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 Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 9:08 am
BY THE POWER VESTED IN ME BY MYSELF, I NOW DECLARE THIS RP
OPEN!
... as soon as we get some character profiles...
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 7:16 pm
Once upon a time, in the far-off land of Japan...
Ok, so it really wasn't 'once upon a time'. Really, more like April of 2011. Specifically, April 29th, the first day of Golden Week, and it is 8:30 in the evening.
People mill about and converse among freinds and family, and barter with local shop owners, or attempt to help hapless foreign tourists. Children ran about with cheap trinkets which managed to command their imaginations, while musical shows and traditional dances captured the attention of child and adult alike. The whole of the Meiji temple and a good portion fo the surrounding Yoyogi park were in use.
All in all, it was a great start to Japan's biggest holiday season.
That is, it would be, if an unknown evil did not lurk at the edges of the festival grounds, waiting for unwitting festival-goers to wander too far away from the festival grounds...
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 8:34 pm
~Sam Stroud~
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"" The large American said as he sat on a bench underneath a large tree, sitting on a cup of sake with a small bottle sat next to him.
He was about six feet tall, which made him taller than the average person around him. Add to the fact that he weighed well over three-hundred pounds, and was wearing a mostly white shirt, made him stand out liek a sore thumb in the crowd.
Well, it is golden week, he thought to hismelf, running a finger around the rim of the white sake bottle at his side. A little break couldn't hurt, right? he finished his thought, scratching at his chin, which was covered in a thick, unkempt beard that needed shaving badly.
He leaned back, watching as a child running through the crowd tripped and scrapped his knee. He said nothing, nor did he move. However, the moment the boy's mother came and began to fuss over the boy, the American downed the small cup of sake, grabbed the bottle, and quickly got up and began making his way through the crowd, toward the temple.
Perhaps he would write a prayer. He doubted it would do anything, but it wouldn't hurt...
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 9:24 pm
 DressLong-sleeved white blouse (her school's winter blouse), with black shorts, black opaque tights, her usual winter boots - only partially done up - and her usual oversized beige windbreaker jacket, held in place by hair ties around the biceps. When she stands in certain ways, a suspicious bulge in her chest becomes apparent, and sometimes the bulge moves very slightly by itself. She has a cheap plastic yellow Super Sentai mask perched on the side of her head, and a candy apple in one hand and yakitori in the other. There is a smudge of red sauce on the side of her lip - takoyaki sauce. LocationWandering around the festival. ❦ Strangers that watched her passage were divided between those who wondered if she was high, and those who wondered if she was just touched in the head. But to those that knew her... it was just Hana being Hana. Despite the festival air, she was dressed as she always dressed. Shorts over tights with a blouse and tie, boots and her signature coat; the only concession to the festival at all was a cheap plastic Gokai Yellow Super Sentai mask perched on the side of her head. In each hand she held a treat - a candied apple and yakitori - and she was alternating between the two. There was some kind of sauce smeared on one side of her lips - possibly takoyaki sauce - but she seemed either unaware, or she did not care. But what really fuelled the gossip was her expression - her usual distant smile that looked like she was lost in a happy daydream. More than once, onlookers tensed as she approached some hazard, believing that she was so far away in her daze that she would collide or stumble spectacularly. But each time, she nimbly and gracefully circumnavigated the hazard, floating through the traffic of the crowds and stands like wind weaving through stalks of wheat. Certainly she was approached, several times. Sometimes it was a mother out with her kids who knew Hana from seeing her shopping or around town; Hana would stop to chat cheerfully until the kids drew their beleaguered parent away. Sometimes it was a girl or group of girls from her school; they would ask Hana how she was because they never saw her at school, and invite her to join them, but Hana would politely decline, saying she was just going to stroll through the festival then head home. Sometimes it was a boy or group of boys; they would ask if she wanted to join them and she would sweetly beg off. In all cases, she engaged politely, chatted for a while, then moved on. And on and on. If one were to watch her long enough, one would not be blamed for beginning to wonder if she were searching for something. It's not that she gave that obvious impression - in fact, the first thing most people would assume on watching her for a while was that she was stoned and wandering aimlessly in a haze. But if one watched long enough, and carefully enough, you may notice that she moved in a predictable pattern... a search pattern designed to cover all points of the festival - even the secluded areas where lovers snuck away for an intimate moment. And, despite seeming to be completely lost in her own dreamworld, she swept her eyes carefully and systematically around. Of course, if she was searching, what was she searching for? To anyone watching... that would have been a tantalizing mystery. As for Hana herself, she kept moving through the festival, watching, seeking. She knew that if there were any of the creatures about, this festival would be a tempting target. So many people in one place, so much chaos to hide in; people could go missing without it being suspicious until the next day. Such a temptation. It was the duty of a hero of truth and justice to patrol this event, to keep the people safe. And the yummy treats were just to blend in, of course. Enjoying the sights, too, was just part of patrolling - she had to keep her eyes open and take everything in, didn't she? Naturally that would include the pretty yukatas, interesting stalls and wonderful music. How could she ignore those things and still say she was keeping her eyes and ears open for danger? And there were many interesting sights to see, some intended festival distractions, some not so much. At one point, Hana turned a corner and found herself in front of a... a giant. She stopped so quickly she almost tripped over her own feet. She was relatively tall... but here she was at eye level with the someone's chest. And what a chest it was - hell, this man's thighs were probably big enough to contain Hana bodily. She looked up slowly, with a dumb-founded expression on her face. Foreigners were supposed to be bigger - she knew the stereotype - but she had seen foreigners before, and they had never been this big. Or this close. Hana looked up with her head leaned so far backward that she almost toppled back unbalanced onto her a**, and, with an impressively stupid and blank expression on her face, stammered out a word in broken Engrish: ""❦ SummaryHana wanders around the festival, chatting with people, and enjoying the festival... although she's really "patrolling".
Hana stumbles upon Sam, and, overwhelmed by his size and proximity, makes an a** of herself.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 8:03 am
Working his way through the crowd was easy for the large American as he staggered ever-so-slightly, the sake already warming his fingertips and numbing his cheeks.
Then again, it was easy to move through any crowd when your sheer size intimidated people into parting a path in front of you like Moses parting the sea.
A few people muttered things about 'fat foreigners', all of which Sam either didn't hear or blatantly ignored. He wasn't in the mood for getting in an argument with people about his size and, as would inevitably come up, how a pissing contest about whether the United States or Japan was the better nation. Sam simply no longer cared about pointless debates liek that any longer.
He was also smart enough to know that any arguments he engaged in while drinking, and while speaking a langage that he was not a native speaker in, would just end badly for him.
He came to the corner of one vender stall, his focus more on the little trinkets the man was peddling than on where he was going. However, he did notice just in time the girl coming around the corner, and stopped himself short, whilst also reaching out with his arm to grab and support her, having seen her about to fall (though it was unneeded, but he did not know that).
He noted the way she looked at his size, and simply let it pass from his mind. Honestly, she should have seen how large he was before he came to Japan.
"Um... I'm sorry." He said in Japanese, not quite catching the fact she was speaking Engrish, "I didn't... see you there. Should ahve been paying more attention. Are you ok? You're not hurt, are you?"
Sam let go of her arm and straigtened up, taking a step back to give the girl a little more room. He did look genuinly concerned with whether she had been hurt or not.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 6:24 pm
DressLong-sleeved white blouse (her school's winter blouse), with black shorts, black opaque tights, her usual winter boots - only partially done up - and her usual oversized beige windbreaker jacket, held in place by hair ties around the biceps. When she stands in certain ways, a suspicious bulge in her chest becomes apparent, and sometimes the bulge moves very slightly by itself. She has a cheap plastic yellow Super Sentai mask perched on the side of her head, and a candy apple in one hand and yakitori in the other. There is a smudge of red sauce on the side of her lip - takoyaki sauce. LocationAt the festival next to a stall with Sam. If Hana was even the least bit surprised at being suddenly grabbed by a stranger, she gave no sign of it at all. Granted, at the time she was somewhat transfixed by the stranger's height, and the beautifully exotic lines of his foreign face. As soon as Sam stepped back to give her some more personal space, it suddenly struck her how rude she was being, and she stopped gawking with a start and stepped back herself. "No! No!" she said, hastily, bowing very low - a gesture made somewhat awkward by the fact that she had to spread her hands out to the side to keep the food she was holding away from her clothes as she bowed, "It was my fault. There is so much to see here... and I'm on patrol for truth, love and justice... so I guess I was just a little overwhelmed, and distracted...."As she straightened up it occurred to her that the stranger had spoken perfect Japanese, and she smiled a warm and friendly smile. "Ara? My, but your Japanese is perfect, sir! There's only barely a hint of accent. In fact," she giggled subtly, "You seem to have picked up a hint of local accent - a somewhat downtown flavour, actually."Sam could not be blamed for noticing, as she spoke, that her chest bulged somewhat... disproportionately... compared to the rest of her excessively scrawny frame. And, even more disturbing... the bulge seemed to be... moving very slightly. Hana, however, seemed oblivious to it. "Ah!" Hana moved to bring her hand in front of her lips, forgetting the candy apple was in it, and almost beaned herself in the nose with the candy apple before realizing it. Then she bowed again, this time a more shallow, quick and self-effacing bow. "Please excuse my forwardness, sir. I have a fascination for accents. Ah... if I may...," she blushed with polite embarrassment at being so forward with a stranger, "You are an American? From the midwestern states maybe? Or northwestern perhaps?"SummaryHana, embarrassed, apologizes to Sam, then chats with him.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 7:24 pm
he thought, his eyebrows raising ever so slightl. But then he noticed her bow, and decided to return the gesture, forgetting her strange comment as he did so.
"Oh, you think so?" Sam said, smiling a little and scratching the back of his head before adjusting his glasses. The bottle of sake in his hand dangled at his side, completely forgotten now.
"Thanks... Well, people always said I had a knack for picking up languages. Not so much the languages themselves, but that it's always been very easy for me to speak like a native." the American said. Then he chuckled and pointed a finger in a shooter-like gesture.
"And you got me. I've been living in Shinjuku since I came here from the United States. Housing is a little pricey, but if you find the right places, it can be a good deal."
At this point Sam noticed the fact that Hana's breasts were moving and shifting, and that there was a third, moving shape. He looked perplexed for a moment, and actually stared for several secconds. Then, realizing he was basically just staring at her breasts in a very impolite manner, he straightened up and met her eyes with his own, his face going a little more red.
"? Oh, uh, no, actually." He said, laughing a little nervously, "Actually, I was born in raised in the south. Or, more specifically, the south-east part of the country. Grew up mostly in the country," he said with a smile, whilst hoping that she didn't think he was just oggling her a moment ago.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 9:36 pm
DressLong-sleeved white blouse (her school's winter blouse), with black shorts, black opaque tights, her usual winter boots - only partially done up - and her usual oversized beige windbreaker jacket, held in place by hair ties around the biceps. When she stands in certain ways, a suspicious bulge in her chest becomes apparent, and sometimes the bulge moves very slightly by itself. She has a cheap plastic yellow Super Sentai mask perched on the side of her head, and a candy apple in one hand and yakitori in the other. There is a smudge of red sauce on the side of her lip - takoyaki sauce.
Same as above, with the addition of a new smudge of caramel on the tip of her nose. LocationAt the festival next to a stall with Sam. ❦ "Yes, yes," she nodded vigorously. Hana always gave the impression of being utterly unable to lie even in normal conversation, so when she was stressing honesty, it really came out as over-the-top. "Your Japanese is not just book-style, like it is for most people who learn it as a second language. Your Japanese actually has character and personal flavour." She giggled subtly again, "You sound tough... but very nice. That's something you can't really pick up from a book.""Ara~," she sighed ruefully, and moved her hand as if to wave it in front of her face self-deprecatingly, once again forgetting that there was a candy apple in it. This time, it did connect, and left the tip of her nose shiny with smeared caramel. "Oop!" she squeaked, but otherwise gave no sign that she realized she'd left a new smudge on her nose. "Ara~," she repeated her rueful sigh, picking up as if nothing had happened, "Sadly, while I like to try to identify accents, I have no ear for languages. I love foreign movies - American, Hong Kong, Korean, German - and I watch them all the time with subtitles only. But, alas, I have never managed to pick up the languages.""Ah! But if you've been here many years," Hana blinked with a flash of realization, "Then it's no wonder your Japanese has such a local flavour. In fact, it would mean you are not a visitor at all, but a local, just like me." She bowed again, "Aiya, sorry for making such a rude assumption, sir!"It was about at that moment, as she lifted her head, that she noticed him fixated on her chest. Of course, she had had many men stare at her chest before, but this time it was very different. Far from lust, the stranger's expression was one of horrified confusion. Curious herself, she looked down at her own chest. (Sensing the change in her posture as meaning her attention was being directed its way, whatever was moving in between her breasts stopped immediately, and squeezed itself up into as small, and as discreet, a ball as possible.) She wondered what the stranger was horrified by. Had she stained herself with one of the treats she was holding? Had a button come undone? But no, there was nothing out of the ordinary there. When he finally raised his eyes back to her, she also raised hers to meet his - meaning that he would see that she had followed his gaze, and knew exactly where he had been looking - but in her eyes there was confusion and puzzlement. Ah! Hana realized with a shock, I've insulted him worse than I thought with my provincial, backwards ignorance! What kind of an ignorant, backwards idiot would mistake a south-eastern American accent in spoken Japanese for a mid-western one? What a rude and stupid fool she must seem!"Ah!" she cried out, blushing with such shame that she was on the verge of tears, and bowing deeply, "How foolish of me! Yes, yes, south-east. I don't know how I could have been foolish enough to think otherwise! I- I guess I really don't know American accents that well at all! I- I was a fool for even trying. Please forgive my rudeness, sir! It was unthinkable behaviour for a defender of love and justice! Please forgive me!"❦ SummaryHana chats with Sam about his good Japanese.
Hana notices Sam staring at her chest with an odd expression, and assumes it was because he was shocked at her stupidity and ignorance about his accent.
Hana tearfully begs Sam's forgiveness for her rudeness and ignorance.
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 4:47 am
"Ah! No no no! Not at all. You're fine. Nothing wrong with such a little mistake." Sam reassured her, waving one hand nervously back and forth. All the while his face was going redder and redder.
he thought, feeling like a complete jackass for doing it. How should he explain it to her without making a bigger a** of himself, he wondered.
"Uh, s-so... a defender of love and justice, huh? Exactly what is it you're doing here? You're not a police girl are you?"
Typical. Instead of confronting his awkward behavior, he tries to change the subject.
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 8:21 pm
DressLong-sleeved white blouse (her school's winter blouse), with black shorts, black opaque tights, her usual winter boots - only partially done up - and her usual oversized beige windbreaker jacket, held in place by hair ties around the biceps. When she stands in certain ways, a suspicious bulge in her chest becomes apparent, and sometimes the bulge moves very slightly by itself. She has a cheap plastic yellow Super Sentai mask perched on the side of her head, and a candy apple in one hand and yakitori in the other. There is a smudge of red sauce on the side of her lip - takoyaki sauce - and a smudge of caramel on the tip of her nose. LocationAt the festival next to a stall with Sam. ❦ Hana apologized one more time before finally straightening up. And as if she had the focus of a goldfish, it seemed the entire chest-staring incident had already been forgotten. She waved her hand in front of her face - the candy apple barely missing her nose each pass - and smiled cheerfully. "No, sir," she said, brightly, "I'm just a maiden on a mission. You know," she continued with a self-deprecating blush, "I'm just making sure that everyone here at the festival is happy and safe. It's kind of my calling, I guess you would say.""If you find yourself in danger," she intoned solemnly, raising a finger for emphasis - although, the effect was ruined by the fact that she was holding a candy apple in her hand as she did it, "I will arrive in a flash of holy light to protect you from harm."She smiled without any hint of irony. "That's my motto. I admit it needs a little work. It lacks a sense of poetry and grandeur. But, it does get the essential point across, I think.""So, you may feel safe, and enjoy the festival, sir," Hana bowed again, "Knowing that you have a guardian on the scene who will protect you if you are in need. But, please," she held up her hand to silence (imagined) protest, "There is no need to thank me. I don't do my duty for the accolades, but rather because of the powerful sense of truth and beauty that swells in my heart.""Ara~!" she squealed suddenly, almost bouncing with excitement, "That was wonderful, wasn't it? So dashing! So mysterious! So magical! I think I gave myself goosebumps."❦ SummaryHana tells Sam that she is there to make the festival "happy and safe", and launches into a flowery soliloquy about herself and her calling.
Hana's speech turns out to thoroughly impress... herself.
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 8:57 pm
"Ah, I see," Sam said, nodding politely as she explained that she was not a police officer. His eyes followed the candy apple, and he even lifted his hand slightly (the one holding the sake bottle) and opened his mouth a little, looking as though he were going to warn her to be careful. But he said nothing, and simply let his hand go back to hanging by his side as she continued.
"Oh, well, I see... thats-" he began, but found himself suddenly listening to some sort of impassioned, rhiteous speech. 'Flash of holy light'? 'truth and beauty'.
Sam stood there, blank-faced, watching almost dumbfoundedly. Then the girl began to squeal and be thuroughly impressed with herself.
he thought with a sigh, then put the sake bottle to his lips and took a looooong swig from it. Of course, he did it while she was busy talking to herself so that she wouldn't notice.
"That's um... interesting." He said at lenght, once she had calmed down. "Well... anyay, I need to get going... I'm heading to the main shrine... was gona write a prayer down or something."
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 9:31 pm
DressLong-sleeved white blouse (her school's winter blouse), with black shorts, black opaque tights, her usual winter boots - only partially done up - and her usual oversized beige windbreaker jacket, held in place by hair ties around the biceps. When she stands in certain ways, a suspicious bulge in her chest becomes apparent, and sometimes the bulge moves very slightly by itself. She has a cheap plastic yellow Super Sentai mask perched on the side of her head, and a candy apple in one hand and yakitori in the other. There is a smudge of red sauce on the side of her lip - takoyaki sauce - and a smudge of caramel on the tip of her nose. LocationAt the festival next to a stall with Sam. ❦ "Oh, of course, sir," Hana said, cheerfully, and she bowed respectfully, "I apologize for keeping you. Rest assured that you will be safe here at this festival so long as I am on the job.""Until next time!" Hana waved brightly as she turned away, returning to her survey of the festival crowds and sights. But there was one final strange thing that happened before she disappeared into the festival chaos. As she walked away, she distractedly brought the candy apple to her lips, and took a succulent bite. There was nothing particularly strange about that. What was strange was that while she took a bite out of the candy apple, she held the yakitori to her chest - not her lips. And what was even stranger was that, without warning, a small furry head poked out from between her breasts to take a bite. It was far stranger than it would have appeared at a glance, too, because the head poked out from between the buttons of her blouse... but a moment ago that particular button had been clearly done up. And Hana had not unbuttoned it - certainly with her hands full of treats it would have been hard to miss. So... had the little furry creature poking its head out undone the button itself, so that it could get at the yakitori? And the creature itself was very strange, for it was clearly neither cat nor dog. Even more peculiarly, its eyes displayed a kind of canny intelligence, far beyond what one would expect in an animal. It was also strange that Hana - aside from holding the yakitori where the creature could reach it easily - seemed completely oblivious to its presence. But she was apparently more interested in looking around the festival than in what was happening beneath her chin. And as fast as it had appeared, the creature vanished back under her shirt... and little paws were visible for just a moment redoing the button of her blouse. ❦ SummaryHana wishes Sam well, and goes back to patrolling.
Although Hana gives no sign that she notices, a small furry creature poked its head out from under her blouse between her breasts and took a bite of yakitori, then vanished back under her shirt again - reclosing the button it opened.
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 9:49 pm
"Uh, yeah... until next time, defender of justice... and kittens... " He said, drifting off into English afer both of them were well on their way and could scarcely see each other through the crowd of festivalgoers.
He walked on for a few moments, then stopped. He stood there in the middle of the tourists and locals, seeming deep in thought and looking at the ground.
color=blue]He stayed like that for about a minut, then rubbed his chin as he continued to walk, looking a little pleased with himself. ""After that last little thought, he emptied the sake bottle, tossed it in a wastebin as he passed by it, and continued to make hsi way to the main shrine, letting the memory of the meeting with the strange girl fall from memory.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 8:44 pm
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Sunny had remembered when the sun awoke over the horizon, shattering the darkness across the city like a million little jagged pieces of glass. As the day progressed, the light dwindled in importance until daylight had suddenly turned to night without even a second thought. The phone clinging to her arm tucked neatly into an arm vice, had buzzed almost all day. People had wanted her attention, but it was far from here. Out of her apartment, passed the cities' outskirts where the sun had once broken the night sky, and even farther than her eyes could see. All that operated now was a tired body, aching for release.
Her music device stopped playing hours ago, now only the sound of her deep breathing and panting broke the silence. Feet pounded against the pavement around the festival, while people were enjoying themselves, keeping off the road, Sunny was training harder than ever. This marked the period where Nationals would start tryouts. In just two weeks she had to accomplish the unthinkable, beat her already record score. Sunny looked down at her watch for the first time in what felt to be ages and was immediately tired. She had been running for longer than she dare thought possible.
A loud BUZZ broke her chain of thoughts and Sunny looked down at her phone to see her Father was calling. He was probably going down to the festival and wanted her to accompany, neither of which she wished to do. When the blond looked back up , she had veered off of a straight path and was headed straight for a bush. Sunny jumped the obstacle with what she felt was fluid motion, but when a lone branch moved just a few inches to the left, her foot made contact and brought her tumbling to the floor. It was enough time to duck and roll and spare herself a few broken bones and heart ache. But it still hurt like hell.
Sunny rested on all fours, her eyes closed, panting, gasping for air. As it filled her lungs she felt her muscles tighten and ache. Rolling onto her back, Sunny reached for her still ringing phone and answered.
"Hello?" She answered. "I have been running all day, I have Nationals to train for, I hope you didn't forget." Sunny paused. "No. I don't want to go to the festival." The blond narrowed her eyes and glared towards the night sky above. "I said I don't want to go. And neither should you dad. How much have you had to drink today?" Another pause. "Don't you think that's enough? Come on dad. Stay home and get some rest, you are in no shape to--" But there was a loud click as Mr. Yoshida hung up on the other side.
Sighing, Sunny placed her phone back into her arm sleeve and reached for her water bottle. Which was not where she had left it. Sitting up, she scanned the floor to see if it had fallen under one of the bushes after her own floor dive, only to find that she was now out one metal water bottle.
"For heaven's sake!" Sunny got slowly to her feet, her black and green running shoes beaten up, taped and put back together what looked to be a hundred times shaking slightly as her full weight was pressed upon them. Her green eyes scanned the outskirts of the festival, there were a few stands rather close to the outer sanctums, which made finding a bottle of water to replace the one she lost rather easy. And the best part was, she wouldn't have to mingle in the process.
Sunny bumped into a few travelers, who rudely did not pardon themselves around her, dove out of the way of running children and even helped an older couple find the center shrine. It was taking too long. Her muscles were going to loosen up and then she would not be able to run anymore.
"What can I get you?"
"A bottle of water. Please. Thank you." Sunny handed the vendor her coins and was given a frosty bottle of mineral water in return. After tearing the lid off she downed a large portion and walked off.
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