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 Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 4:53 pm
”Uh….” Miho paused in her searching to glace back at Mitsuko. Shot, she’d forgotten there were other people around “Nothing much, just a book I dropped. That’s all.” She gathered the rest of her books into her bag, still covertly glancing around in case her sketchbook decided to show itself. The last time her sketchbook had fallen into someone else’s hands she had become noticed by everyone. That was the last thing she wanted.
She forced a part of her brain to focus back on the conversation “I’m obviously not smart as I’m in class B” She stared at the girl “A doctor?” That really didn’t seem to fit with this bouncy cheerful personality “I thought more… and actress of a singer maybe.” Though… she examined the girl more closely, maybe with this personality she would be freaked out by blood of injured people.
She stared after the boy, blinking slightly. How interesting, maybe someone in this school actually had half a brain. How odd. Feeling someone’s gaze on her she turned to see a girl sitting on the school steps watching them, as turned the girl lost interest and looked up at the sky, seeming to fins it more interesting. Miho gave a mental shrug and turned away, one more person who would leave her alone.
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 5:07 pm
Tarii blinked at the clouds. They were fading quick as they departed from her sight to go off into the world. Oh how lucky they were. Never being stranded in one spot for too long. Unlike her.
With a sigh she became quite bored from her gazing and turned back to her book. Find her simple bookmark in a page of the book she smiled and continued on leaving were she left off on.
He stretched out his arms to the dark water in a curious way, and as far as I was from him I could have sworn he was trembling. Involuntarily I glanced seaward--and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock. When I looked once more for Gatsby he had vanished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.
She smiled and closed the book once more. Looking towards the tree it seemed that the boy was now gone and all that were left were the two uniform dressed girls. Blinking she could have sworn that the one who was standing up had just took a quick glance at her.
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 5:15 pm
As Roka left, the girl raised a hand to nod, while calling a, 'Yup! See you in class!'
Looking at Miho, Mitsuko frowned and glanced to the grass again. "Are you sure? I could help." She offered. Suddenly, she caught sight of a black-covered book. "Is this is?" She bent down to retrieve it, but the frown on her face seemed to grow for a moment. "Hm. Wait a minute. This looks like..." Flipping the cover open, she rose both brows, before grinning a bit.
"Whoops, this is mine." Looking down at herself, she realized the book must have fallen out of a pocket or something while she had been walking towards Miho. "Mother and father would kill me if I lost this again." She waved it around. "Medical notes."
Her eyes brightened as Miho mentioned a singer. "I guess I DO like to sing," She admitted, "But of course, my parents wouldn't approve of it. They're both doctors." She shrugged a bit, emitting a sort of wistful sigh. "And I'm sure you're smart! Just because you're in class B, doesn't mean you're dumb, or anything." She nodded matter of factly.
Following the other girl's gaze for a moment, she smiled and gave a small wave of her hand towards another girl, who held a book in her hands. Oh, another person she could possibly befriend!
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 5:24 pm
Tarii's eyebrow twitched as her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the brown haired girl waving her hand in a friendly gesture of meeting to her. She hated that friendly gesture.
She quickly redirected her eyes to her hands, starting to take quite an interest in them. Well she didn't, but feigning was a skill her mother easily taught her. She remembered her mother telling her that if the paparazzi and you did not make contact then it wouldn't be hard hitting news. They were like hounds when it came to celebrities around them. If only celebrities knew that the only way to avoid paparazzi was not to be a star or famous in the first place. Good thing her mother decided to retire from super modeling.
That and she moved at least 3 countries away from where she was adorned.
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 5:25 pm
"What's that you're reading?" Roka inquired curiously, hands behind his back and bent forward, peering over Tarii's shoulder at her book. "I'm sorry for being nosy...just wondered if it was any good. You seem distracted."
He noted her discontent sighs, and decided he obviously wasn't the only one looking for a getaway. Only he much more prefered music to books.
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 5:29 pm
Her whole body tensed Miho watched Mitsuko retrieve a book from the grass, and almost collapsed in relief as she realized it wasn’t her sketchbook. Still glancing about for her sketchbook, she froze realizing her relief had been too early. There was her sketchbook, right on the ground behind Mitsuko. She kept one eye focused on the sketchbook while attempting to concentrate on what the other girl was saying. Maybe if she waited long enough Mitsuko would leave and she could retrieve her sketchbook without any awkward questions.
She frowned again; the feeling of being watched was back. Wait, Mitsuko was waving to someone behind her back, probably the girl that had been watching them before. Why couldn’t Mitsuko have just left the girl to her cloud watching instead of drawing more attention to herself and thus the Mitsuko? Miho was just a little unaware that the world didn’t really revolve around her and that people didn’t really plan their every move just to cause her more pain/annoyance.
She fiddled with her hair uncomfortably; usually people would leave her alone by now. People with any common sense didn’t bother holding conversations with people who weren’t willing to be friendly. “I’m in class BECAUSE I’m stupid, not cause my family isn’t well known or anything.” She became defensive over anything that could be seen as an insult to her family business since that was seen as an insult to her father.
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 5:36 pm
Brushing some of her bronze hair out of her eyes, she blinked curiously, before offering a sort of smile to Miho. "I don't doubt your family," She assured the other girl, "But I don't doubt your intellects either." Mitsuko nodded her head. "Besides, you seem to be a generally smart person. I don't see why you would have any reason to call yourself stupid."
"I on the other hand..." She trailed off, leaving it with a grin.
Then, sighing, she took a step back only to have something hit her foot. She looked down pointedly, and motioned towards it with a finger. "Your book - " Where Miho's name would have been, was a blank. Waitwait, what WAS her name anyways?
...
"By the way, what's your name?" The girl mentally sighed at herself. Great timing, Mitsuko.
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 5:37 pm
Tarii restrained herself from jumping up from her seat. Apparently the male from the tree had somehow wandered over behind her shoulder. She feigned a small cough and turned to the boy. He had strange light silver hair and a red hat that somehow resembled the devil's horns.
"The book is called The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald," she bluntly put it. She did not bother introducing herself. If she did then she would most likely only state her first name. Why? Her father was to blame.
The Wasutori family was known for it's trade and business in gourmet food, culinary arts and of course her father's famous restaurant. She feared that the school knew enough of her since her father somewhat endorsed the cafe in the school. Putting more attention on her would make her develop out of a cocoon. Something she wasn't quite prepared to do.
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 5:54 pm
A soft noise escaped her lips as her sketchbook was trod on. She hurriedly bent down to retrieve it before it could be stepped on again; she winced as she realized that it had a brand name in the corner with ‘Sketchbook’ printed over it in fairly large letter. She quickly tucked it under her arm hoping the other girl hadn’t seen.
“Oh,” She didn’t like meeting other people and people were not to be trusted, but not introducing herself was a little rude for even her. “Tamura Miho.” She wouldn’t be surprised if the other girl knew her father’s company, her last name was fairly well known. Just as long as the other girl didn’t go blathering on about her all over school it would be fine. “And I’m sure you’re not stupid, you are in class A aren’t you?” This girl just seemed the type that would be, Miho couldn’t explain her reasoning any better than that.
She glanced down at her sketchbook carefully straightening out some pages before they became permanently bent. Satisfied she tucked in back into her bag with a small sigh of relief. Her sketchbook safely back in place she dug through her bag in search of the novel she had been looking for before she ran into the tree.
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 6:05 pm
"Ah-ha...sorry for stepping on it." Mitsuko rubbed the back of her head sheepishly as Miho quickly retrieved her book. The girl's eyes had indeed caught sight of the word 'sketchbook', but during this time, she was a little zoned out, and thus, didn't pay any mind to it.
She fell back to Earth when Miho introduced herself, and nodded her head with a grin. "It's nice to meet you!" Mentally, Mitsuko was trying to remember what she knew about the Tamura company. Not a lot, apprently, but enough to know that Miho was true to her word when she said that she wasn't in class B because of her family. She brushed a bit of her hair behind her ear, before continuing. "What would you rather I call you though? Miho-chan, Tamura-san, ooooor...?" She trailed off, leaving room for any other possibility.
"I am in class A," She admitted, "But being good academically doesn't make up for being clueless outside of school." She grinned. "I don't know much about things, other than everything we learn at school, and about medicine."
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 6:23 pm
((Sorry guys, had to go to dinner. Go on and continue without me - I'll reply when I can. Again, I'm sorry for not saying anything. ^^; I'm not even supposed to be online.))
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 6:29 pm
A frown crossed Miho’s face. She was sure this girl had introduced herself before and yet…. Maybe the fall had knocked the name out of her head. “Umm… you’re name was?” Wait… the girl kept talking about doctors; there was only one main family of doctors she could remember. “Don’t tell me. Takara-san?” They did have a daughter, at one point she could remember her mother attempting to drill into her the names of the children of major families “Takara… daughter... my age…” She murmured quietly, shot she couldn’t remember she never had been good at remembering the names; possibly because she didn’t care. “I’m not good enough to remember your first name though.”
She blinked as the girl questioned her on what the call her “Erm… whatever’s fine.” Not like it really mattered, her chances of seeing this girl again were fairly low, even if they were the same year. They were different classes and school was huge. She grinned in triumph as she found the book she was looking for and pulled it out.
She couldn’t suppress a snort of laughter at the girls comment “No kidding? I NEVER would have guessed that.” No there wasn’t of sarcasm in her voice, not at all. Just like it wasn’t cold in the artic.
((*petpetpets Ty* Is fine. Shoo and don't get in trouble so you can come back sooner.))
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 6:31 pm
Tarii sighed as she watched the brunette with a bow in her hair goof around a bit. It was strange how many weird rich people there were. Mother had always said that the rich were snobs. Poisoned by their immense wealth. She would perfectly in that category (her mom, that is).
But why would Tarii want to shield herself from these people. Simply because she knew how much people would crowd around her. Though it was nothing like medical profession or fashion design her father had provided the school with many of his recipes. Meaning when the school gives the Wasutori's credit everyone notices Tarii for being related to Mr. Wasutori and there by start to make her pass compliments to her father.
Oh how she hated playing 'messenger'
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 6:40 pm
"Yup, that's me!" She nodded furiously, seeming unsurprised that the girl didn't remember her first name. Most of the time, people didn't. All they needed to know was that both of her parents were doctors, and that basically instantly told them what her last name was.
"Mitsuko." The girl then took a small bow of her head. "Takara, Mitsuko. It's a pleasure to meet you." There, she did it formally. Now her father and mother wouldn't have anything to scold her about when she got home and told them about her day.
"Miho-chan, then!" She chirped. "You really do have a pretty name." She commented, blinking her large, childish eyes.
Then, Mitsuko stuck out the tongue at the snort of laughter, but grinned. "So you do smile, Miho-chan." She commented, almost inaudibly. "That's good." Stretching, she glanced up at the sky. "You ready for High school? I'll admit, I'm a little nervous." She took a few more steps towards the tree they surrounded, before suddenly, her feet hit a rock. The next thing she knew was the ground was out from under her feet, and she landed on the knees, her head slamming into the tree trunk in the process.
"Owwie!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 6:47 pm
Suppressing a laugh was hard. That's what her father always told her. But it was never mentioned how hard. Now Tarii was learning how. Oh how she wished she skipped 'Laughing 101'.
Seeing the clumsy girl lose coordination so easily that she apparently tripped on a rock and her head slammed right into a hundred years worth of tree bark. It slightly amused her, to say the least. She kept a hand over her mouth and concealed her reddening face under her book, hoping the ditzy girl wouldn't notice her.
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