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 Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 8:55 pm
Tomoro jerked up in surprise, hearing Bukotsu's voice. "Oh.. it's... I mean... his name is Dante. That... is all. If he really wants to, he can introduce himself to you." Tomoro lightly felt the skin where Dante had grabbed Tomoro by the throat, pulling her up into the air. She wouldn't even get started on the flames he had threatened her with, bringing them so close to her....
She shuddered suddenly, and then lay back in her original position, this time curled up in a ball. She noticed Tsuda-sensei, and nodded at him slightly, but then looked away, down at the ground. "I... was just waiting for you..." she said in a whisper, hair piled around her. "And he came up behind me.. I don't even know why he's here..." She couldn't stop thinking about the flames Dante had pulled out... why he had such an evil air around him... sure, it intrigued her greatly... but she also couldn't think clearly when he was near. It was like he was sucking out her life force, and taking it as his own, leaving her hollow and empty. Not to mention the look in his eyes. He was like a hungry tiger, desperate for prey, ready to get his hands dirty for any job he needed to complete.
After a long silence, she stood up, and walked up, barefoot, to Bukotsu. Her green ballet shoes were still on the stage after Dante had grabbed her, but she couldn't care less. Tomoro took a deep breath, and then lay her head against Bukotsu's chest, heart beating wildly. If... he hadn't been here... I don't know what Dante would have done to me... he... doesn't look very friendly. Even now, he might strike at any time... I'm so glad that Bukotsu's here. A slight breeze through a draft went by, and Tomoro shivered, folding her arms across her chest and rubbing her arms, waiting for a reply from any of the three men.
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 7:03 am
"I'm really sorry that I couldn't-" Bukotsu was cut off as Tomoro leaned her head into his chest, "Uhmm...I'm happy that you are here too?" Bukotsu laughed lightly.
Tsuda and Bukotsu both knew right away that there wasn't anything evil about this person. The aura flow of his body was red flow, he wasn't evil. Bukotsu slightly put one arm around her to comfort her.
Tsuda had been wandering around the place putting his sake away, as he came on stage and found a green pair of shoes. Giving a sigh he picked them up and walked over to where Tomoro and Bukotsu were.
"Miss? Why are you barefoot?" Tsuda said as he held out the green ballet shoes. Tomoro was wearing a dress that was the same shade of color.
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 3:15 pm
"Oh. T-thank you, sir. It's... nothing." She bowed lightly, and sat over on one of the benches, strapping the shoes on. Better... not tell them why I took them off. I mean, they don't think that he's harmful in any way, smiling at Dante and stuff.... maybe he's not... maybe it's just me, because I can't trust anyone anymore... I'm just overly cautious...
Tomoro instantly put on her happy exterior, and bowed deeply to Dante. "Thank you... for keeping me company. It was... quite musty where I was standing." BUT YOU PRACTICALLY WANTED TO KILL ME. MURDERER. MURDERER. "I... hope that we can hang out again sometime." YEAH RIGHT. I HATE YOUR FIRE. STUPID EFFING FIRE MANIPULATOR. GO TO HELL. Tomoro's words had a soft tune to them, unlike her usual voice. It was probably the dust in the room, not to mention Dante that was dulling her senses. She just wanted to get out of there, as soon as possible. Something was holding her back, like a spirit wrapping invisible chains around her.
"Well, Bukotsu, Tsuda-sensei... where to? And Dante can come along too, if he wishes..." DON'T LET HIM COME. MAKE HIM STAY. CRIMSON-JACKETED POSER. If Dante knew Tomoro's name before she even spoke it, he would probably feel the hate she was feeling for him now. How DARE he come up and use fire on her, the thing she hated most? Tomoro attempted to shrug that instance off, and just sat, hands folded across her lap, hair tumbling around her.
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 3:52 pm
"Hmmm well... lets go grab some lunch eh?" Bukotsu said as he put his hand over his stomach as it growled lowly.
"Lunch sounds fine, but I will have to take my leave," Tsuda said as he disappeared.
"Hey Tsuda!" Bukotsu said to try and get Tsuda, but too late. He had already disappeared.
"I guess lunch it is?" Bukotsu smiled lightly. sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 5:01 pm
A simple tone finally came from Dante, a waving gesture from his hand and a grin as he spoke. Excuse me...Miss Tomoro....But i don't think this level of agression your holding is benefitting you or I to any extent. I'm not sure why you're so ******** edgy with me, but if I had really wanted to set your a** on fire, I wouldn't have mentioned something about it. You take things too seriously, and one day will end up dead from it." he stood upright, tossing his cigarrette aside as he cleared his throat and snapped his fingers slightly, a new scent on ONLY roses and vanilla came from him, no smoke or leather as he walked towards Tomoro and her...friend. Dante fingered his hair from his eyes, whipping his head back to remove the strands from his face as his glasses looked down at Tomoro from only about ten feet away now, her feet injured yet he said nothing of help. He was a dhampir... A devil and a human clashed in one body. Most saw him as a monster, so he strived to be just that, always tired of fighting a losing battle with the goodness in his soul. Folding his arms back over his chest, he spoke with a shotty tone, trying to hide genuine care and understand with an arrogant tone, and doing a poor job of it. "If ya want... I can buy you something to eat...you look hungry. So just grab your shoes or something...and I'll take care of ya, alright?" He looked away from her, hiding his face with the corner of his jacket.
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 5:11 pm
She looked up at Dante, strangely. That rose scent... is... totally fake... but... why? He could have just left... why is he staying? I even TRIED to push him away.... Then, she suddenly smiled, a genuine, teeth grinning smile, and stood up quickly, bowing to both of the guys. "Thank you, you two... I can pay for myself, I just... want the company. Yeah." Those words were hard to say; being the loner back home, Tomoro never wanted any interaction with humans, let alone ANYONE. Here she was, with two guys, going out to get something to eat. It made her sick inside, yet a bit of happiness jolted within her. Weren't they the ones that had nearly killed her over and over, attempting to drown and gag and hang her? The "pirate" exterior never really worked, it made her look like more of a freak in modern society. But with these people, she just seemed to fit in...
Noticing how uncomfortable Dante looked, Tomoro strutted over to him, and pulled him down by his crimson coat, whispering into his ear. "Look. I don't know why you're doing this, but it's really nice. And... most people would be afraid of you... because there's something different, and I don't know what it is yet... but if you ever reveal something about yourself, I'll tell something about me." She let go suddenly, and swerved around, as if nothing had ever happened, looking at a magnificent sculpture off in the far corner. "So, where to eat lunch?"
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 5:32 pm
Dante's eyes suddenly widened at her comment. Could she know? Could she possibly have any clue what had happened to him? All the blood, sweat, tears, and bodies that were left behind by those he killed and those he failed to protect. His mind was swept with them as he sighed, hiding a blush that many hadnt seen in years. A real smile filled his face as he spoke. "im...fine. i dont need any help...really." That was a ball-face lie. he wondered if she could tell. He had to seem fake, for people to not try and kill him. He lived for the hunt, and strived for the redemption of makind, but his personality was hidden under a crimson mask of hatred. He saw Tomoro look off into the slight distance as she spoke, and he wonderred the same thing. It had been days since he last ate, but thankfully, his body would function almost normally without food for at least a week. "I have...no idea. You decide. I'm tired of bein' group leader." His grin was back, and this time, had a certain...charm...to it.
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 5:46 pm
Tomoro knew that face, that fake exterior; she lived off of it for the past seventeen years. Like everyone else, it was the only thing that kept her going, otherwise she'd be persecuted and abused. When Dante or Bukotsu weren't looking, Tomoro slipped the bangles and bracelets off of her wrist, and sighed lightly, looking at her code. What... does that mean...? Bukotsu and I still haven't figured it out... I don't even know where Sachi is... Kai is off doing God knows what with Alyssa... Felix and Rivin are off somewhere... It then finally hit Tomoro, this concern that she had; she had friends. Actual friends that would back her up in a fight, would help her through the hard times. Friends that would most likely stick with her until the end. She sighed very lightly, and wiped a small tear falling from her eye; what a nice feeling this was! To be forever embedded in a large darkness, and finally, a small part of the million-piece puzzle coming off, revealing life's light. Tomoro smiled to herself, and nodded at each of the men before running to get her clothing.
Picking up her dress, she made sure to look both ways just in case anyone was looking, and walked into the endless clothing racks. Within seconds, she popped back out, combing her hair between her fingers, rearranging the dead roses on her head. Those symbolized fear, and love; both such opposite meanings. They meant a lot to her, and she sat down among the racks, taking out the picture of her grandma. Just a moment of reflection... they won't mind... She gripped it gently, a few tears coming from her eyes onto the glass that protected the picture, and she gazed at it admirely. "Grandma... I'm so happy.." she whispered. "You did teach me right.. I can make friends, I don't have to consider everyone an enemy, like dad said... I'm so.... happy...." She hadn't used that word much. It was only on occasion Tomoro felt this way, and she preferred to keep it to herself; other people might think she was weak if they saw her weeping in such a common place. She sniffed, and wiped off her tears with her fluffy dress, just sitting there for a moment, thinking about all that she had done at Ria, whom she had met, the feelings she had felt... it had all been because of her grandma, because she convinced her mother it would be good for her; Tomoro, that is.
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 6:41 pm
Bukotsu simply smiled as he let Tomoro go off, " Hmmm... any idea of what you wanna eat at?" Bukotsu smirked lightly looking over at Dante, "You'll have to excuse Tomo-chan, sometimes, she has a hard time trusting people, sometimes, that is probably why she was so edgy earlier, you did come out of the blue and talked to her correct?" Bukotsu continued on as he put his hands in his pocket, "But you know, she's slowly changing that.."
"You have to eyes of a real fighter... it's very interesting," Bukotsu carefully observed him and feeling his energy out. Feeling as if he already made friends with Dante by simply observing him. Simply, friendship isn't always formed the old fashioned way by being buddies and such, there were millions of more ways to make friends.Holding out his hand for Dante to shake, he waited,
"I'm Bukotsu Kusanagi, and you are?"
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 11:14 am
Dante looked over to Bokutsu, sliding his glasses up against his nose as he spoke in a falling tone. "I know nothing of what a real fighter is..." He was trying to hide himself, and what he was now, but it'd be hard since this was after the STAR test where he reigned like a king. He heard the man speaking to him, felt his gaze fall across him like an ever-watching big brother, and it made him un easy. Dante's gaze suddenly shot towards Bokustu, a sudden feeling like a weight being pressed against his chest as Dante spoke in a slightly harsh tone. "Do you need some help with something? Or do you just like to stare!?" His eyes were hidden once again behind his glasses, the cat-like sapphire eyes gone from veiw from the world by all those, save for those that opposed him. He thought of food now, suddenly turning back towards Tomoro. And spoke in a soft tone, trying to change the subject of him being a fighter. "What about... the food court? They do have a nice Japanese Cuisine bar...if that's what you're feeling right now..." His ivory hair blew slowly with a breeeze that seemed to come behind him, slightly cool and fully calming the air around them all.
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 2:35 pm
Marissa opened the door of the hall, she stopped and leaned against the doorway with a look of complete amazment after glancing around the hall, it certainly wasn't what she exspected. She stood very still feeling out of place, wondering if she should leave...
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 6:46 pm
Tomoro stood back up, wiping her nose on the sleeve of her dress. But... what if they're just using me..? It's possible that I'm just being played as the puppet here.... Tomoro's eyes were a faded grey, and her pupils were slightly dilated as she walked back to the two men. Bukotsu looked a bit startled... and... Dante looked like he was hiding his anger, or something. She cupped her hands, and brought them up to her chest, looking down. "Yeah... that would be... nice..."
Her hair cascaded around her, like the curtains in the background of the scene. She bit her lip slightly, hoping nobody could tell she was practically sobbing just now, and took a small breath. There was another girl in the room, but honestly, she couldn't care less at this point. She didn't want anyone else to talk to. After a long pause, Tomoro spoke up. "Yes... let's go to the food court." And with that, she grabbed Dante by the wrist, pulling him towards her, and Bukotsu's hand, pulling him as well gripping both tightly, beginning to walk out of the area.
((I need a link to the food court... cause I don't know where it is. xD And one of you guys have to post there first. Cause I posted HERE.))
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 7:28 pm
((are you guys talking about dining hallv2? cuz i dunno, i might need the link too))
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 7:32 pm
((Aw, what the hell. Let's go there. xD Go, chaos, gooooooooo!!! x3x
Edit: Link for Dante. @w@ HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!))
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 1:54 pm
Max walked into the large dance hall. There weren't many people here... and there didn't seem to be any remnants of any kind of dance ever happening there. Except for a few old decorations. He took a deep breath, sat down and said: "Well, here's the dance hall. It was still raining outside. and it sounded nice in such a quiet place.
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