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 Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 8:55 pm
((Woohoo Kyouya! biggrin ))
Alcy calmed down, slightly disappointed. Dammit, don't be sad! Be happy that she's alive, you freak! a voice shouted in her head. She took it's advice and at least attempted to suck it up, glumly following Watari to the cafeteria.
She caught Okami's secretive glance and subsequent escape, and smirked. Nice job, Okami-chan. Good luck not getting in trouble. She snickered a bit. As much as she wanted to follow her, though, she was hungry. And even though the idea of hospital food wasn't quite so appealing, her experience had been that it's better than traditional cafeteria food. Knowing the Ohtori's, it's probably going to be high-class food, anyways. She thought happily. She hadn't had time to go for a really good meal in a while.
((Shouldn't someone notice Okami being in the room, too? o.O And... I don't think Kyouya actually made it in there yet.
HAH I'M A CRITIC. I feel bad. D: ))
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 9:15 pm
((Better?))
It was at that point in time that Okami realized that the comatose girl she was talking at was NOT Kaggy and that she had better move it on out before she was apprehended by some of those legitimate doctors.
Embarressed and mildly afrighted, Okami scooted back into the hallway that still smelled like Lysol and continued making her rounds in search of her friend.
Okay, this is definitely it, Okami said as she rounded a corner and saw an open door with a number that was definitely the one she had heard an orderly list when speaking about a young, female shooting victim. And so it was. But it was also Kyouya who was definitely standing in the doorway. Eating pasta. Good thing he had his back to her.
Time to skeedadle...
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 9:23 pm
((Ooooh no, Okami--you are staying. Staying to listen to the oncoming argument. Now, Kyouya just has to reply to my comment.))
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 9:34 pm
But then, Kaggy's angry voice caught her ear, and Okami was compelled to stay. She was leaving herself wide open by standing in a hallway, but screw it. She wanted to hear what her friend had to say. Even if what her friend had to say didn't technically pertain to her.
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 9:37 pm
((YUS! LOGIC! DRAMA! ARGUMENTS AND CRAP LIKE THAT! :3
... *goes back to obsessivley playing Phoenix Wright* I CAN'T STOP IT D: ))
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 9:53 pm
((KYOUYA! Come back and give me an argument to listen to!))
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 10:14 pm
((Im so confused who got shot and who did it? Can hunny be the shooter?! then the person was just having a bad dream?!?!?!?))
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 10:36 pm
Kyouya sighed, looking at Kaggy. "Stop ordering people around, Imouto. You are going to stay there until you have healed. Do I make myself clear?" He glared her down, not at all afraid to pull the older brother card. Using this authority on her felt different... but it was a feeling he could get used to. The Shadow King ate some more pasta, his surrogate mother glanced between the two before patting him on the back and mentioning that she'd come by to check on them later.
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 10:45 pm
((For Hunny's benefit, Kaggy got shot, probably some Yakuza relative of hers did it (my own guess) and no, Hunny can't be the shooter. As for bad dream, we'll leave that up to the characters this storyline concerns the most: Kaggy and Kyouya.))
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 11:01 pm
((Well, what do you think about me in my scrubs?))
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 2:53 am
((*hacks and coughs* Sorry!! I've been sick... so I was away!! Forgive me! I like how Kyo-kun looks in scrubs!))
Watari sighed, watching Okami walk off on her own. Kyouya would catch her eventually. He was good at that. "Alcy-chan, get what ever you'd like. Seems Kyo-kun's made certain we eat good," he said, nodding to the cafeteria lady and giving her a warm smile. The lady flushed and accepted the card from him, even as he got something for himself as well, including a soda. He then moved to settle at a table, with enough chairs for everyone.
Kaoru didn't know what to say and before he could open his mouth, Kyouya had left. It didn't make sense. If it really was necessary to talk, then he would have been stuck around. Honestly, what was he even doing here? He looked down at the card and frowned, slowly moving to stand. Yet instead of heading for the area Kyouya would be, he began heading for the main doors. He wasn't needed here. That much was obvious.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 10:57 am
Kyouya's surrogate mother had been keeping an eye on the younger Hitachiin upon Kyouya's request. She approached the boy and managed to catch his arm. "Excuse me young man, but Kyouya really would like to speak with you... But maybe if I explain the current situation, it would help shed some light on the present." She looked at him, hoping he would stay.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 2:43 pm
Kaggy laughed, a harsh sound. "Imouto? So you found out, then Ootori?" She glared. "Just because we have the same mother does not mean we are suddenly a family. You have no right to call me that, no right to order me around, and no right to even be here. Unlike others, you do not deserve it. Get out--now."
((Hmm...Kaggy's angry again...))
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 3:03 pm
Okami's breathing was coming fast and shallow. Imouto? ...How the hell could they have the same mother? And why would it have taken so long for Kyouya to find- Oh, dear Lord. Kaggy had ordered Kyouya out. And if the host complied... She had to cover for herself, and quick. No empty closets nearby- Ah! A door down from Kaggy's hospital room, was another like it, except for the fact that this one was empty. Okami ducked inside, but kept an ear open for snatches of argument/conversation.
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