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 Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 7:22 am
Bukotsu's vision blurred slowly as he heard someone calling out his name. Rising out of his near unconscious, he stood up and looked beyond some of the sand to see Tomoro, getting up slowly and following her voice he finally reached her, Smiling he looked down at her and simply said, "You're ok...That's a relief.....But why are you crying?" Bukotsu said before he collapsed in front of her.
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 4:59 pm
Tomoro looked up quickly, and her eyes filled with tears. "I'm... not crying.. I had... salt water in my eyes... that's all..." She stayed quiet for quite a long time, rubbing her eyes on her long sleeves. He's alive... thank God... I thought... that maybe I'd never see him again... Tomoro glanced at Bukotsu, and noticed that he looked EXTREMELY tired. Why... am I not as tired as he is? Is it because I'm an experiment..? Is this how tired regular people feel...? Tomoro moved over to where Bukotsu collapsed, and gently moved his body with all of her strength so that he could lay flat on the ground. =_=; Urk... this guy is REALLY heavy... When she finished laying him out, she watched his breathing pattern for a bit, and then inched back over to her spot in the sand, where she could build a sand castle and watch him at the same time.
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 5:31 pm
Bukotsu had gotten a fever, his face was very warm as he woke up and slowly rose. He probably would've been fine if he didn't get it earlier. He finally sat up and looked around, he felt pretty dizzy... Looking over at Tomoro, he smiled, but he slowly remembered what happened back underwater. Thinking back long and hard, that may have been his first kiss, realizing this, hischeeks turned to a slight shade of pink. He slowly turned and looked at the sun setting, he tried to not look at Tomoro.
"Are you alright?" Bukotsu asked drawing something in the sand with his finger. He reached into his bag and grabbed his shirt, and put it on. His clothes were dry enough, he put on a thin green hoody jacket. Wringing his hair to get the sand out, his hair ended up dangling from his head, long pieces of orange red hair were covering his eyes with their bangs.
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 6:21 pm
"Don't worry about me. Just... don't worry. I don't care about myself, but are you okay? You look... sick." Tomoro flashed her dull grey eyes at Bukotsu, and then continued to pat the moist sand, forming it into a pillar. "I'm sorry I've caused you so much trouble... if you're forcing yourself to stay with me, don't bother. I don't mind being alone." Tomoro finished her pillar, but before she began on her second one, she dug her hand into her pocket, and pulled out a leafy vine. "Eat this... it should... reduce the sickness..." I saved that for later, but it's okay. I'm sure there's something like that out in the forest. Tomoro dropped the vine onto his lap, and it landed with a soft 'put.'
She then stood up and walked out to the edge of the ocean, against the wind, into the sunset. "Why do I even exist..." she whispered to herself, looking off into the distance. "I'm just like a rejected doll..." Tomoro then thought of a story her mother once told her when she was a child.
There once was a dollmaker, and he created living dolls. Each doll appeared the same; same clothing, same eyes, same ears, but each one had a different personality. The doll maker made them all blonde, with sparkling blue eyes; some claimed he was crazy, others said he was lonely... but each doll that he created smiled and talked to him. Then, one day, he made a mistake in his creations when a banging on his door began. The face he painted, instead of smiling, frowned when he jolted in his seat. A few people came in, and he shoved his frowning doll in the closet. The people explained to him that they believed he was a genius, and that he could make millions of dollars. With greed on his mind, he took all of his smiling blonde dolls brought to life, but forgot about the frowning doll; the rejected doll. One day, however, when the house was being torn down 30 years later, a few young men came to explore it. One of the men opened the closet door, and the frowning doll tumbled out. He picked her up, and hugged her. "How unique you are!" he exclaimed. The man took her home, and touched her up in new clothes and paint. He then rubbed her frowning face off, and repainted it with a new, smiling face. She came alive that day, after all those years of being unloved, and she lived with the man until the end of time.
I always cried at that story... Tomoro thought, still staring of into the distance. I wonder if I'm just like that doll...
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 7:06 pm
Bukotsu looked at the vine and slightly and popped it in his mouth. Bukotsu felt his fever ower slightly. He then followed Tomoro, finding her near the water. He walked over to where she was standing, "Umm, thank you for the plant," Bukotsu said softly.
"Umm about what happened underwater...." Bukotsu said looking over to the ocean, "Out of curiousity...did you think that was a kiss? Beacause I..." Bukotsu said looking a little scorn towards the ocean.
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 8:12 pm
"...no. It was... a panicked reaction. Why would anyone ever do that to me if it wasn't out of panic, anyway? You merely didn't know what to do." Even if it was panicked, our lips touched. I could have made it up out of the water without his help.. Maybe.
"But... you saved me. So thank you. I owe you everything." The wind blew in Tomoro's face, and she looked down, and then turned around, heading up onto the dock, arranging her eyepatch. Why would anyone treat me like that, anyway? I'm not like those happy-go-lucky girls at Ria. They're the ones that end up with people to love them. Tomoro headed up a few stairs to reach the street. She looked up at the clouds, and sighed softly.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 7:13 am
Bukotsu felt very consumed, "Guess that doesn't count then..." He said to himself as gathered his things. Grabbing his bag and swinging it over his back. Walking up the stairs and looking up he saw Tomoro standing there. He wanted to ask her something but he wouldn't know how to put it, his expression without him knowing would already tell Tomoro that something was bugging him.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 1:44 pm
((Ok. Nobody replied to my previous post, so we'll just act like it was never there.))
Jesse decides to walk around Mithril Beach Town to get a glimpse of all of the things that there were to look at.
"*sigh* I sure wish someone would talk to me.. It seems that they all have no respect whatsoever for Freshmen. We Freshmen deserve just the same amount as Sophomores, Juniors, and Seniors!" he muttered.
So Jesse finds a nice park and relaxes
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 2:06 pm
"Is something... bothering you?" Why's he so... I don't know the word. He should be happy he's alive. "You seem.. upset. Did I do something?" Tomoro looked back down at the ground, and then at Bukotsu, her eyes showing a pained expression, as if she hurt someone badly. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed some boy walking around a park, but ignored him; he had nothing to do with her at the moment.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 7:59 pm
"Huh? It's nothing," Bukotsu said as he smiled lightly trying to hide his trouble.
"Why dont we find someplace to eat?" Bukotsu suggested to avoid her question. With that he looked around and spotted a place called, 'Morning's Grill'.
"How's about there?" Bukotsu said pointing to a restaurant by the pier.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 8:14 pm
"Sure... I guess." I'm not that hungry, but if he wants to eat, fine. I'll do whatever he wants. Tomoro walked silently in front of Bukotsu, and entered Morning's Grill, observing the surroundings. From what she could tell, it was a very laid back resturaunt, with plants hanging around every few feet. A petite waitress chewing a stick of gum came up to greet them.
"Heya. Two people? Smoking or non?"
Tomoro looked back at Bukotsu, and then nodded. "Yes, two. Non smoking." She turned back at Bukotsu. "If you smoke, you're not going to around me. I get sick around smoke."
"Right this way." The waitress motioned for them to come with her, and Tomoro followed the lady, sighing slightly. This place.. is upbeat...
"Here are your menus. I'll be back for your order momentarily." The waitress nodded and handed Tomoro the orders, and she sat down in a large booth. People chatted happily around her, and a few stopped eating their food to look at Tomoro and her strange clothes, but they shrugged and continued eating. "Here's your menu.." Tomoro spoke, handing Bukotsu his menu.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 10:37 pm
*sigh* "It seems everyone's trying to avoid me" he thinks. "When am I gonna find someone here?..."
((Kurai edit: 2nd time I caught you One-lining. One more and i will have to give you an official warning. Please extend your posts))
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 11:48 pm
Bukotsu took the menu slowly and opened it up. He scrolled down the list to see what he would like to eat. He found some familiar foods, but he then found some he didn't know what on earth it was. He looked over at the people who were staring at Tomoro, but he smiled at Tomoro to make her feel comfortable.
Bukotsu couldn't help himself to look at Tomoro, but he then again looked back to the menu, "I guess I'll have just a cheeseburger and some curly fries," Bukotsu said closing his menu. He just looked at Tomoro and waited to see what she would want.
Bukotsu had been feeling a bit uneasy the entire time, he was around someone whom he started liking, little by little and most likely because he thought that could've been his first kiss underwater. He tried to not make any eye contact with her, it was weird to be sitting and eating with someone whom he knew probably wouldn't like him because of what he thought was his problem with women his entire life. Probably because he didn't seem to take somethings seriously enough, and that his intentions weren't hidden and that he spoke his mind often, which he thought iriritated people.
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 10:16 am
ShintoKazuya Kai smiles suddenly when he was being spoken to. "oh sorry must of spaced off for a bit.." he says shaking his head slightly. "Ill have the Island style Chicken" he says looking at the waitress carefully not noticing the dialogue he had just missed out on. He takes a sip of his drink and then looks back at the waitress. "Could you by chance bring a bowl of mushrooms also?" he says looking to the waitress. The waitress nodded. "Sure." she scribbled down the order and walked away, while Keila still stared at Kai.
"Helloooo? Are you okay?" Keila waved a hand in front of his face, sitting on her knees to do so. "What's up with you? And you like mushrooms?" as always, full of questions.
(( Gah. Short. ... . But I dunno what to write! XD! ))
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 11:46 am
"I think... I'll have... the fettucine alfredo with a side of... breadsticks." Tomoro closed her menu softly and put it down with a small 'thud.' Staying silent for a while, and looking at the plants around her, she smiled slightly. At least... those plants are being treated well. They're practically crooning with happiness. Must be nice. Tomoro fidgeted around a bit, waiting for the waitress.
"I guess... you might be curious about where I came from, and how I got this eyepatch. I mean, I don't want to just blurt it out or anything..." Tomoro struggled with her words, as this was a hard topic to discuss. "I... don't tell just anyone... only people I really trust... and if you tell anyone, I'll be forced to kill you... which I really don't want to do... but you see, um, the Kourosai clan is forbidden to speak of their pasts..." I have to let it out.. he's the only one I can trust for now... I mean, he saved my life... Tomoro frowned, looking down at her delicate clean hands.
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