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 Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 10:35 pm
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder; will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas.  Max smiled, following behind Hanabi and humming under her breath. He chuckled, watching her enjoy herself and flip back and forth. It was actually kind of fun to watch, but in reality, people would look strangely at her if she was flipping around. He just smiled, it was part of her charm. Her quirky little self. Slipping his thumbs through his belt loops he made his way up to her and scrunched up his nose. "Well, I think we should do furniture first, and we can have them ship the stuff to the apartment, and then we'll go to the market."He grinned, that sounded like a good idea. They could come home, cook, and then start fixing up the apartment. Today sounded like adventure and fun. "Hmm, now, for furniture, I think I want to paint. I want to paint a picture.."He thought about what to paint and smiled, an idea hitting him.
He was no artist, not with paint, but he had taken art classes when he was in school and did people pretty good. He wanted to remember Hanabi, so he was going to paint him and her, walking outside in the rain. Of course, he wouldn't let Hanabi see it. He looked at her, raising an eyebrow "My hours? Well, usually, whenever I want. Or, what the job says is noon to 4. Why do you ask?"He was curious, but figured there was a reason. He hummed under his breath, thinking about food making his stomach growl, and him blush. Getting a nervous chuckle from him.
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 2:39 am
With the bright morning light,
I realize that today, too, I'm all alone.
However, after a shower and some make up,
my flushed red eyes and yesterday's tears won't drag me along anymore. Hanabi Aya Garaku
"Hiver's Ghost Girl" 
Nodding her head at what Max had planned, Hanabi continued to lead the way. She heard him say that he wanted to paint a picture, and tilted her head. Of what? Hanabi was never one for art. The most artistic she would ever get would be the doodles in her notes, and they were usually ridiculous ones. They were usually the ones that she and her friends would giggle over. Most of the time, though, she would just scribble. She's scribble all over the margins, to the point where she'd ask herself where she had started.
"Oh, okay. I think there's some paint in the furniture store. What are you going to paint?" Hanabi was always a curious one. She would always ask questions, even if they were stupid. Her friends would usually tease her, and start impersonating her, but it was all out of fun. Hanabi never minded. After all, she would always tease others, usually the younger ones that she and her friends managed to befriend out of fear.
Clearing her throat, she kept a straight face, and pointed at him, her fingers in an L shape.
"Because I don't want to miss any of my prime time anime shows." Hanabi tried to keep the straight face for as long as possible, but ended up cracking. Her laughter filled the atmosphere around them, and she felt her sides begin to hurt from laughing so hard.
"S-Sorry. I-I couldn't resist!" she said, her laughter settling down into continuous giggles.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 12:05 pm
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder; will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas. Max gave Hanabi a charming smile, putting a finger up to his lips "That, Hana, is a secret."He winked and chuckled, putting his thumb back through the loop on his jeans. Painting Hanabi would be hard, he wanted it to look like her but she was so pretty. He had painted himself before, that would be easy, but capturing Hana, not so much. He would practice a little beforehand, on spare paper to make sure he got it right. He watched her point at him and snickered, covering his mouth to keep from laughing. He smiled and laughed with her anyway, people on the street glancing at him. "W-why apologize?"He let his laugh die off and sighed happily, holding to his side. "That was a good one Hana."He ruffled his hair, a few extra laughs escaping him. He saw a few shops and looked them over. Which one was the breakfast place? When was the last time he had even eaten breakfast? A few days? Weeks? He scrunched up his nose, thinking about it. Hmm, at his dad's he didn't eat much unless it was outside of the house. Eating inside was impossible.
"Is that the place?"He pointed to a diner not to far off, curious. He wasn't used to places around here, the apartment, the people, the weather. It was all different. Now he was even out with someone, it sent his mind on a trip for a moment. He was doing the complete opposite of what he normally did. He didn't need to sneak out, the only wounds he had would be the last inflicted on purpose and he was spending the day with a girl. The thought sent a giant smile across his face. He was for once utterly happy knowing what was going to happen today. He looked to Hanabi, a bright smile covering his features "Hana, im really glad you decided to talk to me."
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 6:22 pm
With the bright morning light,
I realize that today, too, I'm all alone.
However, after a shower and some make up,
my flushed red eyes and yesterday's tears won't drag me along anymore. Hanabi Aya Garaku
"Hiver's Ghost Girl"
His charming actions made Hanabi's face turn a slight red. Now she was curious. What could he want to paint that he would keep it a secret from her? It must be a surprise. Hanabi nodded her head at the conclusion, and when she saw his reaction to her "acting," she grinned. She was glad that she could make him laugh, and make him smile. But there was something about the smiles that he flashed that didn't seem genuine. Hanabi wanted to see a genuine smile. That way, she'll know that she could truly make someone happy, dead or alive.
"Thank you, thank. Oh please, no applause," she said dramatically, waving a hand, and pretending to give a shy smile. As he pointed to the diner, she nodded. It looked exactly the same on the outside, but she wasn't sure what it'd look like on the inside. She hoped it would still be the same, but if not, then that would be okay too.
A smaller blush crept up to her cheeks, and she felt herself really begin to smile shyly. Max was glad that she had talked to him. It was something that made him happy, and it made her dead heart beat with life.
"Max, I'm more than happy that you heard me."
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 8:38 pm
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder; will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas. There was that adorable shade of red again, in reality, Max might have aimed just a little to get Hanabi to blush. It was just so cute. He laughed at her dramatic ways and rolled his eyes, a grin pulling at his lips. He blushed a little and glanced away, they were both glad for eachother's company, whether it was because one needed help, or one was lonely, didn't matter. They needed each other, and that was good. He looked at the diner and it looked quaint, kind of like the one close to the library, but not exactly. Plus, the diner near the library didn't have blueberry waffles! He entered inside, not hearing a bell for this one, and he took a seat in the back near the window, from habit. This place had a good air about it, like everything else here. People were nice, it was for the most part good weather, everything was close. It made him smile as he looked out a window. A girl came up to him and smiled, setting down a menu "Hey there, never seen you 'round here before."It must have been easy to notice, he guessed anyway. "Mmyea, I just moved into an apartment down the way."He gave a sheepish grin and the lady laughed "Well, it's always nice to see new faces. Do you know what you want?"She pulled out a little pad, looking at him curiously.
Max still wasn't very used to their friendliness, but it would do him more good than anything would. Hmm, to start the day with tea or coffee? It would be a long day, so coffee. "Yeah, Coffee, with vanilla, and i've heard the blueberry waffle's here are really good."He smiled, and she wrote it down "Want whip cream?"He blinked, really? "Oh, yes, please." Man, whipped cream and blueberry waffles, he felt pretty good. "Alright, sweety, i'll be right back with your coffee."She smiled and walked off, though he was still hesitant about how friendly people were, he looked at Hanabi and smirked "Is everyone friendly around here?"He felt like he had already asked, but really he was afraid that all the sudden tree's would start chatting him up happily on a walk.
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 4:18 pm
With the bright morning light,
I realize that today, too, I'm all alone.
However, after a shower and some make up,
my flushed red eyes and yesterday's tears won't drag me along anymore. Hanabi Aya Garaku
"Hiver's Ghost Girl"
She giggled, as she sat across from him, and nodded her head. Hanabi could tell that he wasn't used to everyone's friendliness. At first, she couldn't get a hold on it either. After all, she came from an interesting part of Japan, and it always seemed like not everyone could be friendly. There had to be a few people that weren't as open.
"For the most part, yes. There are a few people who aren't, but I never saw them a lot," she said. Out of habit, she started to swing her feet back and forth. Her humming started up again, and she looked around the diner. It made her smile that nothing has changed, and if anything did change, it was only the faces. The atmosphere was still warm and welcoming, and the people, no matter who they were, were still friendly.
"Do you like it here so far? I know it's a little different from the main part of Hiver, so it might be a little different," she said. For one odd reason or another, she didn't know what to say. Was that another emotion she had forgotten? Should she ask? Maybe later, she decided.
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 12:44 am
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder; will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas. Max pursed his lips, so everyone really was friendly. "I guess I should stop jumping when people smile at me then.."He was joking really, he hadn't jumped, but it rattled him a little. Used to be whenever someone had smiled at him, it meant trouble, unless it was at the library. Those were usually friendly. He fiddled with his thumbs, enjoying the silence for a moment, when the girl came back, setting Max's coffee in front of him. There was whip cream on top of it, making him laugh and blush. That hadn't happened to him since he was really little, and he felt a little spoiled. "I love it here." He said that unconsciously, but it answered Hanabi's question, and it was true. It made the girl laugh, setting his waffle's down too "Well, we enjoy putting a smile on people's faces, enjoy your food, sug."She winked at him and went off to serve someone who came in. He pulled some whipped cream onto his finger, eating it and smiling. Man, he really did like it here. Sipping, he smiled at Hanabi, if he hadn't met her, where would he be? Certainly not smiling ear to ear and enjoying whipped cream topped coffee. No sir. "I really do like it here, it's...wonderful."He would have elaborated why, but that would reveal his secret, so he had to chose his words carefully. "I really wanted to move out, having lived with my dad longer than I had originally wanted."He cut into his waffles and took a bite, his lighting up for a minute.
"Man..you weren't kidding Hana. These are great."A few laughs escaped him as he took another bite and leaned back, picking up his coffee again. He just wanted this moment to sink in for a moment, the warm coffee, the mostly nice weather, his good feeling. He had always learned to appreciate the little things, from his mother, who would always stop to smell the roses. To learn to love every little thing. "It looks like it's painted.."He muttered unconsciously, having been looking at the clouds. They were still gray, calling for maybe a little rain, but they were very fluffy looking. He started at his waffles again, just so ecstatic to be where he was. "I really do like it here so far, and I bet it will grow on me ever more. So, I really do have to thank you, Hana."He grinned, just plain in a good mood, even if his side hurt, and he felt the bruises in a few places. Why would he complain? Today was a good day.
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 10:44 pm
With the bright morning light,
I realize that today, too, I'm all alone.
However, after a shower and some make up,
my flushed red eyes and yesterday's tears won't drag me along anymore. Hanabi Aya Garaku
"Hiver's Ghost Girl"
Hanabi giggled at his responses, and gave a light laugh at his smile. She was glad that he liked it here. Smiling as he ate the waffles, she brushed an imaginary hair from her arm. Now that she thought about it, she kind of wanted to show him her grave. But she had a feeling that it would only bring sadness on such a happy day. So, she shook off the feeling, and looked out the window, and at the clouds he had described as painted.
"Is that what you're going to paint?" she asked, looking back at him. She was incredibly curious about the subject of his painting; she was sure that her curiosity showed on her face. But, again, she couldn't help it! Hanabi was the nosy type of girl. Well, then again, most girls are the nosy type. Swinging her feet back and forth, she felt at a loss of words. Max seemed to be really happy, and she was happy for him, but today...today just didn't seem like her kind of day.
"Hm? Oh, you're very welcome, Max! I'm glad you like it here," she said, grinning back at him. Hanabi would ask why he liked it here so much later on. Rubbing her arm again, she looked around. For some reason, she was starting to feel shy again. She didn't feel as hyper as she was a few minutes ago. Watching as Max drank the coffee with whipped cream, she could feel her mouth water with imaginary saliva. Oh, now Hanabi knew why she didn't feel as...hyper as she usually did.
Her longing to be alive and human had returned.
Hanabi shook her head. She had to bury that longing away in her mind. She knew that she would never be alive and human again, and she knew that there was no way she could be alive and human again. But just watching Max made it come back. It made her dead heart ache. It brought a longing and reminicent look in her eyes. It made her want to scream and thrash and cry because she was dead over a cruel trick her mind had played on her.
But she wouldn't cry or scream or thrash in front of him. She would save that for her nightly visit at the graveyard.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 9:34 pm
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder; will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas. Paint the clouds...partly, he supposed. Maybe, would he have to? "I might be, it's a surprise, so you'll just have to wait and see."He grinned mischievously at her, he could tell she really wanted to know, and he didn't blame her. If he had been in the same position, so would he. "If you get it right, i'll tell you, but no, im not painting clouds."His voice echo'd from inside his cup of coffee as he glanced towards the window. Hanabi however, seemed a little..off. Was something bothering her? She was acting fine, but he was just put off from something, how quiet she was being. She had been so teasing, talkative, yesterday. He didn't want to ruin their excitement for the day, but, he was concerned at what was bothering her. Was it that he wouldn't tell her what he was painting? Was she that curious? He set down his coffee and bit his lips while cutting into his waffles, man, had he already screwed up just by trying to surprise her? He had never been good with girls. "Hana.."He muttered, glancing up at her "Are you okay?"He asked, giving her a small smile, just trying not to make things worse, he didn't want to pry, no, but he was concerned. His mother always told him that if there was something wrong with someone, to get them to talk about it, because, no matter if they didn't want to. It helped. Talking helped, he had tried his best to follow that... with others. He couldn't do it, and who would he even talk to? He had just met Hanabi yesterday, and he didn't have any friends, or family that wouldn't bet him to a pulp.
"If that painting bother's you that much, I can tell you what it is, I mean, I didn't want to upset you."He was blushing now, feeling guilty and shy for messing up. He was so stupid to try that, in reality, he didn't know that it wasn't that. Being a boy, he had no idea, and not knowing that much about Hanabi didn't help, he was oblivious. "Gomen.."He didn't know much Japanese, but he knew that. He waited, patiently, messing with his waffles before taking a bite out of them, feeling completely guilty for upsetting Hana. He may not spend a lot of time around girls but seeing them upset, or cry, he hated it, especially if she was the cause.
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 11:08 pm
With the bright morning light,
I realize that today, too, I'm all alone.
However, after a shower and some make up,
my flushed red eyes and yesterday's tears won't drag me along anymore. Hanabi Aya Garaku
"Hiver's Ghost Girl"
When Max realized that Hanabi was a little off, she listened quietly to his reasoning. He thought she was upset about the painting? The thought sent a giggle through her, and then she started laughing out loud. Aww, how sweet of him! Giggling, she reached over and ruffled his hair, only to fail and have her hand fall through.
"No need to be sorry, Max! If you want it to be a surprise, then I'll wait. And I'm just fine. Just some feelings that I really don't want right now," she said, shivering slightly. She swung her feet back and forth, humming as she did. The feeling she had earlier kept returning, but she supressed them to the best of her ability. She didn't want to see Max upset like that again. When she had heard him use Japanese, she couldn't help but smile. The friends that she had made in Hiver managed to learn some Japanese, because of her and her anime and Japanese dramas and whatnot. Maybe she could teach Max some through that?
"Ne, ne, do you want to learn Japanese? I can always teach you!" she said, a grin on her face. Yup, Hanabi would be in a good mood. Maybe later, she would take her anger out on her grave. That is, if Max didn't come with her. She wasn't sure if Max would want to come with her or not, but if he did, she wondered what his reaction would be. Would he be shocked that she was actually dead? Or would he be more determined to give her the peace she needed?
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