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 Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 8:27 pm
The sun shines on a new day, and for two young boys in Shinkami, the sun rising was one for the New Year.
They had chosen a grassy nook between the harbor and the shoreline, far enough from the ocean that the waves were distant music but close enough that the sea was more than a pretty backdrop. A plain sheet - which looked suspiciously like a standard issue student bed sheet - spread over a patch of grass beneath the canopy of a budding tree, held down with small rocks. The cloth was adorned with several plates, 'borrowed' from the kitchen and loaded with select foods: chicken; fish; oranges; and a saucer-like dish with a handful or so of candy. Flowers were placed aesthetically where the food did not touch, some dangling from the limbs of the tree.
Within the boughs of the tree and strewn between a few near by, red and orange banner-like swaths draped and hung decoratively; upon closer inspection, one might find a seam or collar that suggested the banners were once clothes. They had been sewn with care (not necessarily skill) into the form of a bright banner with yellow cloth stitched onto the surface in Chinese words, lending to a celebrational atmosphere of the small area.
Who: Starting with Weiyuan and RuiZhi, and everyone is invited!
What: Chinese New Year celebration!
When: From now until Saturday, Feb 9th; for IC purposes, the RP will only take course over one day.
Where: Southwest part of the island.
Why: Anyone who is interested in the display or simply find themselves wandering near by are more than welcome to join in on the festivity! There is no reward for this, other than the gratification of RP and meeting more of your fellow students. Enjoy yourself and take a reprieve from all that school work!
Happy Chinese New Year - Gung Hey Fat Choy!
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 8:38 pm
Wei had already set things up and simply he was getting picky. How on earth could he finish setting this up perfectly if the noodles weren't here yet?! He visibly growled, tapping his foot impatiently while waiting for Alex and Rui to show up. He had a bright fed paper fan in his hand, swatting away any bugs that were attempting to sneak a taste. Not on his watch.
The brunette was dressed in complete red, his outfit sent to him by his mother and his shoes bought by Alex. How this woman was capable of sneaking things here like this he didn't even understand.
The flowers were beautiful, the food prepared, and surprisingly enough everything was rather traditional...for something done last minute. The things he and Rui did for tradition.....
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 8:43 pm
The boy couldn't have been happier with the beginning of the new year. The weather was crisp but clean, sweet with the scent of ocean spray and the promise of new growth. He was with his brother, one of his most beloved people on a very special day - for both of them. He wasn't able to get a new robe, so he wore the nicest he had, the very same he had worn to the Christmas party; a mandorin collared robe of velvety crimson, trimmed in black and swirled with gold accents, his skullcap much of the same over thick braided hair. Legs were clad in his standard black leggings, but his feet were snug in brand new shoes. They'd been left by his door along with two red envelopes - his lee see - without any note who they'd been from. He had his ideas.
RuiZhi smiled up at the clear sky, turning his brown eyes over to his brother as he approached the older boy. "Gung hey fat choy*," he greeted Weiyuan cheerfully, smile warming in earnest. "".
* Gung Hey Fat Choy is a traditional greeting, meaning "Wishing You Prosperity and Wealth."
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 8:57 pm
Not far behind the youngest of her didi, Alex smiled gleefully to herself. It was one of the only things she'd had to look forward to since she'd last seen Weiyuan, and she'd put every effort into it that she could. The older boy's mother hadn't been easy to track down, but it had been done, and through various means and conversations, the crafty women had planned this for the two boys who were so far from home...or rather, in the only home they'd likely ever know. Even she had tried to be more presentable, mauling what was once a hideous red sweater (the mall had no sense of taste) and fashioning it into an off-the-shoulder number, wearing black slacks and rather feminine slip on sandals. Her long black hair was pulled up into a bun, pinned into place with what could have been pens and pencils, her face framed by her long bangs that refused to be clipped back.
Within her scarred hands was a large bowl, containing what she hoped were acceptable noodles for the feast. Weiyuan had been quite adamant on how they should be prepared, and after feverish research and a few visits to the mall, she had produced something unlike that which she had ever seen. She wasn't entirely sure that was a good thing, but she supposed she'd find out soon enough. Improvising on a few of the ingredients the best she could (she was dismayed how difficult plain chicken broth was to come by), she was honestly hoping she didn't screw up one of the most important parts of her brother's culture.
"Gung hey fat choy," she greeted the boys, quite fluent in their language from the year it'd been since she and Weiyuan had first met. The woman carefully offered the noodles to the irrate boy in question, grinning a little sheepishly. "I'm sorry it took so long, but I didn't want to screw it up. For once."
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 9:05 am
Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea, or perhaps it was one of the best ideas he'd had in a while. It was hard for the youth to decide which was going to be the right choice for him to have followed for the day, as he could consider the day was still very new and nothing had happened...yet.
His choices of course were to simply stay in his room and read away at the old books he had from the library or the ones his father had sent with him when he'd arrived, or he could get out and explore the school grounds more all in the name of making a mental map so he wouldn't be lost. There was a win and lose to each situation, the first situations pros and cons being he'd be safe in his room...but would never see the island in its entirety and would be doomed to be wandering forever (or until that compass came in). The second was just as simple and obvious - learn the island, or get horribly lost in the process.
How was that for simple?
"...."
With that in mind he found himself out and on one of the many paths that criss-crossed the great island, his feet hitting the ground unevenly as he strode side to side with his unusual pace. He didn't know it but he was dressed rather fashionable for the day or any events that might come crashing in, his torso decked out in a rather nice orange sweater vest (he loved sweaters or sweater vests) and the rest of his body in his usual khakis, and he sighed as he flipped the collar of the white undershirt.
His feet had carried this this far, only perhaps a good bit or so away from the school...and he was already lost and wondering if he could trace his steps back. He'd never been to the south or beyond, at least on purpose, so he was about to turn on his heels when something...sewn...caught his eye. Micajah was a sucker for sewing of any kind and shape, so it was this perhaps 'crude' sign that slowly started to draw him in, unaware that anyone else could possibly be around.
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