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 Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 3:00 pm
  This is a private RP between Jun [Koonjan] and Miao yin [Venexia].
Setting ;;
Artisans Path
While running errands for his troupe, Miao runs into a "friend".
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 3:22 pm
“Ungrateful brat! Does he even do anything around here, sister dear?”
“I don’t believe so darling sister!
That was how it began once a week. His aunties often grew tired of Miao hanging around the house, slumping in a chair, or pacing around the table. Their remedy to this atrocity was a simple one: work, work and more work! Sometimes it involved mathematics, but Miao was skilled in that field. Quickly the boy had graduated out of equations, and found himself forced to run – like a simple farm horse! It enraged the boy, but what could you do? Respect had to be given to the sisters, so – teeth clenched – he gave it. Today his undying love was expressed through doing the errands Mama and Father had asked Ning and Qing to do. They couldn’t be bother to do such frivolous manners themselves of course, they had to primp and preen for their numerous dates – or so they said. Miao didn’t care, or he told himself as much. He was out of their hair, and they were out of his, it was all well and good.
And that was how Miao ended up sitting in a simple craftsman’s store, a tower of extravagant clothes springing from his opened arms. They compiled to make a richly saturated mountain, flecked with ornate gold and silver flowers, and various other patterns. Miao couldn’t wait to see them on stage, mostly because if they were on the stage they wouldn’t be in his arms. The owner of this shop was a kind mine, Miao would admit, but gosh darnit he was as slow as a turtle on a sandy beach. His fingers tapped against the table, growing faster as Miao grew more and more impatient. Sure, patience was a virtue, but did a man have to be blessed with every virtue? No, certainly not! Then he wouldn’t be a man anymore, now would he?
So when the craftsman hobbled out of his lair, three masks proudly bobbing in his hands, Miao sprang to his feet; arms thrown out wide as if to embrace the man. However, that motion also served to knock over the tedious hill of clothing, which silently collapsed in a mess across the good man’s floor.
“Crap.”
Franticly, Miao scooped up the masks, slipping the craftsman his pay between quick apologizes and “thank you”s. He then dropped to his knees, attempted to recollect all of the troupe’s new costumes – they couldn’t be ruined. If they were, the sisters would have his head on a silver platter!
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 5:27 pm
❀❀❀Jun was also the victim of familial slavery. Out of his entire household, he had no considerable damage done to his body. While others had missing appendages and scars, his tanned figure was unscathed. He was lucky. The work of a pyrotechnician was never a safe one. Jun's mother had simply laughed at him when he asked why he was constantly chosen to pick up supplies for their business. The husky cackling of his monarch echoed in his ears and the haunting image of her amputated leg wagging towards him made him wince. That was one crazy woman. Jun sometimes wished he had been birthed by something else. A panda, perhaps? Maybe even a mythical being like a dragon or a lion. Regardless, he was in search for bamboo sticks. Gunpowder was used to fill segments of reddened bamboo. Igniting one would cause the bamboo to explode in a chaotic display of power and luck. These were very popular during New Years time and Jun always saved the leftovers for some "fun."
❀❀❀Yet, someone caught his eye. He was just passing the craftman's store when he saw Miao, on his knees. A familiar sight. They often had to go on their knees whenever their schemes went astray. Apologizing was tough work on their joints. However, Jun could see that he was picking up several articles of fancy clothing. It looked like someone needed the help of a friend.
❀❀❀Boldly, he opened the door, the sunlight hugging his frame. Placing his hands on his hips and straightening his back, he stood in the door frame, his body dark against the sunlight. He smirked.
❀❀❀"Hey, Miao! Need a hand?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 8:26 pm
Miao would’ve loved to be a bird. They were elegant things, swooping and spiraling in the open sky. Free to sing whenever they pleased, and yet too high and too absorbed to ever be told to shut it. In the sky they were free from the clutches of war; they had their own rules, and all abided by it. It was beautiful, really. However, these poetic snips were cut short for Miao, as the door swung opened and an all too familiar voice rocketed through his brain.
“Hey, Miao! Need a hand?”
Teeth scraped against each other, fists balled slightly in rage – no, he did not need a hand. Well yes, he did, but he didn’t need Jun’s hands. He didn’t need to have anything to do with Jun. Instinctively, Miao reached for a mask. Perhaps if he threw it over his face Jun would realize he had been mistaken in his identity, and leave. Leaving would be nice, very nice. But that was ridiculous, even Miao knew it, Jun already knew that this boy – pathetically swimming in a sea of vibrant clothes – was Miao. Though, he reconsidered, would it really hurt to try? Of course it would. However, did he want to hurt Jun? Why yes, yes he did.
It wasn’t cruel; after all, the boy deserved it. Gorging on chicken while uttering fake apologizes. He was clearly trying to lead Miao yin on! He clearly wanted to ruin Miao’s life – again! Wasn’t once enough? Miao exhaled sharply, hands scampering across the floor as he began to create a new pile to carry home.
“No.”
He didn’t even look up as he said it, no eye contacted needed to be established. Miao grinned internally, he hoped those words were biting ones. He hoped they stung, he hope they burned – burned like his family’s shack.
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 11:37 pm
❀❀❀Sadly for Miao, his refusal of help procured the opposite of what he hoped for. With his hands still clasped around his waist, Jun bent back and forth, laughing exuberantly. Jun briskly slapped his "buddy" on the shoulder, still howling as he used the same body part for support as he descended down to Miao's level. It didn't stop there, however. He spiritedly patted the actor on the back, his zealous chortles fading into shallow breaths.
❀❀❀"Oh, man. I forgot how funny you were, bud," Jun beamed, "Let me help you! It'll be faster. Count yourself lucky that I happened to be in the neighborhood," The mention of a "neighborhood" caused him reminisce which lead him to ramble, "Remember when we used to live by each other? Those were the days... Man, maybe I could convince my fam' to move back! Just gotta' do a ton of sucking up, or something. But, I'm sure it could work, bud!"
❀❀❀Jun smacked him on the back again for good measure. It was a habit that some learned to appreciate. Being a very physical person, Jun was prone to giving pats on the back and amiable punches to the arm. It was his way of being affectionate. Well, to his brotherhood, that is. He'd rather hold hands with the opposite sex, or daresay, even cuddle. Nonetheless, this was a secret, locked behind door after door after door.
❀❀❀Time to help, now. He thumbed his cheek before attempting to pick up some of the ostentatious garments nearby. Jun stuck dangerously close to Miao, leaning against him as he maneuvered his hands nearer and nearer to the Chen family's shipment.
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 9:50 am
Miao’s eyes narrowed into slits. What was so funny about saying no? He had been sincere, what was so amusing? What – ow! Jun then proceeded to physically abuse Miao yin! He had slapped him! That – that violence was uncalled for! If a war hadn’t been raging as they spoke, why, why Miao would’ve complained – no – he would’ve sued Jun for that. Who did he think he was? What right did he have to slap such a poor and innocent boy! He was just trying to pick up clothes! But now, all thanks to Jun, his arm would be forever sore! Oh woe was Miao yin!
And then the purple Lunarian opened his fat mouth. The words that floated out shocked and appalled Miao – Jun… moving… back. No. No. No. No. No! That was all he could say on the matter, but it appeared that Jun’s thick head did not understand that two-letter word. Miao would have to resort to different tactics, what wha – Ow! Spirits above, was Jun addicted to such violent measures? He needed help! No, no, Jun did not need help, least of all Miao’s. Jun needed to go far, far away. Yes, the farther the better. It really wasn’t Jun’s fault Miao was so offended by his methods of affection. He was just dealing with the biggest wimp in all of Lunaria, and if Miao was not the biggest, he certainly that the lowest tolerance for both ex-best friends and pain.
Well, it was time to fight fire with fire if verbal prompts were too subtle. Miao elbowed at Jun’s arm as hard as he could – which was, in all honesty, not very hard again, not to mention the fact that while the tan Lunarian was well muscled, Miao was not. Still, it satisfied the actor, but this was hardly enough. Her would need to be painfully obvious for the painfully stupid Jun. Miao’s hands flew to the garments first, swatting away Jun’s.
“I can do this. Myself.”
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 7:22 pm
❀❀❀Miao's words had finally gnawed their way into Jun's ignorance. But, not in the way they were intended to do so. He withdrew his hands, resting them on his bent knees. His friend's cold retort dampened his fiery spirit. However, it was just a sprinkle of water, nothing more. Jun surmised that Miao wasn't having a very good day or maybe he just felt like being Mr. Independent. He also knew about Miao's "aunties" and their uncanny ability to sour anyone's mood. The sisters could probably eat daises and defecate hellspawn. Jun instinctively shuddered, remembering their scolding glares. He hated them. From day one, they never gave him a chance. The Huo Lis were nothing but savages to them and Jun was no exception to their criticism. Although it was a horrible thought, he sometimes wished the firework had destroyed the two aunties instead of the bird shack. Well, whatever was bugging Miao, they were still friends. The ordeal was done and over with, right? Jun lifted himself up from his tiring squat, the folds in his baggy pants unraveling like an accordion. As he rocked on the balls of his feet, an old flame sparked into existence once again.
❀❀❀"Buddy! Buddy! I have an idea."
❀❀❀Mischief spread across his face like wildfire.
❀❀❀"How about I help you bring those clothes back, yeah? Then we could go head down to the Marshlands. I heard there was a ghost or... some spectre-s**t that haunts the area. True story, bud," He nodded to affirm the assumption, "It's still early in the day. Whaddya say to that, hm? Unless you want to go at night?"
❀❀❀Out of habit, a robust Jun pounded Miao on the back of his shoulder. A healthy thwak resonated upon impact. He was smiling, ready to tackle the dangers of the marsh. Jun omitted some other details, though. He discarded the gossip about dangerous creatures inhabiting the area. Rumours were rumours, Jun supposed. Even if they were real, he could get them out of there. Or so he thought. Perchance, a little venture into the great outdoors could cheer up his "Debbie Downer" of a friend. It would be like old times. Ever since their unscheduled rendezvous at the Ichi-Koi, Jun was pining to do something with his buddy and hopefully, if all went well, today would be his lucky day.
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 12:25 pm
Miao was pretty sure almost all of Lunaria hated his aunties – at least those who knew them well. Save their rotating boyfriends and his parents, almost everyone else the aunties had ever come in contact with now went out of their ways to avoid the siblings. They were foul beasts – wearing more make-up off stage than on (and this was, indeed, quite a feat, as the troupe coated their entire faces in thick colours), vain, selfish, and rude. Miao could remember their warnings, their resentment, when he and Jun had been friends. They had heeded against the friendship – the family was not to be trusted! And though he had ignored them when he was young and naïve, and though he still hated his aunts from the very depths of his soul… Miao couldn’t ignore the fact that they had been right. They had been right about Jun all along, and nothing Jun could ever do would change that. However, the boy certainly was trying.
Jun was not only persistent, but he had, perhaps, the thickest skull Miao had ever encountered. He just didn’t get it – at all. No matter how curt he was, no matter how rude he was, no matter how forceful he was… Miao should’ve slapped him in the restaurant; then he never would’ve had this pesky problem. Fuming as he gathered the garments, Miao’s anger was beginning to boil and simmer beneath his skin – a volcano can only be dormant for so long. And an extinct volcano is but an unconfirmed fact; there was no telling whether Miao would ever get over the little spat.
But, oh, now he had an idea? He clenched his jaw as he stared –no, glared – at Jun, trying to meet the purple Lunarian’s gaze. If words couldn’t explain the situation, maybe his eyes could. He was hoping so, anyways. However, despite the broth of rage that was circulating through the pale boy’s veins, Miao absorbed every word that flew out of Jun’s mouth. An idea, he had an idea – a completely stupid and ridiculous idea. What did Jun think Miao was? Four? Eight? He wasn’t that stupid little kid anymore. No, he was smarter.
Maybe it was time for Jun to smarten up.
“No.”
He paused, savouring the word. He had pumped more venom into that small syllable, hoping that this time the point would be made. That maybe, this time, Jun would get it.
“I have better things to do with my time.”
He didn’t, but that wasn’t the point.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 11:16 pm
❀❀❀Miao's persistence had paid off. The words finally connected with Jun, collapsing his amiable countenance. It burnt him, the poison of the counterfeit's words seeping into their brief, but falsified friendship. At first, Jun endured a simmering grief that sent pangs of confusion into his chest. The simmer turned to a boil. The pangs evolved into percussive stabs and his fleeting anguish flared into an ardent umbrage for his "friend." Jun made sure that he hid any visible signs of his disappointment- something he perceived as a weakness. Had everything at the restaurant been a joke? Was there no actual weight to Miao's words? Thinking about this betrayal enraged him.
❀❀❀A mixture of humiliation and annoyance accompanied his thoughts. Jun had laid out his heart and soul onto that table, exposing himself entirely in front of his friend. Yet, it appeared as if Miao had only casted silver coins. This one-sided affair had to end. He wanted to throw a punch, a kick, hurl him into the street by the collar and duke it out, whatever it would take to hurt him, but he refrained- for now. His habit of forging fists from his hands emerged, again. Like little mountain ranges, veins ran down his well-muscled arms, fury coursing through his limbs. However, Jun remained awfully calm.
❀❀❀Glaring at Miao, he spat acrimoniously, "... Jackass. Haven't changed at all, yeah?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 9:19 am
He watched Jun’s face, taking pride and joy at the way it subtly admitted that Miao’s words had hit him. Hard. Miao restrained a cold laugh; maybe Jun wasn’t as dense as he originally thought. Miao would’ve ended it here, in fact the pale boy had been hoping that Jun would just turn and leave. He had expected him to run from Miao, just as he always had. Did he ever seek out Miao to apologize? No. That half-hearted lie had been forged out of convenience and convenience only. Perhaps only to prevent a scene at the Ichi-Koi Inn, or maybe so that Jun could eat his chicken in peace. His chicken. He might as well have popped Tao Hua’s head off while uttering his apologizes. Sorry? Yeah right Jun, yeah right.
But Jun didn’t leave. This was not so good. Had Miao been thinking clearly maybe he would’ve fled the building, but at this point the youth was barely thinking. However, the fact of the matter was that while Jun was toned and strong, Miao was still scrawny and weak. If it came to blows Miao would be, in short, screwed. For a moment his brain registered this, and as he stood – the clothes, littered across the ground like bits and scraps of an accident, could wait – he took a small step back.
But then Jun spoke.
And the world went up in flames. Before he could think, words shot out of Miaoyin’s mouth. Each one a silver bullet, each one intended to be sharp and painful. He wanted Jun to cry, he wanted Jun to wither and sink into a pathetic little ball. He wanted Jun to finally, finally feel the pain he deserved.
“Me? Changed? How am I the jackass here, Jun, huh? What have I done? You know what the answer is? Nothing. I’ve done absolutely nothing. Who ruined my family’s shack? Who let nearly all our birds out? Who ruined our props? Our costumes? Do you know how money that stuff costs, Jun? Do you? Next to all that you’re family’s business is s**t. Did you know that? Did you ever apologize for it? No. You ******** hid behind your parents. You couldn’t even tell me you were sorry – I guess you weren’t.”
Jun was the one wo was supposed to be crying, but Miao could feel the tears burn in his eyes. Dammit. This wasn’t supposed to hurt him, this was what Jun deserved!
”I almost believed you too. I almost believed those stupid little lies! I’m so sorry Miao, ever so sorry I took nearly everything away from you. I’m sooo sorry I ruined the sanctuary, soooo sorry I let the birds fly away. In fact I’m so damn sorry about the birds I think I’ll eat one right now! Thanks to you that could’ve been Min or Bai-an on your plate. So yeah, yeah you’ve changed, Jun. I thought you were better than that – when I was eight. We’re not eight anymore, you can’t kiss a cut and tada! it's better. You have to be ******** sincere.”
He breathed in, the waterfall of words finally, slowly coming to a halt.
“Which is something you clearly know nothing about, jackass.”
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 11:30 pm
❀❀❀As Miao stapled Jun's grating rap sheet against him, his anger smothered any sympathy he had grasped onto for all these years. Every bullet on that list was percussive, pounding against his eardrums, drawing blood. Did he do all of those things? Yes. However, his sense of conviction had rapidly burnt out, leaving bare reminants of aged guilt. Yet, once Miao slandered about his family's business, Jun was ballistic. For his entire life, he had to put with the garbage his family's reputation had chained upon him. It was hard enough making relationships without breaking through this barrier first and oh, how elated Jun was when he was able to do this with Miao. Now, here they were, many years later with the strain of his crude and unsophisticated way of making a living finally taking its toll.
❀❀❀"Hey! ********. Off. You don't talk about my family's business like that. Ever," Jun growled, guttural and animalistic tones rounding out his voice.
❀❀❀A quick beat.
❀❀❀"So, every apology was a ********' joke to you? You know what? I guess I'm not sorry. Maybe I should do it again! Was I not sincere back there? Was I not?"
❀❀❀He saw the tears in Miao's eyes. This didn't deter him from being any less disgruntled.
❀❀❀Jun took one step towards the door, "Oh, and guess what? That chicken? It was good."
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 4:57 pm
“You didn’t change – you never did. You know how easily you could’ve fixed this, Jun? We were kids. If you had said sorry, it would’ve all been gone the next day. But you’re a selfish b*****d. You couldn’t apologize then, you couldn’t apologize now. You get it all – don’t you? All the ******** satisfaction of our friendship. You took it all, burned it down and left me with nothing. b*****d.” Miao’s voice had dropped to a hiss, the words – chaotic and awkward – came staggering out of his mouth. There were no words, really, to explain what Miao felt. There was only a feeling, a crude, sharp pain that stabbed into him – over and over again. He sucked in a sharp breath – sniffing in the tears – before spitting it all out. What if Jun’s breath or scent or chi was in this stale air? Fah! Miao wouldn’t be caught dead with that s**t on his tongue. Like hell he was plaguing himself further with that b*****d.
“So, yeah. ********. You. Too.” Sometimes, Miao admitted – sniffing subtly as he regained his composure – the most simplistic tones and words were most effective. Who needed big, fancy scrawl, when a hearty “******** you” got the bitter point across?
The chicken. It stung Miao hard, rippling under his skin, and eating away at his heart. The b*****d would never change. So fine, Miao’s eyes narrowed into thin slits as he watched his nemesis head for the door, he’d let Jun leave. It was best if that lame excuse of a soul was out of his sight.
“You think you can live like this, Jun? Burning all these ******** bridges will get you ******** nowhere!”
Miao stood there, his knuckles buried into a nearby table. He balanced himself – blood boiling and throat sore from the shouting match – against it, watching his lifetime opponent in silence. A snake, poisonous and cold, had wound itself around his tongue; squeezing and binding it, draining it of all words. He didn’t know what more to say, nor did he have more to say. All Miao was left with was bitter silent. One that stung and chilled him, and left him completely and utterly alone.
[ I believe we're done? I'm going to lock this, but PM me if you want to get another reply in~! ;D ]
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