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Post by Keira Scappin on Sept 26, 2008 15:48:11 GMT -5
As the afternoon began to draw to a slow close, a small crowd of people had formed on the rooftop before the 'plans' were to begin. Several buckets full of water balloons sat near the ledge of the rooftop awaiting their cruel fate of exploding on some innocent person either standing around or simply walking passed the building. Sadly they chose the wrong time of day to go by a building with the constant sound of laughter escaping into the afternoon air. Suddenly breaking the large amount of laughter was a loud squeal that quickly escaped from the mouth of Keira. A large mass of her tan coloured t-shirt was now soaking wet because of the vibrant yellow balloon that had been thrown at her. Brushing off her denim capris and looking around for the person that had thrown the balloon at her in the first of place. A large mass of balloons were cradled in her arm now as she walked around allowing her pink and blue shoelaces to be more noticed on her plain white shoes. Her brown eyes slowly pulling themselves across the rooftop area with her eye out for anyone suspicious. Only after a few minutes had gone by she had given up on the search for the cruel person and stepped back near the roof. Randomly whipping a balloon as far as she could forcing the hair she hair up in a ponytail to swing and the mass that was down to sway along with her body.
A voice quickly coming from Keira forcing her to turn around and look up at the taller figure. "You're quite quiet today."
"I am not! I'm just bored and feel completely irritated by that." Stating that with a simple smile she spun herself around several times eventually getting dizzy and painfully falling over. Landing painfully on her side, Keira winced and shakily pulled herself back onto her feet. People just burst into laughter watching her do such a thing but She just shook her head and gave them a smile while rubbing the scratched up arm. "Thanks for even asking if I'm ok. Whores." Doing a cough like action at a general section of people. Keira pulled herself up picking up yet another balloon at catapulting it over the side of the roof not caring at the moment if it had hit a dog or a teacher or just in general missed someone.
Throwing her arms onto the ledge she looked out at the school grounds quietly. So much had been happening lately it was almost like she was going to lose herself for someone else in the near future. Perhaps ending up being an actual whore instead of the innocent person she claims herself to be. Her dark eyes wandering the grounds curiously for those whom had been hit by the hideous thing the students were doing from the roof. |
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Post by serendipity on Sept 27, 2008 17:27:09 GMT -5
With a surreptitious click of the hatch and a swiftly corrected stumble, Dai climbed out onto the roof, sighing discontentedly. His narrowed eyes, tried to avoid the glare of the sun in the west while trying to make sure he didnt fall as he attempted vainly to navigate to the edge. Once there, he carefully sat down and dangled his legs absent-mindedly over the side and observed the grounds.
It was gorgeous up here, and by any level, better than being back in that dorm, absolutely packed with people. He couldn't stand being in that tiny room with two other people, and it was worse that he'd arranged to have his own room before coming here. Noticing that he was getting tenser the more he thought about it, he tried to expel the thought from his mind and relax.
This was surviveable; there was surely a logical alogrithm to deal with other people and still get things done this way, and he was just yet to discover it. It was the obvious solution to his problem, and the obvious solution to the solution to his problem was to just work it out and then everything would be fine. Yes, that would correct things.
He let his mind trail slowly after his eyes, scanning the grounds until they stopped on a lone blossoming tree in the corner of a courtyard. The pink flowers were falling and littered the ground below it, kind of like sakura. A rare smile crossed his lips and he began to sing under his breath, oblivious to who might hear: as far as he was concerned, he was alone.
"sakura sakura
no-yama mo sato mo
mi-watasu kagiri
kasumi ka kumo ka
asahi ni niou
sakura sakura
hana-zakari"
He looked at the tree longingly, relishing in his memories as a child in Hokkaido. It did not once cross his mind that he'd never have done any of this had he not been so tired. Over the past three days, he'd refused to sleep in a room with others and had stayed all night, it was not healthy and he was exhausted, but what was he to do else?
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Post by Keira Scappin on Sept 27, 2008 18:59:04 GMT -5
Whirling her body around at the sound of the door securing itself back into its original place, Keira's eyes began to wander searching for a new face, or several new faces. When there were gatherings like this happening on the rooftop you could never be positive if there were smaller gatherings of people joining the larger one. It was almost like how concerts worked. It would start off with one or two people, then it would have a massive accumulation of unfamiliar faces.
Resting her back onto the ledge carefully and giving an obvious shrug of the shoulders she had given up on searching for someone of absolute interest. Before long she had thrown her body quickly forward getting a rush of almost falling when the material behind her back was firmly in place. Looking skyward and releasing her breath as she now stared at the blue sky and never ending clouds that seemed to be trying to take over the sky. 'I always feel so much smaller then what i already am when I look at the everlasting sky.' A sigh escaped from her lips as she began to steer her way through the large group of bodies taking over the area quickly.
Her eyes taking notice of a male sitting on the ledge like several others. Yet he seemed to be in a daze as he sat there allowing his legs to dangle freely off the building side. Her legs dragging her toward him in complete curiosity for what he was looking at only to hear extremely muffled words breaking away from his blurred out figure. Crouching not too far away from him, Keira just turned her head to him, giving a weak smile as she tried to speak without completely taking him off guard. "Seeing that tree makes me think of my home." Though she was American, she grew up in a small town, and her home was surrounded by late blossoming crab apple trees which would always shed their pink petals on the ground. "Though that tree can't beat actual cherry blossoms. It's still a fresh site to be honest." Her smile fading away at the thought of home. How the trees were almost always welcoming looking when they were pink with all their glory.
Her eyes quickly wandered toward the lonesome tree, only to give a gentle smile at the site of it. It was always just like home. A relaxing feeling to it and exactly how she had liked feeling. Relaxed. In this world there was nothing more then stress building up and only a few ways to let go. Mind you, several of those ways are now illegal. Which had brought the question to mind, 'How am I going to vent this time around.'
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Post by serendipity on Dec 22, 2008 23:20:13 GMT -5
Believing that he was completely alone meant that it came as a shock to him when he heard another voice by his right ear. His first reaction was with a jump to turn around and shout at whoever had dared sneak up on him, but he simply didn't have the energy. Stifling the small jerk of fright, he slowly turned around preparing his second reaction: the infamous if-looks-could-kill-look. If he couldn't go for the all-out offensive, looks and silent rage would have to suffice.
He recieved his second shock, when instead of meeting the arrogant grin of some californian prep he expected, he met the smile of an asian girl, and japanese too by the looks of things. In a haze of tiredness and confusion he didn't quite hear her say something about cherry blossom and home while looking at the tree he'd just been admiring. Trying to reconstruct what she'd just said -let alone understand it- took him an unreasonably long time in which he attempted to remove himself from the trance he'd been sitting in. Forgetting to be cold towards her, he attempted painfully to return the smile and even managed to throw in a grotesque chuckle, "Yeah, they're nothing on real sakura... I assume you're Japanese?" He was too tired to care about pretences just now, and the way he was feeling, some company wouldn't go amiss.
"Oh, I'm Dai, by the way."
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Post by Keira Scappin on Dec 31, 2008 19:34:05 GMT -5
(Sorry it's absolutely horrid but it is better then nothing.)
Taking notice to even the small jerked motion, Keira mentally prepared herself for what could have been a much worse situation that what it was actually. No one appreciated being taken off-guard, especially by the edge of a rooftop the absolute thought is absolutely horrifying to some. Considering her options for forms of apology Keira selected the basic "Sorry for taking you off-guard." a blank expression resting on her face as if to she she were absolutely serious with what words had just escaped from her.
Tilting her head at his reaction to the shock her mind had begun to wonder as to what might have been going through his mind. She rested her body properly on the rooftop so she was no longer in the dreadful crouching position. Being taken off guard from him giving her a response Keira quickly nodded her head. "Nothing can compare to the true beauty of a real sakura." taking a moment to take in his amazing guess toward her ethnicity she yet again had nodded. "Actually, I am... Normally most of these Californian people guess me as Korean or Chinese, only a few have ever actually gotten it right... I am going to ask a very stupid question to get it out of my mind, Dai? How did you... know?"
Curiosity was something that always took over Keira's mind completely, it was something that was almost uncontrollable for her almost like her never ending urges to have an alcoholic beverage.
"Oh! I'm... Keira." Releasing sigh, she gave him her name. An American name for this girl was quite a downfall in her opinion. She wanted to be unique and have an abnormal name that no one else would happen to have been given, but sadly her parents did not feel the same way she did.
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Post by serendipity on Jun 28, 2009 16:03:34 GMT -5
This is going to be dire... I've almost completely forgotten Daisuke's personality and haven't written a thing in so long; but bear with me. Be prepared for Dai's personality to change somewhat and be presented with horrendous posts.
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A small flame lit in Dai's heart for that moment that warmed him as he watched this suddenly familiar girl settle herself next to him: it was a strange and comforting homely feeling speaking to another of his kin. He unleashed a rare but short-lived grin, "That'd be because I'm Japanese too." He'd only actually met one other Asian person while over here; but they were Korean.
"Kira... Japanese indeed..." Kira was a very common Japanese family and given name, and also the name of one of his cousins in fact. "日本語を話しますか。(Nihongo o hanashimasu ka?)" he asked, accidentally slipping into his mother tongue. It didn't occur to him that not all Asian-Americans were able to speak their ethnic tongues.
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Post by Keira Scappin on Jun 28, 2009 18:05:58 GMT -5
I wouldn't worry to much about the post lengths that much. It has been ages for me since I last role-played as well. So we can equally be horrid, or I can be worse since my typing has just become terrible. (Yay spell check...)
Keira just sat there simply nodding her head to what he had said, her eyes completely fixated on him now out of interest. “It is Japanese, but much to common for my likes. Even here it is incredibly common and I dislike it very much. The name doesn’t even suit me that well… I much prefer your name as it's at least unique in this country.” Keira raised her arms out above her head simply stretching as she listened. She began listening to him once again as he spoke, but this time in a slightly familiar sounding language. Closing her eyes for a moment going into thought. Where has she heard that line before? Perhaps she was just imagining that she knew what he had said. Snapping her fingers with a possible idea on what he had asked. “Uhm… I just want to make this clear since I am not fluent in Japanese at all and barely understand it but… Did you ask if I speak Japanese?” A hopeless look was in her eyes as she just gave a blank smile. ‘I feel like an absolute disgrace right now… Why didn’t I let my family teach me Japanese…’, “Why?” She asked aloud accidentally. Her thoughts were now escaping from her verbally. What next? Her subconscious would become over-active and she would be speaking of things she wouldn’t even realize she was thinking?
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Post by serendipity on Aug 22, 2009 2:15:50 GMT -5
Sorry again for this being lame D:
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Pausing for a moment, watching Keira's mental flail for comprehension of the Japanese an innocent grin curled out from the side of his mouth. Taking another moment to bite his lip to stifle the threat of upcoming laughter. "I guess you never paid attention when your family tried to teach you? Nevermind, it's a stupid langauge anyway." He was telling the truth, too: he much preferrred the English langauge over his native tongue, despite being not as beautiful written down. English was more logical and efficient, kind of, than Japanese's mess which was incomprehendable to even most natives. Logic was good.
He looked up into the sky and smiled a wide smile. Something about speaking to someone Asian again made him feel warm, like the warm of home. The warmth of lying out in the Japanese countryside with his mother and father picnicking. The bright warmth of a sip of sake. The warmth of a bath. The warmth of the sun beating down in the park while the Sakura swirled around him in the breeze. He hung his head, sighing almost inaudibly. "Have you ever been to Japan?" he asked in a gentle voice, stranded in nostalgia and longing.
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Post by Keira Scappin on Sept 19, 2009 8:18:59 GMT -5
Immediately after Dai had questioned her she began to fidget and play with the hands. He was reading her like a book, which was quite typical of people but it never really occurred to her about how obvious she really was about certain things. Keira quickly thought up a little lie to tell him, "Well it's not like I never paid attention but more like... They never really want to teach me their home language," letting out a nervous giggle after saying that she just looked up tot he sky quietly. Simply listening to everything around her before coming back to reality, she shouldn't be spacing out so suddenly. Unexpected things can always happen, she even told herself that when she first awoke so why can't she just stay focus so she can expect what is mean tot be unexpected. Taken quickly off guard when she heard the words ';stupid language' Keira shook her head in disagreement. "I think Japanese is a nice language actually... Then again though, this is an opinion coming from someone who has no clue on how to speak it. Really even just listening makes me happy."
Looking at him with a perplexed look, Keira just dropped her head slightly looking down below her. She had been to Japan once maybe... That incident however required her to go to therapy. Her past from when she was five and younger wasn't the most beautiful and happy thing you could say. "I've never been to Japan in my life! I only have things from there shipped to me... I'd love to go one day though." Another big lie escaping from her lips as she said that to him and this time the lie was quite clear in her voice as it shook when she spoke. Her hands squeezed tightly together almost unbreakable with how tight they were. A couple of her knuckles cracked making her quickly break her hands apart and shake them. Why did she always do this? Lies and more lies. It would never end. Surely karma would come and slap her in the face one day. Perhaps her worst nightmares will happen of her getting a brain tumor that will suddenly make her grow or of her becoming obese. Those things were uncommon and almost impossible for her but she still feared them.
Once again adjusting her body, Keira ran a sore hand through her hair tearing the loose elastic out and letting her long hair fall and hit her back, gently playing in the breeze as she ran her hand through her hair once again. Her eyes slightly close as she looked down trying to remember her past once again. It was difficult as is trying to remember back to when you were four seeing as how you wouldn't remember much but when you used to be able to remember your past clearly and then were trained to forget it to the point that you only know you went somewhere and don't know with who. It is harder. The only way for Keira to remember it to either ask her stubborn parents what happened that day or to try and do things like she would as a child to try and remember. "Hey... Have you ever been told to forget something and still clearly re-, Nevermind! I'm being an idiot. Just ignore what I have to say!" Laughing at herself as hit herself in the side quite strongly, wincing in the slight pain she had caused herself but she knew it was better then her asking questions that shouldn't be asked at all for the time being. maybe if they got to know each other better in the future she would ask the question.
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