Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2014 19:30:37 GMT -5
Death City was still a place Masa was getting used to. He ran his hand through his hair as he sat at a park bench. He was in the park, waiting for something to happen. More importantly, he was waiting for someone to meet. He wanted to find a partner, but was having some trouble. He put his earbuds in his ears and played a song on his phone. He softly sang some of the lyrics of "Black Paper Moon" by Tommy Heavenly6, "I'm falling. Down into my shadow. Iki wo hisomete, matte iru deadly night..." After seeing some people looking, he immediately stopped and blushed. Some of his hair stuck up with the embarassment, and he rubbed his rings to calm down. He began to relax on the bench again with his black hoodie, blue jeans and black sneakers. He tapped his foot to the rhythm of the music, and eventually got a black book out of his pocket. Opening it, he took the pencil and began sketching. His music gave inspiration to his drawings, and he drew out a scene of a black crescent moon. He drew a single tree and a cat under the tree. The artistic boy gave the cat a bandana, an eyepatch, and little boots. Masa smiled at the drawing, and then continued to listen to his music.
|
|
Irene Dixon
Weapon
Demon Corseque
Wake me up. I'm living a nightmare.
Posts: 108
|
Post by Irene Dixon on Feb 25, 2014 23:21:37 GMT -5
Death City.
She was back. Her new partner and her had just come back from a mission not too long ago. Levi Kastein. He was… a handful. That was probably the nicest way she could describe him. All in all, the guy was a prick and an ass. But, they were partners. She trusted him with her life and she would never let him down. She was taking this day to unwind. Their battle had been taxing on her in multiple ways and she just wanted everything to settle.
Melissa came to her mind again. Gaining a new partner was bringing back old memories. She didn’t want that. Irene had also decided that’s why she had chosen to pursue the man further in the first place. Why she had agreed to a trial mission. She didn’t want someone like Melissa. Not someone fun, that she could relate to, that would go through life and have a personal relationship… No. She wanted to be disconnected. To keep Melissa hidden away somewhere.
But why the heck was she being brought back? With both Levi and that Dante kid… they both brought Melissa back to the forefront of her mind. It had almost been a year! She hadn’t thought of her in months, and now this? Irritation. That was the only thing Irene felt at this moment. Not sadness from missing her old partner. Not joy for having a new one. Irritation and a hint of bitterness.
These thoughts kept twisting through her mind, no matter how she tried to keep them at bay. Hands shoved into her jean pockets, the girl looked just about how she always did. Blank face. Little emotion. Lips drawn in a thin line, eyes dull yet moving over everything she could see.
The park?
Though she logically knew how she ended up there, she didn’t really understand why she would head that way. It was a place for people who wanted to have fun and relax. Generally kids were running around and making noise or playing basketball or some craziness… Heck, even some people were playing with dogs. She regretting coming here. But… she also refused to turn around. Rolling her shoulders back to loosen her top that seemed to be restricting her shoulderblades. A cream, collared shirt, held securely to her by a thick belt directly under her chest. Sleeveless, this fact gave her the need to put two leather strands around her right bicep. Boots on her feet as always, these had soft soles that made little noise when connecting with the ground. Brown up to her knees with various belts to keep them on her.
Awakening her senses, she came out of her own thoughts. Eyes darting about the park, she was a bit surprised by how it didn’t seem as active as she thought it might be. People were here and there of course. On benches, skating, dogs, children… Nothing she particularly wanted to be around. But, certainly not the craziness she was dreading.
Well.. except for one thing.
Something hit her ears. Singing. Why? In a place that she was just starting to tolerate, someone had to drive it right into the ground. Though no real outward appearance changed, Irene’s irritation was only elevating. Walking through the park still, her steps were a bit slower and more calculated. Who was singing? The answer came soon enough. People were glancing in a specific direction. She first noticed it in an older woman, than in a child that was running towards her. Somewhere…. in front and to her right. The park bench? That boy?
Yes.. It had to be. Earbuds in his ears, only barely visible through the shaggy dark hair. His mouth had just ceased moving, a bright red crossing his features. Was he embarrassed? Well at least he shut up.. Let him experience music if he wanted, but he didn’t need to make OTHERS experience it too…
Then… THEN. the tapping.
It immediately locked in her ears and mind. It was hard to miss. The shoe of the kid clicking against the ground in the same tempo… And of course it matched up to the lyrics he had to sing earlier… Seething. She was seething. Keeping her hands in her pockets prevented her from outright balling her hands into fists. Still, her facial expression didn’t change, but that was a VERY difficult fight.
Approaching the young man, he was pretty much the center of her attention at the moment. She did keep the corner of her eye focused around her. Watch to not trip over children, careful for any crazy classmate… but otherwise, Masa was her target. When she was close enough, the woman put her foot directly over the foot he was tapping. Her right foot pressed hard enough against his to keep his foot on the ground, but not so hard that it would harm him in any way.
”You can like music all you want. But the world doesn't want to experience it with you.”
The words sounded harsh. Possibly harsher than she meant them. Her expression, or lack thereof, didn’t help either. Though it was absence of anger or irritation, it didn’t hold any comfort either. Blankness. She showed no real sign of what she was thinking, the only large clue being her words. A semi-polite, knock it off now.
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2014 13:09:57 GMT -5
Masa was in the middle of the song when he felt a hard pressure on his foot. It wasn't painful, but it got his attention quickly enough. He looked up and saw a girl. A very annoyed girl. She was actually quite pretty though, but the boy read nothing in her face. He took the earbuds out and put them in his pocket. New person huh? This is interesting... he thought. She seemed strong, very strong, but somewhat irritated at someone besides him.
He looked around and saw no one was looking at him now, which made him feel relaxed. He hated being at the center of attention, which in hindsight, probably made singing out loud (no matter how quietly) a bad idea. He brushed his hand through his hair again, with it going back to its usual, shaggy self. Was she really that annoyed with the foot tapping? he thought, Usually I'd think people would have a higher tolerance. Maybe she doesn't like music? Eh, I'll ask her after I apologize.
After coming up with a good plan, he looked around and then looked at her politely. Giving a small smile, he said, "Sorry about that. I'll try and be more considerate of you next time. I'm Masa Mokuteki. I just got here a week ago. Also, could you please get off my foot? It doesn't hurt, but it's slightly uncomfortable..."
He pointed down to his foot with a little smile, and waited for her to get her foot off.
|
|
Irene Dixon
Weapon
Demon Corseque
Wake me up. I'm living a nightmare.
Posts: 108
|
Post by Irene Dixon on Mar 25, 2014 21:08:59 GMT -5
Ignorance. noun 1. Lack of knowledge or information.
That’s the first thing that raced through Irene’s mind. This male was just absolutely ignorant. First he was singing aloud so that others would hear his voice when not even asked. Next, he started tapping his foot to only further the transfer of music. To keep it up, he completely ignored her existence as she approached. The only thing that caught his attention was physical pressure. It was like tearing an unconscious patient back into the world.
The quick second of reaction. Her foot connected with his, the realization would reach his mind, and habit would have him look up. Her gaze met his, blank as normal and expectant of an answer. Why? She really didn’t know. She should have kept moving on. Irene realized that now. Once she got him to stop tapping, she should have just kept walking. So why the hesitance? What was with all of her odd behavior lately? Thinking… only irritated her further.
As quickly as he looked up, his eyes left her once again. Her eyes narrowing very slightly, that was the only hint to confusion that may have crossed her expression. Though she was more curious and trying to figure out his switch of attention span, confusion would be a close guess if observing her. Why would he look away? What could possibly grab your attention in the park besides someone forcibly holding down a part of your body? The thought that a frisbee or ball might be hurling towards them crossed her mind, but only for a moment. He made no quick movement. What he was looking at was not a danger. If anything, the male seemed more at ease.
Odd. Very odd. His hands shifted off of the objects he was holding. Her gaze following the beggining of the movement, she noticed what lay in his hands. A small book? But in the pages was a drawing. Moons, cats, boots… He was all about the arts, wasn’t he? Shaking her head once, this was the only visual of either distaste or disagreement. While no scowl or other expression entered her face, the head shaking was enough for her. She wasn’t here to relay her thoughts to him.
Eyes back on his face, his hair was just settling from him running his hand through it. He still hadn’t spoken. Still hadn’t verbally recognized her. Heck, he wasn’t even really looking at her any more. What the hell was he doing?
Eye contact again. It seemed he had been thinking? Man must take after her… think a lot. That, or he was extremely slow and couldn’t think fast enough. Seemed the extremes were the only thing that made sense to her. A faint smile crossed the male’s lips, a gesture she did not return. Accompanying his somewhat friendly expression were words.
An apology.
Not what she expected. Granted, she appreciated it. The fact that she was sulking around the city and forcibly halting people from their own free will was not something she expected an apology from. This was the first time she realized she may have just been looking for someone to sock in the face.
Hesitating only a moment after he spoke, Irene moved her foot off of his. Shifting a step back, her hands remained in her jean pockets. Eyes still on him, but a small bit more distance between them, she studied him further. Her mind processing what he told her, and her expression… altering… somewhat. No smile, no real obvious expression. But a softness seemed to overtake her features. Not a hard sort of expressionless that locked people out… she just looked, a very small bit more approachable.
Finally, she spoke, only being preceded by a very slight nod. ”Irene Dixon.” Her name. That’s the first thing she replied to. For now, she thought it best to drop the aggressiveness against his music. He complied to her wishes without any fight. ”Lots of new kids recently. I’ve seen quite a few new faces. A more vague and useless comment. Useless to him, but true and interesting to her own mind. More people to learn about, more things to watch, more oddities to add to the equation of the crazy school.
”Your submissiveness may be a strength. Or may be a downfall.”
It almost sounded like parting words. She didn’t really need to express this outloud, she was already thinking about him. Just submitting to her request… how would that play out in this school? Instantly, she thought it a weakness. But… from what she had seen of people recently, he could fit very well if he found a suitable partner. Submissiveness sometimes balanced against other traits… Maybe he would find a place.
Remember how they almost sounded like parting words? Seemed like they actually were. Giving a bit of a nod again, she turned slightly as if she were going to continue walking. Unless the boy continued on trying to talk to her, it seemed as if she may dismiss herself. Her nature… was more inclined to speak with herself in her mind, not share with others.
|
|