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Post by mei on Nov 6, 2011 20:47:37 GMT -5
At last classes were over for the day. Mei was overall exhausted from the school day. While she’d learned much, she still had more studying to do once she returned to the dorms. After that she’d need to tidy up the room and then get started on making dinner. She only hoped that Bang hadn’t devoured the contents of the fridge yet otherwise it would mean yet another trip to the store that she may not have time for. How that girl managed to eat so much in the course of one day was mind boggling to the young Chinese girl. It was almost as if Bang’s stomach was just a black hole that resided within her torso. The thought disturbed Mei and she made herself think of other things. The halls were busy as usual once class let out. Groups of friends huddled on either side of the hallways speaking of what their plans were for after school. A club was mentioned here, a movie there. Mei simply looked straight ahead and tried her hardest not to bump into anybody. She hunched her shoulders and tucked her chin in towards her chest in an attempt to make herself as small as possible. This was perhaps her least favorite part of the day, navigating the hallways. Mei could barely handle the presence of one person without being awkward, but the throngs of students bustling to and fro towards friends and partners made her feel slightly claustrophobic. Mei found herself pushing her glasses up further on the bridge of her nose. God forbid they should fall off and onto the ground. Not only would she likely never find them, but she’d be blind as a bat and unable to find her way out of the school, much less find her way home. She also doubted she would have the money to replace them either. It had taken a month and a half of saving up to buy the ones she wore currently, after all. Again, these thoughts were not helping her move any faster through the crowds. If anything, thinking was causing her to move slower and therefore be jostled a bit more than she had been. Picking her feet up, Mei tried to hurry. She would likely get back to the dorm before bang, but she wanted to make sure to beat her regardless. If Bang returned home before her she may eat whatever was left in the fridge and dinner would be impossible. Not to mention she may get into all sorts of trouble while she wasn’t there. Then again, she might also have detention for all Mei knew. Maybe she didn’t need to hurry quite so much. Having been distracted, the poor Chinese girl ran smack into someone upon rounding a corner. Turning beet red and bowing immediately, she stuttered even more than usual, ”I-I-I’m s-s-so s-sorry! I-I w-w-wasn’t l-l-looking w-where I-I w-w-was w-w-walking! Q-Qǐng yuánliàng wǒ’!”To stutter even through a line of her native tongue meant that the poor girl was terribly embarrassed. How shameful of her to run into someone, she only hoped they weren’t too offended.
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Post by tsuki3 on Nov 9, 2011 16:02:06 GMT -5
He always found conflicted about training methods.
His father was strict with the emphasis that when he did train, it was with another person, as they are unpredictable, a real fight where you couldn't always calculate the move you wanted to do, but go with instinct, it was more natural cause that was how a fight really went, one couldn't always plan out moves in the heat of battle, so, Yoshitsune found that he had enjoyed that part of his father's otherwise brutal training.
His mother on the other hand, contradicted that. She always said that he had to plan out his next movement, always keep a calm mind while doing so, and had him train on Muk Yan Jong, or wooden dummies, he always practiced his Ninjutsu on them as his mother hated the sight of Systema leaking into his in anyway or form. He wasn't sure even after all these years about the hate between his two parents, but they always made sure that he stuck to their training, it was like they were refusing to believe that either one existed.
It was hard for him as a child though, trying to learn two completely different styles of fighting, along with two different languages along side of his studies. As a result he never had a true childhood and he knew that, he couldn't play with other children. he couldn't celebrate holiday's, not even his own birthday, he was forced to grow up by the very people that were meant to guide him and teach him. He was just glad that his sister didn't fall into this like he did, she got to at least be a child, and never failed to grin up at him when he came back to Japan in the summer, nor when they had their one hour of playtime.
Wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants, his leg shot up, slamming into one of the extended wooden poles of the same kind of dummy that his mother would have set up, his arms and legs wrapped in tape to each of his respected joints, as his foot retreated from the strike, his followed right after, an open palm strike slamming against the opposite pole, that was parallel with the first initial one, his other free hand slammed into a lower one that was pelvis level. He fell into the easy routine, only stopping as the bell rang, signalling school was over for the day.
Covered in a light sheen of sweat he released a sigh, before walking over to the bench that had a water bottle and a towel. Picking up the white cloth he rubbed it against his face pausing slightly to just rest his face against it, before sliding it over his shoulders, then picking up the water bottle he took a small sip. Leaving the gym he began the task of walking down the halls, avoiding bumping into other students while ignoring the stares...
It like they've never seen someone train before....
Rounding a corner he was more then surprised when someone ran smack into him and then mentally cursed. If his mother found out that he had let his guard down, even in familiar terrain, she would've whipped his hide with a bamboo pole for it. Her stuttering apology however caught him off guard, as a result, making him blink a few times at her, “Its alright...” She spoke Chinese, so he was assuming she was from China, unfortunately he didn't know much Chinese, his mother didn't see it as much of an asset to teach him along side of his Japanese. “Are you alright?” He inquired, he knew he was rather much like a brick wall sometimes, but by how she was reacting she wasn't hurt just mostly embarrassed.
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Post by mei on Nov 9, 2011 19:49:05 GMT -5
Mei forced herself to calm down. Getting all flustered wouldn’t help in the slightest. Pushing her glasses further up on her nose, Mei dared to lift her head to see who she’d actually run into. Oh. Oh dear. What was it with her running into so many boys lately? This was so improper of her, her poor aunt’s sixth sense for breaks in tradition were likely giving her a heart attack right about now. Even worse was that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Mei turned the shade same shade of red as a tomato and returned her eyes to the floor. This was so improper! Bumping into someone was embarrassing enough, but running into them while they weren’t wearing a shirt? This was simply shameful!
At least this young man didn’t seem all that offended by the encounter which was good. It also seemed they weren’t obstructing the paths of too many people. The students simply walked around them. Mei’s shoulder was bumped every now and again by the more inconsiderate students, but she paid it no mind. She was rather preoccupied at the moment. Not looking at the shirtless boy was more of a chore than she had thought it would be. Mei did her best to focus only on her shoes. Where had that smudge come from? Hearing him speak once more, it seemed he was wondering if she herself was alright. If possible, Mei turned became even more nervous. She managed to make eye contact but only for a moment,
“Wǒ hěn hǎo, xièxiè.” ((I’m fine, thank you.))
…wait…
Oh no, she did it again! Of course her brain overloaded with embarrassment would immediately switch to the language it knew best, even if that did mean embarrassing Mei even more. She hadn’t thought it was possible to blush more than she was already, but as she stuttered to explain herself in English she could feel her face heating up,
“I-I a-a-apologize, I-I m-meant t-to say I-I’m f-f-fine, t-thank you f-for y-your c-c-concern!”
This was terrible. First she’d run into him without looking where she was going, then it turned out he was shirtless, and now she’d messed up her languages again. Mei didn’t think she had ever been this embarrassed in her entire life.
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Post by tsuki3 on Nov 23, 2011 15:31:56 GMT -5
She was a nervous little thing, he couldn't help but surmise and he raised a brow at the Chinese pouring from her mouth. Most likely as a comfort, he felt a small pang of regret that he couldn't speak back to her in her preferred language of choice. He actually felt a little worried as her face flushed so deeply in embarrassment as she stuttered out her apology, in English this time, though it mostly struck him as odd that she spoke to him, yet vigorously ignored any type of eye contact with.
The behaviour wasn't unusual to Yoshitsune, as his mother's servants in Japan did the same thing, avoiding eye contact out of ranking as servants making eye contact were considered rebellious. At least she wasn't repeatedly bowing like some he has seen, but she was a student, they were of equal footing, there was no reason for her to have her head lowered to him, unless... “Am I scary?” He inquired, tilting his head slightly mostly in puzzlement, was he intimidating that she was shying away from him for that reason?
“I apologize.” He said back with a slight bow to her, “I also apologize for not being able to talk to you in your native tongue, I will try to improve in my Chinese for future encounters.” He had no idea how he would learn Mandarin or Cantonese as it was, his mother was strictly Japanese, his father was more of teaching him the languages in Europe, which reminded him, he still had some German homework he had to finish then ship off to his father.
Perhaps he should buy her something? It was after school and he didn't have work, even though his parents protested at him getting a job, he went and got one anyway, if only to give him something in between his studies, it was a chef job for a cafe so there wasn't much human contact besides with the waiters. “I do not mean to come out as forward, but I would feel relieved if you allowed me the honor of buying you something to eat, along side of my apology.” He would offer to make her something, but that was more personal and he didn't want her taking it the wrong way.
He was new to this, he knew he looked scary but he didn't know how to convince people that no, he wasn't. He wish his sister was here with him though, she was the bright one compared to him, giggling, laughing, friendly, she'd know how to handle this situation as she was...more human. Yoshitsune would give anything to be more human and not this...weapon in a Meister's body.
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Post by mei on Dec 4, 2011 16:00:27 GMT -5
Mei must have looked even more uneasy than she had originally thought. At his inquiry as to whether he was scary, she instantly felt an enormous feeling of guilt. Oh dear, that wasn’t why she as acting in such a way at all. Mei wasn’t scared of him, oh goodness no. He’d given her no reason to be, she was simply embarrassed and highly nervous considering she was speaking with a boy. Granted there were others around but still, it was considered highly improper in her family to be speaking with a boy. Shaking her head vigorously, Mei urged him to think otherwise,
“N-No! Y-you are n-not scary, I-I promise, I-I a-a-am s-s-simply n-nervous. M-My E-English i-i-is not v-very g-good.”
At his apology, Mei felt even more out of place. Why should he feel bad about not being able to speak Chinese? It wasn’t his fault that he wasn’t educated in Mandarin, and Mei would never have expected him to be. Again, Mei shook her head but even added a small wave with her hand to show just how ridiculous he was being about the whole situation. She would never ask someone to learn Chinese simply for her sake or comfort, that was just downright selfish,
“I-It i-is alright, I-I w-would not e-expect you t-t-to know! I-It isn’t y-your fault, really i-it’s okay.”
She only hoped he heard her. Mei thought the young man seemed awfully formal compared to the rest of her classmates that she was familiar with. Perhaps he’d been raised to act in such a manner as she had been? It would be nice to know someone just as formal and traditional as she. It would certainly make things less awkward for her for a change. Or perhaps not. The proposition of him buying her food did come off as a bit straightforward, after all they had just met. However at his assurance that he didn’t mean to seem so forward and that it was merely as an apology, Mei genuinely had no clue how she was supposed to respond.
She knew what her aunt would have told her, she’d have told her to turn around and walk away. But Mei thought that would be rude, awkward as she was around boys in general. Still, if it made him feel less guilty about the whole situation she saw no issue with saying yes. Lifted her gaze so she actually looked him in the eye for the first extended moment since she’d run into him, she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and nodded,
“O-Okay.”
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