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Post by Zyppora on Nov 7, 2005 6:22:06 GMT -5
(( This RPG follows a storyline defined by me. You're welcome to join in though )) Kitakawa was walking down a fairly crowded street in downtown Tokyo. He had overheard a group of students at his school. Apparently, they agreed on visiting a place called the 'Crown' after school. Naturally, Kitakawa had to find out what this place was about. His hands were buried deep in the pockets of his jacket. He didn't find it all that trendy, but apparently it was in Japan. It was comfortable though, even though it wasn't all that cold yet. Same went for his baggy pants. He shrugged off the thoughts and continued looking for the Crown. And soon enough, he found it. It looked like an ordinary snackbar at first, just like he had seen so many in other countries of the world. But as soon as he stepped inside, he found out that it was quite a bit more refined than just a snackbar. Not much junk food could be found on the menus, and people actually came here to have a good time and socialise, rather than have a quick bite and leave again. What caught his attention was the majority of the visitors was around his age. It made him feel slightly less out-of-place, even for a foreigner. He decided to stick around a little longer and walked over to the bar, taking a seat where he could easily overlook the whole place. He ordered a milkshake and paid for it. The milkshake was about halfway gone when he put it down on the counter and started to look around. His eyes paused on almost every person in the store, both male and female. Ones he skipped were those that looked older.
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Post by Sailor Mercury on Nov 7, 2005 18:57:06 GMT -5
Illyria Black sighed from her place at one of the tables, sitting alone as per usual, despite the crowds of chattering youths around her. She wondered why she always came here, merely to sit and dine alone, while groups of friends gathered all around, ignoring her as they went about their social business. Then she looked down at her open sketch book and remembered her reasoning. Social outings weren’t her cup of tea, but they did provide the chance to locate “subjects” for her humorous little caricatures.
She flipped through the book, pausing at one drawing she found herself feeling particularly fond of. A dumpy little businessman in a suit that appeared much too big for him glared at her from the page. She smirked, recalling the instance well. He had seen the picture, and had confronted her angrily, stating his offence. Illyria had merely replied in true English form: “But sir, surely having your portrait done by a well accomplished artist is a form of flattery?” The businessman hadn’t been well pleased by this remark, and had stormed off as fast as his little legs could carry him, much to Illyria’s amusement.
Her smirk broadened as she cast a glance around the immediate area, her eyes falling on a young man by the bar who seemed to have the same idea of scanning the present company. She arched her eyebrow then looked back at her book, and turned to a new page. She picked up her pencil and, with casual sidelong glances, began to sketch up a picture of the young man.
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Post by Zyppora on Nov 9, 2005 3:20:08 GMT -5
Kitakawa noticed the sketching girl, but paid little more attention to her than he would any other individual. It was only on the second time he laid his eyes on her that he noticed she was actually drawing him, and not the general setting, as he assumed earlier. 'Why would she want to make a picture me?' He wondered briefly. He turned to grab his milkshake and took a rather large sip. He wasn't exactly fond of the feeling, but it tasted great. It was definately variation on what he used to drink at home. Then again, everything up here was variation.
He put down the milkshake, but kept his hand on it, for some reason being quite aware of the fact that there were eyes on him. He tried to discretely look at the sketching girl from the corner of his eye, pretending to look at something outside. Like traffic or something. He decided to wait until she was done, before confronting her about it. He briefly considered actually buying the sketch, if it was good, but quickly discarded the thought.
He tried not to think about being watched. He found it rather uncomfortable. How hypocritic of him. He almost snorted out loud, but kept control. He'd been watching people for several months now. He shouldn't be surprised to be watched in return for a change. He looked outside, focusing on the weather. The sun was shining. He guessed about 25 centigrade. 'Not enough to vaporise.' Was a thought that flashed through his mind. 'Not by far. Climate's perfect. I guess there's no environmental problems.'
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Post by Sailor Mercury on Nov 9, 2005 4:05:42 GMT -5
Illyria noticed the young man casting covert glances in her direction and smirked. So he was aware of what she was doing, it seemed. She looked down at her sketch, pursing her lips as she added a touch of shading to it. As opposed to her usual caricatures, this was slightly more detailed, more of an “action portrait”, of sorts. She wondered where the inspiration to draw it in this style had come from, quickly looking up at the young man again. Aah. That was it. He looked so serious, despite his ordinary attire and milkshake glass. A caricature just wouldn’t have suited him.
Illyria flicked a strand of green streaked hair out of her eyes as she added a smudging effect to her drawing, wondering if she should add any more to it, but deciding not to. It seemed fine as it was, a grey and white completed work. She closed the book and leant forward, resting her chin on her hand for a moment, staring into space as she pondered her next move. The voices of the people around her seemed to increase in volume slightly, which irked her somewhat. She stood up and picked up her book, then started to make her way to the door. A quiet park was what she needed…
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Post by Zyppora on Nov 9, 2005 4:23:58 GMT -5
As if out of the blue, Kitakawa stood before the girl. The expression on his face was neutral, not angry or happy. It didn't reveal anything either though. He stared at her for just a moment, taking her in. He was hoping on reading the girl, wondering how she would react. He wasn't sure if she had known that he was aware of her, but he guessed his chances and figured that she had. He then cast his eyes down to the sketchbook pointedly, before looking back up at the girl.
"You were making a drawing of me, weren't you?" His voice wasn't accusing at all, more leaning towards amusement than anything else. In fact, he did find it amusing that someone would find inspiration in him. He was just sitting there, drinking a milkshake. Nothing inspirational about it, from the way he saw it. The question was more of a request for confirmation than an actual question.
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Post by Sailor Mercury on Nov 9, 2005 4:52:34 GMT -5
Illyria stared at him, wondering how he had managed to block her path so quickly. “Oh… me? Doing a drawing of you?” she smirked slightly. “Whatever would give you an idea like that?” she hugged her sketch book closer to her chest in something of a protective manner.
This encounter was giving her a better chance to size him up, at any rate, as she arched her eyebrow and looked him up and down, ending her focus on his dark blue hair. How odd… Then again, she had green streaks running through her own, naturally black hair. She figured he must have broken into “big sister’s hair dyes”, the bizarre thought causing her smirk to broaden.
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Post by Zyppora on Nov 9, 2005 6:02:24 GMT -5
Kitakawa couldn't help but let a modest smile play on his own lips. 'State of denial.' He thought to himself. 'She knows she's been caught.' He wasn't about to let her get off the hook that easily though. He swiftly yanked his head a bit sideways, allowing the motion to throw a lock of his naturally blue hair out of his face. He hadn't failed to notice how she clung to the sketchbook. 'Protecting the evidence.'
"I noticed you stealing glances at me every so often, as well as scribbling in that sketchbook of yours with what seemed zealous interest." Came his answer. To accentuate which sketchbook he was talking about, an arm was raised and a finger stretched, pointing at the sketchbook she was holding in a polite manner. After making sure she knew just which sketchbook he was talking about, he dropped his arm again, leaving it next to his body. His smile never seemed to wither.
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Post by Sailor Mercury on Nov 9, 2005 7:10:32 GMT -5
Illyria continued to smirk at him. “How observant of you, well done,” she replied coolly, releasing her grip on the sketch book as she flipped it open to the page in question. She held it out for him to see. “You can be honest, I don’t mind,”
She watched him as he studied the drawing, wondering what his response would be to seeing it up close. In truth she wasn’t fussed what other people thought of her work. She did it for fun rather than anything else. Of course to have people acknowledge what she had done was a nice feeling in itself, even if they expressed negative feedback or opinions. Those were of course the ones that provided the most amusement, after all.
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Post by Zyppora on Nov 9, 2005 8:11:12 GMT -5
Kitakawa looked at the sketch with a criticizing eye. Though all grey, it looked pretty realistic to him. He looked both at the general drawing and the details she'd used. He took his time evaluating the portrait, before looking back up at the artist. His smile came back, this time a little easier than before. He wasn't sure what to think of it. He was never that good in arts, especially drawings and paintings. They simply weren't his style.
"You seemed quite inspired by me. Why?" He then asked. 'Surely, she could have picked a dozen others over me. And I was even trying to blend in.' He thought to himself. He raised his arm to hold up the milkshake to his mouth and sipped it, his eyes never leaving her. The cool, tasty liquid teased his tounge and throat. He found it hardly as pleasant as being able to socialise with the girl standing right in front of him, without having to be on his toes all the time. 'Times of peace are bliss.' He thought.
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Post by Sailor Mercury on Nov 9, 2005 9:38:32 GMT -5
Illyria shrugged. “Meh, I dunno… I just glanced up and saw you looking around at everyone else, like you were observing them,” she pulled the sketch book back towards her and looked at it for a moment. “I’ve done more drawings… do you want to look at them? They’re mostly caricatures, like funny cartoons of people I’ve seen around the place…”
Why she had said this, she wasn’t sure. And back to his original question, of why she had chosen him to draw, she also couldn’t truly fathom an answer to. There had just been a hint of mystery about him she had found intriguing.
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Post by Zyppora on Nov 9, 2005 10:08:39 GMT -5
Kitakawa emptied the glass that once held his milkshake, gulping down the last bit with ease. He reached to the side and put the glass on a table at which currently no customers sat. He then looked outside again. "Weren't you headed somewhere? I must have obstructed you in your way." He then said, not looking at her anymore. He didn't feel like looking at funny cartoons of people, but he didn't feel like being rude. Though he wasn't from around here, he knew what manners were. He was raised that way.
This was exactly the reason why he never directly answered questions. It gave him some leeway at later moments. Direct answers usually bound one to those answers, and flexibility was one of Kitakawa's most prized qualities. If possible, he would evade any question with sometimes cryptic answers, or questions of his own. Knowledge is power, after all. That's why he was here.
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Post by Princess Ami on Nov 9, 2005 10:13:51 GMT -5
Walking along a sidewalk, passing by the people of the city who seemed to ignore her, Sephanie looked straight ahead paying no attention to them in return. She walked between the people who walked slow, acting like they had all the time in the world to go somewhere, and didn't care if they made someone else late as well. As she made her way through the people, she moved silently and made no contact with anyone. Sephanie stopped at a crosswalk with the people crowding around her even more by the second.
Her long coat hung loosely around her body, almost hiding her black pants and black with red trim shirt. The wind wasn't blowing much so her shoulder-length black hair stayed in place, the blue tips standing out against her coat. Sephanie looked at the shorter man that stood in front of her, her dark blue eyes placing what he did from the way he held himself, and the way that he wore his clothes. 'An accountant.' she thought to herself seeing a small black briefcase in his hand.
Upon hearing the ding of the crosswalk, Sephanie looked up at the sign. The red dots making out the symbol for walk, not waiting for everyone to move, she slipped through the people and made her way across the cross walk. Her boots heels hit the cement with an even stride, but the sound was covered by people walking, talking and their cars. She finally reached the place that was her destination, the Crown.
Her hand grasping the door handle, Sephanie pulled on the door, opening it. She stepped inside, and saw Illyria and Kitakawa, but yet again paid no attention to them or anyone else in there. Walking past them she went to the bar, and sat down. "Just a water." she said to a person behind the bar. She paid for a bottle of water, and took it from the person. Sephanie twisted the cap off the bottle, as sweat from the bottle sweated onto her hand. She let the cool thin liquid run down her throat, quinching her thirst.
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Post by Sailor Mercury on Nov 9, 2005 20:20:25 GMT -5
Illyria glanced up as the girl strode past them, then turned her attention back to the young man. “Oh, right… yeah, I was,” she replied, her smirk becoming nothing more than a memory as she closed her book and tucked it under her arm. “Well… See ya…”
She moved towards the door and pushed it open, stepping outside. She looked around for a moment, thinking about where to go from here. She could have gone straight home, back to her little flat, but it would have been empty, as it usually was. She looked down at her watch and sighed. “Damn I hate being bored,” she murmured to herself, as she started walking down the footpath, ignoring everyone as she passed them.
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Post by Zyppora on Nov 11, 2005 2:40:42 GMT -5
Kitakawa also hadn't failed to notice the girl that just past by them. Though his eyes remained on the girl in front of him, he followed the new one from the corner of his eyes. The new girl somehow reminded him of old times. As if she stepped right out of a battlefield and into the Crown. He wondered if it were her choice of clothes. Or perhaps her behaviour. He found it oddly surprising that she ordered water, especially because of his affinity with the liquid, but quickly discarded the feeling. He returned his focus to the girl he'd been talking to, noticing that she was about to leave.
"Yes, I hope to see you around as well." He replied. He felt a little awkward upon replying like that. He had learned that 'See ya' was more of a custom than an actual greeting. Short messages should be replied with short messages. However, such a custom was not what he was taught. He followed the girl with his eyes, until she was out of sight. He wondered if it was indeed a mistake. He liked people that found him inspiring, after all. Perhaps he would see the girl again. He smiled modestly, before going back to his seat on the bar, and ordering another milkshake.
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Post by Princess Ami on Nov 11, 2005 9:47:34 GMT -5
Sephanie's senses heightened, noticing how many people were in the snack bar, the smells of each person. Yet she felt something more from one person, she turned on the stool that she was now sitting on. Her eyes fell upon Kitakawa drinking his milkshake. 'Not many guys will order a milkshake.' she thought to herself as she completed the 360 on her stool. Looking at the shelf behind the bar, Sephanie began to think of what she needed to do for the day. All that came to her mind was going to her job later.
A thought occured to her that maybe she could call in sick, instead. But she needed to money so she would suffer through another night of welding, and working on engines. She set her water bottle down on the bar, and looked at her sweat covered hand. Sephanie wiped the sweat from the bottle onto her pants, and rubbed her hands together. She looked down at her hands, they were alot softer than the other mechanics she worked with. Not to mention the other female that she worked with was jealous, because of that. Shaking her head some she looked up and caught a glimpse of Kitakawa still with his milkshake as she picked up her bottle of water once again.
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