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Post by Lorenze Sei on Sept 16, 2011 20:29:03 GMT -5
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❝OR IS IT ALL MY FAULT & CAN I FIX IT PLEASE?❞[/style]
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He patted his wallet, it was lighter then before because of that girl but it was the guy who treated the girl not the other way around. She had helped him, and he had helped her, he wondered if they would become friends because of that. It was one of those points where the boy couldn't help but cheer up a little bit. He was out here in the open air, not held back by anything. Not at home, worrying about anything, it made him feel as if he had just done the best thing in the world. But he was keeping his cool, and calm like appearance. Not like it would help if he went a bit hyper and out of it here.
No one was around though, so he just took his time scribbling on things, and waiting for someone or something. It was bound to happen eventually, as long as he didn't react about something and run off, like he had wanted to do at school. "Hm..." He was looking around, for something more to draw, maybe he could show it to his parents when he saw them again. Would they like it, he didn't know he wasn't really going to care if they did. The breeze kicked up and he tightened his jacket around him holding tightly to the sketchbook.
He thought he heard someone behind him, but he didn't think of turning around yet. Maybe it was someone he knew from school, all he did was peek out of the corner of his eye. The one that wasn't covered up by his hair. 'Whose there...?' He wanted to say, but his voice didn't seem to want to speak, he would just wait, and turn around to see who might have been behind him.
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Post by Haruno Haruka on Sept 16, 2011 21:44:11 GMT -5
| [atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=style,padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px;] [style=opacity: 0.8; background-color: #F0F0F0; width: 360px; font-family: Century Schoolbook; font-size: 11px; color: #333333; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; background-image: ;]Mizaoi Marina. Coming here was always a treat for Haruka. Her small leather loafers tapped gently against those creaky wooden planks as she walked along of the old dock that had probably been more used to waterlogged fishing boots than a young girl's school shoe fit with tassels and free of scuff marks. A gentle salt-tinged breeze swept through the modest marina carrying with it Haruka's worries of the past week. The fresh March air was a welcome retreat from the stuffy classrooms and cramped halls she was forced to occupy during school hours.
She breathed in deeply. Relaxed. It was surprising how little time she had between school and her job at the family restaurant. Luckily her grandmother was waiting tables and helping Haruka's father around their fine establishment. A bead a of sweat rolled down the side of her face as she pictured the simmering pots of miso broth and baskets of ramen waiting to be boiled "Saved." she said with an exasperated sigh of relief.
Haruka had a tendency to get lost in her thoughts. Oftentimes getting her into some rather awkward situations. Always painting a picture over reality Haruka was easily entertained. To her, the lonely dock wasn't so lonely. Full of life. Fishermen walking back with the catch of the day. Giant squid flailing in the distant waters. Muscles and other bivalves fighting over microscopic shrimp. She could have sworn the sun was drawn with yellow and orange crayon. But what was that? In front of the sun. Right there. A boy. In Shigayomi High School uniform no less.
Onwards! On the right fingertips playfully danced along the hem of her skirt. On the left her bag, held loosely within her grasp, swayed with each step. The boy was busily scratching away at the the paper with his pencil, doodling from the look of it. That salty sea air blew harder, cooler than before. Winter was still of the heels of Spring, she should have known to bring a jacket with her. Oh? Close behind him Haruka tipped toed to get a better vantage point, eyeing the open page of his sketchbook with her lips pursed in curiosity...
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Post by Lorenze Sei on Sept 16, 2011 22:43:12 GMT -5
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❝OR IS IT ALL MY FAULT & CAN I FIX IT PLEASE?❞[/style]
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This was one of the many places he spent his time to draw, and just find something to do. That would keep him from his house, which was one place he never ever wanted to be again, after all that had happened there. No more time in those annoying school halls, or with those other people. Most of them just irritated him, he was probably already busted for ditching his teacher. That was just the way it had been, for as long as he could think. "Well this drawing looks alright...but it's missing something..." He knew that it was probably something friend or person related, most of the time it was, he would probably think of it right when he went home.
He felt someone behind him, well more of a shiver ran up his spine. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, and jumped a little bit, trying not to fall over. He wasn't drawing at the time so he hadn't ruined it or anything. That was good, he would just finish the drawing of the scene off of the dock. He loved the sun, it was fun to at least sit here and just wait for the stars. They looked nice against the water as well, not many shared his beliefs though. "Oh um hello!" He hadn't seen her at school, but most of the time he was drawing, or just looking at the ground, he didn't spend very much time actually looking up.
That girl he was with made him look up enough, mostly by force. Here though he was doing it of his own free will, and she looked pretty. The school uniform suited her. It might have seemed to be just a bit awkward for all of them, if he hadn't talked anyway. He didn't wish to be that closed off when he wasn't at school. He noticed she seemed cold, he could give her his jacket that was the right thing to do.
He wondered if she had seen his drawing, most of the time he didn't like people seeing it because he thought he wasn't any good. Just how he had been raised, to always make everyone else feel better, and hate his own work. 'She doesn't seem that bad...just keep focused Sei...'
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Post by Haruno Haruka on Sept 29, 2011 22:46:16 GMT -5
| [atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=style,padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px;] [style=opacity: 0.8; background-color: #F0F0F0; width: 360px; font-family: Century Schoolbook; font-size: 11px; color: #333333; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; background-image: ;] His sketchbook was like a mirror. Its rough page seemed to perfectly reflect the scene before the two of them in scratchy graphite marks. Haruka's eyes widened in amazement, her blue hues almost matching the deep blue of the ocean. The setting sun in the horizon was given special attention. Its shine was almost perfectly translated on his page. His marks were short but thoughtful. That much she could tell.
"Wow..." she let out, lost in the boy's sketch. If only she had that kind of talent. She sighed wishing she could trade those years of koto classes for something a little more enjoyable. Sure, she was a competent cook and decent seamstress but they didn’t seem nearly as creative as this. Haruka lacked coordination. Pencils weren’t her thing. She could barely keep her pencil constrained to the small circle given on the answer sheet on some tests. Similarly, sewing was an issue for her poor tender fingertips. She had recently adopted knitting since it wasn’t as painful. Those big knitting needles were a lot kinder to her. Reminiscing Haruka rubbed her right index and thumb together trying to remember exactly how many times she had pricked herself.
He greeted her with a hesitant hello snapping Haruka our of her thoughts. "Ah! Oh! Hello!" she smiled and brushed a few strands behind her left ear. It seemed to be her natural response to most situations. Perhaps it was her subconscious trying to add some feminine charm to her otherwise naive character. Her hand lowered, outlining her shape as it descended to grip the handle of her bag behind her back again.
It may have been a bit rude to approach him as she did, sneaking up behind him to peek at what he was doing "That’s really pretty! It looks so good!" was her attempt to redeem herself. Her eyes shifted from the horizon to the boy’s drawing pad a few times, still impressed with his skills to capture life on paper.
She flashed another smile and daintily pointed to his right side "Mind if I sit?"
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Post by Lorenze Sei on Oct 4, 2011 12:21:37 GMT -5
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❝OR IS IT ALL MY FAULT & CAN I FIX IT PLEASE?❞[/style]
[style=width: 340px; height: 350px; overflow: auto; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 2px; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 11.5px; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 3px; color: #666666;]She seemed to keep talking, that wasn't bad, girls had pretty voices and it was nice to hear them talk. Specially if they were talking to him, and not bad about him, he hadn't made many friends, nor talked to many girls in his time. So this was a new thing for him, and yet she didn't seem to complain nor mind him being cold and slightly quiet. Well he wasn't exactly being cold, nervous was more the word for it, if there was any word at all. He wondered what skills she had, what did she like to do, was it complicated to learn. Many questions went through his head, but he would probably never get the courage to actually ask them. Not to her, and probably not even to anyone else, he just wasn't that type of kid and never ever had been for as long as he could remember. He was trying to fix the drawing, it looked pretty close to what he wanted, but that thing was still missing. That part that would make the image feel less empty. Maybe it was a person, something he didn't know. He just had to figure it out.
The girl seemed to be spacing, like her thoughts were keeping her from focusing on this, maybe that was a good thing. Spacing was never really deemed a bad thing, it just gave one more time to think of how to say things, and what exactly to do or say in certain situations. He smiled at her, though it was small and he still seemed nervous. Which of course he was, there was no reason for him not to be he could do many things wrong here and make her his enemy. Rather then some nice person he had found or seen before. "Thank you...don't usually show people. But it's nice to know someone likes it." He wasn't sure what to think, she had gotten a peek at his sketchbook, but he would let it pass. She wasn't laughing at him, no she said it looked alright. Maybe not perfect, but nothing in life was ever perfect, it took practice to get to a higher level.
"Oh no I don't mind at all." He was doing the best he could, and she hadn't complained or said he was making a mistake yet so that was good. He scribbled on the page again, trying to draw it again fix some of his mistakes. "you must have some sort of hobbies?"He peeked up at her from his drawing, he wanted to know what she did. It was just a way of asking questions and getting to know others that were around him.
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Post by Haruno Haruka on Oct 10, 2011 12:18:33 GMT -5
| [atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=style,padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px;] [style=opacity: 0.8; background-color: #F0F0F0; width: 360px; font-family: Century Schoolbook; font-size: 11px; color: #333333; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; background-image: ;] Another cool breeze swept over the worn wooden boards of the dock, the salty seawater below lapping up against the tall posts that supported its mass. The boy's hesitance was surprising considering the relaxing atmosphere, even the seemingly aloof Haruka could point this out. "Thank you...don't usually show people. But it's nice to know someone likes it." she found his response a little odd; she was always eager to share her latest kitchen concoctions with others so she couldn't share his sentiment.
The feeling of sharing things you've made with your own hands, whether it be a drawing, a meal, or music is really something to enjoy. Even if those things don't turn out so great; as Haruka can attest to as she recalled forcing her father to down a bowl of ice cream ramen a few weeks ago. Ice cream. Ramen. They're both great. What's not to love?
With knees bent Haruka squatted low next to the young artist, still fiddling with his drawing scratching on the surface of the paper with the dull graphite. She sneaked a longer peek from the corner of her eye again in the hopes of avoiding any attention has she attempted to sit on the edge of the dock with out drowning. Her blue hues moved to the water, staring at it as though they were bitter rivals. You see, Haruka's clumsiness often reared its ugly head during times like these so it was of the utmost importance that she carefully think out of she was not going to fall. In a single swift motion she plopped down beside her schoolmate, her feet hanging over the edge of the wooden dock.
A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she positioned her schoolbag behind her to keep it safe from a potential watery grave "you must have some sort of hobbies?" the boy chimed in as he took a moment to look away from his drawing. "Oh me? Hmm." she held a single digit to her lip and thought for a moment. "I have a few!" she held out her free hand with fingers spread apart suspending it over the edge of the water "Cooking." she held down her pinky with her index finger "Sewing & knitting" moved on to her ring finger "And koto, I suppose..." she ended at her middle finger. "Koto isn't really interesting to me. My father wanted me to learn. I think I've been playing for 7 years now?" her voice trailed off into a question tone and she continued "I feel like a some 17th century courtesan when I play it, ya know?"
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Post by Lorenze Sei on Oct 13, 2011 9:58:06 GMT -5
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❝OR IS IT ALL MY FAULT & CAN I FIX IT PLEASE?❞[/style]
[style=width: 340px; height: 350px; overflow: auto; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 2px; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 11.5px; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 3px; color: #666666;]Sei knew that making friends was never easy, but it wasn't like talking to her was hard or anything. He was just a little odd, and probably would scare her away at some point. That was one of his thoughts that kept running through his mind and he immediately wished he hadn't thought of that. This girl was probably one of those more open people, who didn't have the fear of opening up. Or she was just more used to doing it, he didn't think of it. No he just would let it go for now, and see where it got him.'hm...this is going okay....I guess...'The kid didn't want to act like he was making some sort of mistake, or would he say anything else. She was a curious girl, well to him he wanted to learn more. Whether it was just about her, or how to open up more, he didn't trust most, but she was already building up his trust. Even if it had only been a few minutes.
Not that he'd tell anyone that if they asked, he had a feeling if he did it would end badly for him. More then he wanted to think about, but it was a start. He just had to keep telling himself that. Keeping an eye one her as she sat down, not to stare maybe it was him being overly cautious. This place was dangerous to fall into, and it wouldn't be right if he stood there and watched if it happened. "Koto...? so one of those parents wanted you to learn...ah understandable..." He wasn't being rude to her parents, he just knew it was boring sometimes to do things parents wanted to. Or well just in general, and she shouldn't have to if she didn't like it.
But the kid couldn't understand her life, nor would he after all it wasn't like he'd meet her family anytime soon. It was probably way better if he didn't, wouldn't make things easier on her. "You must be really good at cooking then~" He was in a sense praising her, and stating a point maybe. One of the two, he wondered what her food was like, maybe he should ask to try some. But that would probably be awkward.
The kid shifted, holding onto the sketchbook thing he had, he wouldn't let it fall, nor would he fall on his own. He was just being overly careful up here.
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Post by Haruno Haruka on Oct 14, 2011 15:58:48 GMT -5
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"i know my way around the kitchen!" haruka's slim fingers inched to her knees like small caterpillars "i work at our family's restaurant, harumen. do you know it?" the occasional advertisement wasn't so bad. the restaurant had plenty of business. after all, the food was quite good and it was a change from the usual fare offered in the small town. hokkaido was a far ways off and not many restaurants offered a menu featuring food only from the region in the area. ggrrrgl her stomach growled. she was getting hungry just thinking about it.
Haruka laughed aloud, tapping on her bare knees. "I'm Haruno Haruka by the way." hopefully her rather late introduction would save her from the embarrassment of that roaring stomach of hers. "Sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier!" promptly she lifted her hand from her knee and offered to her young conversation partner.
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Post by Lorenze Sei on Oct 14, 2011 16:26:43 GMT -5
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The kid tilted his head to one side again, she was confused almost like she was shoving the compliment away. It was a good thing that he had said that right, so why was she doing that. Did it make her nervous, that could explain the look on her face. He had done a good thing, and yet might have just made her nervous without actually meaning to. He was not truly sure how good of a thing that might have been. Sei leaned back and looked up, his eyes wouldn't trail to her hands, though she seemed to be doing something with her skirt. Just by the one glimpse he got, he didn't need to be a perv or actually seem like he was watching her. That would probably just make her worse, and he didn't think that was such a good idea.
He wanted to keep her happy, and have her stick around not make her nervous and have her run away. He had passed the place on a few occasions but never actually gone in there. He was not good around other people, so he did his best to avoid places like that. "I've seen it...never actually gone in there." He didn't want to say why he hadn't, he would just play it off as he never had the time to do so. He was always so busy, and trying way to hard. He heard her stomach and just kinda looked at her, not sure what to do or say.
"Oh um it's okay!"He looked to her hand, and thought about reaching out to actually shake her hand or whatever. But for a second he thought better of it, he had to be careful. 'Oh stop being a chicken...'Sei took the hand that she held out to him, and nodded at her. She was understanding, had he given her his name before not that he was aware of. "Um....I don't think I gave my name either... It's Sei...." that's all he said, he might have already given his name he couldn't remember.
(short post, my next post after yours can probably end this or something~)
Notes:Thoughts, "Speech
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Post by Haruno Haruka on Oct 14, 2011 17:25:28 GMT -5
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Her lips pursed inquisitively as the boy gazed at her outstretched hand floating between the two of them. She could almost see the gears spinning in his head, debating what the best course of action would be. They really couldn't be anymore different. Apprehensive and what Haruka could only describe as meek was what he gave off. He had little confidence and didn't seem to take compliments very well, something Haruka found herself doing for some reason a few moments ago when he addressed her cooking. Although, hers may have been more an act of modesty. Haruka honestly never really thought about half the things she does and she certainty never dwelled on anything, something that was obviously very different from the boy to her left.
He took her hand and introduced himself, omitting his last name. Sei. It suited him nicely, although it was little odd as she only ever seen it used as a family name. It didn't command much attention, nor did it seem too humble of a name. She nodded in thought for a moment, still holding his hand. "Hm. That's a good name." Haruka said aloud; softly shaking his hand using her entire arm in the gesture. With hands still interlocked she rose from her place on the dock. "Sei-san." She addressed him in a humorously polite manner bowing at a slight angle and tightening her grip around his hand "Would you like to accompany me to Harumen for dinner? My treat!" it was less of a formal invitation and more of a friendly 'let's eat!!'.
She leaned over to grab her school bag bursting at the seems with crumpled sheets of paper and pulled on Sei's arm "C'mon!!" she offered her a warm smile and took a few steps back, reaching for his forearm with her other hand now that her bag was safely slung over her shoulder "C'mon! C'mon! C'mon! It's getting late~!"
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notes:Social Link! GO!!
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