Post by hanekoma on Feb 10, 2011 18:54:18 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"He who enjoys life wins at life!"[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"Sanae Hanekoma. Some folks call me Mr. H, if that‘s easier."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"Hahah! Well I‘m about thirty six, my birthday’s March third, I’m a Pisces, and I‘m from Shibuya, Tokyo. Never heard of it, huh? Figured."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"So long as you‘re a lady about my age, sure, why not? I‘m free this week."
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"Ah, well, fighting‘s not my thing. Safe to say I‘m exclusively magic, though."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"Kid, you should get a look at my artwork; you‘d love it."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"Gah, never got the hang of this system… uh… five foot… Five? Six? I‘m used to metric, sorry."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"Heh, thin as a bean pole. I‘ve got a little bit of muscle, sure, but it never sticks with me long. Just some proof that the gym doesn‘t always work."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"Well, see, I‘m a designer of all sorts of things. I get sponsored through this store called Gatito, and… huh? Never heard of it? … Sorry, forgot, different worlds. Oh well, guess I need a different carrier. Anyways, I design a lot of my own clothes; yep, this outfit here is one hundred percent hand made!"
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Well, I‘m told I look a lot like me."
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"Hahah! They do say cameras don‘t do you justice, eh?"
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"Well, I like coffee, music, staying in with the current tech and fashion, chatting with the teens around, and the word ‘Windfall‘… Oh, dislikes now? Hm… Hold on, let me think… I don‘t like the color burgundy, dogs always bite my ankles or my butt, and I‘m not too fond of those big wonky teeth things they have now. Just looks weird."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Well, I take my coffee black every morning and I‘m an A positive"
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"Well, let‘s see, I‘m a free spirit, I get along well with the kids, and I keep myself in the know with technology and fashion. I‘m an artist myself, so you could say I‘m quite a bit inspiring to be around (to toot my horn a little), and I‘m really well known as an artist in my home town as ‘CAT‘ (Don‘t tell anybody, it‘s supposed to be a secret). I run a coffee shop in Shibuya, ship my clothing and designs through Gatito, usually, and my favorite color is dark purple. Too much?"
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"Great to hear!"
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"Ooh, okay, I‘ll give it a shot. Try not to step on my toes, all right?"
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"Well, as I said before, I‘m from Shibuya. My folks passed away a couple years ago, though; too bad; would‘ve liked to introduce you."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"Yeah, you guys‘d probably get along. Don‘t have any other family to speak of; had a brother once, he left and I haven‘t heard of him since then, but that‘s about it. Thought about getting a cat once, but it tried to shred my arm when I went to pet it, so I decided to go with a fish instead. I call him Charlie."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"Biggest thing that happened to me was my sponsorship with Gatito and the day I opened my coffee shop. But those are kind of boring stories; wouldn‘t want to bug you with all those technical details. I had to make a chart myself; whole lot of paper signing. There‘s some other stuff, but I‘m afraid that‘s a secret; sorry, bud."
"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"Well, okay, if that‘s what you want."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. XIGBAR! Of course.
age. Seventeen in a couple of days
rp experience. Couple of years; can’t remember exactly /)_)
rules. Mr. Hanekoma probably won’t learn Thundaga
rp sample. Please see… ah, I’m just kidding, here you go.You could almost feel the creepiness seeping from the junk monolith that had sprung up in the center of town overnight. It wasn't just a heap; it looked like it had been arranged and placed there with a purpose... but just what that purpose was, it was impossible to tell. A figure in black stood atop a decomissioned car, another shade of gray displaced by the thin frame of the Reaper. A grin came to his face as he looked down at the crowd gathering, their outraged voices playing into his calculations just like the perfectly arranged junk heap. Wings concealed, black hand held out of sight, megaphone dangling from his wrist as he pushed the lip of his hat up.
"Heheh... look at all those miscalculated binomials," The young man said to himself, his grin fading. He growled, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. So zetta slow... How long does it take to figure out such an obvious riddle? Hmph... one of these monomeric hectopascals will notice me, and then the real fun begins. was his train of thought. Any second now, his quarry would come to investigate. In just about three point oh two five nine seconds. Just enough time for Sho Minamimoto's boots to impact on the ground in front of the junk monolith, sending a murmur through the gathering crowd.
"Hah... admiring my artwork, 000s? You all look so angry; could that anger be directed towards me?" Sho taunted, sending the crowd into something of an uproar, all of them yelling varied insults and demands to remove the junk pile... but he'd spotted his target. A woman with pink hair who definitely didn't fit in with these yoctagrams. Who better to taunt than one who would gain no notoriety for being beaten by the Reaper. Sho grinned, showing his slightly elongated canines and raising an eyebrow, as if questioning these imbeciles on their reaction...
