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Post by Takumi Saito on Apr 3, 2012 21:05:49 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,bTable][atrb=width,450px,bTable][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,background: #000;] TAGS: Sophie. NOTES: It's not good. | [atrb=valign,top] ▲ I SHOULD KNOW WHO I AM BY NOW I WALK THE RECORD STANDS SOMEHOW THINKING OF WINTER YOUR NAME IS THE SPLINTER INSIDE ME WHILE I WAIT AND I REMEMBER THE SOUND OF YOUR NOVEMBER DOWNTOWN AND I REMEMBER THE TRUTH▲
[style=overflow: auto; height: 175px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; padding: 0 10; margin-top: -17px;]The silence of a weekday morning was broken as a scrawny, taller than average height middle schooler sprinted down the street clutching a polished but bent golf club and covering his face from the cold morning mist as he went. His name was Takumi Saito and he was late for school. He had dropped like a sack of potatoes the previous night from the recoil of his massive adrenaline rush without even finding time to change out of his school clothes. Worse yet, due to him oversleeping, he could not even change into his secondary uniform. All he could do was reverse his sweater vest to hide the blood stains. He smelled vaguely of watermelon fabric spray, misting it onto himself to mask the rarely pleasant aroma of wearing the same set of clothes two days in a row.
At last he reached the gates of Namimori Middle School. Struggling for air, he put his back against the stone pillar at the right of the gate and found himself slowly sliding down to a sitting position. He allowed his mind to wander to take it off the monster in his stomache demanding food, and the monster in his throat demanding water.
Can I do it? Making a vigilante group isn't very difficult. There's no paperwork because we operate on the fringes of the law, Takumi thought to himself, The only problem is I need Guardians and I can't think of anyone. Everyone is your friend when they need a couch moved or equipment hauled. Do I have any friends? |
[/i] He was already late. Wasting anymore time brainstorming would defeat the purpose of running to school. Sticking the handle of the golf club into one of the cracks in the pavement that littered the sidewalk, he pulled up on the club and launched himself to his feet. His left hand grasped the head of the club and used it rather like a cane, while his right hand attempted to get rid of the tangled windswept mess of a hairdo, diving through his hair multiple times like a fighter jet doing bombing runs. Finally at school, he breathed a sigh of relief as he strode past the gate, up the steps and tried to keep his mind off the impossible task that lay before him. Maybe they'll come to me...[/i] he thought, or perhaps wished, as he grasped the handle of the door to the main hall and carefully and noiselessly pried it open. [/div][/style] TEMPLATE BY CIPHER [/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
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Post by Sophitia Windermere on Apr 4, 2012 18:14:25 GMT -5
[newclass=body]overflow: auto; width: 345px; height: 200px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; padding: 0 5 0 0; margin-top: -20px;[/newclass][newclass=precop]width: 350px; color: #000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; border-top: 1px solid #000; border-bottom: 3px solid #000; margin: 5 0 1 0;[/newclass][newclass=cop]width: 350px; color: #000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; border-top: 1px dashed #000; padding: 1 0 0 0; margin: 2 0 0 0;[/newclass] [classy=body] Today would mark her first day at Namimori Middle. After some time, Sophie's parents settled on moving from their home country to a place where they could start anew. Being passive as she was, she didn't mind the change, even if she would be transferring when school was already a few weeks in. She didn't have many friends back "home" to begin with. Sophie woke up extra early this morning so she could get ready without rushing, but her mother decided to mess her entire morning schedule up, all over one thing. The school required a school uniform, something that needed, as her mom put it, ironing. Knowing her, it would take more than the five minutes she claimed it took for her to iron clothes, considering the poor woman had a need for perfection. That meant ironing out every single wrinkle. Now Sophie was late, forced to dash all the way to school with only five minutes to spare. Slowing down her pace as she reached the front gates, she composed herself when she caught the stares from other students. Hopefully, it was either because she was out of breath, or because she was a new face... Brushing the first impression off, Sophie treaded forward, hoping the building she was about to enter was the main building. She hurried her steps as she saw a boy pull the door open, unable to keep the promise that she would not, under any circumstance, speak unless spoken to. "Wait!"[/classy][classy=precop]» TAGS: TAKUMI» NOTES: NOT HALF BAD SINCE IT'S BEEN A WHILE. [/classy][classy=cop] SIMPLE TEMPLATE BY CIPHER [/classy] |
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Post by Takumi Saito on Apr 5, 2012 0:31:45 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,bTable][atrb=width,450px,bTable][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,background: #000;]TAGS:Sophitia NOTES:I didn't want to post the part in Japanese but it was the best way to get the point across. | [atrb=valign,top] ▲ I SHOULD KNOW WHO I AM BY NOW I WALK THE RECORD STANDS SOMEHOW THINKING OF WINTER YOUR NAME IS THE SPLINTER INSIDE ME WHILE I WAIT AND I REMEMBER THE SOUND OF YOUR NOVEMBER DOWNTOWN AND I REMEMBER THE TRUTH▲
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[/i] Takumi thought to himself, walking through the double doors into school. Still curious as to whether or not the phantom voice had addressed him, he quickly jerked his head around to find a girl fast walking towards him. His eyes widened with the sudden realization. It was for him. She was asking to hold the door open. The self closing mechanism on the door had almost completed its task when he swung it open again to hold it for the girl. This was the first time he could get a good look at her. She did not look like she was from Japan. This didn't surprise Takumi, though, as Namimori Middle had an exchange student with white hair. He assumed she was his sister or something of the sort. What intreagued him the most was her eyepatch. What sort of accident was she in? What could have happened? He quickly averted his gaze so as to not look like he was staring. As she got closer he noticed her uniform was in the polar opposite state of his. It looked like tidiness was a matter of life and death for this girl. He was sure she was new. He knew practically everyone in this school because they had all at one point taken advantage of his inability to refuse requests, and he was sure that he would have remembered someone like her if he had seen them before. While he was stuck there opening the door he thought it best to say something to the girl, after all he loathed these interactions with other people where all that is said is a "thank you" and a "you're welcome". "あなたはここに新しいですか?" asked Takumi. No sooner had he finished the phrase did his hand cover his mouth. After a moment's deliberation it returned to his side and he said, "Errr...You..you are here new, yes?" It did not occur to him that his English was mediocre and that she must speak some japanese to be going to school in Japan but he tried his best to translate anyway. Hopefully she was from America or some other place like that or he would look stupid in two languages. [/div][/style] TEMPLATE BY CIPHER [/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
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Post by Sophitia Windermere on Apr 5, 2012 4:21:21 GMT -5
[newclass=body]overflow: auto; width: 345px; height: 200px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; padding: 0 5 0 0; margin-top: -20px;[/newclass][newclass=precop]width: 350px; color: #000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; border-top: 1px solid #000; border-bottom: 3px solid #000; margin: 5 0 1 0;[/newclass][newclass=cop]width: 350px; color: #000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; border-top: 1px dashed #000; padding: 1 0 0 0; margin: 2 0 0 0;[/newclass] [classy=body] Sophie frowned mentally, scolding herself for even opening her mouth. She was capable of opening the door herself when it closed, so why did she even blurt that out? After she caught him staring, her thoughts were shaken and a light scowl transferred to her face. Her eye condition was a lose-lose situation when she had to deal with people. Sophie shouldn't even care what he thought of her, due to his own disheveled state and that strange watermelon-esque scent that wafted from his clothing. Don't tell me he doesn't shower for days, and masks his body odor with girly spray...She bristled slightly at his voice, but acknowledged she had been spoken to with a slight nod. "Hai," she muttered nonetheless, again regretting what she'd say next, "Do you know where the main office is?" she continued in quiet japanese. Because she had so much free time back in England, Sophie was able to dabble into japanese. It was her luck that her parents planned their transfer to Japan months prior, giving her time to learn this and that. Learning the culture was interesting, it's just she'd have to get used to chopsticks if she didn't want to stick out more than she already did. [/classy][classy=precop]» TAGS: TAKUMI» NOTES: TRY ROMAJI NEXT TIME. [/classy][classy=cop] SIMPLE TEMPLATE BY CIPHER [/classy] |
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Post by Takumi Saito on Apr 5, 2012 19:32:34 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,bTable][atrb=width,450px,bTable][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,background: #000;]TAGS: Sophie NOTES: Romaji makes me feel like a weeaboo | [atrb=valign,top] ▲ I SHOULD KNOW WHO I AM BY NOW I WALK THE RECORD STANDS SOMEHOW THINKING OF WINTER YOUR NAME IS THE SPLINTER INSIDE ME WHILE I WAIT AND I REMEMBER THE SOUND OF YOUR NOVEMBER DOWNTOWN AND I REMEMBER THE TRUTH▲
[style=overflow: auto; height: 175px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; padding: 0 10; margin-top: -17px;]Takumi was surprised yet unsurprised that she spoke Japanese so naturally. The way she had asked where the main office was, she either was from Japan or spend rediculous amounts of time researching pronounciation.
"Let's see..." |
[/i] As he said this, he placed his head down into his open palm and buried his fingers in his hair. Meanwhile his other palm lied flat on the head of the golf club, supporting the weight of his slightly leaning body. At last he straightened himself up and replied, "Its down this hall. The big blue door with the mass of Kanji over it."[/i] He pointed down the hall with the the golf club after he said this. A nearby student hit the floor with an audible thud, her books strewn haphazardly about the floor. She was walking down the hallway perpendicular to the one Takumi was pointing out and when he gestured to the door the club had clotheslined her to the ground. "Oh my goodness I am so sorry dear God, please, it was an accident let me help you up." Words like these streamed from his mouth as he dropped the club to raise her to her feet. He then scrambled to get her books together and put them back in her outstretched arms. Thoroughly embarassed, he proceeded to pick up the club and make his way to class, not even looking back to see if the new girl was still there. [/div][/style] TEMPLATE BY CIPHER [/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
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Post by Sophitia Windermere on Apr 12, 2012 17:25:58 GMT -5
[newclass=body]overflow: auto; width: 345px; height: 200px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; padding: 0 5 0 0; margin-top: -20px;[/newclass][newclass=precop]width: 350px; color: #000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; border-top: 1px solid #000; border-bottom: 3px solid #000; margin: 5 0 1 0;[/newclass][newclass=cop]width: 350px; color: #000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; border-top: 1px dashed #000; padding: 1 0 0 0; margin: 2 0 0 0;[/newclass] [classy=body] She fought the urge to tell him that from what she could see, there were two blue doors that had a number of kanji over their doorframes. She was peeved with how this male, who seemed as if he were in her year, didn't even know his own way around the school. Sophie let her shoulders sag with an inaudible sigh, adjusting her bag and attempting to avoid as much eye contact as possible. When he eventually pointed to the door he was talking about, Sophie could only stare blankly as the scene unraveled before her. This guy already seemed nuts for toting a golf club -- bent, nonetheless -- so casually as if it were his school bag, and using it to point in a busy hallway was calling for trouble. She rolled her eyes at the fact that he had just done that, causing a poor female to fall to the floor with a loud thud. With that, he hurried off, leaving her in the school's morning rush. After carefully walking past students beelining to their homerooms, she eventually reached the blue door the guy from earlier managed to point out. As Sophie walked in, however, she caught the stares from two students that has bruises and cuts from what looked like their fight from earlier. She instantly glared in their direction, causing them to jump in their seats and look away. Satisfied, the foreign exchange student strolled up to the wooden front desk, hoping one of the people behind it would notice her. A woman looked up from typing rapidly on her computer soon enough, taking a double take and frowning. " Are you Valdus Alcandor's sister? Did he forget something at home?" Eyebrows raised, Sophie shook her head slowly, muttering, "I'm the foreign exchange student from England." Now don't tell me there's another white-haired exchange student..." Ah, sorry, dear!" she stuttered, " You must be Sophitia Winderemere. Let me just get your schedule and you can head to your homeroom. Make sure the teacher assigns you someone to show you around, okay?" Sophie could only nod as she watched the woman rifle through small pieces of paper before she plucked one from the bunch and handed it to her. " Here you go, dear! Hope you have a nice first day~" she paused, then turned to the two bruised students in the corner, " You two! The principal will see you now! I hope you two learn- " she barked endlessly. She bowed graciously before she could hear the rest of the woman's lecture, giving the two beaten up students a last glare as she left the office. Sophie found the room stated on the paper with ease, sliding the door open cautiously. Using her "good eye," she peeked inside, cringing when she saw how boisterious the students were while the teacher wasn't present yet. " Maa, maa! You must be the new student!" Sophie physically jumped as the two beaten up kids did, swiveling around to meet face to face with what seemed like her homeroom's teacher. Strange as he was, he was holding a stack of books as if he were a waiter, a styrofoam cup of hot coffee in the other. " Come, come, let's go inside, shall we? Let's introduce you to the class!" he urged as she opened the door to let him through, " Now class! We have a new transfer student~ She was studying abroad in England! Her name is Sophie Windermere- Oh, come on, don't be shy!" he crooned as he beckoned for her to enter the classroom. Sophie could only follow his instructions, crossing her arms over her chest and walking to the front of the class. [/classy][classy=precop]» TAGS: TAKUMI» NOTES: NAH. AT LEAST THAT WAY I CAN TRANSLATE IT EASILY. ALSO, SPELL CHECK, YO. B[ [/classy][classy=cop] SIMPLE TEMPLATE BY CIPHER [/classy] |
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Post by Takumi Saito on Apr 13, 2012 4:16:26 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,bTable][atrb=width,450px,bTable][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,background: #000;]TAGS: Sophie NOTES:still holding the club btw | [atrb=valign,top] ▲ I SHOULD KNOW WHO I AM BY NOW I WALK THE RECORD STANDS SOMEHOW THINKING OF WINTER YOUR NAME IS THE SPLINTER INSIDE ME WHILE I WAIT AND I REMEMBER THE SOUND OF YOUR NOVEMBER DOWNTOWN AND I REMEMBER THE TRUTH▲
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Takumi waited until he was definitely out of the white haired girl's sight before returning to a walking pace. When at last he could see the entryway to class, he thought of ways to sneak in undetected but just then a stray paper airplane flew out the door and landed in his windswept hair. Breathing a sigh of relief, Takumi plucked it out and proceeded to dive into the bustling anarchy that was a teacher-less class.
Why did you run here? asked Hindsight in Takumi's head. After a quick surveying of the room he found that his favorite seat was open. It was right in the center of the classroom. There he was the least likely to be seen. He would blend in perfectly assuming he didn't do anything to direct attention to himself. Homeroom was a waste of time even when the teacher wasn't late. Caught up on his homework and devoid of friends to talk to, Takumi dozed off in his chair while the rest of the class continued to make noise and do God knows what.
Someone was talking. It was an older man's voice. The teacher had arrived and was now lecturing them or something like that. His consciousness weaving in and out, Takumi managed to grasp only fragments of his statements. "..exchange student...england...Soph...dermere..." Takumi looked up to see what he was talking about and his chest caved a bit. Still feeling a bit sleepy, he couldn't resist the impulse to exclaim, "You!" |
[/i] at the first sight of the girl, feeling a mixed pang of fear and guilt. The teacher had noticed Takumi's immediate notice of the girl and smiled. "You know her? Well then you should be the one to give her the tour of the school. After all, you never seem to do anything in homeroom anyway." Unfazed by Takumi muttering sentence fragments involving "I don't know her," the teacher beckoned him to the front of the class slightly reminiscent of an owner calling its dog. Resigned to his fate, Takumi focused on the silver lining: he was now off to do something. If he played his cards right, the tour could essentially give him a free day. At the front of the class, he looked at the new girl and gave an awkward little wave. He smiled a reassuring smile and walked over to the door. After opening the door, he leaned against it, propping it open with his back. Takumi turned to the exchange student and waved his arm toward the empty hallway invitingly. "After you."[/i] [/div][/style] TEMPLATE BY CIPHER [/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
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Post by Sophitia Windermere on Apr 23, 2012 18:56:03 GMT -5
[newclass=body]overflow: auto; width: 345px; height: 275px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; padding: 0 5 0 0; margin-top: -20px;[/newclass][newclass=precop]width: 350px; color: #000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; border-top: 1px solid #000; border-bottom: 3px solid #000; margin: 5 0 1 0;[/newclass][newclass=cop]width: 350px; color: #000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; border-top: 1px dashed #000; padding: 1 0 0 0; margin: 2 0 0 0;[/newclass] [classy=body] To be honest, the male that directed her to the main office gave her quite the fright with his sudden outburst. Sophie didn't expect -- but should've expected -- him to react to her so strangely; it even got her to jump out of her skin for a fraction of a second. Letting one of her arms drop to her side, the white-haired female rubbed her arm uncomfortably as she watched Takumi, as he was called, make his way to the front of the class. Once at the front, the raven-haired boy gave quite the awkward wave, forcing her to throw him a quick, but curt nod. Sophie waited until he passed before glancing up at their homeroom teacher, giving him a blank look that should've said, " I hate you, why did you pick him?" The older male only returned the gesture with a smile, probably feigning ignorance to their situation. She took one last double take at the teacher -- more like glared at him -- before following Takumi and stepping through the doorway. Eyes landing on the golf club that was still in his possession, Sophie held back a whimper and hoped to the celestial beings that the ridiculous piece of bent equipment would not cause any further bad luck for anyone for the rest of the day. If anything, I should be free of classes for today... she thought with some hope of silver lining. [/classy][classy=precop]» TAGS: TAKUMI» NOTES: ...WHYYYY? [/classy][classy=cop] SIMPLE TEMPLATE BY CIPHER [/classy] |
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Post by Takumi Saito on Apr 24, 2012 23:23:49 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,bTable][atrb=width,450px,bTable][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,background: #000;] TAGS: Sophie NOTES: Sorry this sux | [atrb=valign,top] ▲ I SHOULD KNOW WHO I AM BY NOW I WALK THE RECORD STANDS SOMEHOW THINKING OF WINTER YOUR NAME IS THE SPLINTER INSIDE ME WHILE I WAIT AND I REMEMBER THE SOUND OF YOUR NOVEMBER DOWNTOWN AND I REMEMBER THE TRUTH▲
[style=overflow: auto; height: 175px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; padding: 0 10; margin-top: -17px;]Immediately out the door Sophitia's eyes wandered across the bent golf club in Takumi's left hand. The boy scratched the back of his head and gave an awkward, embarrassed smile as he remembered what had transpired earlier that day. "Ummm.. We're going to take a look at the grounds first. I have to return this." |
[/i] He held up the club with the same nervous smile as if he understood how bad it was that he was returning it in such awful shape. "After I return this, I'll show you around. I was thinking first I take you to the grounds to point out every building, then we can take a look at your schedule and I can point each one out specifically. And then its pretty much your call from there. If there are any spots you wanna know about or secret tunnels or anything like that."[/i] And with that he signaled to her to begin walking. After a few steps Takumi looked over to her. It was the first time he had seen her up close and despite only seeing her eye patch side he couldn't help but turn a bit red. "So, um, I-I don't think I introduced myself. Saito, Takumi. Sophitia is a mouthful. Um, do you think I can call you Sophie?"[/i] He held out his hand for a shake. He couldn't help but notice she had very soft hands. He walked across the empty grounds, after all it was the middle of homeroom. At last he made it to the small putting green where the Golf Club has its meetings. Takumi spotted the captain squatting, trying to eyeball the ideal putt. "Yare yare, don't you ever take a break?"[/i] Takumi called out to him. The captain saw Takumi and energetically waved. He was the one captain who never took advantage of the dark haired boy's policy to never refuse an offer so their smiles were always genuine. Takumi handed him the club and gave a small apology. The captain looked shocked at the condition it was returned in. He snatched it from Takumi's hands and began beating him in the shoulder with it while shouting things like "irresponsible jackass" and "do you have any idea how much these things cost?" [/div][/style] TEMPLATE BY CIPHER [/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
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Post by Sophitia Windermere on May 2, 2012 22:52:49 GMT -5
[newclass=body]overflow: auto; width: 345px; height: 275px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; padding: 0 5 0 0; margin-top: -20px;[/newclass][newclass=precop]width: 350px; color: #000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; border-top: 1px solid #000; border-bottom: 3px solid #000; margin: 5 0 1 0;[/newclass][newclass=cop]width: 350px; color: #000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; border-top: 1px dashed #000; padding: 1 0 0 0; margin: 2 0 0 0;[/newclass] [classy=body] The white-haired female could only nod in response, still trying to ignore the fact that the golf club he was using so casually was bent. What in the world could he have done to have it even bend like that? She hoped in some twisted way that he had been practicing golf, and somehow managed to fling the club into some sort of hard vertical structure. Sophie frowned at her own thoughts, wincing as she watched the imaginary club hit a nearby imaginary tree. She slowly tuned back in when Takumi got to explaining their tour, her expression devoid of emotion. ... Secret tunnels? Is he trying to be funny? If he's being serious, I don't know what to think anymore. Sophie eyed the raven-haired male warily as she strode faster to keep up with this little ball of energy. Of course, she found it strange that as they walked, Takumi introduced himself -- with a creepy blush dusted across his cheeks -- and held out his hand for her shake, which she took, shook, and let go instantly. Sophie also gave a nod of approval at the nickname he thought up for her, only because it was a nickname easily derived from her real first name. Their trek across the school eventually led them to where the Golf Club had their meetings, stopping short of the -- albeit, really green -- grass. Takumi then caught the attention of the captain, who sauntered over in a chipper manner; it seemed their relationship was a happy one, until it took a turn for the worse. The smiles were wiped clean off their faces as soon as her raven-haired tour guide held up the bent club -- with an apology, of course -- only to have the captain seize the bent metal and beat Takumi up with it. Sophie ducked and and dodged as much as she could until she could gain some distance from the sudden onslaught of anger from the captain. Rather than fleeing for help, she put her flight response to better use, tossing her bag aside before tackling the captain with all her weight. Lucky for her, the captain was barely twice her size in height and weight, allowing her to force him off Takumi and onto the plush grass. She rolled away instantly, getting to her feet so she could see if her tour guide was alright. "... Do you need to go to the nurse?" she mumbled awkwardly, trying to inspect his injuries. [/classy][classy=precop]» TAGS: TAKUMI» NOTES: NAH. [/classy][classy=cop] SIMPLE TEMPLATE BY CIPHER [/classy] |
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Post by Takumi Saito on May 4, 2012 16:24:33 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,bTable][atrb=width,450px,bTable][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,background: #000;] TAGS: Sophie NOTES: DAFUQ IS RUNNING THROUGH MY HEAD | [atrb=valign,top] ▲ I SHOULD KNOW WHO I AM BY NOW I WALK THE RECORD STANDS SOMEHOW THINKING OF WINTER YOUR NAME IS THE SPLINTER INSIDE ME WHILE I WAIT AND I REMEMBER THE SOUND OF YOUR NOVEMBER DOWNTOWN AND I REMEMBER THE TRUTH▲
[style=overflow: auto; height: 175px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; padding: 0 10; margin-top: -17px;]"Yeah we should probably go to the nurse. This'll be a good time to show you where the nurse's office is." Takumi said massaging his wounds and looking genuinely uncomfortable. This girl had saved him from abuse by peeling off the madman with a golf club. His assailant had apparently gotten all of his anger out and left the two of them feeling rather sheepish, still clutching the bent club that seemed now a bit more bent. Takumi remained seated on the grass, "Let him go. It is kind of my fault. I took the club and ran off. He didn't follow so he has no idea what happened."he said casually, then looking at Sophie with a look that meant he was clearly impressed he added, "Nice move back there. You ever fight anyone before?" He probed his neck with his hand. It felt like it was bleeding. "Is my neck bleeding?" He craned it towards her to give her a better look. He sprung to his feet and further assessed his injuries. The beating itself was not severe. Most of the strikes merely amplify injuries he sustained the night before. Merely would be a bad choice of words. He was writhing in pain on the inside but he did not let any of it slip to the exchange student. On a subconscious level he was trying very hard to impress her. The way she threw off the assailant to defend the "innocent" gave him just the idea. "This is nothing," gesturing to his entire body, "You should have seen me yesterday." He hoped she would fall for the bait, that she would ask what happened.
He led the way to the nurses office, every once and a while checking to see if she was still with him. If she gets lost, she can just follow the blood trail.. he thought dryly. "So, Sophie, what do you like to do, aside from saving civilians?" he jokingly asked to the girl hopefully still following him. "While we're at the nurse's maybe she could take a look at that eye." He smiled as sweetly as he could to let her know he meant nothing by it, that it was a joke. It was his way of trying to find out the truth. As much as he wanted her to tell him why she wore an eye patch, he did not want to force it out of her or make her hate him.
At the nurse's office, Takumi blushed heavily when the nurse asked to see his injuries without being taken into a separate room. He removed his vest tenderly, ultimately pulling it off by reversing it, exposing the dried blood from the previous day. The nurse jumped up in shock. Without the vest to add a little color, his the dirt and blood clinging to his over shirt was plain as day. The nurse looked at him suspiciously. His over shirt was pulled back to reveal the wounds on his arm. "Are you sure this happened just now? These wounds look a day old. There are some areas that look like it was reopened maybe that is what you meant. Jesus, boy, what the heck happened to you?" He scratched the back of his head and gave the same smile as when Sophie pointed out the golf club. Still smiling he replied, "Haha, you know... The nurse put gauze over his wounds and he was ready to proceed with the tour.
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Post by Sophitia Windermere on May 21, 2012 19:29:03 GMT -5
[newclass=body]overflow: auto; width: 345px; height: 275px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; padding: 0 5 0 0; margin-top: -20px;[/newclass][newclass=precop]width: 350px; color: #000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; border-top: 1px solid #000; border-bottom: 3px solid #000; margin: 5 0 1 0;[/newclass][newclass=cop]width: 350px; color: #000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; border-top: 1px dashed #000; padding: 1 0 0 0; margin: 2 0 0 0;[/newclass] [classy=body] "I have not." she replied, taking a glance at the retreating form of the golf captain with a little spite. She understood that a person had the right to be mad if their possessions were bent or broken, but maybe Takumi had a reasonable excuse to why the golf club was bent. Who knows? But to suddenly attack someone without being given an excuse? Not good enough to void being pried off by any means necessary. Sophie lightly nodded to acknowledge that his neck was slightly bleeding from a cut that didn't seem like it was a product of a mere golf club. And his mention of what had happened yesterday, only piqued her interest in what really did happen with the golf club. But she kept her mouth shut. She had no right to pry into his business, especially since she just met him. She followed quietly as they trekked over to the nurse's office so she could take a look at his wounds, ignoring his comment on her eye hidden behind the eyepatch. When her injured tour guide removed his clothing, the sight of dirt and dried blood alerted her. It confirmed her suspicions that the boy did get into a fight the day prior, hence the bent golf club, but what would possess him to do such a thing? He seemed so carefree. The nurse eventually left them alone to retrieve more gauze antiseptic, and cotton balls, and even though she could easily avoid the question, she somehow needed to know. "What really did happen yesterday?" she asked quietly. [/classy][classy=precop]» TAGS: TAKUMI» NOTES: ...IDK. [/classy][classy=cop] SIMPLE TEMPLATE BY CIPHER [/classy] |
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Post by Takumi Saito on May 21, 2012 20:19:06 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,bTable][atrb=width,450px,bTable][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,background: #000;] TAGS:Sophie NOTES:Few Few | [atrb=valign,top] ▲ I SHOULD KNOW WHO I AM BY NOW I WALK THE RECORD STANDS SOMEHOW THINKING OF WINTER YOUR NAME IS THE SPLINTER INSIDE ME WHILE I WAIT AND I REMEMBER THE SOUND OF YOUR NOVEMBER DOWNTOWN AND I REMEMBER THE TRUTH▲
[style=overflow: auto; height: 175px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; padding: 0 10; margin-top: -17px;]"Don't worry. Most of it isn't mine." he said jokingly, as if that would reassure the shocked girl. He shifted uncomfortably while sitting on the bed reserved for patients, making it clear that he very much wanted to get his shirt back on. It wasn't until Sophie had asked him the question he had hoped for since the minute he had made his awful first impression that he finally sat still.
"Well it's a funny story, really," he said, probing the gauze at his neck, annoyed. "Yesterday I was out with my friend, whom you had the pleasure of tackling into the grass a few minutes ago. It was night time. His club had just come back from a meet from some country club a ways off and I was helping him move the equipment from the car to the supply room. Naturally, I took the last haul, telling him to just go home and that I would lock up afterward. A minute after he drove away I heard the unmistakable sounds of scuffle coming from down the street. I checked it out and saw that two thuggish looking guys mugging some poor gaijin-looking guy. So I did something pretty dumb. I helped. Took a club out of the bag I was holding, dropped the rest, and came in swinging. Caught one of them on the side of the head and he dropped. The next guy had a knife and we traded blows for a bit but in the end I won, mostly because I may or may not have broken both of his arms." Takumi unconsciously held his shoulder, looking over to his discarded shirt where the corresponding shoulder part was a deep red.
After a small period of silence he continued, "So yeah. I told the tourist to leave this place and I just went home." That part of his story had been said quickly and nonchalantly as if it were nothing to Takumi, that he did this sort of thing daily. "Dropped like a log when I got home. Not sure if it was the adrenaline wearing off or if it was blood loss. Woke up real late this morning and, not having time for a shower just kind of put clothing refresher on. Or at least what I thought was clothing refresher. And then I ran here and ran into you."
He smiled at Sophie sweetly, with the mystery of the golf club finally revealed, he hoped that her opinion of him would change but he would not hold his breath. The nurse returned and saw to the rest of his wounds. Putting his shirt on, Takumi looked over to her and simply stated, "Ready to go when you are."
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