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Post by Major Blue on Sept 22, 2012 17:40:53 GMT -8
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BUT BEFORE THIS NIGHT IS THROUGH[/style][STYLE=margin: 10px; padding: 5px; background-color: #fff; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #000; text-align: justify; text-align: justify;]Just what the hell was he supposed to do for a whole day? What he should have been doing was sleeping, damn it. But Iain kicked him out of the inn for a day. Something about going out and doing something constructive? Shit, he didn't know. He was hardly listening. In fact, he really wasn't cause he was half asleep. The only ones who's words really got through was Fallon... Because she was yelling about snacks or whatever. Jules was also pushing the notion of Seiji getting out of his room. For jeebus sake, he didn't want to go anywhere. He wanted to sleep! But no. People didn't want that apparently.
This was hardly fair. He just wanted another day of peace and quiet. Buuuut no... Plus his mother was blowing up his phone lately as well. Pestering Seiji about how he was doing and had he been eating well, taking showers regularly, and nagging about never calling. Regular mom stuff. She didn't seem to understand that Seiji was twent-eight now. He didn't need her to hold his hand now that he quit basketball. He was fine. Completely and totally fine. Besides, he was better off out of that damnable house anyway. His mother was always trying to stuff food down his throat, complaining he didn't eat enough good food. That he spent to much time sleeping. First of all, there was no such thing as sleeping to much in Seiji world.
But whatever. People complained, and Seiji ignored and/or blocked everything out. He walked down the road, a basketball bouncing effortlessly all the way. He still didn't like basketball like he used to. Or maybe he did? There was just no one to challenge him enough to make it fun anymore. Though he did enjoy crushing people's ambitions to 'beat' him. Psh. As if anyone could. He was the best his team had to offer. And he was completely sure they sucked major ass now that he was gone. But that was hardly any of his daily concern. No one's stress was any of his concern. Even if it was over him. Seiji yawned, his free hand moving to wipe the stray tear that threatened to fall. Gosh he just wanted to sleep.
He walked around Clover until he was annoyed with seeing the same things over and over and settled down on a large patch of soft grass. He spun the basketball on his finger, debating taking a nap or not. Iain would most definitely find out if he did. And get mad. And nag him. Then Jules would tease him. Of course. Fallon would point and laugh like the kid she was. Then Iain would undoubtedly nag some more.
Damn.
This was even more stressful then when he was playing ball. Now he had people telling him what to do and crap.
"Oiii..."
He yawned again, the orange sphere falling to his side. He just had to sleep. Nothing else was happening. What did Iain expect him to do? His eyes were already getting heavy. The sun was just out of the way, not shining in his face as the shade of a tree protected him from that. It was still early. He could afford just a little nap. [/style][STYLE=margin: 10px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 19px; color: #fff; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; margin: 0 10 -15 10; letter-spacing:-3px; line-height: 13px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000; text-align: right;]I WANT TO DO BAD THINGS WITH YOU[/style] |
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Post by penelope on Sept 23, 2012 0:01:27 GMT -8
I believe I have seen you...
In this white wave
You are silent
You are breathing
In this white wave...
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"Please please settle down. The store is now open. Do come inside."
Madeline opened the doors or her shop as it opened for a very long line that had been wrapped down the block wanting her special grow for their crops because the season was changing and they needed to get their new plants and crops into the ground now so they would be ready before winter. She loved the rush in the morning and how at the end of it all she was always out of product and had to make the new challenge of creating another batch for the next day. Madeline's motto was always keeping it fresh ever single day to make sure the plants that they were growing got what they needed so their owners got the best produce.
Everyone started rushing and and going for the ready stocked shelves. A line was already forming at the register. She ran the store by herself. Madeline didn't trust people with her secret recipes, or the money, or anything with her store really. Her store was her home and her life. Her store was always the nosiest and the busiest in town. Sometimes it was hard keeping up with the high demand but it had to be down. winter time was her only break during the year where she would sell things that she produced that were grown in her greenhouse. Such as herbs and medicines for the sick.
The noise of her shop carried all around, and even if people weren't interested in buying. Somehow her shop became a sort of social scene because everyone in town visited her shop at least once a day. Especially the farmers and florists. Even them couldn't carry all of the variety that she had.
As Madeline held the door open. Filling the entire shop with people browsing, she saw a man laying down in the grass doing absolutely nothing. THis made her frown about how lazy not hard working people were. Maybe she needed to hire some staff just to get peoples hands dirty. But still no where near her precious plants to where they might get hurt.
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Post by Major Blue on Sept 23, 2012 7:29:14 GMT -8
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BUT BEFORE THIS NIGHT IS THROUGH[/style][STYLE=margin: 10px; padding: 5px; background-color: #fff; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #000; text-align: justify; text-align: justify;]Sometimes he wondered if everyone was just out to get him or something. He wasn't one for paranoia, but sometimes it really seemed like people wanted to keep him from doing what he loved most. Sleeping. To just sleep alllll day was all he ever wanted. He never really got that when he was playing ball. Every other minute his teammates were calling his cell and demanding to know why he wasn't attending practice like everyone else. Why would he go to practice? They were going to win anyway. So practice just became... worthless. He got absolutely nothing out of them. But you know. Whatever. He didn't have to deal with that anymore. It was just Iain, Jules and Fallon now who pestered him. He only got full days of sleep when he was under the radar. When none of them knew who he was.
Eh.
Seiji yawned again, his wrist resting on his forehead and covering his eyes partly. This was a perfect place to sleep. You know, until people started crowding the damn flower shop thing a little ways away. People crowding a place like that seemed impossible. There was nothing exciting about seeds. Really. Yelling and being loud over seeds, though? Just seemed farfetched. Guess he couldn't put that past Ivy Point. It was rather rural and a little different. Seiji waited until all the commotion died to glance over at the shop, checking to see if he could at least drift off now. He only caught the sight of a young girl frowning at him. What the hell was she looking at? He really wanted to ask, because she looked like she had something to say. But he left it alone and merely dismissed her with a "Tch.", a sigh. Seiji folded his arms behind his head and rested it on those.
She was probably thinking that he was lazy and whatever. Seiji didn't care. So long as she didn't walk up to him talking crap. Didn't phase 'em. Though it was undoubtedly true that he was lazy. And he didn't care much about being called that aloud. Seiji closed his eyes, preparing to get in at least a couple minutes of a nap.
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Post by penelope on Sept 23, 2012 11:41:42 GMT -8
I believe I have seen you...
In this white wave
You are silent
You are breathing
In this white wave...
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Store was finally starting to close it was now around 3pm. That was the perks of opening up so early. Took her two hours to get home and she always took the long way...always. Afraid of people following her home, always taking a different route to her home so no one would be able to track her. She was also good about not leaving too many tracks or covering up the ones she made. She was a paranoid mess. Madeline watched as the last customers leave waving goodbye with a smile. Picking up her chart of sales by the register and started checking things making sure nothing was stolen. Always a perfect record. Smiling she walked outside the shop and looked at a little lawn of grass right next to her shop and it was the same man from the morning... She was starting to think that he was one of those thief's that was watching her shop and was going to jump her afterwards! Well she was going to get the jump on him first!
Madeline grabbed her hand gun she had under the register and walked slowly over where the man was laying down and held it at his forehead. Still a distance away she hid behind a nearby tree. The square near her shop was now completely empty. It was just her against him.
"Who are you!!?? And why have you been watching my shop!!?? Who sent you!!?? Are you with Dianni's Group? Or is the Red Spirits Gang your with!!?? Tell me now!"
Her hands were steady but her voice was still calm and of moderate volume. Even if it was to her a yell. She wasn't afraid to use her gun on anyone. It looked ou of place with her childlike looks and girly appearance.
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Post by Major Blue on Sept 23, 2012 17:43:12 GMT -8
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BUT BEFORE THIS NIGHT IS THROUGH[/style][STYLE=margin: 10px; padding: 5px; background-color: #fff; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #000; text-align: justify; text-align: justify;]Heh, Iain couldn't say he did completely nothing today. He took another walk around after about an hour of his initial attempt to take a nap. Seemed everyone was outside today. At least that gave him something to occupy himself with for a few hours. Some guys asked him for a few games of basketball. 'Course he couldn't say no. They were actually okay for a bunch of rookies. They made Seiji sweat just a little. That had to be the highlight of his day. After that a pretty okay looking chick hit on him. Bought him ice cream and everything. But that was only because she shot the offer before he could decline. Hey, free food was good food right? In the end, he had to turn her down. She was a little bit to cheery for Seiji. Just listening to her talk about her college years made Seiji want to take a nap because she talked so damn fast.
Seiji saw the girl off, a half-assed wave to send her on her way. The tall male bounced the basketball he still held onto as he debated what to do next. He walked just about the whole of Clover in one day. This had to be the most he ever walked. Guess he should return to his little spot from earlier. He took his time though. There was no urgency in his step. He was just as lax as he ever was. Once he got back it was much later in the day. Seemed the chick from the seed shop was closing up now. It still sort of irked him the way she looked at him earlier that day. Eh. Oh well.
Seiji settled back down, setting his basketball to the side and folding his arms behind his head. He yawned, staring blankly up at the now afternoon sky. Maybe Iain would let him come back home now? He spent the whole day outside. He deserved a nap now. But you know, bishes won't lettin' that happen right now. He felt a presence approaching. He opened one dark blue eye to see cold metal aimed at his forehead.
Now what the hell was this? He was minding his own business and this chick randomly points a gun at him and spouted nonsense?
"What are you, twelve?" he muttered, the gun not really threatening to him in the hands of a girl so... not scary. Wait a sec. It was that chick again. Just what was her beef? Why was she pointing a gun in his face now? Seiji sighed, more like growled, and grabbed the mouth of the gun. He took care to move his head out of the way of the barrel in case the girl shot out of shock. Seiji yanked her down with his free hand, twisting the firearm out of her grasp and tossing it yonder out of her reach.
"What the hell is your problem? Don't point a gun at someone unless you know what the hell you're doing with it, smartass."
Seiji let go of her, grabbing his basketball and moving to pick up the gun. He turned back to her, blue eyes boring into her frame.
"Oi. Next time I'll break your wrist."
With that said, he whatever amount of bullets in the gun fall to the dirt and dropped the gun.
This chick. Was crazy.
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Post by penelope on Sept 23, 2012 21:22:39 GMT -8
I believe I have seen you...
In this white wave
You are silent
You are breathing
In this white wave...
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She was a bit shocked when he grabbed the gun, she fired the gun and it hit the ground. Madeline gasped, as her face hit the ground. She was a bit shocked her victim attacked, but she never gave up. Her paranoia rose to the point that all reason went out the window. She wasn't going to take that from some stranger!
Madeline ran right out in front of him with her arms stretched out wide. "I'm not letting you leave till you answer my questions damnit. Now answer! Or..."
An idea just popped into her head. She smiled sweetly, "Oh wow...I'm so sorry the way I've been acting. Its been a long day and my paranoia must have gotten the best of me. Would you please come inside for some dinner? I have lots of leftovers still hot and its so late." She became very embarrassed. Blushing all over she looked up to him waiting for his response.
"My name is Luisa. I really deeply apologize. Please accept my invitation. I promise the food will be good. I'll never forgive myself if you don't accept."
Biting her lower lip, she actually had never made such conversation with someone in town...ever!! This was a first for her. Looking the man over she didn't know what to think of him except he liked sports?! Or something liked that. She didn't like the look in his eyes, it was almost like he was staring into her soul.
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Post by Major Blue on Sept 24, 2012 13:14:01 GMT -8
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BUT BEFORE THIS NIGHT IS THROUGH[/style][STYLE=margin: 10px; padding: 5px; background-color: #fff; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #000; text-align: justify; text-align: justify;]As if it wasn't obvious before, there was something not connecting in this chicks head. Seiji was first of all overly offended that she just jumped him like that. Even more offended that she did it out of clear paranoia, like he would ever steal from a seed shop. Really? Seiji would have to be some sort of stupid to steal at all. He came from a background that wouldn't allow him to make such stupid choices without sheer consequence. His parents would be ashamed of him (his father even more than he already was). Everyone that knew him would look down on him for petty thievery. Seiji would be most ashamed even still, going from famous basketball player to friggen thief on the country-side. Just thinking about that pissed him off. All these damn outcomes to being outwardly accused like that.
What little gentle and positive side he had was telling him not to straight diss and crush this girl's feelings and simply say no. But the other 99.9% of him wanted to make her sob frantically. That would make him no better than her for suddenly jumping an unarmed man. Augh, decisions, decisions. Seiji didn't bother hiding his increasing frustration with the girl. His cobalt blue eyes continued to bore into her very existence as she blocked his way.
"Seriously?"
Maybe she didn't get the point that Seiji wasn't afraid to force her out of his way. They were out in public, yeah. And she was a young lady, yeah. But she had him at gunpoint. He could have died just then. That was the only thing that was really pissing him off. That she was willing. She shot a bullet back there. So she was willing to do it. And if she wasn't, she was damn near to it.
And now she was... offering dinner? She couldn't have been serious--
"You're kidding right?" he raised a brow, though still glaring quite hard down at her. "You just held a gun to my head and you expect me to just tag along for dinner?"
Seiji stepped around this Luisa character and began on his way back home. He had had quite enough excitement today. Talk about bringing a gun to a knife fight.
"Guess you'll just have to never forgive yourself."
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