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Post by LADY CHESHIRE on Sept 30, 2012 6:29:16 GMT -8
“Okay, so three scarves, seven plushies, ten pairs of mits…” Emma Iris went through her list, sticking things in boxes and putting postage labels from her many online customers on as she went through. She had a pretty large order to fill today, but she didn't mind… She liked how her online store was finally picking up customers. It wouldn't be long until she had to put up a wait list so that people wouldn't get angry at her for taking too long with their orders. She did this of course, on her free time. She liked working with Lumiere, he always had something to teach her. That and he was kind enough once Delilah left to take her in.
“Lume!~ I’m going out to the post office! I’ll be back soon!” She was about to run out the door in her pajamas when she turned around. Who would she be today?
She hurried back into her room, ready to decide what she was going to wear today… Blossom? Alice? … No… She’d worn them too often lately, and she felt like something new. Hmm… She looked around her room, grabbing a long purple wig, and a white dress that had appeared to just be finished. “Ears and tail can wait for the convention.” Rarity it was today. She slipped on the dress and some heels, putting some blue eye shadow on and some coloured contacts. She turned around to look in a mirror that showed her whole height. “Darling, why you look absolutely magnificent today!~” She giggled at herself as she put the pin of the pony’s cutie mark up by her left shoulder. Now she was ready to go.
She grabbed a rather posh looking purse for the fashionista pony’s outfit, and took the bag of packaged in her other hand, walking out the door. Each step she tried to make as prim and proper as she could, she dodged puddles, and waved hello to people on the street, keeping in character as best she could.
No, it wasn't her, but she had fun with it anyways. She stepped into the post office, a smile on her face as she put the bag on the counter, waiting for somebody to answer.
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Post by Major Blue on Sept 30, 2012 12:18:41 GMT -8
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Ivy Point was truly beautiful, yes. More beautiful then the slums of Seoul, that was obvious. But it would have been nice to have someone to share it with. As anti-social as Jung was, he still liked people. To an extent. Sometimes he longed to say hello or exchange idle conversation with customers. Even if they were cute little old ladies. Of course, he was happy his brother and him learned English before he was shipped off...
Ah, how he did miss his older brother. And to some extent, he missed Seoul. And his family. But now he was here signing of paperwork to order more envelopes and boxes for packaging items. They were running a little low...
Jung-Hee spaced out several times today. Seemed he was really out of it lately. The pale haired male shook and cleared his head, focusing on the paperwork.
"Aish..." he mumbled, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. Just a few more hours and he would be able to go home. If he could truck it through this he was home free. Jung-Hee rose from his chair and leaned on the counter and blinked at the windows providing a view of the outside. He could see a figure approaching... a rather colorful one. A girl? Oh dear. It was the same one from... several days. Emma was it?
He swore she was a different person every day she ever came here. Sometimes he could never recognize her. But he learned to pick up on the way she walked and moved. The way she spoke and the sound of her voice were all familiar properties. It was rather interesting, but not when she brought in tons of boxes at once. He wondered how she could carry so many...
Once the girl stepped inside he watched her sat the bag of boxes on the counter, his chin supported by the palm of his hand as he leaned on the counter. And the endless sea of packages lay in wait for him no doubt. How many today? Seven? Ten?
"Do you ever dress normal?" he asked, his tone considerably bland, stale. He just really wanted to go home today.
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Post by LADY CHESHIRE on Sept 30, 2012 17:29:00 GMT -8
“Normal..? What do you mean by that, my dear colt?” Emma raised her eyebrows at Jung-hee. “I don’t believe we’ve ever met darling. I am Rarity, designer of my own couture line of clothing, you may have heard of me. My styles have become all the rage out in Canterlot. Anypony who is anypony knows my name at the very least.” She started taking the boxes out of the bag, lining them all up. One, two, three, four, five… She continued, almost for a moment feeling bad for how much work she was causing the poor mailman. Even if his customer service kind of made him deserve it.
Twelve packages in total. Some were smaller than others, but all in all it was an awful lot to ship all at once. “I hope this isn’t too much, my website has just picked up popularity. I might have to start a waitlist soon.” Emma knew Jung-hee wouldn’t care. The many times she’d been here since he got to the peninsula he hadn’t treated her too kindly… If she had been there just as her, she would have done this with as little talking as possible and probably wouldn’t even replied to a comment like that.
She liked her costumes.
She didn’t like being Emma.
“I hope you don’t mind how many I brought today… I’ll try to spread them out a little more in the future… This was just a rather large order.” She pulled a wallet from her purse getting her money ready for the shipping charges. She’d be in and out of here before her head exploded or something bad happened. Granted she could have laid off of the pony-speak, but wheres the fun in that?
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Post by Major Blue on Oct 2, 2012 12:53:00 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=style, background: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/av050n.jpg) repeat; padding: 10px; border-radius:3em; -moz-border-radius:3em; border: 4px solid #E9E9E9;][atrb=width,459,true] [STYLE= width: 474px; border-top: 10px solid #C3C3C3; border-bottom: 10px solid #C3C3C3; color: #626274; border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 395px; background-color:#EFEFEF; padding: 20px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana][STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius:2em; border: 5px solid #D6D6D6; float: left; Background:url(http://i.imgur.com/dwd0R.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-right: 8px; margin-left: -1px;] [/style] [STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 220px; background: #D6D6D6; color:#131313; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; padding: 2px; padding-left: 150px; padding-right: 14px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 6px;margin-left:10px; margin-top: 12px;]Jung-HeeSahng[/style] Agh, this chick. Different person every day. Literally. Now she was pretending they had never met, which made Jung-Hee's brow raise in contemplation. Was she really going to keep this facade up? He didn't find it very amusing. Seeing as he was already tired and irritable, and just a bit restless, he wasn't as into as she was.
Whatevers.
Jung-Hee quietly watched her unravel the multitude of boxes from the bag. He counted them as she did. Her total was twelve. Twelve boxes he had to prepare for shipping. What a drag... This whole job was a drag. He hated getting up and going off to sit in an post office allllll day. But this was the only job opening he spotted when he arrived. And he didn't have much to start with food wise. If there was anything more annoying it was scrounging for what you don't have.
Beggars couldn't be choosers, right? Jung-Hee rolled his eyes, still at a misunderstanding of her choice in clothing and personality today. What was the point anyway? Why not just be yourself? It took far more thinking to be someone else. Someone who wasn't you. He would probably never understand either. Not that Jung-Hee had ever tried to understand what/how women thought. He reached for the boxes, moving to get them out of the way and prepare them for shipping to wherever the heck they were going. He went through the normal process and announced her total, taking the money and putting it away accordingly.
"Doesn't matter if I mind or not really. Someone's gotta do it." he shrugged. Unfortunately he was the only one in today. But one person was all he needed anyway. It was how he got things done.
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Post by LADY CHESHIRE on Oct 2, 2012 18:49:26 GMT -8
Emma Iris at this point was ready to just leave… But once in character, well, she obviously tended to get a little bit carried away.
She handed over her money, turning to go. Then it hit her. Rarity wouldn’t put up with this bull. “And you know my Dear,” She continued on with the same ‘higher than thou’ tone of voice as before. “You might benefit from actually being nice to your customers once in a while. She blinked, the comment was harmless…. Right? “And about your posture. I pity you for all of the back problems you’ll have in your older years…” She was ready to go on and on and on, but was honestly running out of things to say…
What else…
What else would a rather snooty, “High Class” sort of pony say to somebody like him?
“Oh, and if you ever need some help with your style, and things as such, feel free to give me a ring. I’m fairly easy to find.” She went to leave again. “Really, you have such potential! To think, its such a shame. If only you didn’t act as if you were raised in a barn- Oops… “ She raised her eyebrows, Yes, today was just one of those days. One of her days where she got carried away with everything.
Sure, Rarity would be a good character for while at her own job… But out running errands, maybe somebody else would have been better.
“I don’t mean to offend, really.” She blinked her hand on the door ready to get out of here as soon as she possibly could.
OOC: Raritys a little twat when she wants to be, sorry Jung LOL
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Post by Major Blue on Oct 2, 2012 19:26:48 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=style, background: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/av050n.jpg) repeat; padding: 10px; border-radius:3em; -moz-border-radius:3em; border: 4px solid #E9E9E9;][atrb=width,459,true] [STYLE= width: 474px; border-top: 10px solid #C3C3C3; border-bottom: 10px solid #C3C3C3; color: #626274; border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 395px; background-color:#EFEFEF; padding: 20px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana][STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius:2em; border: 5px solid #D6D6D6; float: left; Background:url(http://i.imgur.com/dwd0R.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-right: 8px; margin-left: -1px;] [/style] [STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 220px; background: #D6D6D6; color:#131313; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; padding: 2px; padding-left: 150px; padding-right: 14px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 6px;margin-left:10px; margin-top: 12px;]Jung-HeeSahng[/style] Not much bothered Jung. Except when he thought people were talking down on him. Not even where he came from, no one had ever spoken to him as if he was their lesser. His family always treated him with as much respect as he returned. And it was always the utmost respect. But here... Here was different. Everyone wasn't family, and everyone wasn't going to watch your back. Because there was no need. There weren't any gangs or anything around here, and you certainly weren't very likely to catch yourself at gunpoint in broad daylight. Ivy Point was safe. It was why his family sent him here in the first place.
Jung-Hee didn't look up when she addressed him as 'dear,' even though he loathed being called such things. But he did look up when the other said that she pitied him. That word struck him more than anything she had ever said to him. However she was pretending right? She wasn't seriously bagging on his posture... and his attitude right? Goddammit, who was he trying to kid. She wasn't acting anymore.
Now she was getting on his style of clothing? She wasn't going to stop was she? No, she wasn't. She didn't. Which is why Jung-Hee was now looking at her like he had just been insulted exponentially. Which he indeed was. His family was everything to him, and all he had up until he had to come here. Now she was nagging him about how they raised him? The people he cared for, and cared for him. The only ones who risked their necks for him day in and day out. What did she know!?
"If I were anything like the 'barn' you're talking about, you would have a bullet through your skull, girl."
Jung-Hee put extra emphasis on the word 'girl' for the very reason of piercing through that obnoxious facade of hers.
"And maybe you should take your own advice and stop acting like a schizophrenic every day. Maybe you'll make some friends?" he retorted, his tone sarcastic but venomous.
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Post by LADY CHESHIRE on Oct 2, 2012 20:13:59 GMT -8
No, don’t get wound up now Emma, don’t do it. Just don’t. “I have more friends than an anti-social jerk like you, sir.” She spoke softly, but harshly. He wasn’t just insulting her character now. She could take an insult to her character just fine. “And you’re the one acting like a little girl, Jung-Hee.” She glared at him, trying to hold back tears.
“For your information, each and every one of my costumes are hand made.” Emma stop it, your pride is showing. “They take me hours, and hours to complete. I own hardly any normal clothing.” She knew he really didn’t care. If she stopped now and would just walk out, everything would turn out a great deal better. She knew that. But why wouldn’t she?
“Only those who actually take the time to get to know me get to know what anything more of me. I like it that way. Thank you very much.” She took a deep breath attempting to calm herself down as she took her hand off the door.
“The costumes protect me from jerks like you.”
Normally she didn’t care what people said about her. She was used to people finding her weird, strange, creepy, nerdy, you name it. She’d been called almost every name in the book before she even knew ivypoint existed.
And for one thing, most of the people around here had a little more tact, to say the least. But she wouldn’t bring that up. She’d only look like a hypocrite. She’d dealt with enough of that in t he past, and if anything, that was something she wasn’t.
“Oh, and incase you were wondering, that was me. Not the costume.” She turned away again, wanting to have the last word. “You’ll learn soon, I hope. Rarity is a nag, I however am not. I only treat people how they treat me. You’re rude to me, I’m rude to you.” She held her head high, ready to make her exit.
Hopefully next time she’d be stopping by on somebody else’s shift.
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Post by Major Blue on Oct 2, 2012 21:18:42 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=style, background: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/av050n.jpg) repeat; padding: 10px; border-radius:3em; -moz-border-radius:3em; border: 4px solid #E9E9E9;][atrb=width,459,true] [STYLE= width: 474px; border-top: 10px solid #C3C3C3; border-bottom: 10px solid #C3C3C3; color: #626274; border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 395px; background-color:#EFEFEF; padding: 20px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana][STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius:2em; border: 5px solid #D6D6D6; float: left; Background:url(http://i.imgur.com/dwd0R.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-right: 8px; margin-left: -1px;] [/style] [STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 220px; background: #D6D6D6; color:#131313; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; padding: 2px; padding-left: 150px; padding-right: 14px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 6px;margin-left:10px; margin-top: 12px;]Jung-HeeSahng[/style]Still she persisted. It seemed like he was getting through that costume of hers. Good. Good. He wanted to make his point as sharp and precise as possible. Like a sharp spear through that armor of hers. And by this time, that armor didn't seem as thick as she put off. But everything he threw at her, she had more to throw back. Jung-Hee never had this problem. He didn't know how to deal with it at all. He only knew how to fight back, not compromise. It was what he was raised to do, was it not?
He merely furrowed his brow and glared at Emma. She had her defenses and so did he. His didn't include costumes or alter personalities, however. Deep down, he really did commend her for making all those costumes for her and the people who appreciated them. Jung-Hee almost envied that. No, no he did envy it. He didn't have anyone left to appreciate him or have anyone to appreciate. Which is why he was so bitter at such a young age. He was guarded, aloof most of the time. Social contact was scary to him. Most of the time he feared that making friends would only end in tragedy. They would end up like his brother, and probably the rest of his family back home. That gang... That gang they were beefing with for so long was so much bigger than they were. After so many months of contemplating alone, there was no doubt in Jung-Hee's mind that they were all gone.
He felt something well up in his eyes. Tears? No, it couldn't be. He wouldn't cry in front of her. Or anybody! He was stronger than that. He wasn't a little kid anymore where crying was expected of him! But... he didn't have a retort. No comeback, no retaliation. Nothing. Jung-Hee found himself averting his gaze with a forceful jerk of his head, turning away from Emma in defeat. He hated being defeated. Like this, where he just couldn't win. It was rather pitiful.
"Get lost already if you're done nagging me." he growled, having nothing further to say. Seemed like this day could only go down hill from here.
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Post by LADY CHESHIRE on Oct 4, 2012 20:32:11 GMT -8
Emma Iris looked back at his glare. If looks could kill, he probably would have killed millions by now. Emma raised her eyebrows, biting her upper lip and walking out the door. Why did she feel so hurt? She was the one who said the more hurtful things.
It reminded her of being back home, with her brothers, and the weekends with her Dad.
But something was different about Jung-Hee. It just didn’t seem his character to be the kind of person she grew up with.
She got out of sight, to the point where she could see him, but he couldn’t see her. He was hiding something. They both had their secrets, and even though she had no right to pry, her curiosity got the best of her. It probably wasn’t worth it to wait here anyways, and it looked like it was about to rain. She looked up at the sky as the dark clouds moved in. A storm? No. It looked like it would just be some heavy rain for the next few hours. Not really a bad thing, it just meant more time for her to sit inside and do her own thing.
As the raindrops started falling on her head, she knew it was her turn to really depart. She’d find what she was looking for eventually. It just looked like today wasn’t her day. She sighed, and headed back to the place she shared with the town’s tailor, a pang in her chest that could only be caused by the guilt she felt.
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Post by Major Blue on Oct 5, 2012 14:21:27 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=style, background: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/av050n.jpg) repeat; padding: 10px; border-radius:3em; -moz-border-radius:3em; border: 4px solid #E9E9E9;][atrb=width,459,true] [STYLE= width: 474px; border-top: 10px solid #C3C3C3; border-bottom: 10px solid #C3C3C3; color: #626274; border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 395px; background-color:#EFEFEF; padding: 20px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana][STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius:2em; border: 5px solid #D6D6D6; float: left; Background:url(http://i.imgur.com/dwd0R.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-right: 8px; margin-left: -1px;] [/style] [STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 220px; background: #D6D6D6; color:#131313; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; padding: 2px; padding-left: 150px; padding-right: 14px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 6px;margin-left:10px; margin-top: 12px;]Jung-HeeSahng[/style]He didn't feel sorry. He didn't regret saying anything he said. Regrets caused hesitation. Hesitation showed fear of moving on. And that displayed weakness. Jung-Hee was in no way weak. And he didn't want anyone taking him to be as such. When he was younger, he hoped to get out of the life he was in. To live peacefully alone with his big brother. Screw everyone and everything else. They world had abandoned them so it was their turn right? He wanted to get out of that awful place. But not like this. Jung-Hee wanted to enjoy life with his brother. Not alone. He hated being alone. Fending for himself was hard. It was stressful and people like her weren't helping! No one was helping!
That's right. Because no one cared. Jung-Hee learned that the hard way. That's why when the realization hit him, it didn't hurt as much as it would have before. He didn't need Emma or anyone else on this stupid peninsula. Him alone was more than enough to get by. Even if he had to continue to live alone like this. Just like this.
Jung-Hee went on with preparing Emma's things, the fact that he was being watched totally unknown to the pale haired male. Once he was done with the task he leaned against the front counter again. Jung-Hee rested his head on his arms, sighing deeply. Why was everything so unnecessarily hard? Why couldn't he have a network of friends like Emma seemed to have? How come he couldn't just be happy? Emma almost embodied everything he wanted. And she held onto what she had faithfully. Whilst Jung-Hee had no one. He was in the wrong for getting on her case, and she was right for getting on his. He was unnecessarily bitter to everyone. And that's why he had no one.
Jung-Hee ran his fingers through his hair, the stress starting to well up in his head and cause a migraine. The rain starting up would certainly muddy his path home. In his good shoes. Why'd he even bother... Jeeze.
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Post by LADY CHESHIRE on Oct 5, 2012 15:04:42 GMT -8
For the next few days, Emma did her best to be in and out of the post office as quickly as possible. She picked her characters quickly, or just wore something steampunk or Lolita styled. Either way, still in costume.
The packages weren’t as numerous, and her characters not talkative, so she tried to not let the awkward silence get to her. She really did feel bad for what she had done. Did she really hurt him that badly? Half of what she said in character just came out without her control, but for somebody who didn’t know her that could get annoying and just… Bothersome.
Most of the people around here would laugh, just knowing she was in costume. Jung-Hee was the first since before she got to Ivypoint that took something like that so personally. She had to do something to at least break the silence.
A peace treaty.
She’d end this war… But how? She barely knew Jung-Hee. She couldn’t really make him anything… She didn’t know his measurements, and well, he didn’t seem to be the type of person to wear the stuff from her webstore.
What could she do… If she had known him long enough, knew what music he listened to, or just anything at all about him (Besides that he was a moody mailman) she’d be set… But…
One day on her way home from dropping things off to be shipped, she had an idea. He had said something about being herself right? Something like that. When she got back to her house, she found one of the cute little gift boxes she usually used for people who were repeat customers, friends, or just people who spent a ton of money. In it she put a few things.
One volume of manga, Blue exorcist volume one. He kinda reminded her of the main character. Moody, misunderstood and all that jazz. It was one of her favourites, so it hurt a little to part with it but whatever. She’d just order a new one. She put in a small good luck charm she’d made with a four leaf clover she found while out one day, and a little plush raccoon dog she’d made while thinking of what else to make.
With all of that, she left a note. It took her a while to write, but it was better than attempting to tell him all of this in person. That never worked out too well for her. She could get her thoughts out on paper a lot better than improving on the spot with the person. Their encounter while she was dressed as Rarity was enough proof of that.
She folded the note up neatly, signing the bottom and putting it in an envelope, closing it with a little peace sign sticker.
She closed the box, sticking the envelope to the top, with his name printed on the front. She took the box with her the next day, leaving it with her other items like a normal package. Hopefully her attempt at a treaty would work. It was kind of lame, but she didn’t know what else to do… Bake cookies? She didn’t want to make a mess of the kitchen, and get stuff on her hands that might get on the dresses and fabrics that were just about everywhere in her and Lume’s home.
“Dear Jung-Hee,
You might find this weird, but this is my attempt to say sorry. I didn’t know what to put in this box, so I just put in a few things that kind of describe me? Theres some things I like, a volume of my favourite manga, and just some stuff that I thought worked.
I don’t really know what to say here, but we were both in the wrong, and I feel bad, okay? So can we maybe just like… Start over? I’d like that, because I’m pretty sure theres more to you than just the moody mailman I see all the time. I don’t want to be enemies. I don’t like having people not like me. I know that sounds selfish, but it just makes things feel awkward for me.
I want to be your friend, and I promise if you accept my peace treaty, no more naggy ponies. And when you’re off sometime maybe we could hang out or something? I could show you some cool places around here. I’ve been here a few years now, so if theres a place I don’t know, its probably up a mountain or something.
Sincerely and apologetically and just seriously as sorry as I could possibly be,
- Emma Iris”
She hoped the letter was enough. It felt a little awkwardly worded to her, but she barely knew the guy. How else was it going to sound?
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Post by Major Blue on Oct 5, 2012 16:02:58 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=style, background: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/av050n.jpg) repeat; padding: 10px; border-radius:3em; -moz-border-radius:3em; border: 4px solid #E9E9E9;][atrb=width,459,true] [STYLE= width: 474px; border-top: 10px solid #C3C3C3; border-bottom: 10px solid #C3C3C3; color: #626274; border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 395px; background-color:#EFEFEF; padding: 20px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana][STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius:2em; border: 5px solid #D6D6D6; float: left; Background:url(http://i.imgur.com/dwd0R.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-right: 8px; margin-left: -1px;] [/style] [STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 220px; background: #D6D6D6; color:#131313; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; padding: 2px; padding-left: 150px; padding-right: 14px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 6px;margin-left:10px; margin-top: 12px;]Jung-HeeSahng[/style]Some time had passed since that unfortunate encounter with the cosplaying diva Emma Iris. He went home that day sort of depressed. He didn't know it hit him that hard until he got home and just... shut down. Jeeze, what was wrong with him? He was that fragile nowadays? The littlest things stressed him out and upset him. The things Emma said cut deep for whatever reason. Probably because she spoke the truth. Something that Jung-Hee certainly needed to be told. No one had ever spoken to him like she did. And it really, really, bothered him. But perhaps it was the good bother...? Hell, he didn't know.
Jung-Hee rolled out of bed, forcing himself to get up and prepare for another dull day of work. Luckily he got someone out there today to distribute the mail. He sure as hell wasn't doing it if he had the option not to. He sighed, putting on a simple t-shirt and jeans today. He wasn't going to look fancy just to sit behind a desk and wait for people to give him their mail. And he didn't make anyone else wear a stupid uniform unless they were going outside on duty.
He set off to the office, unlocking the doors and settling down to look at today's paperwork. Not that much as usual. So in less than an hour he'd be sitting around looking stupid in the face. Like yesterday. And the day before. And the day before that. God he hated this job with a burning passion like no other!
Jung-Hee glanced up, a familiar figure making her way inside. Her again. Emma. She had come several times after their disagreement. And he could tell that she was keeping her visits as few and far between as possible, and not saying much when she did come. Whether that was a good or bad thing, Jung-Hee didn't know and didn't care enough to find out. But one day, today, something happened quite out of the norm...
Within the several items Emma had left, was an item addressed to... him? Jung-Hee read over the name again. And again. A third time to let it sink in. This were really for him? What could she possibly have to give an asshole like him? He opened the envelope, reading the letter carefully. An apology note? But what was the rest of this inside this box? He opened it, looking inside to see a copy of Blue Exorcist, a raccoon dog plush and a good luck charm. Looking over the items, Jung-Hee felt nothing less than guilt. She had went to an effort of making a peaceful truce, while he held a grudge the whole while. What was wrong with him? Jung-Hee sighed, picking up the tenuki plush and carefully petting it, as if it were an actual creature.
A frown fell on his lips, a cold ball of guilt welling up in his stomach. He had to return the favor. Had to. With that, Jung-Hee sat the plush back inside the box and put it atop his desk behind the counter. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and began writing. He'd make sure this letter went out to Emma today. Even if he had to do it himself.
"Gamsahabnida (Thank you) for the gifts. And I apologize for being such a douche the other day. You didn't deserve the things I said. But... You were right. I do need to be nicer to my customers. No one comes to a post office to be bitched at. I'll return the effort and try my best to be... welcoming.
I really like raccoon dogs as well. They're actually my favorite animal as cheese-ball as that sounds... Ah, I'm rambling. Sorry. I'll get you something as well.
Sincerely, Jung-Hee Jiyong Sahng"
Jung-Hee carefully folded the letter, slipping it into a navy blue envelope. He only used these when he was sending the letter personally. Addressing it properly to Emma, he called up his mailman to get the letter to it's destination pronto. After it was gone, he began to think of the possible things he could purchase for Emma...
She was really into anime and manga, it seemed. Blue Exorcist especially. Perhaps he could find an Okumura Rin plush online or something... Yeah. He'd look into that. Definitely.
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Post by LADY CHESHIRE on Oct 5, 2012 19:12:07 GMT -8
Emma Iris made her way through the door, taking off her shoes and heading to her part of the sewing room. On the way there, she too her wig off along with the black mesh wig cap. She loved her costumes, but when she was at home working, she just seemed to think better without all of it squeezing her head.
She hoped the letter worked, that’s all she could say. She shook out her head, letting her curly brown hair fall to her shoulders in an odd mess. It hadn’t been cut in a while, but that didn’t really matter with all the wigs she wore. There were only a few cosplays she could do with her real hair, and they weren’t that fun anyways.
Her table was a mess, that was for sure. It was one of the things that Lume lectured her on frequently, but she had so many orders due in such a short time around this time of year that it was just something she couldn’t get around to. Besides scraps of fabric, half made plushies, finished products just waiting for her to sign the tags of and package up, there were pieces she was working on for herself. A shelf of wigs to be styled, and things of the likes all around her little space.
She was so lucky to have Lumiere as her mentor. She was lucky to have the bond that they had built. If it weren’t for him, she would have had no place to go when she cousin left. It for a while looked like she was going to have to go back “Home” to her so called family.
It wasn’t that she didn’t care for her family. Her dad and her had a complicated relationship, and it had been that way for a while. But Emma Iris had always had her mom. Her Mom, Her brothers, and sister. But when her mom’s boyfriend came into the picture, things changed. Her mom wouldn’t listen to reason, and it got to the point where she just had to leave. The stress of being in that chaotic house was already bad, but at least she could keep a decent grade average. But before she left, she had been failing classes, her self esteem was dropping as a side effect, and she pretty much lost the one parental figure she still had to hold onto.
She still talked to her family once in a while, but it was awkward. She was better off on her own, or well no. Emma Iris wasn’t on her own. She had her friends, and Lumiere had pretty much grown to be a brother figure of her’s. Why else would he let her take up space in his home?
She didn’t know if she wanted to live in Ivypoint forever, but for the time being it was perfect for her. She could do what she liked, and not get made fun of (Most of the time). She had places to just sit and relax.
She sat down in her chair, leaning backwards like school teachers always warned you not to do… What to do now? She looked over at her computer screen seeing a list of orders she had still yet to complete… But she was just feeling lazy today. Maybe she’d take a nap or read a book. Or there was youtube, and the rest of the internet… But she was too worn out for that.
She went to the washroom, wiping off her face makeup before heading to her room. Why was she so exhausted? It wasn’t like she’d just jogged a mile on heels or anything, even if that was what it felt like. She picked one of her favourite books from her shelf, slipping on her headphones. It didn’t take long before she was face first in the book asleep.
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Post by Major Blue on Oct 5, 2012 19:40:53 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=style, background: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/av050n.jpg) repeat; padding: 10px; border-radius:3em; -moz-border-radius:3em; border: 4px solid #E9E9E9;][atrb=width,459,true] [STYLE= width: 474px; border-top: 10px solid #C3C3C3; border-bottom: 10px solid #C3C3C3; color: #626274; border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 395px; background-color:#EFEFEF; padding: 20px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana][STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius:2em; border: 5px solid #D6D6D6; float: left; Background:url(http://i.imgur.com/dwd0R.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-right: 8px; margin-left: -1px;] [/style] [STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 220px; background: #D6D6D6; color:#131313; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; padding: 2px; padding-left: 150px; padding-right: 14px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 6px;margin-left:10px; margin-top: 12px;]Jung-HeeSahng[/style]Today was turning out a little better than he initially expected. With his new tanuki plush sitting on his desk, he was a little bit brighter than usual. A regular customer came in and asked him why he looked so unusually peppy. He hadn't noticed his rise in mood until the man had pointed it out. But Jung-Hee being his normal self dismissed the observation quickly. After the customer left, Jung-Hee did notice that his new gifts were the cause of his new found mood.
However, his mailman calling him back put a slight damper on that mood. He had been informed that something at home came up and the current mailman had to leave duty early. Without delivering the letter Jung-Hee gave him. He'd have to do it himself! Dammit, that mean going outside and he hated the outside. In Ivy Point there were a multitude of open areas of which made Jung-Hee incredibly uncomfortable. But... Emma had to get this letter! Augh, he never thought he'd be going against his fears for a chick. But... oh well.
Jung-Hee grabbed the keys to the office and left a sign up on the door that would tell visitors to leave their mail in the box near the door outside. He locked the door and set out with the navy blue envelope in hand. Dismissing his extreme uneasiness of being outside alone, he made his way to Emma's house. On the way he debated whether to hand deliver it or put it in her mailbox. But now that he was coming in person he might as well just tell her himself! The letter was pretty much null and void... Gah! Whatever.
Before he knew it, he was standing at her door. Jung-Hee blinked dumbly at the door, debating whether to knock. He spent about a good ten minutes thinking. Then something possessed him to knock. What was he so nervous about? It was just Emma... Right? Nothing but a mere acquaintance! But he was still nervous...
Jung-Hee breathed in deeply, trying to seem as confident as possible. Maybe not too confident... He didn't want to seem like an asshole or something. Crap what was he thinking? He should have just put it in her mailbox and called it a day!
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Post by LADY CHESHIRE on Oct 5, 2012 20:05:19 GMT -8
Emma had been pretty sound asleep when Jung-Hee knocked on the door. Her music wasn’t on too loud, so the knock was still enough to wake her from her little nap.
She sat up quickly, making her a little dizzy. She rubbed her eyes and ran a hand through her hair.
… Her hair.
FUCK.
There was somebody at the door, and she wasn’t ready for visitors right now… What was she supposed to do? She was 98% sure that Lumiere was out doing something, so she had to get the door obviously. Her eyes widened in panic, looking around for anything… She grabbed a wig cap from her drawer, and picked up the closest wig to where she was standing. It was a short purple wig, with large ringlets. There was no time for contacts or makeup now, so she grabbed her thick rimmed red glasses and headed down to the door. Well, at least the outfit she was wearing today was generic enough. She had been too lazy to change before taking her nap, so she still wore the gold and pink dress, but her feet were bare and nothing really matched…
but then again, it was better than terrifying somebody with the monster that was her real hair. It liked to do its own thing, and never played along anymore… but that’s really what you get when you brush it back to put it in a wig all the time.
She ran down the stairs, her face showing that she was still fairly tired and out of it. She hoped she hadn’t taken too long, she tried to rush… but whoever it was, she hoped that they had waited… If it was important enough to wake her up, it had better be important enough for the person to stay a few minutes waiting.
She opened the door, yawning and looking out into the autumn landscape, seeing along with it Jung-Hee. “H-Hey,” She smiled nervously, her eyebrows raised, as her aqua eyes peered through the clear lenses of her glasses.
H-He wasn’t mad at her, was he? He didn’t look upset… at least with her- That was a good sign, right? The frazzelled girl stood there awkwardly, opening the door widly. “Y-you wanna come in? Its kinda chilly today…” She mumbled the last bit, still only waking up.
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