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Post by Kanashimi Oukoku on Oct 10, 2009 10:15:52 GMT 9
 Sometimes I can see
FRAGMENTS OF THE FORMER ME.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center] Sometimes, he finds himself lying in the grass, wind blowing holes into his skin; tears dripping from the corners of his eyes and going down the paths already created for them. Sometimes he finds himself lying there and not crying at all, not hurting, not being destroyed by the man who's caused so much pain in his life. Sometimes he finds himself looking at all the little insects, wishing, longing to be them and living just for life, living because there's nothing else to do, living because that was what he was created for. He'd watch with fascination as those insects climbed his fingers, moved from the tips up towards his palm and sometimes up his arm, and he wouldn't mind. If he's lucky, he'll spot a frog, a rabbit, an animal rather than an insect. And if they're dead, he'll bury them, he'll create a little grave for them and make it look like they were never there, so finally they can rest in peace.
Now, Kanashimi finds himself standing outside of the college, thin body leaning against the outside wall of the gate; green eyes dark and shadowed by the sun. His forehead rests on his knees, his arms drawing them closer to his chest, and he finds no reason to get up. Kanashimi is tired, and he doesn't want to move. He doesn't want to go home and fall victim to the pills again, the things that make him sleep and forget and stop acting like such a child. The boy's head lifts slightly and he looks up at the clouds, waiting for them to darken and drip tears onto the top of his head. If the sky cries, then he will cry, because the raindrops will wash away the tears.
Kanashimi bites his lower lip.
He does not want to go home. [/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/center]
TAGGED! anyone~
WORD COUNT! /shrugs
LISTENING TO! the cpu
NOTES! short starter is short >> |
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Post by Tachibana Natsumi on Oct 10, 2009 12:03:08 GMT 9
 WHAT HURTS THE MOSTIS BEING SO CLOSEAND HAVING SO MUCH TO SAY* * *hey there, KANASHIMI, thanks so much for roleplaying with me! there are ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-FOUR words in my post! i gotta give all the credit to SAYURI ** for this rockin' graphic and post template. the current post is most probably COMPLETE! * * *
" Ichi-nii! Don't go, please?! " Natsumi yelled after her now ex-boyfriend Ichi Nikagawa. He had seen her with Rui and looked too much into it. Unfortunately for her, she couldn't tell him the real reason for her spending so much time with Rui because not only would he refuse to believe it, he would think she was a horrible liar.
Ichi just brushed her off and locked her out of his dorm. She stood, silent in the hallway for a few moments before turning and running out the double, glass doors and around a corner into a less populated area where she could cry without stares.
Suddenly, though, she face-planted after tripping over something. The shady area made it difficult for her to see after she finally raised her head up but soon she could make out the silhouette of a boy who looked a few years younger than her. She sat up straight and groaned in between the sobs, " S-s-sorr-y " Hugging her knees, she sobbed desperately and buried her face in her bare legs.
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Post by Kanashimi Oukoku on Oct 11, 2009 10:47:05 GMT 9
Sometimes I can see
FRAGMENTS OF THE FORMER ME.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/center] Kanashimi's body remains leaning against the wall, forehead on his knees and lips pressing together to form a thin line. His head hurts again, pains him to continue moving forward, and when the boy finally lifts his head he feels something (human? Something human?) trip over him. The boy briefly registers it to be a girl, a female, and he blinks hard, once, twice. The part of his body she tripped on still throbs, the impact having been great, but it's possible the girl is hurting more. Kanashimi crawls over to her, blinking.
"It's okay." [/color] Kanashimi's voice is quiet, but his child-like mind allows him to truly care, to be compassionate; and the boy's fingers move to gently brush her locks. They're surprisingly different from his mother's, his mother's being a dark shade of black. He tilts his head to the side slightly, curiosity seeming to take hold of him, the deep curiosity of a mentally retarded teenager. "I cry a lot, and it's always awful. But it feels better after. It's always best, though, if you have someone to cry with. Do you want me to stay here with you?"[/color] he asks, voice innocent and sweet, green eyes seeming to have the same sparkle as that of a young boy the age of three. Kanashimi moves to sit, now, indian-style, right in front of her. "I don't mind. I like company."[/color][/blockquote][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/center]
TAGGED! natsumiii<3
WORD COUNT! two three two O:
LISTENING TO! the cpu, again
NOTES! kanashimi's like a little baby! >//<; |
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Post by Tachibana Natsumi on Oct 11, 2009 11:26:38 GMT 9
WHAT HURTS THE MOSTIS BEING SO CLOSEAND HAVING SO MUCH TO SAY* * *hey there, KANASHIMI, thanks so much for roleplaying with me! there are ONE-HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-FOUR words in my post! i gotta give all the credit to SAYURI ** for this rockin' graphic and post template. the current post is most probably COMPLETE! * * *
Natsumi looked at him through watery eyes, his blurred image would make anyone laugh, anyone except for Natsumi, that is. She muffled a heavy sob that shook her entire body.
After a moment, though, the sobs had diminished into a silent trickle of tears down her cheeks. She took note of the boy running his fingers through her light auburn hair, " It's okay, I shouldn't make you stay here and take care of me. I'll be over him tomorrow and be on the prowl again! " Natsumi winked at him, another tear escaped and slid down her cheek.
Now that she could make out the boy, she noticed he was probably much younger than her, by at least three years. She pulled away from him slightly and sat on her knees, smoothing out her skirt to make sure her underwear wasn't showing, " What is it the makes you cry a lot? " She asked, putting up a smile that looked genuine. One of the many perks of being a model was the ability to change your mood almost at will.
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Post by Kanashimi Oukoku on Oct 11, 2009 19:48:48 GMT 9
Sometimes I can see
FRAGMENTS OF THE FORMER ME.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/center] Kanashimi isn't used to seeing anyone cry, only knowing what it was like to see himself. The thought that anyone else could give in to such a horrid feeling is disturbing and frightening, and he wonders how many people cry the same time he does. Do they have someone hurting them, too? Are they scared, too? Do they feel like killing, too? Murdering? Stabbing and attacking and doing things God said no to? The boy isn't sure, and he doesn't know whether he ever will be.
He bites on his lower lip for a second, before finally getting his mind functioning as best it can to comprehend her words.
"I'm not going anywhere," [/color] he murmurs, index finger lifting to gently scratch his cheek. Kanashimi's tongue darts out to lick lips chapped dry, and he lifts his head from the angle made in order to look down at the ground; green eyes holding the spark of innocent meant to be lost years back. He blinks at her question. Nobody ever asks him questions. Kanashimi's hands move to rest on either of his thighs, left on left, right on right. He looks downward, biting on his lower lip again. If he bites hard enough, it will bleed. "Many, many things,"[/color] he answers, fingers curling and uncurling on the denim material used for his lower garments. A little drop of blood drips from his lower lip, and he swipes it away with his tongue. "They all hurt me."[/color][/blockquote][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/center]
TAGGED! that one chick
WORD COUNT! two four five xD;
LISTENING TO! rooftop - alan menken
NOTES! sobbb ;; |
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Post by Tachibana Natsumi on Oct 13, 2009 13:12:21 GMT 9
WHAT HURTS THE MOSTIS BEING SO CLOSEAND HAVING SO MUCH TO SAY* * *hey there, KANASHIMI, thanks so much for roleplaying with me! there are ONE-HUNDRED AND NINETY-FOUR words in my post! i gotta give all the credit to SAYURI ** for this rockin' graphic and post template. the current post is most probably COMPLETE! but, i must say, THIS POST WAS SUPER SHORT! SORRY!!!! * * *
It was strange to Natsumi, that the boy who was sitting all alone seemed to be more distressed than she was just by thinking about his hardships. It made her want to hugh him but she expertly restrained as the tears resided and her face started to burn with the drying of tears. She quickly swiped the remaining salty water from her face and smile kindly, " What do you mean by all? "
She was curious about the boy, as she was with any new person she had met, and hoped that by 'all' he didn't mean people like his family or his friends. If he did, Natsumi couldn't imagine a world where family and friends inflicted pain rather than provided support. What a sad, pitiful kind of place that must be.
With her imagination reeling, Natsumi didn't notice the blood that dripped from his abused lower lip before it was wiped clean. By the time she had pulled herself back to the reality she had faced without Ichi, she realized it wasn't such a big loss and that would easily get over him, as she did with many a man before.
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Post by Kanashimi Oukoku on Oct 13, 2009 18:19:44 GMT 9
Sometimes I can see
FRAGMENTS OF THE FORMER ME.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/center] More questions.
People don't ask him questions, they think his opinions mean nothing, and Kanashimi's eyes widen just slightly before returning to their regular shape and regular size. He coughs, hand balled into a fist and placed in front of his lips, and then lets a gentle, slow smile cross his features. This girl's smile is infectious, and he doesn't know who she is. Kanashimi's mother told him not to talk to strangers.
"Momma said not to talk to strangers, so. My name's Kanashimi. Kanashimi Oukoku. When you give me your name, we won't be strangers anymore," [/color] he says, sticking his hand out, seeing the trail the hot tears had made on the female's face, blinking once - twice. Kanashimi doesn't know whether he's been talked about for being the youngest in said college, but the boy thinks that it'd be polite to give his name. His smile is still small in comparison to the girl's, and it's shameful, because it goes to show just how sad the boy is. He blinks once more and remembers that she's asked him a question. "I'm sorry. I forgot you asked me something. And by all, I mean everything. That's what you mean by it, right? Everything? My step-father is horrible, so is my nurse-maid, the pills, my home, having to go to school, the headaches, the migraines, the motorcar that knocked me over, everything. But momma told me not to give up, or I'll be, in a sense, being killed by my fears. And she says that's not nice."[/color] Kanashimi sucks his bottom lip in.[/blockquote][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/center]
TAGGED! dadada <3
WORD COUNT! too lazy to check
LISTENING TO! escape from snyder - j.a.c. redford
NOTES! we're not strangers anymore 8D |
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Post by Tachibana Natsumi on Oct 14, 2009 11:54:40 GMT 9
WHAT HURTS THE MOSTIS BEING SO CLOSEAND HAVING SO MUCH TO SAY* * *hey there, KANASHIMI, thanks so much for roleplaying with me! there are ONE-HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SIX words in my post! i gotta give all the credit to SAYURI ** for this rockin' graphic and post template. the current post is most probably COMPLETE! but, i must say, HE'S SO CUTE ^_^!!! * * *
Natsumi giggled, " Well your mother is very right, Kanashimi-kun. My name is Natsumi, Tachibana Natsumi. " She leaned forward a little and smiled, " Now you won't get in trouble for talking to me, right? " Natsumi found Kanashimi an interesting and comforting person to converse with and the thought made her smile wider.
As she listened to his answer, her smile faded slightly but was quickly rejuvinated, " Not everything is bad, Kanashimi-kun! You must love your Mamma very much, right? Is she bad, too? " Her mind went to thoughts of her late mother and tears threatened to spring up in her eyes again. But for the sake of her little friend, she held them in and forced a smile.
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Post by Kanashimi Oukoku on Oct 14, 2009 18:27:10 GMT 9
Sometimes I can see
FRAGMENTS OF THE FORMER ME.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/center] Kanashimi keeps that name into his memory - Natsumi. He's better with faces, not names, but he'll try his best to remember her. He can't remember the last time anyone's ever talked to him as an equal, and it's safe to say that he's using this one experience to his advantage. His fingers curl around one of his dark locks, and he licks his lower lip. The wound stings when he touches it, but he doesn't seem to mind.
"No," [/color] he answers with a little nod, little, soft smile forming on his face. "She'll understand that we're not strangers anymore. She's a very caring person."[/color] The boy finds himself tilting his head just a little when she says something about his mother, and almost immediately he feels that uncomfortable warmth drawing into his eyes - the sign of tears, that he's going to cry. He coughs, draws it back, and then nods. "I love my momma very much, but I saw her soul go up into heaven,"[/color] Kanashimi answers, not knowing that that bright light he'd seen the day of her burial was lightning. He'd thought it was her soul - joining the larger soul of nature, and holds firm to that belief. The boy uses his index finger to wipe away a tear threatening to fall down. "She's happier, now. I know it."[/color] His smile is heart-breaking, tear-jerking; but sweet and true - head tilting to the side just slightly.[/blockquote][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/center]
TAGGED! my luff~ xD
WORD COUNT! two four one :)
LISTENING TO! kiss from a rose - seal
NOTES! ahaha, you really think so? <3 i'm aiming for cute. ;3 |
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