im sure some of you wouldn't mind some midnight mingling at mochavine
*takes too much pride at her attempt at some amazing alliteration*
*takes too much pride at her attempt at some amazing alliteration*
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Aya Kagamine
• A Night at Mochavine •
It seemed that the heavily breathing woman was, well, fine after all. Just a simple roll of the ankle while she was running. And hey, at least Aya had done her deed scaring away the pigeons properly, according to this young woman. It was an odd thing for her to say, but oddly a little reassuring. The nod that the giant of a man gave to her was also quite reassuring. She didn't intend to cause such a scene, she just wanted to… chase pigeons. Without anybody seeing her. And without getting angry at said person seeing her.
At least now, the heartfelt embarrassment from before washed away to Aya's shore of other embarrassing moments. Uttering a swift goodbye to the red haired giant and the silver haired man who was only slightly taller than her, Aya managed to break through into the busy streets in less than two minutes. Thank God for her spindly spider legs.
The rest of Aya's day off would hurry along just as she had predicted: spending a bit too much money at the convenience store, spending even more money at an on sale clothing store, hiding in her favourite corner of a nearby bookstore, and eventually reflecting back on said previous events and complaining about how the day went way too quickly. Seriously, it was carefree days like this that passed so fast it was undoubtedly unfair.
Once she had stumbled into her apartment and collapsed into her bed, Aya let out a long, heavy sigh. It wasn't just the huge amount of bag carrying that seemed to tire her, though. Just the thought of what happened in the morning seemed to pull her at her brain in completely different directions.
Aya would then spend the rest of her oh so valuable hours snuggled up in her bed, scrolling through useless websites on her phone and impaling her eardrums with a wonderful array of songs. She wouldn't realise how fast time had passed until she woke up from her nap at around eight in the evening. She hadn't actually realised that she had fallen asleep either. All that embracing heat under her bed covers was enough to put Aya under a God-knows-how-many-hours long sleep. But, now that she had recovered from her mad mess of a morning and her amazingly average afternoon, what else was there to do? She was feeling quite restless and weirdly empty now, and the sun was beginning to set as she mentally spoke.
To relieve herself from her restlessness, Aya decided another stroll in the park would be fulfilling. It was still bright enough for her to walk around without her tripping over her own two feet in the dark, and it wasn't like she was going to get roasted again in today's chosen outfit. Hopefully the temperature would have cooled down a little to the point where Aya didn't feel like she was walking around in a giant sauna.
So, a short stroll in the park (again) it was. And when Aya meant short, she meant short. Her giraffe legs managed to carry her around around the park rapidly, and soon enough she found herself in the same spot where she had scared away the pigeons. The egg sandwich was still there, too. Aya could feel the hairs on her neck prickle up. Funnily enough, the music she had been listening to through her earphones decided to drop some intense battle music, which was literally calling Aya to start some sort of fight with this rotting piece of egg and bread. She didn't, of course. That would be silly, and less logical than chasing a bunch of pigeons into oblivion.
A short stroll in the park wouldn't be enough to satisfy Aya, however. There had to be something else, something else that would make this evening totally worth it. Heck, she was even crazy enough to consider trying out Club Lush downtown, seeing all the hype in its advertisements and visitors. But she wasn't a fan of whipping her head around to music in a vast crowd of people she didn't even know. She preferred whipping her head around to music alone and out of sight. Maybe a night at Mochavine would be a much better decision.
Mochavine was always a place Aya could linger around if she needed some peace and quiet. Sure, it wasn't always quiet, but she cherished the moments that were. Accompanied with a cappuccino in her hand and music smoothing out her clustered mind, it was the perfect place for her to relax and write.
It was late, but Aya didn't care. She sat down at a small table with a cappuccino in her hand and music smoothing out her clustered mind, sighing softly after each sip of her drink. Her whole body felt warm and fuzzy, as if she was wearing one of her large wooly jumpers at the back of her wardrobe. The heartwarming cappuccino just gave her a sense of tranquility and peace, and the feeling that this evening wouldn't be turned upside down by a flock of pigeons and a stinking egg sandwich.
Ooh, quite interested
@sakurasan I'd be up for one too :)
Aya can totally engrish
Aya Kagamine
• Shiny Park Shenanigans •
No. No. Absolutely no. This was not good. Not at all. Aya's face went as red as the hat on her head, clearly telling this blue haired lady that was currently poking her nose into the punctured egg sandwich that the interaction that was sure to follow was a no-go. Right now, Aya just wanted to sprint off as quick as her long spider legs could take her (which would be quite far, actually). But also, right now, Aya just wanted to wash away her Saturday beret coloured face and give this lady a totally calm explanation as to why she should, well, piss off, really. Towering over her as best as she could (this blue person being around an inch smaller than Aya didn't make it any easier) and narrowing her eyes into a menacing glare, Aya said,
"H-Hey, you… You forget what you saw! You… need to go! Right now!"
Aya had forgotten how hard it was to act as threatening when she was 'cursing' people off on English. The English language was not her mother tongue, and while she was stellar at reading and writing, speaking was just awkward for her. Surprisingly, she found it more difficult to converse with someone casually rather than tending to customers as a cashier using the same phrases over and over again. Not only that, but it had been quite a while since Aya had spoken to someone directly whilst not behind the counter.
But also, right now, this blue haired lady didn't look like she was going to be saying anything back any time soon. Actually, she looked more like she was about to faceplant into that egg sandwich any second now.
"Are… Are you all right?"
Ah. Her Japanese accent was beginning to make its unwanted appearance too.
And by the looks of things, a colossal man with hair redder than her beret was also making an unwanted appearance. He didn't seem to be concerned about Aya though, looking towards the blue haired lady instead.
That was the morning of her day off ruined, then.
"Madame, I... could you tell me what happened here, with this woman? Is...is everything alright?"
Great. Another invasion. Wait, wasn't that the silvery haired and taller than average man (according to Aya's standards, seeing as she didn't come across men who exceeded her height very often) who's dog she had almost ran over a few minutes ago? Wait…
Had he been watching too?
"Y-Yes, everything is all right. She is just… I do not know… Tired?"
Gah, this has become too awkward…
She glanced away after attempting to make eye contact with the man, tugging her beret down a little. She then stole a look at the exhausted girl and the giant muscleman, looking a bit concerned herself. Not to mention a little guilty after shouting at a girl who was probably on the verge of collapsing.
"You… You are okay, right?" Aya asked. Her head would turn slightly to face the silver haired man, and again to the heavily breathing lady.
@MyCatGinger@Narcotic Dollie@Saarebas
in the process of making a super cringey and awkward post
aya does not like it when people tell birds to shit on her pwecious hats
aya does not like it when people tell birds to shit on her pwecious hats
y'all are free to mingle with Aya in the park (but she probably won't be too happy to see someone after her small invasion)
Aya Kagamine
• Proceeding to Shiny Park •
With the morning sun creeping through the wooden blinds and beaming at Aya's eyelids, the woman woke up from her well deserved slumber, not exactly in the best way she had hoped the night before. After reaching for her phone and poking at it, the time displayed on the slightly cracked screen made Aya sigh. She was hoping her mental alarm clock would kick in on this special day, just like every other day (surprisingly), but it seemed that on this special day it hadn't. Springing out of bed, Aya delved her hand into the large wooden crate in the corner of her room, rummaging around for a second or two. Then, out came a dark red wool beret, along with a confused face expression from Aya.
"Wool… A sweaty morning in the park it is, then."
It was a bold, heavy hat, so a bold, heavy coloured outfit would have to do for today.
After brushing her messy hair which accurately resembled her current life in a nutshell, Aya shuffled through her apartment door and into the outside world. Fresh air and some actual space would be fitting for a day off like this.
No one was going to ruin Aya's day off.
Donning a loose beige top, a deep red skirt and some brown boots and black leggings, Aya's morning stroll in Shiny Park began. She continuously adjusted her red wool beret as she walked, whilst also taking in the surroundings she'd seen many times over. The quaint feel and the light breeze would set Aya's messy mind at ease for this peaceful day off.
Hands full with hurrying days,
Mind cleared of drifting days,
Eyes red nowadays,
Sight gone black tomorrow.
Another small poem emerging from Aya's subconscious as she walked. Her pace seemed to be much slower than before, and she found herself tripping over air (as well as someone's dog one time) more often than normal. Maybe it was time to take a seat on a bench instead. Reaching into her satchel, she grabbed her newly bought notebook and began to write. Simply just those same words she had conjured up during her morning stroll. Aya let the sounds of the barking dogs and the panicking owners and the whooshing frisbees and the shaking trees shy away from the flourishing words taking control of her mind.
It was then when Aya began to feel her wool beret increasing the amount of sweat on her forehead, as the sun's rays where shining down brighter than ever. The woman had pinned her long side fringe to the side this morning to prevent such things from happening, but it seemed her autumn season outfit hadn't been the greatest idea on this hot summer's day. Aya decided to literally deal with it, though. She never betrayed her not so fair choice of hats.
A few minutes later, a flock of pigeons came rushing in after a little girl had sadly dropped her egg sandwich on the grass nearby. First five, then ten, then twenty, then soon Aya could count about thirty-five pigeons pecking after the eggy bread. It wouldn't take long for Aya's childish instincts to come out and play, especially with the thirty-something pigeons beginning to grow even more for just one piece of bread. Well, technically two.
Score.
She made no sound placing her notebook and pen back into her pocket, nor did she make any sound approaching this bird bonanza. She crept forward and stayed silent, waiting for the right moment to finally do it. Then, breaking into a sprint, she parted the party of pigeons and watched as they flapped their wing off into the sky. One of them had actually collided with her nose, and another one had missed dropping a poop on Aya by an inch, giving a whole new image to the saying, 'scaring the crap out of someone'. She would've been pretty pissed off if one had the decency to crap on her new beige top, but nevertheless, chasing pigeons away from an unprotected egg sandwich never got old. And it would never get old no matter how old Aya got.
She just hoped that nobody had laid their eyes on her after her little intrusion of a pigeon's brunch.
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