Revans Exile said
I have to ask why 3:51 pm?
Yeah, makes no sense.
I'd rather have it start after teatime.
Make it at least 5:31 pm, OP!
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Yeah, makes no sense.
I'd rather have it start after teatime.
Make it at least 5:31 pm, OP!
She chose to forget the complicated, scientific name of his...rather peculiar condition. A "Lobster Claw Syndrome" sounds better anyway. Not that she actually cared about his "sufferings", but for now, she decided to put up with his self pity or whatever her conversation parent would unleash upon her after coming out with his disorder. During her first days at Yamaku she met many students who loved talking about their situations as if they were discussing the news, the weather, or some other exciting topic of the sort, and that has never failed to put Mizuki in a distasteful mood. "Oh, I'm sooo unfortunate, I have a-arrythmia", "oh, my eye-sight is so bad I'm almost blind! I'll have to wear thick glasses forever!", etc. etc. Bunch of whining weaklings. Of course, not all cripples did this. In fact, most had this "don't ask don't tell" policy, but there always were some that felt the utter need to bring out the topic of their misfortune all of a sudden and go on and on about it regardless of anyone's interest. And this Tanaka Isamu-person seemed to be, she was afraid, exactly the same sort. Did she even asked him about his lobster claws?
Fortunately, he didn't talk further about his plight, seemingly stratified with a brief introduction, and instead proceeded to bore her with science. Mizuki was taken aback at how he kept assaulting her with words and sentences not bothering even to wait for her reply, but happy that her previous concerns about his character were baseless, decided to listen in to his technobabble in hope that it will take her mind away from the unpleasant incident that happened a moment ago. No-it wasn't that her judgment about him was wrong. Like these students who enjoyed pushing their misery(or not-so-misery) onto the others, he kept pushing ions and electrons and equitations onto her. Does he really know that much or is he making this stuff up? She kept nodding and "ah"-ing every now and again, pretending to pay attention, while skillfully guiding both of them in the general direction of the library, hoping to get his generally understood "help" with her science exercises. Aizawa Mizuki, on personal level, didn't have much passion for any of the school's subjects, and, having no reason to keep a certain reputation at Yamaku, quickly descended into mediocrity and below. However, this nerd here might just be her way out of this pinch.
Of course, getting to library took forever. Not only did they go the longer route, but also, her own condition was, to her frustration, slowing them down-as she didn't yet master the sophisticated art of walking with the crutch. Nonetheless, they made it, the spacious insides of library open before them. It was like a forest of books, bookshelves, and crippled people lurking between them. A good hunting area back in her bully days, alas, she was a cripple too and such pleasures were no longer in her reach. Guiding him to an unoccupied table, she noticed a certain red hair sitting with the long haired guy and Junko not far away. Junko, she knew well, as that person stood out-not only in visage, but mainly, in her delinquent behavior that Mizuki was, actually, quite fond of. She too had something wrong with her leg-but Nakurumi-san's case was, by comparison, much lighter of the two.
Turning her attention back to Tanaka-kun-chan-san, who was sitting in front of her, she flashed him a friendly smile and decided that being cordial is the best way to get what she wanted(much to her dislike-back in the good old times before the accident she'd just force the nerd to give her what she wanted).
"Isamu-kun..?" a pause, politely so, as she was not certain whether he's comfortable with begin called by first name(you never know, nerds and their sense of manners).
"Could you help me with my science assignment? I find exercises a bit tough, and you have quite a formidable knowledge of these subjects"...no lies yet. He really did have a knack for this stuff, and saying this came easy to her. Now, flattering some cripple just to get her assignment off her back might have been too much for Mizuki Aizawa's pride to bear, but a little compliment based on her actual observations of reality is fine and good, every once in a while.
Fortunately, he didn't talk further about his plight, seemingly stratified with a brief introduction, and instead proceeded to bore her with science. Mizuki was taken aback at how he kept assaulting her with words and sentences not bothering even to wait for her reply, but happy that her previous concerns about his character were baseless, decided to listen in to his technobabble in hope that it will take her mind away from the unpleasant incident that happened a moment ago. No-it wasn't that her judgment about him was wrong. Like these students who enjoyed pushing their misery(or not-so-misery) onto the others, he kept pushing ions and electrons and equitations onto her. Does he really know that much or is he making this stuff up? She kept nodding and "ah"-ing every now and again, pretending to pay attention, while skillfully guiding both of them in the general direction of the library, hoping to get his generally understood "help" with her science exercises. Aizawa Mizuki, on personal level, didn't have much passion for any of the school's subjects, and, having no reason to keep a certain reputation at Yamaku, quickly descended into mediocrity and below. However, this nerd here might just be her way out of this pinch.
Of course, getting to library took forever. Not only did they go the longer route, but also, her own condition was, to her frustration, slowing them down-as she didn't yet master the sophisticated art of walking with the crutch. Nonetheless, they made it, the spacious insides of library open before them. It was like a forest of books, bookshelves, and crippled people lurking between them. A good hunting area back in her bully days, alas, she was a cripple too and such pleasures were no longer in her reach. Guiding him to an unoccupied table, she noticed a certain red hair sitting with the long haired guy and Junko not far away. Junko, she knew well, as that person stood out-not only in visage, but mainly, in her delinquent behavior that Mizuki was, actually, quite fond of. She too had something wrong with her leg-but Nakurumi-san's case was, by comparison, much lighter of the two.
Turning her attention back to Tanaka-kun-chan-san, who was sitting in front of her, she flashed him a friendly smile and decided that being cordial is the best way to get what she wanted(much to her dislike-back in the good old times before the accident she'd just force the nerd to give her what she wanted).
"Isamu-kun..?" a pause, politely so, as she was not certain whether he's comfortable with begin called by first name(you never know, nerds and their sense of manners).
"Could you help me with my science assignment? I find exercises a bit tough, and you have quite a formidable knowledge of these subjects"...no lies yet. He really did have a knack for this stuff, and saying this came easy to her. Now, flattering some cripple just to get her assignment off her back might have been too much for Mizuki Aizawa's pride to bear, but a little compliment based on her actual observations of reality is fine and good, every once in a while.
MULTI_MEDIA_MAN said
Still here as well. Waiting on nrtashi, but should s/he not respond, I can send Isamu to the library anyway. He's gotta do some exercises and papers!
Sorry. I'll get to writing something in a while, I just sorta procrastinated for a while.
Reality check?
How about this idea?
Power-hungry Shogun breaks the ancient barrier that protected Japan for centuries and evil Gaijin-type demons intrude into our dimension!
However, there is still hope! Good Emperor summons the loyal samurai to fight shogunate and save the world!
..hilarious, right?
Power-hungry Shogun breaks the ancient barrier that protected Japan for centuries and evil Gaijin-type demons intrude into our dimension!
However, there is still hope! Good Emperor summons the loyal samurai to fight shogunate and save the world!
..hilarious, right?
MUG said
When I read the comment I sensed sarcasm, and I apologize if that wasn't actually the case. It is difficult to tell naturally through things like this. Sorry about that everyone.
Yeah, no problem. Now that I read it it does sound a little aggressive, but no helping it since I was sorta talking from my own experience.
Can happen to anyone. Happened to me a plenty of times, actually. Getting stuck on details. But when it does happen it's good to see what's going on and snap out of it.
It wasn't even my intention to convince anyone to stay against their will, I was just giving a piece of out-of-rolepaly advice.
MUG said
Raf was a part of the guild back with the old site. He's been a part of a lot of stories and is a part of a lot right now. If he needs a break and time away from stories to settle real life business then he has the right to his priorities. No reason to attack him and say that he has no creativity.
It wasn't an attack.
Rafale said
Actually, I've made a decision.I won't be doing an IC post. I've tried all afternoon to come up with something that has substance, is interesting to read, is easy to interact with (while not being to intrusive on interactions already in place) and doesn't make my character seem like Hisao with a stable heart and one eye, but my efforts have been fruitless.
Are you new or what?
At this rate you will never write anything at all. The more you think the harder it will be for you to get to it. Creativity is not something that can be learned or rationally planned out, it's something that happens to you during the writing. Remember Rin, from KS? She wasn't really planning what exactly she's going to paint, she just took the brush in her..feet...and got to it.
Aren't you writing for fun? Why are you making a srsbusiness out of it? No one is going to eat you if your writing isn't the best quality ever, and you will never get better if you won't practice. The worst thing you can do is go all perfectionist(autistic) and forget your initial objective-to enjoy your life&free time(especially since you have a precious little of both).
Alarieth said
I don't know man, that whiskey is looking pretty attractive right about now
You've been hanging out with that foreign girl again?...making you drink like that, despite knowing your condition... I tell you, that bitch's trouble. She's probably from mafia or worse...
Alarieth said
medication
A-arrythmia?
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