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I did it! I posted! Finally! And it isn't half bad either!
"Some rules before you go. First, be respectful to your teachers." Makishimu's father, sitting in the driver's seat of the car spoke up after a long silence during the trip.
"Yes, Dad." Considering the tone of his father, Makishimu responded politely and earnestly.
"Second, keep the hell away off of busy roads. I'm not paying for the hospital bill if you get hit by a car because of your depth perception problem."
"How assuring." Makishimu joked, but obviously it was lost on his father who remained stalwart in his cold look.
"Sorry?" His father asked with a tone of scorn.
"Yes, Dad." The teen sighed and responded in the same way he had earlier.
"Third and final, don't you dare take that eyepatch off when people are around. If I hear any problems about kids getting scared from the hole in your face, I will personally come over there and beat you shitless."
"Yes, Dad." A short period of silence followed this. Makishimu began to pick up his schoolbag and was about to leave when his father spoke up.
"You're a good kid. Don't get into trouble, alright?" His tone was much more friendly and affectionate than before.
"Alright." He smiled as he responded. "Love you, Dad." He opened up the door and left the car. He saw his father nod and he began to drive away. "Well, that's that..." He muttered as he took in the scenery. Since he had an hour before he would be expected at the school, his father had decided to leave him in the nearby town, so he could stretch his legs and become familiar with the area. The town was a typical rural town, with not much of note. Japanese countryside towns are so... uniform. he remarked. There's always a few traditional houses, then a few traditional-slash-westernized ones and then the modern-ish places like convenience stores. Really, the only thing that differs between them is the arrangement. He thought as he looked over the area from the sidewalk in front of a peculiar looking building, that, based on the sign, seemed to be a "teahouse". For the moment, however, he wasn't hungry and he wouldn't be for awhile as his mother had made a bag of various pastries which would probably hold him off for two days if he ate them sparingly.
Looking down at his watch, he muttered to himself. "'Need to be there in about an hour... That gives me two hours to wander around." He smirked at his reasoning. Hearing his voice, he now realized that he was still wearing his headphones and he took his phone out of his pocket to stop the music. 'Savior of Song' was the title of the song. One of his favorites at the moment, masterfully blending more electric parts into a characteristically rock track, reminiscent of western punk rock and other genres. It was also the opening theme to one an anime series he had reasonably enjoyed, Arpeggio of Blue Steel. He had spent a lot of time watching anime when he had been in the hospital, due to a year-long subscription to a HD streaming service his mother had bought for him upon his entry into the hospital. It kept him from getting bored and he had picked up something of an affinity for it; evidenced by the number of series he had watched while bedridden which almost reached the triple-digits.
With slight reluctance, he tapped the pause button and the headphones fell silent. Makishimu slid the headphones down onto his neck and began looking around, deciding where to go. To his left, a road led to the local LAWSON and to his right, a sign indicated the directions towards the school. On the sign, Makishimu could make out braille, a definite giveaway of the school's nature. The boy had mixed feelings about this. Out of the two directions, he decided to go right. All things considered, he had no business in the town and it would be best if he got to the school with some time to spare, so he would have time to waste if he got lost. Turning the corner, he cringed when he saw the semi-metaphorical mountain leading up the school. "You're kidding me..." he muttered as he stared the hill down. With a click of his tongue and a sigh he began to trudge up the hill.
It took him a good moment for him to reach to the top of the hill and when he was winded when he did, being slightly out of shape after his hospital stay, but Makishimu could at least admit that the view was impressive. Iwaku, more so. With western style that contrasted deeply with the architecture of the town, it reminded Makishimu of the house of the rich tsundere character in that one anime he couldn't recall the name of. With his bag slung over his shoulder, he quietly entered through the gate, in awe at the architecture and grounds of the academy. "Damn, Dad must've paid a fortune just to have me here..." He murmured as he looked around. Due to his depth perception problems, it all seemed much larger and further away than it really was. As classes were just finishing, many other students of varying disabilities gathered in the courtyard. He felt somewhat alienated all of the sudden when he considered that he still had all of his limbs and digits. When he thought about it, his "disability" was minor compared to losing an arm or a leg. For a moment, he wondered why he had been sent here when he could have easily continued school in the city with no problems.
However, Makishimu realized that these sorts of thoughts weren't the kind of thing that he should be thinking about in this situation and shook them off for the moment. Checking his watch, he figured he should head directly to where he would meet his homeroom teacher. Putting significantly more stride into his step, he headed to the building that seemed to be where the entry-slash-lobby was. Passing by the students, he noticed a few stare, one point and a girl make a comment. Well, I guess it's inevitable. He made a mental shrug as he moved into the lobby, where he noticed a middle-aged man with somewhat messy hair and wearing a brown coat seemingly waiting. When he noticed the youth, he made a face of recognition and came over to greet him. "Good evening. You're... Maki...?" He stumbled a bit at his name and Makishimu sighed. It was a usual occurrence for him.
"Arakawa Makishimu. It's French. Nice to meet you." He shook the man's hand and he corrected himself.
"That's right. Sorry about that. I'm Mutou and I'll be your homeroom teacher, since you're in class 3-3." Makishimu jumped slightly at the mention of class 3-3.
"Sorry? Class 3-3?" A slight feeling of terror came over him.
"Yes, that's right. Is there something wrong?" Makishimu's good eye widened. No... not the cursed class... he thought to himself. Quickly, however, he realized he was confusing a certain horror anime that he had watched with reality and his features returned to normal.
"...eh... yeah, don't worry about it. It's nothing." He uneasily glanced at a plant. Mutou raised an eyebrow before continuing what he was saying before.
"I'm also the science teacher of 3-3."He said matter-of-factly and Makishimu muttered.
"Great to know." Mutou gave a somewhat bothered look before continuing once more.
"Classes are over for the day, so you'll be introduced to the class tomorrow. For now, here's your dorm room key. I'll let you wander around for a bit, but get some sleep. You look tired." He sounded a bit more direct this time, most likely in response to Makishimu's attitude. Makishimu nodded this time, not wanting to make the situation any worse than it already was and took the key from the teacher's hand.
"Thanks. I'll try to get to class early tomorrow. Good first impressions, right?" He smiled to give off a friendly look, but Mutou shook his head.
"I'd prefer you meet me here in the same place tomorrow, so I can introduce you better. Makes my job easier."
"Alright. Whatever floats your boat. Good bye, then." Makishimu turned around to head to the dorm after the teacher responded to his good-bye. It took him a good moment, but he eventually found the male-dorms. He entered through the door and tiredly walked up the stairs to his room, on the second floor and closest to the stairway. He didn't notice many other students on his way up, but it was probably just due to classes only just finishing. Sticking the key in the hole and turning, he was given a good sounding click as the lock opened and he went in. The room, as expected, had no decoration, with only a plain looking bed, a plain looking desk and a plain looking dresser adorning the plain looking room. His bags were sitting next to the dresser and after taking off his shoes, he grabbed the rectangular one which contained a netbook with 4G capabilities that he had been given before he left. With it in hand, he set off for a place where he could sit down.
Once again, it took a good while for him to find his way around, but he eventually found the library. Not wanting to attract too much attention, he quietly entered the room and headed for an area that was metaphorically off the beaten path. However, most of the good places were taken and he was forced to sit down at a table already occupied by a tall looking girl and another who, like him, also lacked an eye (among other things). "Hope you don't mind me sitting down here..." He said, somewhat intimidated by the look of the shorter girl, who smelled of smoke. Uneasily glancing around him, wondering if he was even allowed to use his computer there, he took out his netbook and opened it up on the table. Surprisingly enough, the 4G coverage wasn't as bad as he thought it would be and he was easily able to connect to the internet. Clicking on one of the few bookmarks he had saved, he opened up Kantai Collection, a game he had grown fond of during his time in the hospital. He muted the computer and once he was logged in, he proceeded to begin preparing for a mission. He tried to remain somewhat discreet as he did so, though, not wanting to bother the other two.
Wait.
Suddenly, he realized something.
Why didn't I just do this in my room...?
"Yes, Dad." Considering the tone of his father, Makishimu responded politely and earnestly.
"Second, keep the hell away off of busy roads. I'm not paying for the hospital bill if you get hit by a car because of your depth perception problem."
"How assuring." Makishimu joked, but obviously it was lost on his father who remained stalwart in his cold look.
"Sorry?" His father asked with a tone of scorn.
"Yes, Dad." The teen sighed and responded in the same way he had earlier.
"Third and final, don't you dare take that eyepatch off when people are around. If I hear any problems about kids getting scared from the hole in your face, I will personally come over there and beat you shitless."
"Yes, Dad." A short period of silence followed this. Makishimu began to pick up his schoolbag and was about to leave when his father spoke up.
"You're a good kid. Don't get into trouble, alright?" His tone was much more friendly and affectionate than before.
"Alright." He smiled as he responded. "Love you, Dad." He opened up the door and left the car. He saw his father nod and he began to drive away. "Well, that's that..." He muttered as he took in the scenery. Since he had an hour before he would be expected at the school, his father had decided to leave him in the nearby town, so he could stretch his legs and become familiar with the area. The town was a typical rural town, with not much of note. Japanese countryside towns are so... uniform. he remarked. There's always a few traditional houses, then a few traditional-slash-westernized ones and then the modern-ish places like convenience stores. Really, the only thing that differs between them is the arrangement. He thought as he looked over the area from the sidewalk in front of a peculiar looking building, that, based on the sign, seemed to be a "teahouse". For the moment, however, he wasn't hungry and he wouldn't be for awhile as his mother had made a bag of various pastries which would probably hold him off for two days if he ate them sparingly.
Looking down at his watch, he muttered to himself. "'Need to be there in about an hour... That gives me two hours to wander around." He smirked at his reasoning. Hearing his voice, he now realized that he was still wearing his headphones and he took his phone out of his pocket to stop the music. 'Savior of Song' was the title of the song. One of his favorites at the moment, masterfully blending more electric parts into a characteristically rock track, reminiscent of western punk rock and other genres. It was also the opening theme to one an anime series he had reasonably enjoyed, Arpeggio of Blue Steel. He had spent a lot of time watching anime when he had been in the hospital, due to a year-long subscription to a HD streaming service his mother had bought for him upon his entry into the hospital. It kept him from getting bored and he had picked up something of an affinity for it; evidenced by the number of series he had watched while bedridden which almost reached the triple-digits.
With slight reluctance, he tapped the pause button and the headphones fell silent. Makishimu slid the headphones down onto his neck and began looking around, deciding where to go. To his left, a road led to the local LAWSON and to his right, a sign indicated the directions towards the school. On the sign, Makishimu could make out braille, a definite giveaway of the school's nature. The boy had mixed feelings about this. Out of the two directions, he decided to go right. All things considered, he had no business in the town and it would be best if he got to the school with some time to spare, so he would have time to waste if he got lost. Turning the corner, he cringed when he saw the semi-metaphorical mountain leading up the school. "You're kidding me..." he muttered as he stared the hill down. With a click of his tongue and a sigh he began to trudge up the hill.
It took him a good moment for him to reach to the top of the hill and when he was winded when he did, being slightly out of shape after his hospital stay, but Makishimu could at least admit that the view was impressive. Iwaku, more so. With western style that contrasted deeply with the architecture of the town, it reminded Makishimu of the house of the rich tsundere character in that one anime he couldn't recall the name of. With his bag slung over his shoulder, he quietly entered through the gate, in awe at the architecture and grounds of the academy. "Damn, Dad must've paid a fortune just to have me here..." He murmured as he looked around. Due to his depth perception problems, it all seemed much larger and further away than it really was. As classes were just finishing, many other students of varying disabilities gathered in the courtyard. He felt somewhat alienated all of the sudden when he considered that he still had all of his limbs and digits. When he thought about it, his "disability" was minor compared to losing an arm or a leg. For a moment, he wondered why he had been sent here when he could have easily continued school in the city with no problems.
However, Makishimu realized that these sorts of thoughts weren't the kind of thing that he should be thinking about in this situation and shook them off for the moment. Checking his watch, he figured he should head directly to where he would meet his homeroom teacher. Putting significantly more stride into his step, he headed to the building that seemed to be where the entry-slash-lobby was. Passing by the students, he noticed a few stare, one point and a girl make a comment. Well, I guess it's inevitable. He made a mental shrug as he moved into the lobby, where he noticed a middle-aged man with somewhat messy hair and wearing a brown coat seemingly waiting. When he noticed the youth, he made a face of recognition and came over to greet him. "Good evening. You're... Maki...?" He stumbled a bit at his name and Makishimu sighed. It was a usual occurrence for him.
"Arakawa Makishimu. It's French. Nice to meet you." He shook the man's hand and he corrected himself.
"That's right. Sorry about that. I'm Mutou and I'll be your homeroom teacher, since you're in class 3-3." Makishimu jumped slightly at the mention of class 3-3.
"Sorry? Class 3-3?" A slight feeling of terror came over him.
"Yes, that's right. Is there something wrong?" Makishimu's good eye widened. No... not the cursed class... he thought to himself. Quickly, however, he realized he was confusing a certain horror anime that he had watched with reality and his features returned to normal.
"...eh... yeah, don't worry about it. It's nothing." He uneasily glanced at a plant. Mutou raised an eyebrow before continuing what he was saying before.
"I'm also the science teacher of 3-3."He said matter-of-factly and Makishimu muttered.
"Great to know." Mutou gave a somewhat bothered look before continuing once more.
"Classes are over for the day, so you'll be introduced to the class tomorrow. For now, here's your dorm room key. I'll let you wander around for a bit, but get some sleep. You look tired." He sounded a bit more direct this time, most likely in response to Makishimu's attitude. Makishimu nodded this time, not wanting to make the situation any worse than it already was and took the key from the teacher's hand.
"Thanks. I'll try to get to class early tomorrow. Good first impressions, right?" He smiled to give off a friendly look, but Mutou shook his head.
"I'd prefer you meet me here in the same place tomorrow, so I can introduce you better. Makes my job easier."
"Alright. Whatever floats your boat. Good bye, then." Makishimu turned around to head to the dorm after the teacher responded to his good-bye. It took him a good moment, but he eventually found the male-dorms. He entered through the door and tiredly walked up the stairs to his room, on the second floor and closest to the stairway. He didn't notice many other students on his way up, but it was probably just due to classes only just finishing. Sticking the key in the hole and turning, he was given a good sounding click as the lock opened and he went in. The room, as expected, had no decoration, with only a plain looking bed, a plain looking desk and a plain looking dresser adorning the plain looking room. His bags were sitting next to the dresser and after taking off his shoes, he grabbed the rectangular one which contained a netbook with 4G capabilities that he had been given before he left. With it in hand, he set off for a place where he could sit down.
Once again, it took a good while for him to find his way around, but he eventually found the library. Not wanting to attract too much attention, he quietly entered the room and headed for an area that was metaphorically off the beaten path. However, most of the good places were taken and he was forced to sit down at a table already occupied by a tall looking girl and another who, like him, also lacked an eye (among other things). "Hope you don't mind me sitting down here..." He said, somewhat intimidated by the look of the shorter girl, who smelled of smoke. Uneasily glancing around him, wondering if he was even allowed to use his computer there, he took out his netbook and opened it up on the table. Surprisingly enough, the 4G coverage wasn't as bad as he thought it would be and he was easily able to connect to the internet. Clicking on one of the few bookmarks he had saved, he opened up Kantai Collection, a game he had grown fond of during his time in the hospital. He muted the computer and once he was logged in, he proceeded to begin preparing for a mission. He tried to remain somewhat discreet as he did so, though, not wanting to bother the other two.
Wait.
Suddenly, he realized something.
Why didn't I just do this in my room...?
Had a good sleep, a good cup of coffee, went for a jog and read a book for a bit and now I'm feeling significantly more confident in trying to do something. If I'm still welcome (silly overly melodramatic Rafale, it's only been one day!), I'll try once again to write something.
As a matter of fact, I do consider myself a perfectionist and both of my younger siblings are autistic. Though I've been tested time and time again if I was autistic or not, I've always been told I'm the normal one, but I'm pretty sure I have at least some of their traits. It's quite a sensitive subject for me, really. Let's not go too far into it, shall we?
Thanks for the advice though, and the same goes for everyone else.
nrtashi said
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).
As a matter of fact, I do consider myself a perfectionist and both of my younger siblings are autistic. Though I've been tested time and time again if I was autistic or not, I've always been told I'm the normal one, but I'm pretty sure I have at least some of their traits. It's quite a sensitive subject for me, really. Let's not go too far into it, shall we?
Thanks for the advice though, and the same goes for everyone else.
Finally got up a post. It's short, but I'm suffering from a terrible lack of things to write at the moment. I've advanced the mission for now and I'll enter the final stage once everyone's ready.
With the entry of the pilots of Peace Sparrow into the battle, the tables had started to turn in the direction of the defenders, despite being heavily outnumbered, with most of the fighters succeeding in downing a few fighters. However, the significantly less maneuverable Phantom found itself struggling to keep up in the furball of fighters and instead decided to go for the Harriers that had completely bypassed the dogfight and were attacking targets on the ground. They all sat in a row of six, staying at low speeds and strafing military vehicles on a freeway, making for easy targets, even for the flying brick. Charles brought the F-4E onto their left flank and with an order to his WSO, four SDM's were fired at once, outright destroying one of the Harriers and sending one into a drop. The remaining four Harriers, noticing the danger, throttled up and set their thrust vectoring engines forward to escape. As Charles prepped to pursue, the AWACS took to the radio.
AWACS
<<Confirming kills! Scratch one MiG-21 for Meteor, scratch one MiG-21 and one Su-27 for Mold, one MiG-21 for Romeo, one Su-27 for Angel, one MiG-21 for Slypheed, one Su-27 for Drake and two Harrier's for Anemi. We now outnumber the enemy.>>
"Rim-Light, could we get an ETA on the bombers?" Charles asked, repeating the question of the other pilot who hadn't been answered earlier.
AWACS
<<Bombers arriving within ten kilometer radius of the city now! Four Tu-95's and four Tu-22M's and one unknown bandit at very high altitude and speed, unreachable for any of you. Engage and destroy the bombers before they reach the city! I will attempt to identify the unknown bandit.>>
Sure enough, Charles could see the glint of metal far away and above, along with the eight bombers approaching at a lower altitude. Erika scoffed. "You couldn't have told us earlier?" Shrugging, the Belkan turned the Phantom away from the retreating Harriers and went towards the bombers. There were still a few fighters left in the air, but it seemed the bombers were of more importance.
AWACS
<<Confirming kills! Scratch one MiG-21 for Meteor, scratch one MiG-21 and one Su-27 for Mold, one MiG-21 for Romeo, one Su-27 for Angel, one MiG-21 for Slypheed, one Su-27 for Drake and two Harrier's for Anemi. We now outnumber the enemy.>>
"Rim-Light, could we get an ETA on the bombers?" Charles asked, repeating the question of the other pilot who hadn't been answered earlier.
AWACS
<<Bombers arriving within ten kilometer radius of the city now! Four Tu-95's and four Tu-22M's and one unknown bandit at very high altitude and speed, unreachable for any of you. Engage and destroy the bombers before they reach the city! I will attempt to identify the unknown bandit.>>
Sure enough, Charles could see the glint of metal far away and above, along with the eight bombers approaching at a lower altitude. Erika scoffed. "You couldn't have told us earlier?" Shrugging, the Belkan turned the Phantom away from the retreating Harriers and went towards the bombers. There were still a few fighters left in the air, but it seemed the bombers were of more importance.
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"Easy now." The man who was formerly on the ground stood up. Kwan followed him with his carbine but he let down his guard somewhat at the man's words. "Let's not do anything rash, ey? There's enough NWA running around trying to kill all of us, let alone us start shooting each other. I'm Bryan Winterman, Canadian Forces; Military Police. And this is Alika. We've only just met too. I'm glad to hear you're not with the NWA." Kwan nodded and made a gesture towards Aoi to hold his fire and come over. When he looked back at the man, he was looking him over. After looking at his face and clothing, he looked back at his face and gave a dark smile. "Of course, you don't exactly look like the type, if you don't mind me saying." Kwan snickered before responding.
"Yeah, I wasn't ever that big on swastikas and red armbands." As Aoi bounded over with his rifle, Kwan took the liberty of introducing themselves. "The name's Kwan Sang Iseul and this half-pint's Aoi Kurotsugi. He's with the JASDF and I'm independent." Aoi clucked his tongue in apparent distaste at the declaration of his allegiance.
"Was with the JASDF. I don't want to even be mentioned in the same sentence as those sell-outs. Nice to meet you, by the way." Kwan sighed at this. "Nice drone, lady. Almost killed us, and then probably you two, what with all the NWA in the area. Tsk." The South Korean merc visibly cringed at the attitude given by the pilot. He looked at the other woman and rolled his eyes and then shrugged in order to keep relations amicable.
"Sorry about that.... but yeah buddy, you don't exactly look the part, but I guess since you didn't shoot us on sight, that's enough proof to me you ain't NWA. K7, disable guardian mode, return to standby status... There, he's put his gun down, now you guys do the same." The woman who had been introduced as Alika spoke up after this. Kwan nodded and shouldered his rifle. Alika then put her own weapon on the ground and stepped away from it. Kwan got the message and smiled. "Listen people, I think its safe to say we all need to get the hell off this island, but I think my new Canadian pal here has some serious information for us as he just told me."
"It doesn't exactly involve us two, but you've piqued my interest. Go ahead." Kwan watched the Canadian as he began to speak about the information. Kwan nodded as he explained the points and Aoi seemed noticeably discomforted at the mention of nukes. How very Japanese. Kwan remarked silently. As he finished, he gave his own opinion on the subject. "Definitely sounds like a problem, but there's not much I can do about it, unless my flying friend here has someway of sinking the sub, which I doubt." He nonetheless looked towards the pilot expectantly, but he was only met with a sour look. "Yeah, guess not. Well, if you plan on heading towards the docks, we're headed the same way, so maybe we could... ah... tag along...?" He struggled to find the right expression at the end, despite being a fluent English speaker.
Suddenly, Kwan was interrupted by the sudden arrival of a stranger, entering the clearing from behind Alika. He instantly raised his rifle and was about to demand who he was when he began to state his thoughts about the whole situation. He finished with cold confidence and looked at the group. In the mean time, Aoi had brought out his Minebea P9 pistol, the M1A slung across his back. This time, Aoi decided to speak. "That's great, but would you mind not popping in without warning? It's called being polite." Kwan sighed once again at the attitude and picked up the conversation in a much more mature manner.
"Shut it, half-pint. That aside though, who the hell are you?"
"Yeah, I wasn't ever that big on swastikas and red armbands." As Aoi bounded over with his rifle, Kwan took the liberty of introducing themselves. "The name's Kwan Sang Iseul and this half-pint's Aoi Kurotsugi. He's with the JASDF and I'm independent." Aoi clucked his tongue in apparent distaste at the declaration of his allegiance.
"Was with the JASDF. I don't want to even be mentioned in the same sentence as those sell-outs. Nice to meet you, by the way." Kwan sighed at this. "Nice drone, lady. Almost killed us, and then probably you two, what with all the NWA in the area. Tsk." The South Korean merc visibly cringed at the attitude given by the pilot. He looked at the other woman and rolled his eyes and then shrugged in order to keep relations amicable.
"Sorry about that.... but yeah buddy, you don't exactly look the part, but I guess since you didn't shoot us on sight, that's enough proof to me you ain't NWA. K7, disable guardian mode, return to standby status... There, he's put his gun down, now you guys do the same." The woman who had been introduced as Alika spoke up after this. Kwan nodded and shouldered his rifle. Alika then put her own weapon on the ground and stepped away from it. Kwan got the message and smiled. "Listen people, I think its safe to say we all need to get the hell off this island, but I think my new Canadian pal here has some serious information for us as he just told me."
"It doesn't exactly involve us two, but you've piqued my interest. Go ahead." Kwan watched the Canadian as he began to speak about the information. Kwan nodded as he explained the points and Aoi seemed noticeably discomforted at the mention of nukes. How very Japanese. Kwan remarked silently. As he finished, he gave his own opinion on the subject. "Definitely sounds like a problem, but there's not much I can do about it, unless my flying friend here has someway of sinking the sub, which I doubt." He nonetheless looked towards the pilot expectantly, but he was only met with a sour look. "Yeah, guess not. Well, if you plan on heading towards the docks, we're headed the same way, so maybe we could... ah... tag along...?" He struggled to find the right expression at the end, despite being a fluent English speaker.
Suddenly, Kwan was interrupted by the sudden arrival of a stranger, entering the clearing from behind Alika. He instantly raised his rifle and was about to demand who he was when he began to state his thoughts about the whole situation. He finished with cold confidence and looked at the group. In the mean time, Aoi had brought out his Minebea P9 pistol, the M1A slung across his back. This time, Aoi decided to speak. "That's great, but would you mind not popping in without warning? It's called being polite." Kwan sighed once again at the attitude and picked up the conversation in a much more mature manner.
"Shut it, half-pint. That aside though, who the hell are you?"
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. Also, since I have less and less time, I figured that I should cut down on the RP's I'm doing and since I haven't heavily invested into this one yet, it was one of the first on the board.
If anyone was previously planning to jump in, my place is definitely open. I greatly apologize if this has caused any problems. Happy RPing to all of you!
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. Also, since I have less and less time, I figured that I should cut down on the RP's I'm doing and since I haven't heavily invested into this one yet, it was one of the first on the board.
If anyone was previously planning to jump in, my place is definitely open. I greatly apologize if this has caused any problems. Happy RPing to all of you!
Finally got a post up. It's short and I don't feel especially proud of it, but it's the best I can do right now, being down with a cold and having incredible amounts of research to do for an article I have to write about the JASDF for a school project.
The stranger gave her opinion on the subject of where to go and it seemed that by popular vote, they would be heading to the church. Shrugging, Jeff agreed and the group began to set off. He let Gerald lead them and he took trail position as they moved along, keeping his rifle at the ready in case they were jumped. However, it seemed, at least for the moment, that they were safe so he decided to speak up. "Uh... I don't think I introduced myself earlier. I'm Jeff. It's better than calling me Shouty McShout Pants. What's your name?" He didn't speak much to strangers, so the question came out somewhat hesitantly said, but Jeff supposed he was clear enough in expressing his point.
Now that he had a free moment, he decided to look over the new stranger. She had a somewhat shady look to her, but, considering the various archetypes of 'shady' that came to mind, Jeff realized it was a bit hard to attribute her to one genre of shady. Her way of dressing seemed like something out of Blade Runner, but her hair's coloring definitely seemed to make her a tad rebellious looking. That, and her bored-ish look made Jeff decide that she wasn't the kind of person you'd want to meet in a dark alleyway. She was somewhat cute, but Jeff tended to stay away from her 'kind' and, as aforementioned, didn't look like the kind of person you'd want to mess around with.
Not that Jeff would get that chance. He wasn't bad looking per se, but he didn't have much experience with those of the fairer sex and this girl was probably not even on the same level as him. Sighing in an almost melancholic fashion, he remained in silence as they continued moving.
Now that he had a free moment, he decided to look over the new stranger. She had a somewhat shady look to her, but, considering the various archetypes of 'shady' that came to mind, Jeff realized it was a bit hard to attribute her to one genre of shady. Her way of dressing seemed like something out of Blade Runner, but her hair's coloring definitely seemed to make her a tad rebellious looking. That, and her bored-ish look made Jeff decide that she wasn't the kind of person you'd want to meet in a dark alleyway. She was somewhat cute, but Jeff tended to stay away from her 'kind' and, as aforementioned, didn't look like the kind of person you'd want to mess around with.
Not that Jeff would get that chance. He wasn't bad looking per se, but he didn't have much experience with those of the fairer sex and this girl was probably not even on the same level as him. Sighing in an almost melancholic fashion, he remained in silence as they continued moving.
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11 yrs ago
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Will post tomorrow morning. Was planning on posting tonight, but I ended up watching a movie and now I'm too tired to do anything. Sorry!
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