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Post by Izzy-Lark on Jan 12, 2009 19:18:40 GMT -5
Waitin... Waiting... Waitiiiiin...  |
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Post by Izzy-Lark on Jan 12, 2009 19:23:31 GMT -5
Please dont call.
Been so long, rain has not come for so long
From my eyes, rain never came.
But it does not matter anymore, for I ask you but one more thing
Please dont call me, dont call
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Post by Izzy-Lark on Jan 12, 2009 19:24:50 GMT -5
Fly through the night , up till the sky
And there was nothing but silence
But there up the windows, rain never came
Please dont come back in my dream
I dont want to fly after you
And once more you disappear- Dont call me !
Just one word, and would I have been prepared
To run into your arms. But, please, never call.
If there was no rain, there would be no droplets
Just like that, there would be none of my tears
Because I'm tired of crying...
Just for you, I stay here in pain
But I just dont know how to continue living.
In my heart
Rain is raging
Knowing that my dream will not disappear
After all, I ask you for only one thing
Please dont call me, dont call any more
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Post by Kylie M. Caboose (Kyichu) on Jan 12, 2009 19:35:17 GMT -5
Alrighty. Sorry about that. Would you like to start or shall I?
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Post by Izzy-Lark on Jan 12, 2009 19:38:00 GMT -5
Ehm... Doesn't matter to me. Which would you prefer?
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Post by Kylie M. Caboose (Kyichu) on Jan 12, 2009 19:39:47 GMT -5
Um, why don't you start so that I can get a better feel for the situation.
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Post by Izzy-Lark on Jan 12, 2009 19:47:01 GMT -5
Sorry, had to order food.
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Post by Kylie M. Caboose (Kyichu) on Jan 12, 2009 19:48:38 GMT -5
Not a problem at all.
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Post by Izzy-Lark on Jan 12, 2009 19:49:33 GMT -5
By the time Hitomi had arrived in Tokyo, the sun had long set beyond a long array of endless buildings and glass, leaving her to face the night sky alone in her front yard as her mother unpacked inside. She lied down on the front lawn, staring up at the blackness that could've have been called the night by any other person. To Hitomi, it was a sheet of sheer blackness. In this city, there were no stars, and the moon only glimmered with a mild hint of white. Out here was lonely... Bright...
Hooray, for the days of migrains, Hitomi thought to herself as she rolled over on to her side.
She yanked the left headphone of her ipod from her ear to try and listen for crickets. Instead, all she could hear was the honking of horns echoing from the city less than a mile away. A tear escaped her left eye, dripping down on to the grass like a raindrop; Forming itself into what looked like a dewdrop on the edge of one of the blades.
First night in Tokyo. First night away from the peaceful forest life that the outskirts of Okinawa had once provided.
First night in Hell...
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Post by Izzy-Lark on Jan 12, 2009 19:50:19 GMT -5
ooc/ Just copied and pasted from another RP... ^ ^'' -hug-
I'm Larken, btw.
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Post by Kylie M. Caboose (Kyichu) on Jan 12, 2009 19:56:38 GMT -5
ooc/ I'm Kylie. I just have to say, I think you're a genius! I can't wait for Tokyo Dark Mew!
Kisshu sighed as he looked down at Tokyo. This planet that had been so beautiful, this planet that should rightfully belong to his people was being destroyed by the humans. How despicable they were; such lowly creatures. How could they possibly stand to destroy such beauty and replace it with smog and death? These dark thoughts haunted his mind, huge ripples in the black waters of his consciousness. He fought off the sadness and the pain with a simple antidote: revenge. He would destroy the humans for what they had done to his planet. He would make them pay.
He continued to fly above the city, searching for a soul to take in order to bring him closer to his dream's realization.
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Post by Izzy-Lark on Jan 12, 2009 20:01:03 GMT -5
ooc/ Thanks! Nice to meet you! *Is everyone on this site a TDM fan, or something?* Very nice intro. A few parts left me breathless...
-x-
Hitomi rolled over on to her back, shutting her eyes and sticking the stray headphone back into her ear. Why the hell did her mother do that to her? Make her move away from the nature, and for what?
So what if big brother died in the war? She thought, solemnly. That doesn't mean that you have to make me suffer, too, Mom... He's in a better place now...
"Can't you be happy...?" Now she was thinking out loud, the words forming on her silken lips like a cold serenade of solace, begging for comfort, but from who? She had no one to call now that Hikaru was dead...
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Post by Kylie M. Caboose (Kyichu) on Jan 12, 2009 20:11:20 GMT -5
ooc/ TDM is gaining popularity fast, I guess. I had never heard of it until a little while ago and it started popping up everywhere. Now I'm an addict. ^_^ Thank you! I'm glad you like it.
-x-
Kisshu had found something; something pure. The energy thrummed through him, almost calling him to it, as if it knew what he wanted and believed in his cause. He followed his instincts to where the energy called from. He was met with the sight of a girl lying in the grass, staring up into the sky looking as if she were being ripped apart by the shards of her past. He knew that expression. How many times had he had it himself?
"Can't you be happy...?" The girl said, her voice soft like a whisper.
His eyes narrowed at the word. Happy. What was happiness? Did such a thing truly exist? He was beginning to doubt it did. "Silly girl, there is no happiness. Especially not for you." He extended his hand, palm stretched to her, ready to take away her spirit.
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Post by Izzy-Lark on Jan 12, 2009 20:16:51 GMT -5
Hitomi sat up on her arms, catching the gaze of an extremely exotic looking young man. His hair seemed a natural shade of green, his eyes glistening with the same glow that the sun reflected down upon Lake Toluca – The lakeside where her house was built many years ago… the house she was forced away from. She was completely captivated by his gaze, memories of the old home flooding back to her memory like an oceanic wave; Cold and hurtful. As she went to look away, two tears eluded her eyes.
A chuckle escaped her throat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about… I’m perfectly content…”
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Post by Kylie M. Caboose (Kyichu) on Jan 12, 2009 20:23:24 GMT -5
"It's obvious you're lying." Kisshu shrugged, "Not that I care of course. Y'see, it all comes down to this: you're just the thing to help me make those Mew Mews crumble." His hand began to glow as he started the process to drain the girl's spirit. If she had not been part of such a horrid race, he would have felt a little bad. It was cruel to take advantage of the girl when she was so obviously hurting, but he could not bring himself to feel sorry for her. She was just another one of the disgustingly wasteful nothings that were ripping the Earth apart at the seams.
ooc/ Ok, I have a question. Should I still make him sort of obsessive over Ichigo in the beginning, or are we just totally going to disregard her?
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Post by Izzy-Lark on Jan 12, 2009 20:30:30 GMT -5
ooc/ Disregarding Ichigo-San would be disgraceful to the series, if you ask me... Oh, and if my characters get annoying or no fun to RP with, let me know. I'll make adjustments.
-x-
As the young man spoke, Hitomi began to feel light headed, as well as a stinging pain in her chest. She let out a small grunt, but didn’t scream. Her back arched slightly, her hand rising up to her chestplate to grip the fabric of her shirt. “O-Ow…!” She exhaled. Another tear escaped her eyes. The struggling only lasted for a moment or two, until she looked up to meet his gaze. “You’re… One of them… A-Are you going to kill me…?”
Her aura was, even in her physical agony, gentle and kind…
She looked at him, pitifully. “It… it hurts… hurts like death…”
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Post by Kylie M. Caboose (Kyichu) on Jan 12, 2009 20:40:53 GMT -5
ooc/ Sorry about the delay. I had to help my little brother get some dessert. Alright, I'll be sure to bring her into Kisshu's thoughts. And please, the same goes for me. If you find any way that I could improve my portrayal of him, please let me. I'm not one to be offended by constructive criticism.
-x-
"You're...One of them... A-Are you going to kill me...?" She asked him. Oh how good it felt to let the malicious smirk spread across his face. The damned human deserved it. That's what she get's for being one of them; a destroyer. Her spirit was so pure; surely this would lead to some good results.
"It... it hurts... hurts like death..." His smirk left him in an instant and he almost released her. He knew of only one pain that was remotely like death aside from death itself; heartache. His Koneko-Chan didn't even love him. He tried so hard to make her see and she didn't even care.
"Dammit..." He growled.
-x-
ooc/ Slightly ironic: I'm listening to music while I type and Face Down by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus just began playing.
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Post by Izzy-Lark on Jan 12, 2009 20:45:18 GMT -5
Ooc/ It’s okay, I understand. ^ ^ I usually preoccupy myself pretty well, so don’t worry.
-x-
“Dammit…” The boy muttered to himself.
Hitomi stared at him for a long time, keeping her hand tightly clasped around her chest plate so as not to let the spirit escape. She knew what happened to girls like her when the aliens showed up. They always morphed them with small, jelly-fish looking objects that turn them into monsters. These monsters would lose all memory, forgetting their loved ones, even…
Lowering her head, slightly, she whimpered. “Please, don’t…” She whispered, slightly. Her neck arched back, raising her head back up as another sharp stabbing pain attacked her insides. “I don’t want to--! Please--!!”
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Post by Kylie M. Caboose (Kyichu) on Jan 12, 2009 20:52:34 GMT -5
Kisshu hated himself. He was weak. These damned emotions just kept getting in his way. If only he could find a way to feel nothing at all...Oh how he wished he could numb himself to the unbearable pain that constantly wracked his torn and tattered heart. He could not save his people, he couldn't woo his Koneko-Chan, and he couldn't even take the girl's spirit. He released her, cursing himself all the while. How could he be so pathetic? He cursed his weakness and turned to leave.
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Post by Izzy-Lark on Jan 12, 2009 20:58:20 GMT -5
Feeling the pressure on her chest resonate, Hitomi took in a deep breath of the cool, night time air. She gasped a few times, leaning forward into the ground to cough and hack. He’d released her… Why, though…?
Hitomi took a firm hold on the earth beneath her, intertwining her fingertips with the grass and clenching her teeth together. The pain was going away too quickly. She looked up to admire his features once more, but he had his back turned to her at that point. “Wait--!” She exhaled out of instict. “I’ve seen you… huff, huff… on the news… puff, huff… Why—Why do you wear a sad face all the—“
She let her forehead drop to cough more. “…All the time…”
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Post by Kylie M. Caboose (Kyichu) on Jan 12, 2009 21:03:44 GMT -5
ooc/ sorry, this is my last post for the night and then I have to log. If you want you can post again and I'll answer it tomorrow. I'm up at like, five in the morning so I can probably get a reply in before school.
Kisshu winced at the question. Why was he always sad? His Koneko-Chan didn't love him, his people were dying, and the beautiful planet of which he had always dreamed had been reduced to what would soon be a pile of rubble. Instead of answering her, he began to leave.
"I'll be back for you soon."
ooc/ Buh bye!
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Post by Izzy-Lark on Jan 12, 2009 21:07:50 GMT -5
"I'll be back for you, soon."
The words stung at Hitomi's mind like a razorblade slicing through the top of her forehead, and then the sharp pain was back. This time, however, it wasn't because a light was resognating from her chest.
She raised a flattened hand to her mouth, which was mildly agape. More tears escaped the fragile, dark beads that could have been called eyes by any other person if they hadn't been so thoroughly soaked in tears.
"Who are you...?"
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Post by Kylie M. Caboose (Kyichu) on Jan 13, 2009 12:09:23 GMT -5
ooc/ Hello there again.
-x-
Kisshu ground his teeth. How had he let such a weak and impertinent being get under his skin like that? It had been a mistake to have gone on his quest with his mind hopelessly filled with problems and dillemas that would keep him from destroying the humans quickly and easilly. It was even more foolish to have gone while Ichigo consumed his heart and mind. Oh how she destroyed him. Oh how he hated to love her.
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Post by Izzy-Lark on Jan 13, 2009 13:28:57 GMT -5
Whimpering, Hitomi lifted her knee up to her chest, pushing herself upward into a standing position. She looked at him sympathetically with a glimmer of acceptance in her eyes. Gasping for breath, she took a single step foreward. A gentle smile grew slowly on her lips. This young man was clearly feeling the same pain that she did... He had the same, dreadful feeling in his throat when he thought about that one person that was beyond his reach. Despite the fact that he had just tried to kill her, Hitomi was willing to see the lighter side of the situation, as she always was.
"Fine.... I'll introduce MYSELF first..." She exhaled. "My name's Hitomi... Hitomi Kisaragi..."
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Post by Izzy-Lark on Jan 13, 2009 18:38:30 GMT -5
ooc/ *salutes* ready to start up when you are!
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