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Post by Tamashii ha kodomo wo nomado on Feb 21, 2011 19:01:16 GMT -8
A calm and rather abandoned vibrant park in a section of Death City. It is a place that has a small sandbox with a couple of swings to play upon, with a bench or two here and there. There is a moderately sized tree within the center of the park with a plethora of foliage covering a decent amount of the bottom of it, which provides shielding from the sun as well as rain.
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Post by Tamashii ha kodomo wo nomado on Feb 21, 2011 19:26:57 GMT -8
Walking in the park without much on the mind, Geas took note to seeing nobody around at the moment. His eyes were a bit calm, for feeling it being a drag to him to have to teach children how the school works in it's various ways. Even if some have been here for months and whatnot, he still feels it's a bit troublesome seeing as he has to give out work for them to do. In some sense, he does know a good thing or two about particular skills that meisters and weapons can use, which is probably why the gave him the job of teaching them in the first place.
Geas would sigh and take out a cigarette, his beloved backstabbing friend which would calm him, but also kill him over time. He'd take a seat at a bench and let out a huff of air. He would take his time here and relax, for he didn't have much of anything else to do today. The Death Scythe would place his hands behind his neck and lean back into the bench. He would place his hand in his pocket soon after and go about digging around for a lighter.
"Now where did that darn thing go."
Geas would say knowing he had it in his pocket somewhere. Just where was the question. He would go digging around, moving past breath mints, and sanitary gel. Then he'd catch it. Feeling the cold ridges of the gear-like lighter. He would pull it out with an index finger and thumb and flick the gear to it, pushing out a golden-orange flame. Putting his cigarette tip to it, he'd puff a couple of times and let the flame go out. He'd place the lighter back in his pocket and now chill out with both arms up on the bench top. He was at peace now. Moving his hand to his face to pick out the cig with two fingers, he'd blow out the smoke and then look around, dragging his eyes across the way to look at his environment.
Somehow... he could relate to it.
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Post by Tamashii ha kodomo wo nomado on Feb 22, 2011 21:55:20 GMT -8
Geas would place the cigarette back on his lips and just let the smoke from it dance. He'd let out a hum as a puff of a cloud came by, as a wisp. It was trailing slightly fast. The cloud was simply sweet to look at. Geas just took that moment to watch it float on by, like a boat in an upside down river. He'd see it's dark reflection hit the ground where it trace and he would sigh out as the cloud was so distant from him as he was to it.
In a way he was very amiss by the clouds appearance... perhaps he was looking to hard into something so simplistic. Geas would close his eyes and let the sun hit is face and hands, it felt so warm to him. Days like this felt wonderful, in a way he wished they could last forever. However, a Death Scythe's job is never done. He would probably get a quick drink and then head back to the school and get the test ready for the students. Knowing there had to be at least something work related in his agenda today.
Standing up he would place his hands in his pockets of the brown hooded jacket and walk off. The gear-like spurs on his boots clicked lightly as he'd walk down the way back to the school.
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Post by Hero on Mar 1, 2011 21:49:35 GMT -8
Whether or not class was meeting that day, Devesh Duvvoori did not know. In fact, he was relatively unaware of most everything that was going on that afternoon. He'd only woken up perhaps an hour prior, and after getting ready he'd been rudely booted from his house by his mother with instructions to go to school and do something. Of course doing something was most definitely not on Dev's list of things that he enjoyed, so he decided to ignore his mother's warnings and instead camp out in the park. Dev liked the park. There usually weren't too many people there, so it was nice and quiet, and nice and quiet places were good for cloud-gazing. And naps. Though at the moment, Dev was doing the former. His chin was inclined and his eyes were focused in the direction of the blue sky above him where fluffy white clouds were drifting past. He clung loosely to the chains of the swing on which he was seated while his feet pressed lazily against the dirt ground, causing him to move slowly back and forth. All in all, it was a very relaxing situation.
He very muchly hoped that no one would come along and ruin it.
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Post by God on Mar 2, 2011 19:16:29 GMT -8
Hmmm.
Maeve was in deep thought as she trudged across the park, peeling fingers back from her fist as she went over her list of things to do that day. Well, the most puzzling thing that happened to cross her mind was that there really wasn't much she needed to do. She had already gone food shopping the other day, her brother wasn't around to keep up with all the much lately, and home work hadn't exactly made it's way into the scene quite yet. By the time her feet reached the sand of the park play ground, Maeve paused to take a quick look at her watch. Letting out another hum, she furrowed her brows at the time she had till class began. As she stood, she took the time to become fully aware of where she had gotten to. Allowing her expression to soften up as her hands patted her pleated skirt ever so slightly, soon moving to adjusting her shirt and unzipped jacket. It was gorgeous outside and Maeve certainly hoped they'd get to go outside during class today. Letting out a breath of air, Maeve pushed her red rimmed glasses a bit further up her nose before heading off once more.
Just before she passed the entirety of the park, she had to cross a small banner of swings. Sitting speciously on of of her swings was a classmate of hers. She had done her research and recognized him as that one kid that, well... He didn't do much.
"Hey," she started, standing directly in front of his swing, furrowing her brows ever so slightly. He didn't seem to be paying any attention. Reaching out with her hand, she proceeded to repeat herself while giving the boy a firm tap at either side of his face. Finally attaining the attention she desired, Maeve gave the boy a thin smile.
"You're going to class, right?" she asked, leaning forward ever so slightly and watching the brown boy over the rim of her glasses. He was certainly pretty for a boy. Maeve bet that she could easily take him in a fight.
"If so, you better hurry. I bet class is about to start." C:
All said and done, Maeve leaned back and then returned to her path to school, which included thoroughly bumping into Dev's swing.
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Post by Hero on Mar 3, 2011 12:50:11 GMT -8
Of course the world really loved to ruin his relaxation time.
Dev hadn't noticed the girl at first, as his mind had already wandered far, but when she touched his face he snapped violently back into reality. Instead of a fantastical princess feeding him grapes, he was now staring at a red-haired girl with red eyes and red glasses. His expression turned wary at her smile, and he leaned back as she leaned forward. What? Class? So it was meeting that day. And soon, apparently. Despite the girl's innocent appearance, she seemed a bit frightening to him. There was something about the way she looked at him, as if she were sizing him up. And he could tell she didn't think much of him. Nobody ever thought much of him. It was just bothersome that some girl was telling him what to do. Sort of.
Carefully, Devesh glanced away from her, putting on a sour face. He looked even more sour as she bumped into him, which upset the gentle pendulum-like swinging he'd been doing up until then and sending him in a sort of half-moon path. His frown deepened as he placed his feet on the ground and stopped the bizarre movement, and with a grumpy huff, he stood up. Well, fine then! He glared at the back of the girl's head as he followed after her, albeit several yards behind.
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Post by psychobillynight on Mar 4, 2011 18:29:28 GMT -8
"GuruGuruGuruGuruGuru..." Jake chanted as he tunneled through the ground in his drill mode. Man what a boring day for the drill weapon... Another day, another not having a Meister. He had to get one soon. It was just his personality that kept him from his goal of being a death weapon. "GURUGURUGURU GUUUUURUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" Jake shouted as he shot into the surface and landed on his feet "THAT WAAAAS AAAAWESOME! BWAHA!" Jake smirked as he began to walk through the park swiping the dirt off his clothes. "Man this is boring." Jake yawned softly to himself.
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Post by Black-Top Riddler on Mar 5, 2011 8:07:01 GMT -8
Luffy, while running to class, went through the park. She didn't know whether or not it was the fastest way, but she was running. It must be fine! The blond looked behind her to see if Tammy was follow.
She wasn't. Oh well~ She's a big girl. But Luffy decided she was a good friend so she started to skid to a stop. Luffy's sandal lace untied while she was running though.
She slipped, rolled, and bumped into someone. Of course she didn't apologize though. Luffy just got pissed of at her shoes. "This is why I don't wear these!" Kicking them off into some bushes, she fell...again. On her back.
Blinking, she looked at whoever she bumped into. Black hair, blue eyes... Kinda covered in dirt. Luffy just smiled and waved, still on the floor. "Well hello there."
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Post by monoke on Mar 6, 2011 2:06:21 GMT -8
Mozzaina sighed as she slowly took a walk through the park, she had nothing to do at the shop and there seemed to be a class so she couldn't watch anyone else fighting. She slowly trudged along the grass laid park and yawned, she wasn't sure whether she was bored or tired as he had been up till the early hours of the morning repairing a dress for a wealthy lady, the dress consisted of; feathers, gems, golden threads, silver threads. Everything that would make a garment out of an ordinary person budget, she couldn't believe that people still bought dresses like it let alone wore them. She guessed it was probably for a ball or a dance.
The girl yawned again as she sat down on one of the many wooden benches around the area, the grass was still damp with dew and it sparkled in the sun light, it looked like it was going to be a nice, average day "Yey, average" thought the witch as she leaned back into the bench getting comfortable, but not too comfortable otherwise she would be falling asleep and that would be rather embarrassing. She pondered. Mozz hadn't had any adventure or excitement recently and she was starting to crave it, she wanted her adrenaline to get pumping, her heart to race, it was what she loved about being in the town, she could fight people. Well she used to be able to fight people, now she only makes , stitches and mends. What the girl would give to just be involved in one fight...
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Post by Black-Top Riddler on Mar 9, 2011 17:07:50 GMT -8
Jumping up from her surprisingly comfortable spot on the ground she waved slightly at the boy. Not even waiting for a reply or a introduction, Luffy sped off. "See you later dude!" There was not much of a chance of that happening though. Meh; She'll be able to spot him, whatever. Off to a class she was late to! Thank god she ran faster without shoes.
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Post by Tamashii ha kodomo wo nomado on Mar 13, 2011 10:42:53 GMT -8
A decent day within the park through the eyes of the poetic eyes of Lock Takens. His green eyes capturing the essence that is today. "Such beauty amassed on such a blue sea from above! These eyes will remember such a moment as this as time vanishes from my mind." Lock was within one of his poetic states again, stepping through the world and watching the sky above with only wisps of clouds tottering by within their cloudy ways.
Lock would easily immerse himself within the simplistic beauties, such as a day within the park, staring at the blue sky without a care in the world. Lock would let out a hum and smile letting the beauties of the blue sky soak in. After releasing it all within a delightful sigh, Lock would feel the soul of a few within the park area. Firstly catching a woman or a young lady, a little on the short side and rather interesting to say the least. A familiar look she had to her, something that really rang a bell. Lock knew her from the fashion store, correct?
With a simple breeze catching on his face and pushing his hair to the side with a kiss, Lock would approach her with no hesitation. "Why good day to you!" He would say to her with a loving smile. "I find you very familiar, like the sun is to pleasant days such as this one. I lack a bit of taste through my minds eye, which is why I beseech you." Lock would brush the hair the wind had kissed for him to the side, and his green eyes would sparkle slightly to her.
"Would you happen to be the young mistress down the way, owning the fashion establishment?" He would ask her curiously. "If you may be, I would like to speak about tailoring a stunning suit to which my one and only beloved shall know of my devotion to her through my gentleman's apparel." He would say to her. "I must woo her, for me to become a pair with her. There is no other who could satisfy such a yearning for mastery with thy powerful lash!"
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Post by monoke on Mar 13, 2011 15:21:42 GMT -8
Mozz relaxed into the bench she was sitting in, it was a calm day, the breeze was flowing and the sun was shining. Nothing much interesting. She heard a hum from afar and wondered who it could be, by the sound of it, it was a man but with a very feminine kind of voice. Her suspicions were answered when the man started speaking to her in verse. Lines of poetry were spoken to her, it was an intriguing type of conversation and she decided to keep it up "I am the seamstress from the shop in the city, but may I ask who this gentlemen may be? For I hear words as poetic as the cherry blossoms on a tree in the season for which they bloom but I do not recognize the face" it wasn't the best of poems she had written but it was all she could think of in this short moment in time.
She looked at the man and was absorbed by his green eyes, so close to emeralds were they, it was a green like grass and they shone like jewels. " Suits are not my specialty but i'm sure for a man who looks like the perfect mannequin and speaks like a poet laureate I could make a sharp suit to make any girl fall" Her curiosity slowly began to kick in as she wondered about who this man's target was... Mozzaina picked up flecks of hints by mentally logging ' become a pair with her' and 'mastery with thy powerful lash'. in her mind she began to pick the words to pieces. She did this for a good few seconds and concluded that the man was a meister wanting to pair up with a young feamle weapon and that the girl transformed into a whip or some kind of weapon that causes a lash.
She relaxed into the bench and smiled at the man "If you want a special suit to woo this young lady then come by the shop in an hour, I'll ask for every detail and soon produce a sketch that i'm sure will even sweep yourself off your feet." she giggled and waited for the young man's response. She knew this boy would want the garment a.s.a.p so depending on how much he was going to pay depended how quickly she would truly ge it to him by.
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Post by Tamashii ha kodomo wo nomado on Mar 13, 2011 18:20:39 GMT -8
The young man, Lock would glace upon her face, knowing that his assumption was correct. It was indeed the same lady who sat on the bench of the park upon this wonderful day. Lock would look to her and smile sweetly, a rather boyish and charming smile which he deemed quite suitable for the situation. "I am glad to have met up with you and I wish to pursue this special suit for my special one, the apple of my eye, the lustrous being who doth lack nothing within her beauty."
Lock would close his eyes and feel his heart flutter when talking about her again. He would pay attention to the last of the woman's words as she relaxed into the bench once again. With the charming smile awakening once again he would nod to her. "I see." He would say to her with a triumphant smile, he would place his hands on his hips. "Very well then! I shall claim my presence to you within the hour!" He would say pointing to the sky. "I shall bequeath all my details to you and with a steadfast precision!" He would say to her.
With a wink to the woman he would smile once again and wave to her. "Till then mistresses of the seam." He would say to her as he'd walk off with a subtle glow about him.
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Post by monoke on Mar 14, 2011 13:54:53 GMT -8
Monoke giggled as she watched the boy speak in his poetic lines. His movements were even to the beats in the poem, it's like the boy couldn't run without a rhythm. She pondered on the boys appearance "Hmm if I was a few hundred years younger I would tap that.." she smirked to herself and stood up as the man bit his farewell "Good day" she waved the boy off and giggled. She slowly walked off back to the shop where she would wait an hour preparing for the male's appearance. -Exeunt Mozz-
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