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Post by NYOKONO MIKU on Sept 26, 2009 12:31:20 GMT -5
 MIKUOnce upon a time there was a girl
You really wouldn't call her typical
Had her own definition of cool
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She bounded down the streets, skipping along merrily, and whistle happily to herself. She held a package in her arms, clutching it tightly to her chest. She got off training early today, her parents were off hunting something, and they didn't want to take poor Miku. Oh well, the blue haired girl had a huge smile on her face today, and she wasn't in the mood to train.
Miku stopped abruptly, skidding to a halt on the warm asphalt. The sun beat down on her exposed shoulder, and warmed the checks of her face. she set down his package, and carefully brushed of anything -or nothing- from her simple green dress. She sat down shortly after. and held the brown package in her hands.
She flipped it over, examining it carefully, trying to figure out the easiest way to open it, a content expression rested on her face. she whispered something quickly to herself, and laid the package on her lap. "Okay let's get started!" she announced, startling a lot of people who were casually passing by. She held there gazes when they looked stranger at her, and gave a huge smile. Maybe someone would want to come over and help her.
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Post by TSUKIMI HANA on Oct 3, 2009 5:50:53 GMT -5
I hear the laughter, I taste the tears,
But, I don't think I can ever get near you now;
She knew it. She just knew it. Her father had sent her away again in an "errand" of buying more ingredients for his next recipe. But, as they both already knew, he stopped cooking when Hana's brother disappeared a few months ago. Or was it years? She couldn't tell. It's been so long, and her heart ached to see him again.
Anyway, it was another excuse for her to leave the house. Unfortunately, her mother, the only person in the world aside from her brother, who could actually argue against the angry criticisms of her father, was out in a business trip in Italy. "Oh well. At least I can use this time to practice my violin."
It was high noon in Kyokujitsu, when the residents of the town would come out, and eat their meals under the afternoon sun. At this time of the day, yellow butterflies would usually appear, flying slowly in the hot, humid air, but, they didn't seem to mind it.
Hana walked gracefully along the asphalt streets, with her white dress flowing in the wind. She held her violin case, with the initials, H.T., written bluntly on it, like it had a small aura of its own.
Her father had always showed his hatred in her, ever since her brother disappeared under mysterious circumstances. No one knows what happened, but her father managed to place the blame on her, probably because of the part she played in that.
Then, her thoughts were suddenly interrupted when she saw a small girl, with silky blue hair, and mesmerizing purple eyes, sitting by herself in the ground. Hana's brown eyes wandered to the package she was holding, and then proceeded to stare at the girl herself. She held a different aura from most of the villagers, like she had a secret hidden deeply within her. Hana was shocked as well, because she had never seen that girl before, but it felt like she knew her already, or they were connected somehow.
Setting her violin case down, she walked towards the small girl, determined to get some answers. She then flashed a small smile, which was obviously fake, for she had vowed to herself that she would never smile truly again, until she finds her brother, and until her father finally accepts her as his daughter.
"Hello there. What are you doing here by yourself? Do you want any help with that?"
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Word Count ; 405 words!
Music ; Polonaise Brilliante No. 1
Comments ; Boredom. Hope you don't mind.
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Post by NYOKONO MIKU on Oct 4, 2009 10:21:02 GMT -5
MIKUOnce upon a time there was a girl
You really wouldn't call her typical
Had her own definition of cool
She lived in her own world- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It isn't hard to say that Miku noticed Hana before she came up to her. She was staring at Miku with a confused glance. Miku didn't hold her gaze for long, quickly glancing back at the package. She noticed a couple of things, that lady had a violin, and that she was a hunter. Today was a prefect day to go out and find new people, it was a clear sky, with the sun beating down on everyone, showing their own shadows.
She acted as if she was caught off guard, jumping slightly and squeaking in surprise. Her purple eyes got larger as she looked at the new lady. A huge smile was soon on her face, and Miku jumped up and wrap her small, fragile arms around the lady's waiste. "Hello~" she sang. "I would love help, and my name is Miku." she add, pointing to her chest. "But I don't know what I am doing." she confessed frowning slightly.
Miku shook her head and bite her bottom lip. Something about her smile, it seemed off to Miku. Maybe this girl wasn't someone to be befriend. Maybe, Miku started to think, later expelling those thoughts. Maybe Hana was someone important, or strong.
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note: I am sorry if it sucks, I just wanted to get you a reply, uh, I shouldn't let it suck. : ( : (
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Post by TSUKIMI HANA on Oct 5, 2009 4:42:29 GMT -5
I hear the laughter, I taste the tears,
But, I don't think I can ever get near you now;
Hana was quite shocked by Miku's sudden actions towards her, but, she decided to brush it off with another smile. Smoothing out her dress, she decided to introduce herself.
"Oh, you can call me Hana, Miku-chan. And, what do you mean by that? You...don't know what you're doing?"
She bluntly pointed at the small package beside the girl.
"Anyway, it's nice to meet you. And, I can definitely help you, if you do need it. I have some time in my hands right now."
Then, Hana crouched down, her smile never disappearing, and took Miku's hands, holding them quite tight, as a gesture of new friendship.
In her thoughts, Hana was puzzled still. The girl's purple eyes were so mysterious, and it felt like they were staring deeply at her soul.
Suddenly, everything around her disappeared. She felt unexpectedly numb, and her sight became fuzzy. She then saw herself in Miku's orbs, like a mirror of sorts. A small voice, so soft that she almost missed it, came out of nowhere and told her that ...
This girl here knows more than she lets on.
Another voice echoed inside her mind, slightly shocking her for the second time this day, bringing her out of her quiet daze. She looked again at Miku, and decided that maybe, whatever the voices in her head are saying, they must be true. She might even learn something new today.
Something ... about her hidden past.
Something ... about herself.
The hunters ...
[/color] You're one of them ... [/color] Who ... are the hunters?[/color], Hana then asked herself, finally letting go of Miku's hands. ---
Word Count ; 270 words!
Music ; Canon - D Major
Comments ; Your reply doesn't suck at all, Miku.  And, thanks for replying still. Your post helped me create an oppurtunity for Hana to start discovering/using her powers. And, I'm having fun roleplaying too! By the way, I had to retype my first reply in this thread, since I made a huge mistake earlier by modifying it, instead of posting a new reply. Sorry about that.
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Post by NYOKONO MIKU on Oct 5, 2009 20:42:20 GMT -5
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Post by TSUKIMI HANA on Oct 30, 2009 9:23:11 GMT -5
I hear the laughter, I taste the tears,
But, I don't think I can ever get near you now;
"Of course, Miku-chan. I'll do my best to help you."
Then, Hana gazed at the package and pointed to it again. "Old person, huh? I wonder who it is. Anyway, let's open it, and see what's inside!"
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Word Count ; 33 words!
Music ; My Answer
Comments ; Sorry for replying so late, Miku-chan! It was the month for my exams, so I wasn't able to come here much. Sorry again!
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