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Post by FUJIOKA SAYURI on Jul 15, 2012 10:58:32 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; width: 500px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #fff; width: 490px; padding: 5px;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 23px; font-weight: bold; color: #494949; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #f1f1f1 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: right;]DREAMLESS LONG NIGHTS,[/style][style=background-color: #494949; width: 490px; height: 25px;][style=font-family: arial; color: #fff; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; text-shadow: #333333 1px 1px 2px; padding-top: 4px; padding-left: 5px;] THAT WAS WHAT MY YOUTH WAS FOR[/style][/style] | [atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.2px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;][style=background-color: #494949; padding: 2px; height: 100px; width: 100px; opacity: 0.8; margin-right: 5px; float: left;]  [/style]
It was even odder finding spare time on her hands during the weekend. Usually, her carefully mapped out timetable was filled with all sorts of things to do, from family obligations, social parties to simple homework and council duties. Of course, she'd spend a good part of her time simply doing nothing, because people were tiring if you associated with idiots all the time. It was always the same old people who gave her no end of trouble, and like any living being, she was tired of the constant noise in her life. But today, today was different. She had a whole day open just for relaxing, and Sayuri found herself bored. Therefore, she thought, she would find something to do. That little something would be making an old friend, Jiro, give her a visit. Sure, he was a middle class child, and the first part of their friendship involved Sayuri sneaking out of the house to visit him, but in the end, as much as a failure he was, the boy was still a warlock. That meant something in her parents eyes, and over time, they got used to having him around.
Flipping to the beginning of the final chapter of her paperback novel, she slipped the metal bookmark in between the pages, closing it and putting it aside. Her mobile phone was ringing again. She reached for the device, touching the screen in order to see the message.
She snorted.
Ah, it was about time for her to start their lesson, wasn't it? Admittedly, Sayuri didn't fancy herself to be a good teacher, but anyone, after witnessing the boy's 'efforts' to use magic would come to the conclusion that he needed help. The blonde girl somewhat developed a soft spot for the boy over the years, and couldn't find herself arguing against the idea of helping him with his magic. What was a warlock without his magic? Sayuri sighed. Seeing as you were blessed with the powers that a human could never dream to possess, it didn't take much to understand that you had to treasure it, nurture it, treat it well. Now, if the boy wasn't so obsessed with getting into trouble and fighting for no good reason, Sayuri knew he'd be great too. Magic was not something you learnt overnight. Sayuri remembered her years of practice that got her this far.
The girl in question looked up, her expression looking as if she was dazed, utterly lost in thought when a knock sounded on her door. She ordered the one behind it to open the door, knowing that only a servant would behave as such. Her other family members didn't knock like that away.
“Ojou-sama, you have a guest waiting at the door.” The slim part time maid in her mid twenties politely stated, with her head dipped slightly. The woman stood at the door, waiting for further instructions.
“He's here then.” Sayuri muttered to herself, standing up and brushing off imaginary crumbs off her dress. Her usual apathetic eyes brightened up a little at the maid's declaration. Not that she'd ever admit it, but the girl was rather fond of the red head's company. The amount of friends she had in general could be easily counted with her hands.
Sayuri sighed. “I will go to him. He's at the door, correct?” Watching the maid reply with a court 'yes', confirming her statement, Sayuri then moved out of one of the many living spaces, allowing the maid to clean up after her. The maid obediently moved out of the way and took several steps back, allowing one of the ladies of the house to leave before entering herself.
The walk to the main entrance was a brisk one. Not only was the distance between the main hall and the room she was previously sitting in close, Sayuri was also walking a bit quicker than usual. When she made it and saw the red headed boy's slightly taller figure, Sayuri easily contained her excitement. Things like that was stupid, anyway.
“Jiro. You're finally here.” She greeted with a small smile, posture stiff from strict training since she could remember. “What took you so long, anyway?” She suddenly snapped, eyebrows contracting. “You know how much I hate waiting. You should really know better. Punctuality is important to me.”[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 140px; padding: 5px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: arial; color: #494949; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: left; border-bottom: 2px solid #494949; font-weight: bold;]TAGS[/style]
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Post by MASASHI JIRO on Jul 15, 2012 18:02:41 GMT -5
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;][STYLE=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #DB7367; margin-left: -3px;]◤[/style][STYLE=float: right; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #DB7367;margin-right: -3px;]◥[/style]
[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 52px; color: #DB7367; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 36px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 8px 0px 15px;]✖ DREAMS TURN[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 300px; background-color: #DB7367; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #EBEBEB; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 3px 10px 3px 10px;]INTO NIGHTMARES. OUR MEETING WAS A SPOILER BECAUSE HOWEVER YOU LOOK AT IT, THE ENDING WAS CLEAR. THE ILLUSION DIES AS TIME DRAGS ON. [/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/SpvFY.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: #DB7367 5px solid;] [/style]
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[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #CFA6A1; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] i-i wish i knew what i wrote. otl [/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;] Jiro wasn’t exactly the nicest guy in town. Some considered Jiro a bit of a bully, constantly picking fights with kids, adults, anyone that really rubbed him the wrong way. His violent tendencies had already given him a record and a few hospitalizations. It was worth it to Jiro. The thought of being on top, it was far to appealing. No more getting picked on. He was respected or at least, he thought he was. Fear, respect, what’s the difference? In Jiro’s mind it was all the same. Jiro had certainly changed over the years, the younger Masahi Jiro would have never thought that way.
Jiro was walking to Sayuri’s. He had lessons with her; it wasn’t as if he had completely and utterly forgotten about it, this time. He had forgotten on numerous occasions before, and on the other hand, he hated being in the East District. He just hated the feel, like everyone looked down upon anyone who walked in. He never liked it. Even as a small child, he hated coming to this place. Of course, then he had no idea why he didn’t like it. Now he knew why. He was looked down upon for just living in one of the poorest districts.
Jiro had known Sayuri for about… a really god damn long time. They were childhood friends. He wasn’t the only one that had changed, but that wasn’t bad. He loved Sayuri no matter what happened, she was one of his first friends. She would jump to his rescue when they were younger. She was something stable in Jiro’s life, and he could lean on her in a sense. Not like he needed someone else. He was perfectly fine dealing with his own issues, his own way. A punch here, and a kick there. It solved Jiro’s issues, a majority of the time.
He reached the gate, only to be stopped by a guard positioned outside it. The man’s eyes were covered by his hair. The man’s uniform was one of a security guard, and it was evident that he was. Who else would bother standing outside the gate?
“Er, miss? You can’t go in there.”
Jiro’s fuse was short and easy to ignite. Jiro’s eye twitched with anger, and he brought his hand to his brow. “I’m not a miss, stupid. I’m a man. Are you fucking blind?” |
[/b] Jiro flipped his orange hair as he stared daggers at the guard. “You still can’t go in there, and no, I’m not fucking blind, thank you very much.” The security guard said firmly, his voice reeked with authority. Was Jiro going to listen to him? Fuck no. “Listen here, man-who-sucks-so-bad-that-he-has-to-be-a-security-officer. I have business with the Fujioka family. Are you fucking new? Are you fucking retarded?”[/b] Jiro’s hands were crossed over his chest. “Let me the fuck in.”“No.”“Then I’ll just beat the shit out of you, and when you’re knocked out, I’ll take the keys.”“No matter what you say I won- Wait what?”“You heard me; I’m not fucking repeating myself.”[/b] “Listen here, little boy. Your persistence is futile.”“Well, your resistance is futile.” Jiro’s fingers drummed against his arm, this was getting horribly annoying. If he was better at magic, he’d use that bending spell, but who knows what the fuck would happen if he did. He’d probably pronounce it wrong, and the man might explode or something. That would just be messy, and get on his clothes. Jiro did not want blood all over his dress. He liked it way too much. Wait wasn’t there a spell that unlocked gates? Jiro ran the idea through his head. He pulled out his wand muttering a short spell, and the gates flung open. Jiro placed the stick of wood back into his pocket, his eyes flickering over to the guard who stood there wide-eyed and mouth open. The guard thought he was surprised? The guard wasn’t nearly as surprised as Jiro, his spell actually working for once in his life. Granted the spell wasn’t anything complicated, but still it was an amazing feat for Jiro. He walked past the guard who was still in a state of shock. He quickly walked down the road, turning into Sayuri’s house, walking up the pathway that led to the door. He knocked quickly. Before long Sayuri opened the door. “Jiro. You're finally here.” “Yeah, I’m here.” He said, as if he was reassuring himself that he was here. Was she smiling or was Jiro seeing things?” “What took you so long, anyway?” “Well, you see, the guard was a complete and utter ass and wouldn’t let me through the gate.”[/b] Jiro placed his hands on his hips. “So, I used that gate opening spell, and it actually worked correctly. Come on, Yuri-chan, you have to be proud of me, even though I’m late.”“You know how much I hate waiting. You should really know better. Punctuality is important to me.”“You’re just impatient, love.” Jiro grinned, who was he to talk? He had no patience. “So, I was thinking, since today is such an oh-so-lovely day, we could go have today’s lesson outside. Just look at the sky, it’s fucking beautiful today. I bet you’ve been dying to get outside of that stuffy house of your’s. We could go somewhere or we could just go in your yard or something. Anything really, I just don’t feel like going inside today.”That was true, Jiro didn’t feel like going inside today, but in all honesty he didn’t really want to sit around in her house. He felt awkward inside of it, like everything was made for show and not for touch. God forbid if he broke something by accident or some shit. [/style][/td][/tr][/table] [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;][STYLE=width: 320px; font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; color: #CFA6A1; letter-spacing: 1px; border-top: #CFA6A1 1px dashed;]MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND ( ★)[/style] |
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Post by FUJIOKA SAYURI on Jul 19, 2012 16:12:27 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; width: 500px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #fff; width: 490px; padding: 5px;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 23px; font-weight: bold; color: #494949; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #f1f1f1 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: right;]DREAMLESS LONG NIGHTS,[/style][style=background-color: #494949; width: 490px; height: 25px;][style=font-family: arial; color: #fff; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; text-shadow: #333333 1px 1px 2px; padding-top: 4px; padding-left: 5px;]THAT WAS WHAT MY YOUTH WAS FOR[/style][/style] | [atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.2px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;][style=background-color: #494949; padding: 2px; height: 100px; width: 100px; opacity: 0.8; margin-right: 5px; float: left;] [/style]
The smaller girl folded her arms across her chest, hiding one of her hands from view.
"Well, do forgive him." Sayuri paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "I do believe he's new. Murasaki-san, our old guard that used to do the front gates is on... holiday, right now. As you know, Fuji-san, the older one, retired two weeks ago." Sayuri pressed her lips together lightly, as if deep in thought, but in reality, she was just remembering that goodbye party the employees held for the sake of Fuji-san. Sayuri herself had gone to thank him for his service over the years.
So naturally, it meant that Sayuri missed the majority of what he said next, catching only the words ' gate opening spell ', because Jiro was infamous for being a failure with regards to his magic, yet Sayuri did not hear any explosions or screams from any of the maids. That was strange.
"You used the gate opening spell?" Sayuri tried to collect herself again. "Ah, you mean the unlocking spell. Right. I taught you that last week, didn't I? Uh, you used it on my gate? I hear no screams of terror, so I'm guessing you did a good job. Well done." Her praise oozed an odd warmth that seemed out of place, unnatural in her normal, bland speech pattern.
"I'm not impatient. I'm pretty patient, actually. I've been waiting for fourty five minutes. That's patient." Actually, Sayuri was prepared to wait for an hour if needs be, but luckily the boy managed to arrive before that.
"Refrain from using the words 'fucking' and 'beautiful' together. I like the weather just as it is." Sayuri didn't notice that what she said didn't make much sense, as she already shrugged it off and was moving onto the next subject. "I don't mind going outside. It's a decent idea. Just don't blow up... the greenhouse. The gardens. My cousin's roses. Then you'll be fine." Sayuri nodded, holding out her fingers to count the amount of things they had to be careful of. It would be Sayuri's responsibility to see to that they would be protected from Jiro's clumsy spells.
Ah well. It should be fine.
Tipping her head to the side, Sayuri's expression softened.
"Shall we be off then?" She begun, before twirling around on one foot and briskly walking away from the front door. It would simply be easier using the back door for access to one of the... emptier gardens. She trusted Jiro enough not to touch or break the elegant décor her parents insisted on buying just to throw their money on something. Sayuri couldn't care less though.
They soon arrived at the back door, with a butler opening the doors for her. Sayuri nodded and picked up her skirts before stepping outside, then letting them go again.
That afternoon, the sun was sitting hazily in the sky, watching them from up above. The house was already quite warm for Sayuri, therefore she had dressed herself in a light, floaty summer dress in typical pastel colours. She wasn't too warm, but she hoped the sun's rays wouldn't grow stronger. Now, Sayuri preferred not to get sunburnt. But if she had to use a spell, she would do so. The seventeen year old just enjoyed using spells minimally, that was all.
"I don't usually do this, but... what would you like to learn today, Jiro? You could either practice an existing spell, I could teach you a new one, or you could request something. I feel generous today." Sayuri huffed in amusement. It was rare for her to be so generous, to offer so much. But it was for Jiro. Therefore Sayuri didn't have any reason not to offer him anything.
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