you don't always have to reap what you sow [OPEN]

[TANEMURA CHIHIRO]

[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;]✖ OUTTA MY WAY[/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;]I'M GOIN' SOMEWHERE, THIS IS NOT WHERE I WANNA BE. YOU CAN SAY WHAT YOU WANT, YOU CAN TELL ME I'M WRONG, LA DEE DA, LA DEE DEE.[/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://i46.tinypic.com/5ujvhx.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: #DB7367 5px solid;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #DB7367; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]TAGS[/style] open. [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #D48981; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]WORDS[/style] 840. [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #CFA6A1; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] i have no idea what's going on. like always.[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;]     Tanemura Chihiro was someone who's usually told that she was wrong - that she was incorrect. And she would surely agree with anybody if it was beneficial to her in some way or if she was forced to but, at the end of the day, she was still going to think that she was being treated unfairly. To Chihiro, she wasn't a person that made mistakes; how could she, when she was the vice president of St. Valentine's student council? Nevertheless, like anybody who was human - nevermind that she wasn't entirely human - Chihiro too was bound to find herself caught in some form of mishap. Sometimes even more often than all her peers combined in fact, because - let's face it - who in their right mind would go as far as taking apart something that didn't even belong to them? Clearly, Chihiro would. "Do excuse me, sir, but... what part of 'let me go', don't you understand, hm?" came the voice of a certain redhead who was currently inside a pachinko parlour at the west district, "Is it the part where it reads 'me'? Or is it the part where it spells 'go'?" she asked with a sarcastically beaming face, once again shaking the arms that were being held firmly by one of the parlour workers. However, her attention soon diverted when a sigh was heard coming from the man she was being 'shown' to. "I'm sure he understands you well enough to keep holding onto you." Chihiro's gaze instantly narrowed at the parlour manager, "Yeah? How about a friendly reminder that comes in the form of a kick in the crotch then, huh?!" she snapped, struggling to free her arms with to no avail. "Tanemura-san-" "-sama; Tanemura-sama," the sixteen year old interrupted. "Well, how does it feel then, Tanemura-sama, to find yourself sent to the manager's office of a pachinko parlour every three days?" "Perfectly unacceptable?" "... As it should," the man agreed, arching a brow at the fact that Chihiro had lifted her chin rather arrogantly, "So why is it that the same thing keeps happening to you?" Chihiro shrugged, "I dunno, 'cause you're bullying a high school student?" "Is that what you think we're doing?" "Am I mistaken? You can't honestly blame it all on me now, can you?" "And why not?" "Because I didn't do it?! How many times do I have to repeat myself? Just because some jobless, drunk pervert says that I was taking apart one of your stinkin' machines, doesn't mean that I was actually doing it!? For god's sake, he's drunk! Would you rather believe him or would you rather believe me? Oh, wait, I know the answer to this one - of course you'd rather believe him you stupid, sexist moron!" she shouted, struggling again as she tried to pull away from the 'guard', her expression looking almost like she was ready to spit out some flames. The man sighed, "How would you explain the screw driver in your hand, then? Or the monkey wrench we found in your bag?" "Asshole! You did not just go through my schoolbag without permission! So you're not only sexist, huh? You're even a thief! I bet you were looking for something lewd! Well, sorry to disappoint but I don't walk around with porn in my bag!" Chihiro barked viciously, but then quickly blinked and furrowed her eyebrows, "... And I can carry a screw driver and a monkey wrench with me all I want! Why do you care?! It's none of your business, is it?!" "It is if you're going to take my properties apart." the man replied sternly and Chihiro growled. "For the last time, I-" "Please escort Tanemura-san to the front while I make a call to the police station." the manager said to the other male worker who gave a nod. "Hey! You can't do this to me-! A-And it's Tanemura-sama! ... I'll sue you till you're penniless, you know?! Or if I die in the jail I'll seriously come back and haunt your ass off-!" the redhead shouted as she was being ushered to the exit of the office, "Are you listening to me?! You damn sexist! See! This is why I hate men! None of them are fair! Not a single one! Wait till my Dad hears about this, 'cause he totally will! And when he does-" the loud, barbaric tone of voice came to an abrupt stop when - through her struggles - Chihiro managed to accidentally kick another person nearby, which instantly set her off even further as she decided to take out all the rest of her frustration at the poor soul. "And who do you think you are?! Why're you standing in my way when I'm clearly busy? You with all these pachinko punks here, are ya? Yeah! I bet you are! Well, don't be shy! Don't scurry away! Come a little closer and let me kick your face in! At least I'll have a real reason to go to jail, then!"[/style]

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[ICHIHARA TAKASHI]

[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 0 5 20 10; background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2v3gcup.jpg);] [atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0][style=background-color: #fff; padding: 3px;] "] "] [/style] [atrb=style,width: 315px;][atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0][style=background-color: #fff; border-top-style: dotted; border-top-color: #e5e5e5; font-size:9px; line-height:11px; font-family:helvetica; text-align:center;]Who: Chihiro Words: 594 Notes: Lets shoot it up![/style] [style=background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.7; overflow: auto; width: 315px; height: 400px; padding: 7px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; color: #222222; text-align: justify;]Pachinko. It wasn't exactly the kind of place you would expect to find Takashi but here he was, sitting in front of a machine and somehow winning. Seriously, what was so hard about pachinko anyway? All you had to do was get a bunch of metal balls into some holes in hopes that more metal balls could fill this whole. Thankfully there wasn't too much innuendo into this game, just a bunch of flashing lights and money being wasted and won. Well technically it was illegal to actually gamble on these things. Once you actually one, you had to go exchange you're winnings for tokens to go cash in for money. If you weren't in it to make more cash then there were other prizes that you could trade in for. In reality, Takashi got a tip that Chihiro was here and that she's been getting into trouble with the manager a lot. That was no surprise since along with Yukari, these three have been getting into more trouble than they were worth. Speaking of trouble, looks like the redhead was in for it again. Apparently she began taking apart one of the pachinko machines. Well with his own eyes, Takashi actually verified that she started taking the machines apart. As expected from a Tanemura, Chi-Chan did a damn good job before they took her away. More likely than not, they took her to the managers office. This would surely give Takashi enough time to plan an escape route. Getting up from his machine and grabbing his bag, Takashi began to head down a few aisle before turning down one and stopping near the man who gave him the tip in the first place. "Uncle, how much time do I have?" Takashi asked looking towards the direction of the manager's office. "Ten minutes. I give you all permission to destroy the place if you have to. They should know that it's best to not fuck with the a Tanemura. Well teach em a lesson and remember, non lethal force." The man said rising up from his seat. Uncle proceeded to hand Takashi a gun, full of rubber bullets and probably for Chihiro since Takashi always carried his. Taking out his pistol from his special made holster, he placed the extra back in there and began the operation. The boy moved quickly keeping his weapon hidden by keeping it tucked in between his ribcage and his school blazer. He got close towards the office but they seem to be escorting her out. "The hell do you think you're going kid?" One of the guards said struggling with the redhead. Takashi kept walking until he got close enough to take a good shot but of course, Chihiro kicked him. It didn't knock him off balance too much, actually it put him in a better position. "To complain, first my machine cheats me and now I get assaulted. Oh by the way, I hope you two have good doctors." Takashi said pulling out the concealed weapons. BOOM! HEADSHOT! Despite the fact that the bullets were rubber, they hurt like hell and the force behind the bullet helped in the knockout process. "Always getting into damn trouble. Be grateful that my uncle told me to save you're ass. Normally I'd have a plan but orders are to make that manager pay. So take this and lead the way." Takashi said throwing the extra pistol towards her. If she needed more ammo, Takashi would just toss it to her. Right now it was time for a bit of vengeance. [/style]

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[TANEMURA CHIHIRO]

[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;]✖ OUTTA MY WAY[/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;]I'M GOIN' SOMEWHERE, THIS IS NOT WHERE I WANNA BE. YOU CAN SAY WHAT YOU WANT, YOU CAN TELL ME I'M WRONG, LA DEE DA, LA DEE DEE.[/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://i46.tinypic.com/5ujvhx.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: #DB7367 5px solid;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #DB7367; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]TAGS[/style] open & ichihara takashi. [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #D48981; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]WORDS[/style] 938. [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #CFA6A1; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] nope, this didn't take forever. *shot* and LOL it's all so random and stupid, i'm sorry. ;;[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;]     Perhaps it was all due to the heat of the moment, but it took the Tanemura a second or two to realize exactly who she had just sent a kick towards. Eyes narrowing, she stared at her childhood friend as he spoke. A brow soon arched and the crimson orbs came to a brief closure when she noticed the guns in the blacklette's possession. Near arrogant smirk dawned upon her features as the grip on her right loosened. And when her eyes reopened, the sixteen year old pulled her left arm forward then sent an elbow to the other security's face. Blood oozed out of the man's nose, and Chihiro grinned, "Heee~ ne, what're your thoughts on your sudden bleeding during this time of the month? Something new to think about isn't it? Well, don't forget to write me a report!" she said, sparkling rather innocently as she took her steps backward and flickering her vision over to her childhood friend when he shouted at her. "Hey! You screw off right now! I was only curious about their pachinko machines and next thing I knew, my hands just decided to start moving on their own!" she whined, catching the pistol tossed at her with one hand, "In fact-" the argument was about to continue before she caught a glimpse of exactly what was now in her possession, "Oooh, is this a new gun? Don't think I've ever seen it before..." her eyes blinked, curiosity written all over her face as she began to thumb over the top part of the firearm, ignoring whatever Takashi was just saying to her. Behind her, the guard she had elbowed in the face stumbled towards her, one hand still pressed to his nose as his other reached out to make a grab for Chihiro's shoulder, "Kid," he began with slight difficulty just as Chihiro began to wander away down the aisle, where all bystanders and onlookers that were startled by the sudden supposed breakout of a fight remained cautious. "So if I open this top part up, and then take out the- whoa, do I actually need a screwdriver for this? Weird," Chihiro pondered out loud as she then looked down in order to attempt and fetch her screwdriver, "... Wait, where did it... ah, I probably dropped it back there!" eyes brightening up with a few blinks, the sixteen year old straightened her back and turned back around to walk down the path she had taken earlier, where she quickly found herself bumping into the still bleeding guard. Chihiro stared before making a quick jump backwards, "Whoa! Deja vu! D-Dude, I thought you were dead or something after an elbow to the face!" eyes wide, she hurriedly put the gun back to its normal state and aimed the barrel at the man's forehead before pulling the trigger. "Ohoho! Headshot! ... With no blood... but it was still a headshot so I win by default!" grinning wide, the redhead did a quick ballet move over the man's fallen body, landed, and retrieved her screwdriver. There was another groan coming from her back - apparently this was like a horror movie setting now, no big deal - where the other guard Takashi had shot earlier was now wobbling to his feet. Without the distracting of some cool new gadget for her to fumble with however, Chihiro acted quick this time and twirled over to the man, jabbing him in one eye - thank goodness it was closed, no? - with her screwdriver, which gained a howl in return, "Might wanna save up for an eyepatch, bro!" she said, prancing away just as the parlour manager swung his office door open and stomping out of the room. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked, glaring, and Chihiro quickly looked to him. "Oh man, the big boss already? I don't think I'm really ready for this," she said, but nevertheless stepped onto a nearby vacant chair and then the top of the particular pachinko machine the seat was stationed before, "But now I'm taller than you and there's nothing you can do about it because I'm fucking Sailor Chihiro, champion of what you morons call justice, and you and your army of shitheaded pachinko-loser-frequents are going to be-" her loud proclaim came to a stop when she noticed that there was a man sitting near the machine she was standing upon and he just so happened to be staring up at the right angle. Instantly, a vein began to thump at Chihiro's forehead as she cocked her gun over to the random customer and pulled the trigger, "Hey! This isn't a free show, asshole! Fanservice? Yeah! Doesn't exist here 'cause this ain't no harem anime!" at that, Chihiro blew at the barrel of her gun rather pretentiously before scanning the rest of the room, her crimson eyes glinting. Alright, guess she wasn't just annoyed anymore. Now she just wanted people to die. "Heh. Well guess what? Anybody who has a dick in this place'd better get ready for dinner with Hades." she growled, one corner of her mouth curling upward briefly before her gaze snapped over to her childhood friend again finally. ... Well, maybe other than Takashi. "Hit me with another ammo, Ichihara!" Chihiro yelled, jumping down from her temporary station after she'd managed to lift practically every customer's enmity towards her. She stomped towards Takashi and then whirled around so that her back was facing him, her eyes narrowed as she presented her palm over her shoulder for the ammunition, "And watch my back, 'cause everyone else is going to hell tonight."[/style]

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[ICHIHARA TAKASHI]

[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 0 5 20 10; background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2v3gcup.jpg);] [atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0][style=background-color: #fff; padding: 3px;] "] "] [/style] [atrb=style,width: 315px;][atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0][style=background-color: #fff; border-top-style: dotted; border-top-color: #e5e5e5; font-size:9px; line-height:11px; font-family:helvetica; text-align:center;]Who: Chihiro Words: 685 Notes: Sorry it took long[/style] [style=background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.7; overflow: auto; width: 315px; height: 400px; padding: 7px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; color: #222222; text-align: justify;]Well this wasn't going to end well at all. That was all apart of the ploy here. It wasn't supposed to be a happy ending for these pachinko punks and both Takashi and Chihiro were going to make sure of that. Now once again, the duo would not be allowed to use any lethal rounds since that would mean major jail time and with Chi-chan, innocents probably would die. Taka couldn't trust that girl with a wrench much less a loaded and lethal pistol. Shit, he didn't even trust her with the one that she grabbed just now. With a sigh he gripped his own with that response from Chihiro, she better not push her luck. "Yare Yare, shut up, you know you're happy to see me you man ha-OH YEAH totally new! Keep it." Takashi said sighing again at that last part. The fact that she got that new model that he waited weeks for kind of irked him, While he did order this new model in a bulk, it still bothered him. Sometimes he had to throw some away to avoid trouble and that meant being one short would throw off his already planned count. Not like he couldn't re-plan his strategy with one short, he just bought a certain amount for a reason. As the boy continued to go back out into the open, more guards came through the front door. Well looks like today was going to surely be a great day to brush up on his target practice. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a flashbang. Bringing the grenade towards his mouth, he bit on the pin and pulled it. To follow that up, he threw the flashbang up in the air towards the guards that he could see. [color=teal}"Flash out!"

[/color] Takashi yelled ducking for cover behind a nearby machine closing his eyes tightly. The explosion wouldn't affect Chihiro since these guards were on the other side of the parlor. Once Takashi heard an explosion and multiple screams, he popped out of cover and adjusted his sights to see a few disoriented guards. One. Two. Three. Alright, he had eight bullets left in the clip. Moving on, he began scanning for anymore guards. Strange, there were more than just three. That's when one of the guards came from hiding from behind a machine and grabbed him, causing the boy to drop his gun.

"I got you now you lit-" The man was cut off by a loud decree.

But now I'm taller than you and there's nothing you can do about it because I'm fucking Sailor Chihiro, champion of what you morons call justice, and you and your army of shitheaded pachinko-loser-frequents are going to be-" her loud proclaim gave Takashi enough time to flip the guy over his shoulder and stomp on him a few times. Grabbing the gun that dropped on the floor, Takashi began a sprint towards the other side, completely unloading the clip aimlessly at the few guards who just regained their vision.

"HIRO, YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING NERD I SWEAR." Takashi yelled as he finally made over towards her. Of course he heard that last part and saw that look she gave him. Oh she wouldn't freaking be so brave. No no, he'd end her here if she even went ANYWHERE near there. With a smirk on his face still, he reached into his bag and pulled out two magazines and dropped one to the ground. He placed the magazine into her hand and quickly picked up the other that was on the floor. While he wasn't exactly at the right angle, he thought he might as well play it off as if he was. JUST to piss her off more. Reloading his own gun and pressing his back with his bag against her own. He only grinned wider as he spoke.

"We have eight minutes before we have to run from the cops. Sending people to hell in that time should be fun! Oh and that's the color panties you're wearing again? I thought it'd be more exotic Chihiro, you're losing that touch of yours."[/color]

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