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Post by Isamu Ito on Jul 18, 2011 17:13:33 GMT -5
Music and loud chatter was everywhere, carrying down the streets and taunting anyone who happened to be outside around the city that day. Isamu couldn't say he was thrilled. The large crowds unnerved him, and the constant yelling hurt his ears. It was bad enough the garage he worked at was a quarter mile from the edge of the rides, but the damn thing was right in the path of his usual way home. Isamu wasn't about to take some cruddy back road way just because of some damn people. He wasn't in the mood to do so.
Adjusting the backpack strap sitting on his shoulder, the dark-haired boy have a small grunt, stepping over the roadblock. People were everywhere, with friends, with family. Isamu sneered, shoving his hands in his pockets. The weight of the backpack pressing against his back helped calm him down some as he trudged through the people, weaving in and out of crowds. His tail flicked nervously, hanging down close to his legs. It was impossible to not know what the festival was when you lived in the city for years. Celebrating the town, creatures coming to partake in the fun. It all put Isamu on edge, and he had never really had anything to do with it.
Even now, he was only planning on walking through on his way home, not stopping even as game stall attendants tried to coerce him over. It annoyed him. All of it. Hunching his shoulders and readjusting the backpack strap, Isamu slunk past the game stalls and neared the food stands. The scents and seeing the food made the boy pause, remembering that he hadn't eaten anything before heading off to work hours earlier. His stomach growled, and Isamu gave an irritated, "Tch".
Idly, trying to look nonchalant, he meandered over to a stand with 'hotdogs' written all over it. Having just gotten paid, it wasn't a matter of if he had the money or anything, though he was reluctant to spend anything at this point. Calling him frugal would be accurate, and as he glanced up at the menu, Isamu nearly lost it. "$5 for a goddamn hotdog?!" he shouted, not noticing or even caring about the glares he got from parents or shocked expressions from little kids. "What the hell sort of hotdog costs 5 fucking dollars?! No hotdog is worth that! Do they think people are made of money?! My god!" He tossed his hands up, turning and storming out of the line. "It's fucking ridiculous! Festival food isn't even that good!" Causing a scene in the middle of a crowd of people over the price of one hotdog. Only Isamu. |
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Post by Tomoko Hashimoto on Jul 18, 2011 18:04:51 GMT -5
It wasn't often that Tomoko was excused from her "duties" during festivals, usually helping her mother and grandmother run things at the shrine, but today was different. Although she was going to have to dress up in an itchy and uncomfortably warm kimono to represent the shrine later on ("It's like advertising, except less sexy," her grandmother had said primly), the temporary freedom from everything was as welcome as the breeze. Tomoko had already spent most of the 20$ she had been given, buying cotton candy and trying (and failing) four times to win a huge stuffed panda. She was going to win. That panda was as good as hers. It was going to go on her bed, and she was going to die if she didn't get it. She really really really wanted that panda.
It was especially nice not to deal with ghosts. The day had been blissfully free of spirits, and Tomoko was incredibly content with the proceedings. Nothing could go wrong now -
"It's fucking ridiculous! Festival food isn't even that good!"
Tomoko froze in place. She knew that voice. That annoying, grating, horrible voice. That was a voice that was going to spoil her wonderful mood. She spun around and elbowed through the crowds - "'Scuse me, pardon me, coming through!" - until she reached the source of the uproar.
"Isamu! I could hear your stupid voice from halfway across the shrine," she snapped, although her wrath was somehow downplayed by the cotton candy she held in her hand. "Can't you stop bitching for, like, five seconds? If you hate it so much, why don't you just go crying home like a little girl?!?"
Tomoko was overreacting a little bit, but festivals were fun, and if Isamu ruined this simply by showing up, she was going to - well, she didn't know what she was going to do, but it was going to be bad for Isamu. |
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Post by Alice Ruth King on Jul 18, 2011 19:21:02 GMT -5
Alice had never expressed any particular desire to go to the festival. It was just some stupid gathering of obnoxious people who were gross and tried to con you into spending a hundred dollars for a stuff banana. Not even a giant one. This happened to the author once, but that is a story for another time. Despite her distaste for the event, Alice was still there, dragged along with the rest of her family. She was happy enough, though, because after managing to win a giant panda for her little sister, Alice's dad bought her a hot dog and a break from the family as a reward.
Alice gladly took it, relishing (get it? GET IT?) the time away from hyper-active fourteen-year-olds and their friends, just taking time to enjoy deep fried everything on a stick, or participate in a couple of arm wrestling competitions. Alice, after waiting in line for the better part of ten minutes, paying up the ludicrous amount for a hot dog and a soda, then waiting for them to deep fry her hot dog, was finally able to cover it in all of the disgusting condiments she wanted.
Alas, before Alice could even take two bites of her delicious creation, she happened to do that thing where she slams into another person. It seemed to be happening more and more as of late, thanks to that stupid brick wall guy. While this person she happened to ram wasn't nearly as huge as the previous person, the force still managed to knock her deep fried hot dog from her hands. The creation was all over the disgusting ground, its beauty forever tarnished and destroyed.
Alice swiftly turned to glare at the person she had in fact slammed into. "You owe me another hot dog, asshole." She looked over the person she had slammed into, and for a moment she glimpsed a tail. Well, no accounting for taste. |
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Post by Isamu Ito on Jul 18, 2011 22:52:32 GMT -5
He was ranting, making a big scene out of something so small, but this was Isamu. Overpriced foods in general tended to send him over the edge. Isamu never understood it, why people would pay so much for something they could get for less than half the price and that tasted multiple times better. It was the same for restaurants. He didn't understand it and he didn't want to. With a huff he jammed his hands back in his pockets, planning on stopping somewhere ridiculously cheaper and grabbing something to eat there.
Well, that had been the plan until some familiar and irritating voice reached his ears. Isamu cringed, for a moment debating if he should walk faster and ignore her, or turn and put up with it. Ditching her in the crowds was highly appealing, and he glanced towards one particluarly thick area. He could do it, Isamu had no doubts about it, but the way she ended her little rant... he couldn't let that stand and not do something in retalliation. Gritting his teeth, he gave a growling, "Nothin' wrong about complaining. The prices are idiotic." He turned around, noticing the cotton candy in her hand before anything else. "And you're fucking idiotic for paying it! Why the HELL would you do that?!"
Before he could get much farther into his rant someone ran into him. Isamu snapped around, barking out a short and vicious, "Don't touch me!" He didn't care about her overpriced hotdog, or what demands she made of him. Isamu wasn't going to spend anything here, and especially not on some bitch he didn't even know. On top of that, he looked visibly on edge, glancing from side to side when people ventured to close to him, and stepping away from them. His tail was pressed against his legs, the tip of it flicking more now than it had been earlier. Things had been fine before the yelling took place. Now Isamu was, for lack of a better word, paranoid.
"I'm not getting you any goddamn hotdog," he snarled at the red head before turning to Tomoko. "And I don't fucking care if you could hear me half way across the goddamn shrine. Mind your own fucking business!" He kept his head down, only glancing at people to sneer at them and step out of their way, looking very tense and stiff. More so than usual. |
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Post by Tomoko Hashimoto on Jul 20, 2011 18:05:35 GMT -5
Raising the cotton candy pointedly, Tomoko took a vicious bite of the sweet fluffy sugar, chewing obnoxiously and opening her mouth wide to show Isamu.
"Yuuuuuuum-eeeee," she drawled, giving him a bored look, sticking her tongue out when all the cotton candy had dissolved. "Cheapass," she added, following him. "Not my fault you're allergic to fun. And food, apparently." Tomoko nibbled at the rest of her cotton candy. "Why did you even come? You hate people." She gestured at the crowds.
She was surprised to see Isamu there. It was strange to see him close to the shrine at all, unless he wanted to verbally abuse her. Sometimes, he even stopped by just to yell, "Fuck you!" and Tomoko would reply by throwing things at him. But today he seemed extra angry, probably because of the crowds. The entire time Tomoko had known him (which wasn't long, to be honest) he had never, ever looked comfortable around anyone. Tomoko sauntered along behind him, enjoying the opportunity to rag on him. "Anyways, festivals are supposed to be fun. If you didn't want to have fun, you should have stayed at the garage." She grinned. "I guess that makes you an actual grease monkey, huh?" She chuckled at her joke. She was proud of that one. She'd been saving that for a while.
She glanced back at the red-haired girl. Tomoko was immediately jealous of her rack, and made a metal note never to talk to her. |
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Post by Alice Ruth King on Jul 20, 2011 19:42:37 GMT -5
Alice's anger today was reaching levels that were, actually, not all that remarkable. She hadn't been too violent that day, nor had she smacked any babies. She hadn't even yelled at a small child. No, the worse she had done was hit a carnie with a baseball, and that was just because he was what's commonly called a "massive douche bag". Alice now was finally able to exert some proper rage, and she began running that mouth once she stood up.
"Whatever, fucking tightass furry." Alice's face was almost comical, with her eyebrows in a sharp 'V', her mouth in a deep frown, and every muscle tense. "I mean seriously what the fuck who wears a fucking tail in public." Alice, in an incredibly shocking and totally surprising turn of events, walked over and kicked Isamu in the shin. Yes, Alice, you are just the pinnacle of maturity and restraint. Said pinnacle continued muttering and generally just being angry as she stalked back towards where she figured her family to be; she was going to get another hot dog one way or another.
She managed to spot them at a stand nearby, where Alice's dad was trying to win another giant stuffed panda for Maris. The girl was fourteen, but she still had this... thing for giant stuffed animals. Granted, this one was larger than the one she currently held, but Alice would never be able to fathom her obsession over it. Alice's father draw her over, and soon he started talking. Normally Alice would have ignored him, but, he was her father. Rather than type out the whole boring conversation, I'll just breeze over the details. Basically, Alice's father politely pointed out that it was Alice's own fault that she had dropped her hot dog. If she had been wearing her glasses, she would have seen the young man she slammed into. He also agreed to get her another hot dog, if Alice would use that odd talent to win Maris another panda. Alice agreed.
She took the three baseballs from the greasy-looking teenager running the stall. The idea was to knock down three milk bottles that were stacked in a pyramid, but generally, one of them was glued down. Alice, being lovely Alice, never seemed to have an issue with this game. The bottles went flying, and soon the panda was in Maris' clutches. Alice's father handed over some more money, asking Alice why she didn't just join the hot dog eating contest if she was so hungry, anyways.
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Post by Isamu Ito on Jul 21, 2011 4:07:19 GMT -5
Isamu looked on, disgusted, at the show of the sugary candy dissolving in Tomoko's mouth. "That's fucking disgusting." Though, for as horrible a sight it was, it did a bit to at least draw his mind off of the crowds and away from the earlier yelling. He still glanced around warily, and his tail never moved far from his body, but he wasn't as tense as before. She didn't seem all that upset, and Isamu was more than willing to blame his earlier outburst on the stress that came with large groups despite whatever actual truth there was. In any case, his irritation had died down at least somewhat.
He snorted at her cheap ass comment, despite how very true it was. "Unlike some people I don't go around wasting money on stupid ass things." It wasn't as harsh as before, though there was that definite usual edge to his words. "I don't hate people." Well, that was only a half truth. Isamu may not throw himself into the company of others, and he wasn't entirely comfortable in large groups, but he didn't hate people. Not without some sort of reason. He just went about things with a rather indifferent approach and was quick to judge.
"If I could have, I would have," he growled, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets, no matter how impossible that actually was. It was surprising his pants pockets didn't have holes in them by this point. "Be ten times better than this shit. What the fuck's the big deal about festivals, anyway? Everything's expensive as hell. Go broke spending a single goddamn day here." He ignored her joke, actually finding it a bit witty, despite being called a monkey.
Any good mood that may have been established fell when the red-head had to keep running her goddamn mouth. "It's fucking attached to me. Not much good in trying to remove something that's physically impossible to detach from my goddamn body! What the fuck is your-" Before he could continue on, her foot came in contact with his shin, and Isamu nearly lost his balance, correcting himself before managing to fall, and keeping his weight off of the throbbing leg. "AUGH. WHAT THE FUCK, BITCH. WHAT'S YOUR GODDAMN PROBLEM?!" She was worse than Tomoko, and that was saying something! Why were the females in South Isle such stuck up fucking assholes? The only consolation was that she left, leaving Isamu with Tomoko. He wasn't entirely sure if it was any better than his earlier predicament.
Rubbing the sore spot, he gave a short, "Tsk. Goddamn people."
OOC: TRYING MY HAND AT COLORED TEXT. AAAWWW YEAHHHHHHH |
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Post by Tomoko Hashimoto on Jul 21, 2011 13:54:05 GMT -5
Ow! A kick right to the shins! Tomoko threw her arms up. "HEY! Nobody gets to kick Isamu but me!" That stupid red-head - And now she was winning her panda! Tomoko glared at the back of Alice's head as the panda was passed off to some stupid kid. If looks could kill, Alice's head would have exploded Scanner style. "I wanted that panda!" But Alice was too far away to hear Tomoko's childish chagrin.
The easy-going Tomoko of a few minutes previous was gone. Instead, a Tomoko of near-Isamu grumpiness was left. Finishing the cotton candy mournfully, Tomoko threw out the paper cone and crossed her arms over her blue tee-shirt. "Festivals suck," she snarled. "Godfuckingdammit. I wanted that panda!" She reiterated, in case anyone hadn't heard. With a bitter look on her face, Tomoko turned to Isamu.
"Whatever. This sucks," She groused further. "...I need ice cream." She shot Isamu a look. "We are getting ice cream." With that, she began stoming off. She didn't much care if Isamu actually came or not, but her coping process required chocolate.
The sudden need for more sugar was in no way related to the fact that the red-head was coming back to the hot dog stand. It had been silly to get so worked up over a stuffed animal, but Tomoko had really wanted that panda. She had fallen in love with it, and wasn't the type to take stuff from little kids (although she had seriously considered stealing it for a moment). It was like a greiving process. Leave it to Tomoko to be passive agressive over something like that.
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