Oh, yeah, as my sig says, I won't be around for the whole of next week. If that's a problem, you can assume that Hitomi stayed behind and hid in her room the whole time, or something. Er, whatever is easiest for you guys.
Also, same as the games, got it.
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Oh, yeah, no rush or anything (hell, as everyone's seen, I tend to take a looong time sometimes anyway), was just wondering what was up.
It seems like it's the test season now on that side of the Globe, huh. /Still enjoying winter vacation.
It seems like it's the test season now on that side of the Globe, huh. /Still enjoying winter vacation.
Hm, I probably should have made another mention somewhere in Sigur's post(s) that although he was frustrated and being an ass and all, he wasn't yelling or screaming, because everyone seems to assume he was, hrm. |D I never used an exclamation mark in his lines or made any mention of him raising his voice/shouting on purpose, but yeah, I could have made it clearer.
Either way, 's okay, I'll have fun replying to the threat regardless, hee. And yes, he will shit his pants. Not literally though. Das nasty.
Aaaafter I eat. Breakfast at 4:30 PM, whoo!
Either way, 's okay, I'll have fun replying to the threat regardless, hee. And yes, he will shit his pants. Not literally though. Das nasty.
Aaaafter I eat. Breakfast at 4:30 PM, whoo!
Ha, it's a cool (but strange) one, yeah!
Going to have a post up after fooodddd.
Going to have a post up after fooodddd.
Whoa, where'd everyone disappear to?
Yay, timeskip! One question though, are the walls bleeding and the moon green and all as well? Because she's kind of pressed against a wall too and if so, freaking out is imminent once she notices she's been smeared.
Hitomi wasn't sure what in the devil had come over her for her to accept an invitation to a concert - and a metal one, to boot. It wasn't that she had anything against the music genre or those enjoying it, heck, it was quite the contrary; in the confines of her room when nobody could see or hear, she often found herself enjoying similar music. It was empowering to listen to, and even if only for a while, it gave her courage. Of course, all that was thrown out the window the second she had to step out of her room anyway, but still. Those few moments of feeling some level of self-worth were, well, worth it. But going to a metal concert was a different matter altogether. She wasn't sure if she could ever hope to feel comfortable around the kind of crowd that was sure to gather at the scene, and feared she would look horribly out of place. As such, a small part of her actually encouraged her to wear her favorite black dress to at least blend in color-wise, but of course her nerves would never allow that.
So there she stood now, hiding behind a vending machine and every now and again daring a peek at the actual band. Their music was pretty good, and most of the people there didn't look as scary or dark as she had feared, so blending in wasn't that big of an issue in the end. Heck, even the colorful foreign boy was there. She wondered if he could truly enjoy his time, when he didn't understand the language being sung and spoken everywhere around him, but he didn't look sad at the very least. How did he manage that?
Hitomi sighed softly to herself, glancing at the clock on the wall. It was already midnight.
And no sooner had she finished that thought, when the lights went out and the music stopped abruptly. The girl jumped against the machine she was hiding behind, rushing to turn around and glance at the stage to see what had happened - only for her eyes to widen in shock and a scream to escape her throat before she could help herself at the sight; where the band had been playing just minutes prior now stood a handful of coffins, silent, eerie. And a quick look around told her that it wasn't just the band being turned, either. No, she was surrounded by the same kind of coffins on all sides. She felt dizzy. What was going on?! If it had just been the band transforming, she could have believed it was just part of the show, but when the crowd was affected by it as well - was, was it a curse? Was she dreaming? Maybe she never left her room, and would soon roll off her bed, sweating and trembling. She truly hoped that.
The sound of a gunshot shook her from her thoughts and sent her stumbling back and on her behind on the floor. Her eyes darted at the source of the voice, and she had to pull a hand over her mouth not to scream again. There was a strange creature wrapping itself around one of the students, and the boy had a gun and nobody but her seemed to be panicking about any of it. T-then, was it part of the show after all? Was she just being stupidly cowardly? She swallowed, holding back tears and pushed herself back to stand on trembling legs. If that was the case, she wouldn't show her fear either. She didn't want to be the nuisance that ruined the show.
But then he was told to stay behind along with the other transfer students, when people started to leave. Leo, despite being told to wait, was about to follow. Hitomi shrunk against the machine again. Was everyone else just... going to go and leave her there? Should she go as well, then? No, no, she was told to stay, so she would. She didn't want to be trouble.
B-but... d-damn it, you better not abandon me here!
So there she stood now, hiding behind a vending machine and every now and again daring a peek at the actual band. Their music was pretty good, and most of the people there didn't look as scary or dark as she had feared, so blending in wasn't that big of an issue in the end. Heck, even the colorful foreign boy was there. She wondered if he could truly enjoy his time, when he didn't understand the language being sung and spoken everywhere around him, but he didn't look sad at the very least. How did he manage that?
Hitomi sighed softly to herself, glancing at the clock on the wall. It was already midnight.
And no sooner had she finished that thought, when the lights went out and the music stopped abruptly. The girl jumped against the machine she was hiding behind, rushing to turn around and glance at the stage to see what had happened - only for her eyes to widen in shock and a scream to escape her throat before she could help herself at the sight; where the band had been playing just minutes prior now stood a handful of coffins, silent, eerie. And a quick look around told her that it wasn't just the band being turned, either. No, she was surrounded by the same kind of coffins on all sides. She felt dizzy. What was going on?! If it had just been the band transforming, she could have believed it was just part of the show, but when the crowd was affected by it as well - was, was it a curse? Was she dreaming? Maybe she never left her room, and would soon roll off her bed, sweating and trembling. She truly hoped that.
The sound of a gunshot shook her from her thoughts and sent her stumbling back and on her behind on the floor. Her eyes darted at the source of the voice, and she had to pull a hand over her mouth not to scream again. There was a strange creature wrapping itself around one of the students, and the boy had a gun and nobody but her seemed to be panicking about any of it. T-then, was it part of the show after all? Was she just being stupidly cowardly? She swallowed, holding back tears and pushed herself back to stand on trembling legs. If that was the case, she wouldn't show her fear either. She didn't want to be the nuisance that ruined the show.
But then he was told to stay behind along with the other transfer students, when people started to leave. Leo, despite being told to wait, was about to follow. Hitomi shrunk against the machine again. Was everyone else just... going to go and leave her there? Should she go as well, then? No, no, she was told to stay, so she would. She didn't want to be trouble.
B-but... d-damn it, you better not abandon me here!
Haha, that name. You weren't kidding when you said it'd be something strange. Awesome! 8P
Wow didn't manage a post yesterday, sorry about that. Fixing that today. Attack of heels is a go.
Oooh, I see. Interesting. I'm not that knowledgeable about TKD (since I only did it semi-regularly for half a year so far - going to be doing more this semester, though), but there are most likely different styles to it, just like with karate (which I've did for years and know more about, yay. The two martial arts have a lot in common as well). The reason why I got interested in you mentioning a Korean school was because I'm currently studying in South Korea, and wondered if I'm not the only one, heh.
As for keeping up, man, I feel you. I haven't done karate in a few years either, but I know that when I go back home, there's a TKD club in my city at least. You should look around, maybe you'll find one too? Because even if you never forget, it's likely you will get rusty, just like I've done, I believe.
Dingo said Haha, well I Korean School, because that's how I've always regarded my school, even though it's based in Australia and New Zealand and was once affiliated with the International Taekwon-Do Federation. I once attended a couple of South Pacific TKD classes when I couldn't make it to my regulars, but it almost seemed like a different style to me. I get that the Master of South Pacific is Korean Graded, but for some reason I've always placed more weight the fact that our Master was the first to actually be sent to Australia South Korea, not to mention that he was always present for our Gradings… But then again, I guess that's just me being loyal to my school xDIt does bum me out though that I haven't been able to keep up with my TKD since Uni and since moving to the States. I'm not even really sure if there a Rhee School around where I live in Texas, but… *sigh*Oh well. It's something that stays with you though and you never forget ^_^
Oooh, I see. Interesting. I'm not that knowledgeable about TKD (since I only did it semi-regularly for half a year so far - going to be doing more this semester, though), but there are most likely different styles to it, just like with karate (which I've did for years and know more about, yay. The two martial arts have a lot in common as well). The reason why I got interested in you mentioning a Korean school was because I'm currently studying in South Korea, and wondered if I'm not the only one, heh.
As for keeping up, man, I feel you. I haven't done karate in a few years either, but I know that when I go back home, there's a TKD club in my city at least. You should look around, maybe you'll find one too? Because even if you never forget, it's likely you will get rusty, just like I've done, I believe.
Lovely account name he's got there.
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