Mariko was looking up at the sky when she was struck. It was blue. Not Mariko's favorite colour for a sky. The skies of her youth were greyish things, dense with cloud and dancing with sleet and lightning, a sky that put on a show. Blue kept feeling weird on her eyes, like she was trapped under the gods' soup bowl. The plastic bags she'd been carrying with her ached on her fingers, threatening to cut them apart like so much cheese wire. And someone had just run into her stomach. Head first. It wasn't that big of an impact, but it pushed her juuuust far enough for her to lose her balance, which was all took to leave her sitting down on the pavement with a sharp pain dans sa derriere.
"Oww..." She grumbled, letting go of her plastic Aura Mart bags in order to massage that tender area. "I think i might've broken my coccyx...." She looked up, at the girl she'd just bumped into, Even from her reduced height, the girl looked small, even borderline dwarf-sized. A local girl? Or one from school? She doubted the girl was old enough to be in her class with all that pinkness, maybe a first-year? In either case, better not to joke about breaking bones. She'd already been in one embarrassingly painful misunderstanding about disabilities this week, no need for someone to go around thinking she had early onset osteoporosis as well.
The girl was frantically waving at her. No, wait. There was a pattern to it. Was it sign? Mariko had heard about it, but had never bothered to learn. Her eyes would go kaput far earlier then her ears would, anyway. And the whole exercise struck her as needlessly invasive and energetic, in any case. She smiled, in what she hopes was an apologetic manner and brushed a few stray strands of dirty blonde hair out of her face. The girl stopped windmilling her arms about, reached into a bag, pulling out a block of notes with a plastic spiral holding them together, wrote something down, and handed it to her.
" I'm so sorry,"
it said, in the unnaturally neat handwriting of those with steady hands.
"Are you ok?"
So, what, deaf-mute? That was probably not true. Mariko had seen Zorro as a kid once (Both the NHK version and the 1957 series, if you care about that sort of thing) , and what she'd see- uh, experienced at Yamaku had only reinforced the idea that most of the deaf weren't mute; like Zorro's sidekick Bernardo, or that one wierd kid in third year with absolutely no sense of balance or hearing because of some inner ear trouble yet still spoke passable Japanese, if he wanted to. Or that one techy boy in Mariko's year who had a text-to-speech program on his phone. So, probably mute, if anything, and shoved into the deaf classes in first year because it was easier She opened her mouth and responded "Yeah, I'm okay, thanks for asking" before putting a hand on the wall, lifting herself upright and smoothing out her skirt. "Might i ask why you bumped into me, or where you were even going in such a hurry?"
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Alright, Short Round.
As for me, i'm going for a The MusicMan/Moist von Lipwig confidence trickster and party face. Might be fun.
As for me, i'm going for a The MusicMan/Moist von Lipwig confidence trickster and party face. Might be fun.
Most likely a studio bassist or session man, if anything.
And it's nice to see someone so enthusiastic about their RP.
And it's nice to see someone so enthusiastic about their RP.
"Bye bye!" Mariko called back to her acquaintances. The speed with which she'd managed to pack her bags might've surprised anyone who didn't know the velocity of the average teenager desperate to leave the last class before weekends began. There had been mini sonic booms as parts of her skin broke the sound barrier.
Mariko paused outside of the front gates, breathing in that fresh country smell artists were fond of calling 'pastoral' and cynics called 'cowpats'. A full year at Yamaku had trained her, like a Pavlovian dog, associating that smell with freedom. She took a few, tentative steps down the steps, and joined the quickly thriving crowd of people who swarmed like cicadas in june, and made her way through the thick iron doors and down the hill path towards the little anonymous village where she could stock up on breads, meats, assorted vegetables, pills, and a few little indulgences.
As she walked, she idly undid her ribbon. The ghastly thing had been rubbing against her all day, and her own attempts to correct it consistently made things worse. At least a guy's uniform had collars that weren't stiff as all hell, even if neckties were some strange alien mystery that TV constantly said needed two people to unravel. Or weird seams on the blouses that made Mariko's already ruler-straight figure even more obviously lacking.
The view in june was nothing special. She took long strides on the path, enjoying the walking more then the actual journey, shivering at the slight breeze coming in from the east, and humming a simple little ditty no one would ever bother to write down.
Mariko paused outside of the front gates, breathing in that fresh country smell artists were fond of calling 'pastoral' and cynics called 'cowpats'. A full year at Yamaku had trained her, like a Pavlovian dog, associating that smell with freedom. She took a few, tentative steps down the steps, and joined the quickly thriving crowd of people who swarmed like cicadas in june, and made her way through the thick iron doors and down the hill path towards the little anonymous village where she could stock up on breads, meats, assorted vegetables, pills, and a few little indulgences.
As she walked, she idly undid her ribbon. The ghastly thing had been rubbing against her all day, and her own attempts to correct it consistently made things worse. At least a guy's uniform had collars that weren't stiff as all hell, even if neckties were some strange alien mystery that TV constantly said needed two people to unravel. Or weird seams on the blouses that made Mariko's already ruler-straight figure even more obviously lacking.
The view in june was nothing special. She took long strides on the path, enjoying the walking more then the actual journey, shivering at the slight breeze coming in from the east, and humming a simple little ditty no one would ever bother to write down.
We all make mistakes, dude.
Mine was probably making a character without a really obvious disabillity i could play up for laughs and drama.
Post is up, by the way.
Mine was probably making a character without a really obvious disabillity i could play up for laughs and drama.
Post is up, by the way.
Doubt it. What's important right now is posts, not continuity quibbles. Try not to involve anyone who's less then active, like Sangan or Annie or Flexagon.
Interested.
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