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paixaorpg2007-05-08 01:02 am
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Nothing But a Shadow [Completed]
Character(s): Haruhara Haruko, lumen, anyone
Content: Haruko decides to start drinking a bit after her encounter with Xemnas.
Setting: The Wild Ginger [K5]
Time: Late morning
Warnings: You'd think with her getting drunk her personality would worsen, but, well... it is said that sometimes drunks become opposite their normal personality.
It wasn't that she had been flustered by what had happened, but it was more like something, well, unexpected, so in turn, she hated it. Of course Haruko had seen something of the sort coming, after all with the established police forces, she figured she'd be caught by one of them. But... that man... he wasn't a local of Paixao. There was something strange about him. It made her snort and want to take her gaze away from the power he had. The power that she didn't have. A mad reminder about the losses she had at catching Atomsk.
"You will go back inside the city."
Like hell she would. But she did. He wasn't playing any games with her, and her attacks that certainly weren't games had no effect of him. They didn't even touch him. It was infuriating. He was mocking her.
Haruko scoffed. The life of her yellow vespa got her to where she wanted to be before it sputtered and weezed angrily at her. She gave it a swift kick in the side, not caring a damn.
The Wild Ginger was quieter than she would have imagined. But a place to drink was all she cared about. Wash that scene from her mind. The black cloak, the face she couldn't see, but that small glint of eyes...
...how she wanted to get one punch onto the bastard.
There were some folk around trying to clean up the place. Haruko wasn't sure what exactly had happened, nor did she care much for it, like her vespa, like... the last day or so. Sure, she made a bit of profit, but not as much as she had been aiming for, and she had been robbed from that girl's money that she had been... well... robbing.
Haruko was on her forth glass of some strange concoction that the bartender had grudgingly given to her. None of the blondes seemed to want to talk about what had happened. Haruko wouldn't have spoken with them anyway. Her upper body was laying across the counter, eyes lazily staring into her murky glass from the side. She found herself lost within it.
Everything about her was lax. The only motions of life she gave was picking up her empty glass and waving it in the air until the tender came back with a sigh, took it, and refilled her. He only once asked about payment and she flashed something but didn't give it up yet. Eventually... eventually... everything was eventual.
Eventually she'd show that black-cloaked-freak a real fight.
Eventually she'd get out of this city.
Eventually she'd find Atomsk.
Too many eventuals. She needed another drink.
Content: Haruko decides to start drinking a bit after her encounter with Xemnas.
Setting: The Wild Ginger [K5]
Time: Late morning
Warnings: You'd think with her getting drunk her personality would worsen, but, well... it is said that sometimes drunks become opposite their normal personality.
It wasn't that she had been flustered by what had happened, but it was more like something, well, unexpected, so in turn, she hated it. Of course Haruko had seen something of the sort coming, after all with the established police forces, she figured she'd be caught by one of them. But... that man... he wasn't a local of Paixao. There was something strange about him. It made her snort and want to take her gaze away from the power he had. The power that she didn't have. A mad reminder about the losses she had at catching Atomsk.
"You will go back inside the city."
Like hell she would. But she did. He wasn't playing any games with her, and her attacks that certainly weren't games had no effect of him. They didn't even touch him. It was infuriating. He was mocking her.
Haruko scoffed. The life of her yellow vespa got her to where she wanted to be before it sputtered and weezed angrily at her. She gave it a swift kick in the side, not caring a damn.
The Wild Ginger was quieter than she would have imagined. But a place to drink was all she cared about. Wash that scene from her mind. The black cloak, the face she couldn't see, but that small glint of eyes...
...how she wanted to get one punch onto the bastard.
There were some folk around trying to clean up the place. Haruko wasn't sure what exactly had happened, nor did she care much for it, like her vespa, like... the last day or so. Sure, she made a bit of profit, but not as much as she had been aiming for, and she had been robbed from that girl's money that she had been... well... robbing.
Haruko was on her forth glass of some strange concoction that the bartender had grudgingly given to her. None of the blondes seemed to want to talk about what had happened. Haruko wouldn't have spoken with them anyway. Her upper body was laying across the counter, eyes lazily staring into her murky glass from the side. She found herself lost within it.
Everything about her was lax. The only motions of life she gave was picking up her empty glass and waving it in the air until the tender came back with a sigh, took it, and refilled her. He only once asked about payment and she flashed something but didn't give it up yet. Eventually... eventually... everything was eventual.
Eventually she'd show that black-cloaked-freak a real fight.
Eventually she'd get out of this city.
Eventually she'd find Atomsk.
Too many eventuals. She needed another drink.