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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.
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Haruko tossed back another of the strangely colored drinks, eyes as hazy as her mind, just the way she was liking it. In the "clear" part of her mind (which much of it wasn't left), she was damning about everything their was, including the bar tender who was looking at her with a pitying gaze. Tch. She didn't need anyone's pity. Sure, she could've handled her previous situation better -
though she wouldn't have given in even if she had the choice again- but hey! Even someone like her knew when to fold her cards.Haruko had pity for the people that worked here. That was the truth of the matter. She had pity for every damn person that kept coming through the gates of the city, and she had pity for that goddamn man in black that apparently had nothing better to do than give Haruko a hard time.
Her eyes focused, just a bit, and when her eyes and brain finally connected signals, she was in the process of falling backwards, stool and all, and collapsing to the ground. Apparently she was drunk enough to not realize when something approached in front of her.
She was glad there wasn't really anyone in the bar. Sluggishly, she set the stool back on its legs and crawled up it, eying the creature unblinkingly. Her first thought was if the creature came out of someone's forehead, but then realized that was more than silly and that she
shouldn'tshould have another drink. Her hand stumbled to grab her empty glass (knocking it over and fumbling as it rolled around til she finally nabbed it again) and waved it around until the tender finally took it again."S'what are you?" she finally drawled to the creature. It seemed fuzzier looking than everything else to her. The colors of it blurred with their surroundings, or at least that's how she saw them. "Figment of m'imagination, right? Rrrrrright... 'm goin' crazy again... yeah..."
She then knocked over the now-filled glass and watched, dazed, as the liquid poured out across the counter and the creature's feet. "Ahhh... whoops... river... haaa..."