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Post by cassidy on Jan 27, 2013 8:10:03 GMT -8
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[/style][style= float: left; background: #eee; width: 280px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #999; padding: 10px; margin-top: 10px; line-height: 10px; box-shadow: #ccc 1px 1px 1px;]Was the weather ever going to settle down? For the past week it would rain on and off, followed by a few days with decent sun in mid-60s temperature and what seemed to be back on a more balanced track, but to Cassidy’s dismay the stormy weather had picked up again on the day she decided to run a few errands. The things she did for her brother… well, it wasn’t as if he forced her to do any of the things that she did for him, for the most part the inconveniences she had put up through were self-inflicted, but that was beside the point.
That morning the woman had decided to do her “biweekly-stockpile-shopping-trip” that consisted of shopping for groceries while here and there her brother would need more clothes or books, but for this “fine” Tuesday afternoon it was limited to food. At least, that’s what Cassidy had planned before the storm clouds unleashed another heavy wave of rain which directed the poor girl to desperately hunt for an overhang, or anything that would shelter her from the dreary downpour. Though, to her advantage, she wasn’t too far from her bus stop and was pleased that she wouldn’t have to stand for too long wet and cold. As the lady jogged from the street, a lone grocery bag in hand, she noticed that the bus she was supposed to be boarding had just shifted gears and began to maneuver from the curb and back onto the road. “W-wait! No!” Cassidy slowed her pace as she approached her vacant bus stop with brows curved to emphasize her crestfallen expression. If she were only seconds faster…
She had never missed her bus before! What was the poor girl to do? Cassidy stood there, water droplets cascaded her visage, and began to think. Would the bus ever come back? What time would that be? Thirty minutes from now? An hour from now? Never!? Well, the last question was highly unlikely but that still couldn’t prevent Cassidy’s chest from tightening in panic. Quickly the woman spun around surveying the area before her in search of two things: company and a store, or one of those would be fine (one could only hope for so much). Finally Cassidy halted her little spin. No one was at the bus stop. She was alone. But before the grey-haired woman could overreact about her lonesome situation, a bell sounded off across the street. A store? (Of course there would be a store in downtown LA) With new found hope, Cassidy tightened her grasp upon her plastic grocery bag and immediately made her way—safely—across the road and towards this beacon of light.
“Jo-Ann’s Fabric?” A smile lifted her petit lips, “Wow! How did I miss this before?” For a moment Cassidy stood at the entrance, her eyes glued to the contents behind the glass. Her mind scrambled around the pretty colors and fueled her limbs to run into the store, the bell ringing behind her arrival.
“Good afternoon and welcome to Jo-Ann’s fabrics, do you need any help with anything?” The cashier greeted from her comfortable position.
“Oh! Hello, wonderful weather, huh’.” Cassidy joked, her grin never faltered, “Yes please, where would your yarn be?”
“Right. Aisle 6 to your left.”
Even though the clerk wasn’t too keen for the conversation, Cassidy remained giddy and merely skipped her way to the yarn aisle. Once there, her shoulders rose and fell in synchronization with her long sigh. Knitting had to be the only hobby that was able to clear Cassidy’s worries without any help from the outside. Perhaps it was because she began the hobby for her brother? Who knew.
“Look at all these cute little—oh my gosh, I could just-” Cassidy used her free hand to investigate the colorful yarn, “Look at this one!” A pale blue yarn ball was sited not too far off from the woman’s reach which she immediately swiped into her possession. “I don’t have this color yet,” Her voice reflected pure amazement. It was silly how yarn made the woman so happy, but for the time being this would be a great place to wait and shop before the next bus came along.
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Jan 27, 2013 9:19:13 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #121212;]words: 551 tag(s): Cassidy date: April 17th Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already… Kyu-Sik had to wonder if his employer liked him just because he wouldn't say 'no' to taking work home with him. In fact, Kyu-Sik often insisted on doing so if something was left unfinished. It wasn't really a regular thing, but he wasn't the type of person who liked leaving something undone for too long. Even a day was too much when there was always more to be done the next day. Better to stay ahead of schedule than to fall behind, right? Right. Unfortunately, this did come with some extra errands. He was out of proper thread for the sewing machine back home and that meant that if he wanted to finish the waistcoat he had been preparing for someone's upcoming wedding, then he would have to stop by the nearest supply store. On a normal day this would be fine. However, on a rainy day, every extra stop was that much more of a chore. When the work day was over, he carefully tucked the unfinished project into a plastic bag and then into his own satchel. Raincoat? Check. Umbrella? Check. At least he was ready for what awaited him. Jo-Ann's was the best place he knew to go for what he needed. It wasn't always the best place, but it wasn't bad and it was close enough to not give him much traveling trouble. It was better than Michael's at least. With a basket in hand, he went straight to the sewing aisle and picked up what he needed. He was familiar enough with the store's layout for it to be a simple task. Though… he didn't go for the cash register just yet. He started to think about knitting again. He didn't like having free time and it helped fill the gaps of his day with something productive. Had he been a different sort of person, he would've said that it was the hobby that kept him the most sane. However, he always just considered it a profitable hobby. The meditative quality of it was simply a good side bonus. It was a bit troubling when he realized that it was becoming the regular center of his occasional side-quests, but he would worry about that later. Today he had no time constraints and there was no reason not to check what the store had in the yarn stock. He was already there, after all. Just as most customers do ignore each other unless an 'excuse me' was necessary to get by, Kyu-Sik ignored the girl in the aisle who had been getting overly excited about a blue yarn just prior to his entrance. He could understand finding something especially likable, but he was the quiet sort of shopper. Now… what did he need. The man went over what he remembered needing in his head. He had plenty of black. It wasn't white or red either… What he needed was… a mint blue. His eyes scanned the assortment before realizing that the girl he had ignored was standing right in front of the type he needed. Well, time for what was necessary. He took a few steps over and gave a quick nod of apology before reaching to grab the ball of yarn. " Pardon." And into his shopping basket it went. That was that, time to move on. |
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Post by cassidy on Jan 27, 2013 10:06:56 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px; background: #fafafa; padding: 15px; border-left: #eee solid 05px; border-bottom: #eee solid 05px; box-shadow: #ccc -1px 1px 1px;][style= float: right; width: 180px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/2cyqm46.jpg); border: #eee solid 05px; box-shadow: #ccc -1px -1px 1px;][/style][style= color: #999; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; float: left; width: 100px; margin-top: -70px; background: #eee; margin-left: 15px; padding: 05px; box-shadow: #ccc 1px 1px 1px; text-transform: uppercase;]780 WORDS.[/style][style= color: #999; font-family: courier new; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; float: left; width: 170px; margin-top: -40px; background: #eee; margin-left: 15px; padding: 05px; box-shadow: #ccc 1px 1px 1px; text-transform: uppercase;]TIME Afternoon[/style][style= float: left; background: #eee; width: 280px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #999; padding: 10px; margin-top: 10px; line-height: 10px; box-shadow: #ccc 1px 1px 1px;]Cassidy remained motionless, her fingers and palm absorbed the texture of the yarn that she held so firmly. Thick, heavy, smooth… with enough yarn she was sure she’d be able to make herself a cute little scarf, perhaps matching gloves to accompany it? By the time she’d be done with the project—since she already had so much on her plate, knitting wise—it’d be that time of year again. Cold enough for a wonderful, hand-crafted scarf and cute little gloves to go with it, yes? A girl couldn’t have enough cute little accessories. Either way it was of a color and texture she had no intentions on passing up. As she averted her gaze to examine the rest of the soft blue rack of yarn before her, her eyes stumbled upon a few other colors that tickled her interest. A mint blue? The woman stood and allowed her thoughts to meander. She was sure she had a soft gold or maybe a pastel pink that would suit the mint blue nicely, but as she softly went for the item of desire a different hand had snatched it before her eyes. Politely of course, since the action was preceded with a “Pardon”, but still the movement caught the girl off guard.
Was she so into her little yarn fetish that the presence of another customer completely remained hidden within her peripherals? It was a scary thought at how absorbed she was with yarn, but still the fact that there was another customer in the knitting section washed away her worries of not having the lovely mint blue yarn anymore. Even if it was a unique, one of a kind color that just happened to be the last on the shelves. Again, if only she was seconds faster!
Cassidy shifted her weight, the contents of her grocery bag clacked together as she turned to spot the culprit who grabbed the yarn. There were a few things of interest that she noted of the man’s appearance. First, he happened to be generally around the same age as she—or she could only guess, he had somewhat of a focused, disinterested look that, despite what may be negative of such expressions, complimented his smooth complexion—secondly, he not only was in the knitting section but had a little shopping basket that had other crafting substances as well—perhaps he doesn’t only knit, and third he was…well, he was a man. Now Cassidy wasn’t the type to stereotype but she found it fascinating for someone her age and of the opposite sex to be wandering the knitting aisle, and not only that but he had explicit taste to have sought out the mint blue yarn as well.
“Great choice!” The woman kindly complimented as she held the original pale blue yarn in her right hand, “That would go great with pastels or perhaps even something darker. Depends on the season I guess, summer comes before winter so maybe something lighter if you finish it early or darker if you finish it late…” Cassidy blinked as she watched the man. He truly towered her tinier, five foot three inches, frame but she was used to such height since her brother happened to be around the same height as the Jo-Ann’s stranger.
“Do you like to knit?” Bright, silver-crystalline hues danced as they returned to the colorful yarn perched along the wall. “I personally can’t wait for the fall season, that’s when I’ll finally be able to put my hard work on display.”
Then it hit her. She was rambling and hadn’t even introduced herself. Cassidy was sure she appeared a little “loony” to the man, one can only meet so many different people in a fabric store. “I’m so sorry,” The girl sighed and lifted her gaze to the man. With a swift motion she ran her pale fingers through her drenched bangs so that they would flatten against the crown of her head and unveil her countenance, “I would offer to shake hands but I was a little dumb this morning and forgot to grab an umbrella before I went out, so as you can see I’m a little wet. My name is Cassidy… I uh, yeah. What’s yours?”
If this man was half the man she envisioned him as—a man who enjoyed knitting as much as she did— she was sure she could (and possibly would) pester him all day.
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Jan 28, 2013 6:26:39 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #121212;]words: 562 tag(s): Cassidy date: April 17th Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already… The young man had every intention of simply turning and walking toward the registers at the front of the store. It was time for him to check out. He had everything he needed and getting home to find some sort of dinner for himself sounded like a great plan. When the girl whose space he had briefly intruded upon started to talk to him, he was a little caught off guard. He turned to look at her calmly and blankly at first, but the more she talked the more perplexed he became. She just… kept going. Did he know her? What had he done to provoke that sort of reaction? Should he try to cut in to respond or ask questions of his own? Her rambling wasn't really that bad, but Kyu-Sik just couldn't really find the right way to react. At least all of it was basically on the same topic, so he could understand how one statement led to another. He had picked up yarn and it went from there. The thing that threw him off was how it rapidly led to questions he didn't have much time to answer. She had apologized and introduced herself, but where did he start in a response? " Gray," he simply began. That was the first thing that came out of his mouth, though he immediately realized that probably needed some clarification. " Not my name, the other color." He pointed over to a row of a mid-gray color so she could better get the idea. If the yarn was what she was really interested in, then that was the best place to start. It was what had started all of the talking, after all. " It'll be gray and mint beret." Did she need to know what it was going to be? It did help avoid the potential of more questions about it. Maybe. He wasn't sure what to expect in replying. This brought him to the dilemma of introduction. On one hand, in his opinion he had better things to do than chat with a stranger. There were no time constraints for the rest of the day, but there were things that still needed to be done. Most of it was purely optional, but he still wanted to get it all done before bed. On the other hand, it was highly unlikely this would actually last too long. He was fairly certain that he didn't know the girl, but she was likely just being friendly over a mutual hobby. He knew that being a boy who could knit well was an uncommon thing in a modern world, so it wasn't the first time another person had talked to him about it. Surely just giving her his name wouldn't kill him. " My name is Kyu-Sik," he finally answered, giving a small polite bow of his head as a habit learned from his father. " And I did not forget my umbrella." As per usual, his totally flat jokes weren't the best. Kyu-Sik realized there really wasn't much to go from there. However, there was the odd obligation to at least return a bit of her interest. She already answered the obvious question of whether or not she could knit, and he preferred not to ask the obvious. He eyed the light blue yarn she had been holding herself. " What were you planning on doing with that?" |
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Post by cassidy on Jan 28, 2013 11:48:39 GMT -8
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Holy poop a lot longer than expected, haha.[/style][style= float: left; background: #eee; width: 280px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #999; padding: 10px; margin-top: 10px; line-height: 10px; box-shadow: #ccc 1px 1px 1px;]The woman sniffled a bit. After she had first ran her hand through her hair, Cassidy hadn’t realized just how wet she was. Sure the rain wasn’t continuous, and it had its periodic stops, but when it decided to pick up again it truly picked up… a lot apparently. However, the worries for the bad weather along with her drenched condition were washed—pun intended—away for she had found something happier to take its place. This new person. When she had finally introduced herself, it was as if her question for his name had left her at a tremendous cliffhanger that caused her physique to slowly lean forward in anticipation. Was she that desperate to get to know someone? Perhaps, but she could always get away with the “I’m extremely friendly” excuse, which usually diminishes any worries of “stalker” issues. (Usually)
Any who.
To her heart’s satisfaction the man had finally replied, solemnly might Cassidy add, the word: “Gray” Immediately the girl inhaled and was just about to say “Nice to meet you” but then realized, wait… was that his name or was it the actual color? As if the man had read her mind, he then clarified. However! Another question prompted within Cassidy’s little-ol’ noggin for she pondered: What color? A gray that complimented a mint blue…well, the two (blue and gray that is) usually were appealing from both sides of the spectrum. It then rested on the decision, did this man want something soft or something that heavily contrasted? A dark gray and mint blue would be unique and pop out while a softer gray and a mint blue would remain the soft side without seeming standoffish. Cassidy snapped from her contemplation as the man directed her attention to the stack of grays that decorated the wall. That didn’t answer the question: light or dark gray?! Would she ever know?!
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[/i]” Two things rushed Cassidy’s mind: first, Kyu-what, and secondly, what a funny joke! Even if the man’s voice refused to fluctuate with the joke or hint emotion beyond simply being polite, still Cassidy found it hilarious and immediately busted in a giggle fit which ultimately caused the young one to snort. “ Eep!” Cassidy shoved her fist of blue yarn over her face, “ Whoops. Uh, that happens.” Great, the woman could feel the heat tint her cheeks red but before the condition was too bad she spoke again, “ I am so sorry… Kyeww- Seek. Kyoo-Sick. Ah… I’m sorry, uh, K-Kyu…” Hopefully she wasn’t being disrespectful by leaving the second part of his name out of the apology. “ B-But yeah it seems so! I’ll just have to knit myself an umbrella… It might not do the trick, but at least it would be cute.” Cassidy giggled once more, careful this time to not snort. “ But you said! You said you were making a beret? That. Is. So. Cool.” The woman sighed, “ I wish I could do that, I never made hats before. I figured they would be the same like gloves…in the sense of starting off circular? But then again I’m lying if I said I made gloves before, they were more like hand-warmers. You know, the kind that just have the hole for the thumb and one giant one for the rest of the fingers? Plus I think those are cuter and my brother said he liked them, so that…was good enough…for me.” Near the end of her spew of words, Cassidy had realized she rambled again and slowly drifted as she finished her sentence. Now the woman was at a lost, she felt her heart sink a bit as she realized a pause slowly drifted above the two. Was this all to their little conversation? Cassidy had a bit more up her sleeve but thankfully, she had no reason to pull out a random question for Kyu-Sik had initiated another subject. The woman lifted her attention to her taller company and smiled greatly, “ Me?” Due to the fact her heart rose so quickly after she heard his voice, Cassidy’s ‘me’ squeaked a bit. “ Oh this? Well I was thinking at first maybe a scarf and some more hand-warmers… since I usually just make a lot of those… but then I got to thinking—actually I was thinking after you pointed to the grays—I could possibly make a cute little poncho with floral attachments! I never made those little flowers before and am just dying to learn. So cute…” To emphasize her ‘cute’ she lifted both hands and pinched the air as if they were little baby cheeks. However, it came to Cassidy’s realization that she probably did not have enough money to buy what she wanted at the time. See, Cassidy has this horrible habit of buying more than she needs and so thus restricts her morning budget to the list she creates before heading out, and yarn was not on that list. With that in mind, the woman placed the yarn back on the shelf only after she squinted at the name and price for future reference. She definitely would have to make another trip to the store, especially now that she met Kyu-Sik…maybe he frequented the store? “ So! Uh…” Cassidy hesitated on his name once more, “ …Kyu-Tsiick…Shick… Uh, Kyu, how long have you been knitting? Is it for fun? Is it a job? Do you usually wear what you knit, because you would definitely look classy in knitted accessories, at least that’s what I think.” The woman pressed her free hand to her chest for reassurance of her opinion. “ You remind me a little of my twin brother, and he looks classy all the time, but that’s only because I make him those said classy items.” Though her words appeared a bit condescending and over confident, the truth was far from that. Cassidy had a goofy grin with lifted eyebrows that paired well with her lighthearted tone of voice. [/style][style= color: #999; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; float: left; background: #eee; margin-left: 15px; padding: 05px; box-shadow: #ccc 1px 1px 1px; margin-top: 10px; text-transform: uppercase;]Tag that wonderful Kyu-sik.[/style] [/td][/tr][/table][style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY [url=http://on-the-edge.proboards.com/index.cgi? action=viewprofile&user=cyanidecandy]✖[/url][/style][/center] |
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Jan 30, 2013 5:41:39 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #121212;]words: 669 tag(s): Cassidy date: April 17th Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already… Perhaps he should've said his name slower. He patiently listened to her stumble over his name a few times, never really quite getting it. It didn't bother him, as he was fairly used to it. Usually people could at least say it when heard, but it wasn't the easiest of names to remember. It was all that more difficult for people when they saw it written rather than spoken, as the romanization of Korean wasn't as English-friendly as some would like to think. His parents made it a point to make English the main language of their household when he and his sister were growing up. It was for this reason that he couldn't really speak Korean as fluently as his grandmother would like. While it was something he needed to study, the point of the current thought was the question of why he wasn't just given an English name. The idea of wanting your kids to be as American as possible and then giving them names that would maintain their heritage was always slightly contradictory to him. They could have at least picked something easier like Jae Sun or Ah Dam. Even Ram Hoon sounded enough like Ramone to be an appropriate compromise for the area they lived in. From time to time he wondered if they did it just to make it clear he wasn't Japanese, but his parents were rarely that petty. " Kyu like the cu- in cube. Sik like an Arabian leader sheikh." As he said it, that probably wasn't the best way to describe it without seeing it written. The spelling was different than how he explained, but this was casual and there was no reason to go into how 'si' was always 'shi' in the Korean language. At least growing up in the States had made him much less sensitive than other Koreans when it came to given name. His father had been bothered so often that it just returned him to the question of why his own name wasn't simpler. Moving past that, there was quite a bit more substance to what she was saying. He let her finish everything she wanted to say before responding, not wanting to interrupt her. She seemed too excited about his project, though perhaps that was just an expression of the passion she had for the hobby. It surprised him that she had never made a hat when she talked about the other things she was working on. To him, knitting a hat was just as simple as making hand warmers. However, he supposed everyone learned differently. Perhaps she was looking at the project and seeing it as a very different sort of pattern. Then, through her compliments, another actual surprise. She had a twin. That was a coincidence, but not one he was going to bring up. Kyu-Sik was still convincing himself that he wasn't bitter about what had happened with his own twin and he didn't really want to think about it. Plus, he couldn't really return her observation. He may have reminded her a little of her brother from what little she knew about him so far, but Cassidy was far from being someone who could remind him of his sister. Mi-Ho was blunt and just as indifferent as himself, and this woman was rather cheery and social at the moment. Her personality wasn't a bad kind of different, of course. She forced a conversation upon him, but it wasn't awkward enough for him to feel uncomfortable with it. " Thank you for the compliment, but I do sell most of what I make online. It's just a hobby, though. I'm in an apprenticeship with a tailor not too far from here," he answered, glancing down at the other things he was carrying in his basket. " If you can knit a hand warmer, you could knit a hat. Tying off the top is easy enough to do, so it's a similar idea. You just start bigger and reduce as you go. Can you crochet?" |
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Post by cassidy on Jan 31, 2013 11:34:07 GMT -8
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She will be knitting like crazy... next time they meet she will wear a whole ensemble!
ヾ(ﾟ∀ﾟゞ) And be like "Look Kyu-Sik I did it!"[/style][style= float: left; background: #eee; width: 280px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #999; padding: 10px; margin-top: 10px; line-height: 10px; box-shadow: #ccc 1px 1px 1px;]It was a curious thing. The reason, that is, for why Cassidy had an unusual amount of happiness 24/7. To her that reason was bright as day, and as “cheesy” as it was; the reason was her brother. When she had mentioned him to Kyu-Sik, her already shining expression brightened even more. She was sure the man before her wouldn’t have noticed, but Cassidy refused to drop her smile. Cassidy then wondered: would he be home soon? It didn’t matter too much, the woman had no intentions of leaving her new acquaintance any sooner than needed, but the thought of leaving one happy scene only to be greeted with another was a very uplifting thought.
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[/i]” With a slight tilt of her head, the lady lifted her grey hues in contemplation. So it was like a long ‘q’ essentially? She was sure she had it correct earlier through her various attempts at the name, but it wouldn’t hurt to listen along with the man and mentally attempt once more. As she listened to the second part of his explanation, Cassidy’s features dropped a little. Shiek-what? Even though his clarification hadn’t eased the woman’s troubles with her pronunciation, Cassidy strained to desperately remember the sound he had created when he first said ‘Sik’. After a few more tries of the man’s name, mentally of course, Cassidy finally had gotten it. A quick jump in place coupled with yet another happy expression, then the woman spoke, “ Kyu-Sik! Ha! I got it. Wasn’t too hard…” Cassidy giggled. She probably would’ve been able to have said it correctly earlier, but the excitement must’ve tainted her patience a bit. The woman glanced over the man, she allowed him to finish his few sentences—despite the want to hop in a couple times—and as the last syllable escaped his lips she inhaled with a grin. “ No problem!” Then Cassidy placed both hands on either hip, the grocery bag slapped against her thigh. She furrowed her brows at Kyu-Sik, not in disapproval but almost teasingly. “ A hobby you say, hmm? Yet you have an apprenticeship in the tailoring business?" The girl puckered her lips, " Apprenticeships take so long, or at least they could. But tailoring isn’t what you want to do? I mean, it’s okay if it isn’t... I simply figured with the amount of time you're putting into it that, well… it's something you wanted to do for a living.” Cassidy slowly lowered her head, her puckered lips remained plastered on her face. She realized what she said was a little silly. Professional knitter? Even Cassidy knew that knitting wouldn't really go any further than selling trinkets, which he said he was already doing. But one thing tickled her curiosity: why hadn’t she thought of that before? This whole time after she had moved to LA, Cassidy applied for waitressing jobs, hostess jobs, again and again but never did she search for a tailoring job. Perhaps there was an opening near campus? Perhaps she could sell some of her many scarves and hand-warmers? “ Hmm, you think so? Well… that makes sense.” The woman tapped her shoe at the thought of being able to make a hat. So all she needed was to do that? Sounded easy enough but like some hobbies that people had, the comfort zone was a hard area to surpass. She must’ve lost herself in all the various scarves and hand-warmer projects. That definitely hinged her from being able to learn something new. However, Cassidy had a newfound ambition to broaden her ‘knitting horizon’ and now had a strange urge to go home and knit a hat… “ Crochet? Yeah! I actually learned how to crochet before going off to learn how to knit, but I only did a few projects crocheting so nothing more… I know the basic stitches,” For some reason Cassidy refrained from mentioning that her projects consisted of, guess what, scarves and hand-warmers. “ Do you know how?” The woman was sure he did but asked anyways. Kyu-Sik was around her age, that was for sure, unless his features seriously played mind tricks, but Cassidy grew more and more curious of the man with every second that passed. She had so many questions… did he live alone? Did he have any siblings? Was knitting his only hobby, maybe he did other things too? Was blue his favorite color since he picked that against everything else? Or maybe it was gray… though not many people liked that color. Perhaps he just had an eye for pleasing colors and just happened to pick those two for his next project. The lady bit her lip in frustration. What should she ask? Should she even ask? However before she could ask her question another realization hit, this time not about Kyu-Sik (shockingly). She was in the fabric store for one reason: to wait for the bus. In her conversation she had completely forgotten about the bus schedule. Oh no! What if she had missed it? The woman grew crestfallen. " K-Kyu-Sik! This is an off question but you wouldn't happen to know the bus schedule around here, do you? I missed my bus earlier and I never do... so I'm a little freaked out right now. More like extremely paranoid, I don't know how to get back if I miss the bus again." Cassidy sunk into herself, " LA can be so scary." OOC: Sorry school took the best of me yesterday, I was swamped. 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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Feb 2, 2013 10:34:03 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #121212;]words: 594 tag(s): Cassidy date: April 17th Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already… A small smile formed on his face for the briefest of moments when she properly said his name. For someone he had just met, she was putting in more effort than she had to trying to say it correctly by even just trying again. Some people did take it as a good small challenge even if it was a person they may never see again, so perhaps it was just that. Either way, it was just one of those things that he found vaguely amusing for some reason. Though his amusement quickly dropped with her next observation. Even though Cassidy was only teasing a bit, her statement was oddly perceptive of the situation. It wasn't a point that hadn't been up before. The young man had even asked himself if it was the right decision before he got into it. " The knitting is just a hobby, I mean to say. Tailoring is a bit different." Only it wasn't different at all. But he left it at that. Sewing was just a glorified hobby that he was currently pouring more time in than he really needed to. He was making a career out of it for the moment, and he would continue acting like it what he wanted for as long as he had to. The idea of letting something he may cast aside in the future take up so much of his time didn't bother him if only because he couldn't think of anything better he could be doing. That was the conclusion he had reached. There was applying for different colleges or picking a new field to study… He could even pull out his flute again in attempts to correct where he had failed. Most of it he was just putting off in a passive sort of internal stubbornness, but he justified it by the fact he was keeping himself busy doing something. He wouldn't let himself be idle enough to reevaluate his options and decisions. Back to knitting, though. Now wasn't the time for brooding and it had nothing to do with their conversation. " I can crochet. Most of the little flowers you were talking about need to be crocheted. You can find patterns for a few different kinds online." Kyu-Sik had no doubt that another person who he assumed was close to him in age was fully capable of figuring that out herself. It was the information age and everyone was perfectly capable of typing a quick search prompt into google or whatever the preference was. In fact, since it was already something she was interested in doing, there was a good chance she had already looked up patterns. It just couldn't have hurt to put the idea into her head. And just as the sudden realization of the bus hit her, the same thought popped into Kyu-Sik's mind when she asked him for the schedule. He had to get home to finish his work, eat, and hopefully sleep a decent amount before the next work day. That wouldn't happen if he spent all time chatting in Jo-Ann's. " It depends on where you're going, but if you're departing from the nearest bus stop…" Kyu-Sik paused to check his watch. " The busses come every twenty minutes or so, until seven. You can catch the next one in about fifteen minutes, so if there's anything else you want to look at you do have some time." Depending on how the register lines were, of course. However, when he came in, they didn't seem too busy. There was at least ten minutes to spare. (ooc: Hope this is okay! He'll just feel obligated to walk her to the bus when they do exit because he has an umbrella, uhuhu. I figure that's an okay in-between for the options. \o\) |
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Post by cassidy on Feb 3, 2013 6:11:32 GMT -8
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[/style][style= float: left; background: #eee; width: 280px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #999; padding: 10px; margin-top: 10px; line-height: 10px; box-shadow: #ccc 1px 1px 1px;]Cassidy shifted the weight between her feet and gripped, this time with both hands, her lone grocery bag. Faintly, the woman heard heavy raindrops land on top of Jo-Ann’s roof. The rain had to have picked up again; the two had been in their conversation for some time now. It was a shame for two reasons that she hadn’t thought of supplying herself with a bit more money that morning—she couldn’t buy her desired yarn but also she wouldn’t be able to buy herself an umbrella. She simply guessed she’d have to run for the bus stop once more.
Throughout their exchanged sentences, Cassidy remained silent, patient, and eager when it was Kyu-Sik’s turn to reply. She was ecstatic to have had met such a nice man that provided interest in their conversation. At times, though, her chest would tighten at the threatening thought of them having to depart soon. The situation made her uncomfortable, but Cassidy was a positive thinker and whenever that dark thought attempted to slither back to her conscious, she was able to swat it away and think about the time she had now with the man and once that was done, she’d at least be welcomed home by her brother. It was a win-win. Though LA was a big city, what were the chances of them possibly meeting again? That was another thought that tainted her happiness.
However, even if it was for the briefest of moments—and her horribly far sighted eyes could’ve played tricks on her—but she was sure she had stolen a glimpse of a smile from Kyu-Sik. Due to how short it had lasted and how it was placed mid-conversation for the poor girl, she had no ability to mention of it. The thought of it though, the image had replayed and delighted the woman.
“Oh?” Cassidy blinked at Kyu-Sik’s information on having to crochet the flowers, “I see! Well I definitely have my plate made out for me once I get home! Hats and flowers, I’ll master them both.” With a chuckle the woman relaxed her shoulders, a reassuring smile caressed her lips, “Whatever you decide to do as long as it makes you happy is the right decision. Being able to knit on the side and sell what you make as trinkets. That’s always a plus too, that way you know your time has been well spent. I haven’t had much luck with jobs…” Cassidy pinched one of her braids, “But I keep trying. I think I’m going to sell off some of the things I made, that might work out. Maybe! Maybe you could even teach me sometime, ha ha.” She smiled warmly at the thought.
As Kyu-Sik mentioned the bus times, Cassidy’s heart nearly jumped from her chest. “Thank you so much!” There wasn’t a word yet invented for how relieved the woman felt. She honestly had no idea who’d she ask if Kyu-Sik hadn’t known. Well, the cashier from earlier would’ve more than likely knew something about the bus times, but that possibility couldn’t soften the girl’s reaction. Not only was Cassidy comforted at the thought she hadn’t missed the last bus, but also by the thought that she still had some time left with Kyu-Sik. “That’s great! Well, today I won’t be able to pick up anything because I left my money at the house and used what I had at the grocery store, but I plan to come back or at least go somewhere to pick up these cute colors. I love pastels…” The lady directed her vision to the brightly dyed yarn.
“But you seem to be the one shopping,” Cassidy pointed her index finger to his basket. “Is there anything else you need? I would hate to have held you up from finishing your shopping trip. Though I don’t regret our conversation one bit.” Cassidy added with a shake of her head.
(OOC: Your posts are great, do not fret fufufu. Yes! That would work perfectly-- this thread is just too cute and awesome, I love it. Any who~ They could end up finishing whatever shopping or could head to the check out line.... then maybe walk to the bus stop and wait the remaining time there? Then the bus shall come then: "departing is such sweet sorrow". (Sorry I'm a Shakespeare NUT)
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Feb 4, 2013 8:12:56 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #121212;]words: 578 tag(s): Cassidy date: April 17th Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already… Whatever made him happy was the right decision? Whoever this girl was really, she was certainly good at hitting all the right nails. It had never really been about happiness. Well, it had to an extent, but past the point of high school it became a matter of keeping himself busy. What would make him happy was simply out of his reach for who knew how long. Or so he felt. He didn't hate what he did, and he wasn't exactly miserable. Drearily complacent, perhaps, but he kept convincing himself that feelings didn't really have to do with anything any more. Sewing had always been a good outlet for him regardless of what he really wanted to do. But… he looked a bit confused when she brought up teaching her how to sell her projects sometime. " I don't really…" The man begun to explain that he didn't have time for that. However, he hesitated, weighing the pros and cons of the situation in his head. In actuality he couldn't imagine any of it interfering with his own productivity. It wasn't really running out with a stranger to see a movie or something, it was a matter of teaching someone to make some extra money with a hobby. In doing so there was the opportunity of having someone he could trade patterns and yarn with. That wasn't bad, it was beneficial. Still… being the introvert he was, he felt a bit uncomfortable with the situation he could potentially find himself in. Plenty of his poor half-attempts at friendships failed miserably. He would just keep it at clearly business and leave it at that. Yes, that would be fine. Rather than continue to vocalize what was running through his mind, he instead gave her a vague nod at everything she had said. " I have everything I came here for," he replied, going over what was in his basket once more just to confirm it himself. Everything was there. And… well, it was nice to have a time constraint in which he could leave for home now. Especially with the sound of the rain continuing. However, rather than excuse himself and just walk on as he normal would, he motioned for her to follow him as he began walking towards the check out. Kyu-Sik had been overly prepared with his rain coat and umbrella, but she had nothing. The last thing he needed was to feel obligated to someone he just met, but he also wasn't the sort of a person to just walk away from a problem when he was perfectly capable of solving it. " If you're done, then follow me. I'll walk you to the bus stop if you'd like." His thread and yarn went up on the register counter. A line had just opened, so the wait was almost nonexistent. With a few quick exchanges of greetings with the cashier, coupons, and a debit card, he purchased his items. Kyu-Sik thanked the woman behind the counter and took the plastic bag from her. However, rather than just carry the bag, he transferred the items over to the satchel he had hanging on his shoulder. He held out the empty plastic bag to Cassidy. He was going to walk her to the bus stop if she wanted him to, but a makeshift waterproof hat couldn't hurt for the rest of her trip beyond that. " By the way, how long have you been in LA? I'm assuming you're new here." (ooc: <3 That works! Just let me know if I'm pushing things along too quickly at any point. *^* To the bus stooooop~) |
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Post by cassidy on Feb 5, 2013 15:15:38 GMT -8
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[/style][style= float: left; background: #eee; width: 280px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #999; padding: 10px; margin-top: 10px; line-height: 10px; box-shadow: #ccc 1px 1px 1px;]Cassidy stood steadfast as her offer permeated the semi-thick atmosphere. She realized that she had opened the possibility of them meeting in the future, but the likeliness of that happening in such a big city without an appointment was bound to never happen. Also, as the seconds passed with no reply she grew less and less hopeful to the possibility of the situation. Though despite all that she remained vigilant with a kind smile and a positive notion that: maybe he was considering the offer, which was why it took so long. Kyu-Sik had begun to speak but must’ve lost himself in contemplation since he didn’t finish. Instead of waiting for an explanation as to why the girl took it on herself and jumped in, figuratively and physically for she nearly had hit him jokingly (like she would with her brother sometimes) but caught herself mid-punch—careful to have not actually touched him-- and formed a tight fist, then slowly retreated her arm awkwardly.
“Ha ha,” She breathed, a bit embarrassed by the action, “Don’t worry about answering that get together thing! I’m sure I’ll be able to figure it out on my own, but I’ll be sure to find you online.” Cassidy blinked with an awkward, wide smile. She hoped she didn’t sound too stalker-ish by admitting she’d be able to find him online. Perhaps he didn’t want anything to do with her after this little meeting? Perhaps his silence was a polite way of saying ‘Never’? The woman nearly choked herself form worry and immediately washed her brain from the horrid thought. How could she think something so negative!
Just as Cassidy prayed for a distraction so her overcomplicated thoughts wouldn’t toss her into one of her fits, Kyu-Sik had gestured towards his bag and admitted that he was finished with his shopping. The woman allowed her eyes to follow where his hands were and watched as he confirmed his basket. Various emotions pumped Cassidy’s veins as the man mentioned for her to follow him to the check-out. She was excited that even though the conversation was undoubtedly about to end, she was able to squeeze every little bit of time she had with Kyu-Sik. Cassidy stepped forward to follow him but then immediately stopped once he offered to take her to the bus stop. “Oh!” The woman sighed a bit pained from guilt, but also discomforted with herself that she wanted to accept his kind offer. Would the guilt of having someone go out of their way to help her win over her overactive dependency? “I wouldn’t want you to go out of your way or anything. I made it here in the rain, and the bus stop is just across the street. I can run out there and the bus will be there before you know it. Thanks though but I mean I don’t mind if you do want to walk with me, I mean, I love the company. It’s a bit lonely standing out there, you know-”
Cassidy had lost herself in confusion and contemplation as she mindlessly followed the taller man to the registers. She had nearly bumped his outstretched arm before she came to. “Huh?” The woman lowered her eyes to what was in Kyu-Sik’s possession and as she spotted the plastic bag she questioned herself. Was there something she needed to bag? Maybe he needed help—but that wasn’t it, with a quick glance she was able to see that all of his items were properly purchased and bagged away. Then what was the bag for? Before she asked an idea popped and she smiled at the bag.
“Oh I get it.” The girl giggled and accepted the shopping bag, “I’m going to look so silly! But it’s ok because the sides to the bag can be held down with my pigtails, haha. That’s cute.” Cassidy reached for another plastic bag and doubled up as she pulled the tiny item over her damp hair, tugged her twin pigtails through either hole, and then turned to Kyu-Sik. “Ta da! Now I don’t have to worry if wind decides to pick up, which I hope not. Rain and wind is a horrible combination.”
“Is it that obvious?” Cassidy puckered her lips at his observation and smiled so he wouldn’t think she was mad or anything. “Haha, well I moved here last summer. I moved in with my brother, you see, I was separated from him for a year. He’s been here for two years I think? He goes to UCLA. But yeah, I take care of him and the apartment. Though I’m sure he doesn’t need me to take care of him, in a sense he’s helping me until I somehow get a job… I’m, uh, not going to school.” The girl shrunk a little, she hoped that little tidbit of her not going to school hadn’t reflected poorly on her being. She wasn’t stupid, just a bit more gullible per say. Any who, she shrugged, “But I love going out! Even though the city sometimes gets the best of me, haha, I’m determined to know it inside-out once I’m through with it.”
This time Cassidy took the lead and stepped in front of Kyu-Sik. She tossed a look behind in order to gesture him to follow, then finally she exited the fabric store and waited beneath the cover just outside, hands crossed behind her. “Sounds like you’ve been here for a while? Are you from here?”
(OOC: I think its moving perfectly-- wait for the street light, cross, then they can wait the last bit at the bus stop~ I figure a few more posts each then I can end it. Haha I'm thinking of having Cassidy just board and forget to get any sort of contact information from him-- then we can do another awkward run-in somewhere lol. Let me know if you wanna change anything or think things differently~ I'll gladly oblige, yo.))
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Feb 7, 2013 6:58:15 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #121212;]words: 544 tag(s): Cassidy date: April 17th Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already… Although Kyu-Sik did question her idea of putting her pigtails through the bag loops on the basis more of her hair would get wet, he nodded and gave a slightly confused thumbs up as she did it. It certainly would prevent the bag from flying off of her head if the wind did pick up. She was correct in assuming that. Rather than interrupt her, he continued to listen as she talked about her brother. A twin who moved to a strange city just to be with the other. At that point he was silently blocking out the coincidences, not even giving a chance for the thought of his own sister to run through his head. That part was too different from his situation, for both his sister and himself. There would be no brooding on possibilities. Instead, he allowed his mind to wander to the idea of UCLA. He knew that plenty of people from his high school had ended up there, but it wasn't a college he had bothered considering. Also, he couldn't help but wonder how bored she must've been without even a job. Cassidy was suddenly leading the way before he knew it. Which, of course, was fine for him. He followed her out to the overhang and took a quick look at the few gray clouds that hovered in the sky. " I've always been here," he answered with a small sigh. With a pause he raised the hood of his raincoat and then unfolded his umbrella. It wasn't huge, but it was big enough shelter the both of them well enough. It would do until she made it to the bus. The young man held it out to cover her before he started waiting towards the crosswalk. As they walked, he realized he should probably elaborate on the short answer he gave her. " My parents are Korean immigrants who own a business in Koreatown, an area of the city not too far from here." Kyu-Sik nodded in the direction of the said area as he finished his sentence. Perhaps she knew it if she had been traveling. If not, it wasn't really of any consequence. " It seems like I've been here longer than I should've some days, but I can say this city isn't scary." Said the boy who was born only two years after a devastating riot followed by a great deal of tension. His words were for the comment she made just a bit earlier, and his sound reasoning for this actually came from his parents. " If you do let it scare you, you won't be able to do half of what you want to do." They had reached the streetlight finally, but they would have to wait a bit more for the signal to walk across. With people like his mother on the road, he wasn't the type to trust city drivers on a rainy day and he didn't really want to risk dying before he finished the vest he was sewing. He shifted the strap of his bag just to make sure it wasn't getting wet with the umbrella space he was allotting himself. Everything seemed fine so far. " What does your brother study at UCLA? Did you plan on eventually going there as well?" (ooc: Sounds great! Awkward run-ins are always fun~) |
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Post by cassidy on Feb 18, 2013 9:52:51 GMT -8
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The girl bobbled her head back and forth and listened as her makeshift hat made ‘swish’ noises against her hair, but was then knocked from her naïve playtime once Kyu-Sik spoke again. She eyed the man to her side and watched him maneuver around to unveil his umbrella. Cassidy smiled widely at Kyu-Sik, “Always been here, huh? So I’m guessing you were born here. I’ve always loved the city. Despite the obvious dirty sides of it, the city is always comforting I think. So many people, I love it! Of course...until I get lost or, you know, miss buses...”
As she spoke Cassidy realized how concise of an answer her companion had given her. Perhaps he had more to say? Which the thought of that caused the girl to pucker her lips in attempts to keep herself from over talking her part of the conversation. She enjoyed listening to Kyu-Sik despite his brief replies, her fascination only fueled her expectation—anything was better than nothing from him, just a little ‘Hi’ would send the woman into an excited orbit.
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[/i]” “ Oh really! I stumbled upon Koreatown in one of my explorations,” Cassidy hopped in place, her groceries jingled, “ I didn’t want to wonder too far in… but I’d love to go back one day. I would love to try Korean food…I’ve never had it before.” It was probably a mixture of the lateness in the afternoon combined with the lack of food the woman had had all day that immediately had her stomach growl at the thought. The lady’s cheeks tinted soft red but she only remained to smile. Was it Kimchi that was Korean? She heard it plenty of times wandering the grocery stores but she never tried it once, but to taste it from an authentic perspective would be even better. Koreatown could provide that, no? Cassidy had strolled beside the man without knowing, the droplets cascaded the umbrella and tickled her bare skin at times. Though due to the height difference from Kyu-Sik to Cassidy, with him holding the accessory out was nearly perfect and the girl had little to no worries at all about getting wet. She probably didn’t need the bag but it was cute regardless! Well, she did have to walk from the bus stop back to the campus apartments once she got back… oh boy, hopefully the rain wouldn’t pick up anymore. She couldn’t afford to get sick yet alone get her brother sick, the idea was horrifying and unbeknownst to her she stepped closer to Kyu-Sik—not touching but more wary of the wet and cold weather around them. “ That’s a nice saying.” The woman breathed, her smile still upon her lips. The two had stopped before the crosswalk which allowed Cassidy to spy her neighbor, “ I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, haha, though I’m comforted by a lot of people that’s why I don’t mind travelling around and exploring when I do. Plus! Sometimes I get lucky and meet people like you. Today was a lot of fun, thanks a bunch Kyu-Sik!” Cassidy giggled, “ Now I’m an expert at your name, hooray!” Finally as the cars slowly paused in their acceleration, the lights switched and beckoned the walkers to cross. Cassidy checked to see if Kyu-Sik had paid attention to the signal as well and took that opportunity to step forward and cross together. As they walked Kyu-Sik had asked another question. The inquiry caused the woman to smile but she ducked in her shoulders a bit, “ Mechanical Engineering with a focus in mechanical design. He’s such a smartie. I don’t plan on going there if I could that’d be awesome, but my brother actually was given a scholarship to attend… I’m afraid if he didn’t we wouldn’t have been able to provide the funds but beyond that I don’t really have the qualifications. I loved school but I just loved meeting new people and everything, I wasn’t extremely book smart…” Cassidy sighed, she knew she had probably went a little further into detail than what was expected but she had no problem spilling more about herself to Kyu-Sik after all she enjoyed his company, “ I don’t really know what I want to do but as long as I’m helping someone or something in one way that’s good enough, you know? So a job is a must right now.” As the two had made it to the curb, the girl stopped and turned to Kyu-Sik, “ So can you speak Korean? Probably a stupid question but I thought I’d ask.” Cassidy laughed, “ And what about you? Did you already finish schooling or something? I know you said you’re in an apprenticeship but what did you do in school?” OOC: UGH sorry for my absence!! I'm so rusty... but I hope this was okay~ I missed you TuT <3 [/style][style= color: #999; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; float: left; background: #eee; margin-left: 15px; padding: 05px; box-shadow: #ccc 1px 1px 1px; margin-top: 10px; text-transform: uppercase;]TAG THAT WONDERFUL KYU-SIK.[/style] [/td][/tr][/table][style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style][/center] |
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Feb 20, 2013 8:12:19 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #121212;]words: 770 tag(s): Cassidy date: April 17th Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already… Having been born in the States as part of a minority, Kyu-Sik got to examine his environment from an interesting point of view. The way he saw it in the era he was lucky enough to grow up in, the country's major achievement was its ability to bring everyone together through food. No matter how racist the grumpy old Korean woman who lived a few doors down was towards the Latino population, she could never resist good mofongo. Specialty food was something every culture was happy to share. Thus, it seemed to him that it helped hold a weird common ground between many kinds of people. Although the young man wasn't a big eater or cook himself, he never hesitated to encourage people to try the food of his own heritage. He had grown up with mostly Korean cooking, and he would have been hit with a frying pan had he ever said anything about not enjoying it. Thankfully, there was indeed something about the caustic red pepper paste that he appreciated. It was the most overwhelming flavor of Korean cuisine. It had what could only be described as a weird burning earthy taste to it, but he had eaten so much of it that he couldn't really imagine going very long without it. " The food in Koreatown is good," he replied to briefly summarize his opinion. The restaurants of the area were about as authentic as one could get in the United States. " You would have to be able to handle spicy food, though." That said, he glanced down for a moment and gave her a quick nod as she kept talking. Her happiness and gratefulness towards the situation the two found themselves in was a bit odd to him. Kyu-Sik knew that he simply wasn't used to it as the people he had found himself surrounded by in the past weren't exactly rays of sunshine. He knew he wasn't even close to that himself. He could understand it from an observant point of view, but logically they hadn't spent that much time together. It was that awkward spot again where he wasn't sure how to respond. Best to focus on enjoying people as a whole. " That's a good enough attitude." That would do. As the traffic light's signal turned to let them cross, he walked along with the girl to the bus stop at the curb. He was more comfortable with hearing her talk about her brother. That was impressive to say the least. Just going to college for the sake of going was never that inspiring to him, but being so good at something that someone earned the chance to go was good to hear. Her own case, though not sure what she wanted to do, wasn't any less agreeable to him. " I actually can't speak Korean fluently. My parents prefer to use English in the house, so I don't really speak it everyday. As for schooling… I graduated high school last June. It was a bit uneventful and has been since," he answered with half-truths to the questions she asked afterwards. While the male was typically very honest, he preferred to continue his path of topic avoidance in this scenario. " The apprenticeship is all I have for now." Kyu-Sik made a mental note through her statement. He was quite the opposite of her. He was always at school for the books rather than the people. It wasn't the first time he had realized that about himself, but it helped reconfirm that idea. Then finally came a bit of an admission. " It didn't seem wise to go to a university when I didn't have a clear path. I mean, it's not all about book smarts. If there's something you really want to go for, there's always a way, but there's no need if it's not a subject you can be really happy with anyway." Sure, that was easy to say for a boy who had graduated amongst the top in his class and who was also one of the best musicians. However, it had been months since his graduation, and he didn't have much to show for it yet. He knew better than anyone that it wasn't just about being intelligent. " It sounds like you're on the right track. There are plenty of things you could do if you just want to help people. Daycare, nursing, social work…" Kyu-Sik trailed off for a moment as he pulled his cellphone from his pocket to check a transportation schedule. He scrolled a bit and then slipped it back into his jacket. " And your bus shouldn't be too much longer." (ooc: \o/!! Welcome back! You are not rusty at all~ /showers with candy hearts and whatnot) |
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Post by cassidy on Feb 21, 2013 12:42:01 GMT -8
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Plenty of little tidbits of information sprouted within Cassidy’s mind as the man spoke. She wanted to interrupt about the food and ask Kyu-Sik if he had any specific suggestions, or when he mentioned about her being able to handle spicy food that that was actually amongst her favorite flavors of food, and also when he commented about her good attitude she wanted to jump and thank him—she always loved a positive demeanor, but alas all of that had to wait for the man to finish. Once he was closing in about his inability to fluently speak Korean and as he mentioned his graduation being in last June, Cassidy puckered her lips and her eyes widened a bit. If she did the calculation correct, and that he graduated on time, that would mean…
“I’m older than you!” Mixed with a bit of disappointment and shock, the girl sunk into her shoulders. She was sure she would’ve been younger than Kyu-Sik and at least by a couple years difference, but nope. Cassidy was older; older by one year. Despite the very small gap between the two, Cassidy had an overwhelming feeling of being incredibly old.
The woman remained silent as Kyu-Sik finished, her mind still wrapped around the fact of her being older by a year. Cassidy tossed the man a curious look, though she wanted to tease him about the subtle age difference she refrained from doing so. “Uh well,” Cassidy tossed his suggestions around as she contemplated baby sitting or working at a daycare. She loved children. “That’s some really good recommendations. I think once I broaden my job hunt I’ll be sure to get something! That topped on making side money from my cute little scarves and hand-warmers because God knows I have a million to spare, haha.” The woman silently picked at the trim of her jacket.
As Kyu-Sik informed Cassidy of the bus time her shoulders fell and a petit frown morphed her expression. She was sure she looked absolutely crestfallen and so tore her look from Kyu-Sik and spied the ground for a bit. Sure the woman was happy she was about to see her brother and all, but she really didn’t want her time with Kyu-Sik to end just yet. Cassidy had so much more to ask and especially wanted some lessons on knitting, but now it would never happen! Cassidy gripped her jacket firmly. She knew she was overreacting, and with every heartbeat she could feel her chest tightening at the thought of being alone tomorrow and the day after that.
Cassidy mentally slapped herself. That wasn’t true. She was sure there were plenty of nice people out there just like Kyu-Sik just waiting to be met, she would just have to broaden her exploration in the days ahead. Though even as she forced more positive thoughts her shoulders quivered a bit in anxiety, her palms grew cold and damp. Quickly the woman wiped her hands upon the fabric of her jacket and shifted weight throughout her body to fake her earlier shake as a stretch. “Oh!” Once the woman was finished stretching she turned to Kyu-Sik, a smile stretched upon her lips, “Well! Gotta get the most out of this! Quick, random question time! What’s your favorite color? Your favorite food?” The woman had no idea how to pass the rest of their time but she would die if it ended with them in silence, so Cassidy had to use her last resort: random questions. Hopefully Kyu-Sik wasn’t taken too back by it all.
OOC: Awwww well I'll close the thread after your next post. Don't worry about it being too long or anything lol I understand how sitting there and describing things would just get boring haha, but I didn't want this one to be horribly long plus I wanted to toss a little more stuff in there~
ALSO I'm going to post in your plot page after this xD So we can discuss the future run in~ <3
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Feb 22, 2013 8:56:58 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #121212;]words: 525 tag(s): Cassidy date: April 17th Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already… Kyu-Sik found himself a little confused again. He wasn't entirely sure why him being younger than her really mattered, or why it initiated the reaction that it did from her. Was it that his height or demeanor had thrown her off? That wasn't too uncommon. Plenty of strangers had assumed he was older in the past. Rather than respond to the surprise, he let that issue slide just had he done with others in their conversation. He wasn't worried by it, and he was willing to prevent any awkwardness if only because talking to her hadn't been terrible. Although he wasn't interested in seeking out friends, their conversation had been interesting. Nodding along with her job hunt talk instead, what did trouble him a bit was her body language once she had finished speaking. He really didn't have a clue what was going through her head, as he was completely unbothered by their scenario, but he did catch her small frown before she looked away from him. The Korean turned his own eyes to the road. Had he believed in prying, he probably would have said something more, but he didn't feel it was the right time and place to be asking a new acquaintance more than had already been said. She snapped out of it soon enough, and then it was back to pushing their conversation forward. And it was pushed forward in a way he didn't see coming. What was his favorite color and food? Although he wasn't taken back from it at first, he found himself baffled again. Well, whatever. That was easy to answer. " It's-" He had started to reply, but he cut himself off without a proper response. Wait.. had he even really considered that before? He knew his favorite instrument, his favorite type of music, and so on. He knew his favorite flower and animal. However, for the life of him, he hadn't put much thought into something so simple as a color and a food. He drank a lot of coffee and when he seriously thought about it he owned more cool blues and mints than anything. That was setting aside basics like black, white, and gray. His wardrobe had a bit too much of that. It was only the moment he stopped thinking of himself that he realized what his favorites were. " Red, as long as it's an accent. Grilled tofu," he finally answered a minute or so after she had actually asked the question. It wasn't so much that either was something he wore or ate that often himself, but they were the things he enjoyed seeing the most. Did that count? Hm. The young man then got the feeling he should return her quick questions, but that was just too simple for his own tastes. If he had to think for it, it would be more intriguing to make her do the same. " What's your favorite song? Or at least your favorite kind of music." Though as his eyes trailed down the street, he knew she wouldn't have too much time to answer. It seemed the bus was running just a bit ahead of schedule. (ooc: Okay! Sounds great. Threading has been super fun and I definitely demand more in the future, ohohoho. *^*) |
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Post by cassidy on Feb 27, 2013 8:10:50 GMT -8
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Perhaps blue was his favorite color? He did reach for the mint blue earlier. The man had also mentioned gray. Cassidy had already pondered what Kyu-Sik’s favorite color might’ve been from the moment they started their conversation, but she wanted to know for sure. She disliked being left with no answer of knowing—perhaps it was a cool color? Blues, indigos, it had to be something like that. If Cassidy was a people person she was absolutely positive that Kyu-Sik’s favorite color would be in that range, no if’s or but’s about it! The woman smiled to her deduction however it immediately dropped when Kyu-Sik finally replied.
“Red?!” Cassidy puckered her lips, her eyes expressed her disappointment. “And here I thought it’d be softer…hmmm… well at least it’s in accent. By being a color in accent it at least shows a softer side to it, I like it. I love red too but I’d have to say my favorite color is…” The woman knew he hadn’t asked her in reply for her favorite color, but she was going to answer whether he liked it or not. That was just how she was. “Hmm, purple. Lavender, I really like lavender. I can’t really be mad at colors though, they all have something that compliments them you know? So even brown will look good with a hint of a lighter green or yellow perhaps.” Cassidy nodded with a genuine smile. She sure had a positive way of looking at anything, even ugly colors were pretty with a little help.
“Grilled tofu? I’ve never tried.” With a quick eye movement, Cassidy watched Kyu-Sik and allowed her grin to inflate with each question. Questions showed interest! She was excited.
“Oh oh oh! Music! Well I like a lot-” As the woman began her reply, she couldn’t help but to notice Kyu-Sik’s attention avert beyond her. That must mean… Cassidy’s heart nearly stopped as she spun and spotted the behemoth bus closing in on the two. Life wasn’t fair and just as he had asked his questions. Cassidy spun back around and hopped a bit in place, “Uh uh uh… I don’t know my favorite song but my favorite genre is the classic rock from the 70’s to the present, you know like Foreigner? Maybe you know them? They have every greatest hit you can think of, oh! ACDC, Aerosmith, all the works. I also like other genres like pop and dance. Anything that is bouncy is really nice to listen to-” Cassidy forced her answer a bit faster than normal and spotted the bus in the left of her peripherals.
The bus shifted gears and parked, the doors opened with a swift motion which left Cassidy nearly breathless from fright. Not the bus, anything but the bus. The woman figured it had to show up at some point, but why not a little bit later? Maybe tomorrow? Cassidy sighed and eyed Kyu-Sik, “Darn well I guess it’s good bye…” There wasn’t a word that matched the frown which etched her countenance.
Cassidy gave an awkward wave-lift-of-arm thing, usually she would’ve hugged the person, and flashed a smile at Kyu-Sik. “It was really really really nice meeting you!” Cassidy spoke as she approached the bus, her back slightly turned. Before she could say anything else she rushed up the stairs and dropped her change before she strolled to the back of the bus. Quickly she sat, scooted to the window, spotted Kyu-Sik, and waved. The day was fun, but as the bus finally started forward a horrible realization slapped Cassidy across the face.
His number she hadn’t received his number! How was she going to find him again? Cassidy’s face flushed pale, her eyes wide and jaw slightly dropped. How could she forget… Now she would never see him again. Cassidy sniffed, her eyes heavy and moist. She wasn’t going to cry. Nope. But she did… a little bit… select tears coursed her cheeks as she swatted them away. It was silly and an awkward reaction, but beyond that she was still sad. She really hoped to run into Kyu-Sik in the future.
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