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Post by lumorai on Mar 9, 2013 15:21:26 GMT -8
[atrb=cellspacing,25px,true][atrb=border,0,true] The sounds of a lonely soul ECHO IN THE NIGHT Anyone who had ever spent time with Nantan could tell you that he really wasn't a social person. He was, to be exact, an introvert. It was why he loved his job so much: he spent time collaborating with the police and the victim involved in a crime, but he never was so involved with them that he had to spend time getting close to them. He could carefully extract his personal biases and his life experiences from the situation without seeming cold or impersonal. To tell the truth, it wasn't like Nantan didn't like people. It was that he didn't know how to deal with them. He preferred to observe people, to find out why they were the way they were. It was why, even though he had a nice car, he rode the bus home. Nantan looked down at his watch, hoping he wasn't late to the bus. His watch read April 27, 2012 at 4:50 PM, A which meant that if he hurried he could make it to the bus station on time. He had intended to leave around 4:30, but he had had a consultation with the victim of his most recent of two cases. Although he was happy for Sheila, he selfishly wished she hadn't left him with her case when she left for pregnancy leave. Of course, it meant that he would have a better reputation if the case went well, but it was still extra stress on top of the demolished office. Not if, when. Nantan gently reminded himself. There's no use destroying your self-esteem over something that hasn't happened yet. Besides, it's fairly obvious that the theft was the offender's fault. Nantan started jogging to the bus, glad that he had brought a spare change of clothes after work. He might look a bit silly wearing track pants and a faded green shirt, but it was comfortable, and besides, he ended up getting to the station right as the bus pulled up. He'd have to iron his pants again and shine his shoes, but it was better than waiting another hour for the bus to charter him home. As Nantan got on the bus, he was surprised at the lack of passengers. Sure, there were still about 50 people on board, but that was nothing compared to the 75 or 80 that typically came on after work. As he searched to bus, Nantan found an almost empty row of seats towards towards the middle, facing the side. From here, he could see everyone. Without thinking, Nantan started analyzing the other passengers across from him. A mother with an angry 7 year old boy who couldn't stay sit. Maybe there was home problems? He didn't seem to trust her too well. The child ran down the aisle and tripped over the suitcase sitting next to a man facing the front. As the man turned around to glare distastefully at the child on the ground, the boy flinched, and the offended rider started to screech at the mother. So much anger, and so much fear of a loss of power between the three, Nantan thought. As the mother started to apologize profusely, her voice was cut off as the driver's voice filtered on overhead: "Excuse me, bus 4046. Our cab is facing some technical difficulties. Please remain calm. We should be back on schedule within the next 30 minutes. Thank you for your cooperation." CLICK. With a grumble, the argument between the two parties started to die down, and Nantan started scanning the rest of the bus, wondering what other type of people where riding the bus. However, before he was done examining the front of the bus, Nantan sneezed and fell out of his seat, accidentally knocking his suitcase on the ground. Before he could get it, though, he saw a hand reaching out to hand him his suitcase. "Thank you" , Nantan said as he reached for a tissue to wipe his nose with. Although he didn't see the face or the gender of the kind citizen, he heard them take the seat next to him. Nantan inwardly sighed at the new social interaction, but he really didn't mind as much as he tried to tell himself he did. Truthfully, it was nice to have a distraction, for the next 20 minutes, anyway. He was getting a bit discomfited with his usual people watching exercise.
tags:Alyssa Curtis (Ruki) Kyu-Sik Moon (Duvet) RP SWAP
words: 756
notes: Time to make friends! |
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Mar 12, 2013 7:57:14 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #121212;]words: 667 tag(s): Alyssa & Nantan date: April 27th Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already… Another day successful and Kyu-Sik was on his way home. He had gotten off a bit earlier than usual thanks to the overtime he had put in previously. For him, it was only good in the sense that he hadn't gotten much sleep the night before and he was tired despite his refusal to let it show. He was usually the type of person who preferred to stand whenever he rode on a bus. Simply put, it kept him awake whereas he found that long enough bus rides often made him even drowsier. The last thing he needed was to drift off and miss his stop. The vehicle still had some empty seats, but Kyu-Sik found comfortable support just taking a place by one of the hand rings. He was ready. And that's when the driver let them know the bad news over the intercom. A delay. A thirty-minute delay. A frown fell upon the boy's face, looking up at the speaker and sighing. The area he lived in was pretty much centrally located in LA, so usually it was easy to find a quick route home. However, from where he was now, it would take him just as long to walk as it would to wait out the schedule delay. Plus, he had already paid to get on the bus. He didn't want to deal with the hassle of asking for a refund. As much as the young man dreaded the idea of waiting for so long in somewhere crowded enough, he didn't have a better option. Besides, he had been in worse transportation predicaments. This did mean he had to rethink his plan to stand on the ride, though. His eyes scanned around at the available seats. Ignoring the other passengers for the most part, he focused on the ones that would at least feel less crowded. The empty seats facing toward the middle were just less claustrophobic. Sure, there was someone who appeared to possibly have a cold sitting there, but it was still a better option than squishing himself and his satchel into one of the other seats amongst other people. The suitcase had fallen as he was walking over. Not a person to just step over a problem, he bent down to wordlessly hand the man his suitcase. Then, he went ahead and took the seat beside him. He didn't really have an interest in starting any conversations and he was rather good at blocking out the noise of fellow travelers in situations like these. Not even screaming children or bickering passengers were enough to divert his attention. Had he known that he would be stuck on a bus, he would've brought his knitting just to keep himself busy. Instead, he pulled out his cellphone. Making a to-do list for the days to come would suffice. And… the battery was dead. " Aigo…" Kyu-Sik found himself muttering in a quiet breath of frustration. He may not have been a fluent speaker in Korean, but he still grew up with parents who were. If nothing else, he had caught on to that bit of irritated slang. What was it about a stalled bus that nibbled on his usual amounts of patience? Rather than let out any more noises that let on any sort of annoyance, he took a short moment to collect himself, put the phone back in his bag and pull out a pad of paper instead. If he couldn't make a digital list, he would just make a paper list. Then came problem number two. The pad was fine, but the pen kept attached was apparently lacking ink. It only took two words for the letters to fade into oblivion. Kyu-Sik stared at the failure in disbelief at the lack of luck being showered upon him at the moment. Thankfully, he wasn't a quitter. He glanced over to the person he sat down next to. " Sorry," he began calmly with a small, but apologetic nod, " would you happen to have a pen?" |
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Post by alyssa on Mar 12, 2013 19:46:57 GMT -8
[style=padding-top: 246px; color: #f7efd0; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; line-height: 5px;]Words: 000 Tags: Nantan, Kyu-sik Dated: April 27th [/style] Alyssa was someone who enjoyed heels. Heels and dress clothes and fancy stuff, to be precise. Not to say she walked around looking set to go to a party every day, but her clothes were never the casual jeans-and-t shirt combo. Today she had on leggings with an navy-and-white striped shirt, and thus navy blue heels, for example. But more to the point, even if she liked her shoes, it didn't mean she could walk in them as if they were sneakers. A long distance in heels would surely give the blonde blisters, and would get uncomfortable after awhile; both of which Alyssa was not in favor of.
So in light of the trek from her current location to the open spaced park that'd caught her eye, she figured the quickest and cheapest way to get there was ride a bus. She did have a car, technically, but that was boring wasn't it? No chances to meet new people, no social interaction at all, actually. The bus wasn't too expensive, as she'd said before, and the opportunities she'd get to strike up an interesting conversation were too good to pass up. So she didn't.
Violin held at her side in its trusty case, Alyssa was already seated in a rather packed area. She'd paid her fee, and was currently listening to the snippets of passing conversations, bits of whispers, and the rattle of the bus as it went around its system of stops. She also had a running "sleep count" going in her head. So far, she'd spotted twelve passengers dozing off, if that meant anything. Which it really didn't.
And then the announcement came. A delay?! Half an hour? That was... that was an awful long time. Dismayed eyes were glued to the speaker the voice had emanated from, and the violinist's hands subconsciously tightened in her instrument. She was going to use that park space to play without any disruptions. And when she wanted to play, she wanted no time limits. She wanted to get there early enough that time wasn't even an issue honestly, but with this delay who knew what time she'd get there?
"It's only a half an hour Alyssa. Not too long considering all the time still left. And it means more time to socialize on the bus; what made this the better choice over the car." A dull thud, and a crash of sorts was the next interesting thing to happen. Immediately scanning the interior of the vehicle for the source of the noise, her amber eyes landed on a manage seemingly fell from his chair, suitcase toppled over. Gasping, she rose to her feet immediately. Before she could move an inch, however, some other dark haired youth helped the man instead. "Dang it. Opportunity- ...not lost! They look like they're habit a little conversation, and it seems more fun over there all free and spacious than over here cramped and boxed in. I'll just go over anyways!" Bounding over with a beaming smile, Alyssa seated herself across the aisle.
How to enter the conversation though... Hm? A pen? Did she happen to have one maybe? Rummaging through some pockets, and then even her violin case (she stored miscellaneous things in there occasionally), a blank music sheet and a pencil were the only other things inside besides the violin itself.
"Aha!" she whispered to herself. A pencil had to do, right? Turning towards the two she was set on talking with, the interesting pair, she spoke a bit louder. "I have a pencil if you'd like to borrow it! Here!" Holding out the pink sparkly mechanical writing utensil, she hoped somehow this would be an appropriate way to get this conversation rolling.
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Post by lumorai on Mar 14, 2013 17:58:32 GMT -8
[atrb=cellspacing,25px,true][atrb=border,0,true] The sounds of a lonely soul ECHO IN THE NIGHT Nantan closed his eyes in frustration. This building noise was starting to give Nantan a headache. At his spot from the bus, it turned out that not only was he unable to seclude from the noise, but he was in fact in the middle of it. The small boy who had been yelling at his mother was now sitting on her lap, whining loudly for a juice box. The man who had been yelling was now on the phone with some poor acquaintance of his, listening to him screech and holler about how inconvenient the Los Angeles bus system was. Which was slightly funny, considering that in the two year span Nantan had started riding the bus he had never seen that man before today. Ah well, people always had their reasons. They weren't coworkers, and now that Nantan saw the man, would certainly never be in a case together, so the man's life was none of his concern. Under any other circumstance Nantan would have tuned him out, but the best he could do was attempt to focus on something else.
Nantan had only just begun to fiddle with the latch of his suitcase (resulting in his headband falling onto the dirty ground, of course) when he started to notice the increasingly frustrated movements of the young man seated next to him. Not only was his phone out of use, but he seemed to be facing trouble with the pen on his notepad. Poor kid. Nantan felt a bit of compassion towards the one person who had elected to remain silent throughout the commotion. “Hold on a moment,” Nantan said, just as the young man next to him had begun to ask for a pen. He finally got the contraption open and started rummaging around, checking his neatly folded trouser pants. But as he finally found a thick blue pen, a young woman came by, offering the man next to him a pencil. Odd how that turned out, Nantan thought as he looked at the lady in front of him.
She could not be older than 23, that much was certain. She was well put together and smelled sweet, vaguely reminding Nantan of the women in his college classes. However, she didn't seem as petty as those women were. Maybe it was because she held a music case, but the girl in front of the him seemed much more personable and didn't seem to wish them any harm. However, it still didn't change the strange fact that she had been watching the two. It was almost as if she was waiting to let herself into their bubble, curious about what would happen if she popped it. Nantan's reverie was halted when his hair began to slide back to the front of his face, tickling the stubble he couldn't shave off of his cheekbones. Nantan bent over quickly, hoping to reach his headband without seeming perverted. However, he fell out of his seat yet again, this time as he felt a wave of exhaustion and nausea overcome him.
Since when did he get headaches? This wasn't like him, really. Shakily, he pushed himself off the ground, pulling himself up into a sitting position in front of the seat. He really could not understand why there was THIS much stress over two small cases, really. Ah well, at least he had gotten the hairband as he tumbled down the seat. It had gotten the small boy to stop moaning, anyhow. Thankfully, he hadn't thrown up. THAT would have been an awkward situation.
tags: RP SWAP Duvet: Kyu-Sik Ruki: Alyssa
notes: Why can't you just stay put? :c . |
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Mar 16, 2013 11:03:16 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #121212;]words: 604 tag(s): Alyssa & Nantan date: April 27th Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already… Kyu-Sik was grateful when the man started looking. He wasn't going to get his hopes up, but surely there was a chance he had something to write with. However, there was a surprise interruption as another stranger held out exactly what he needed. Well… sort of exactly what he needed. Kyu-Sik's face was blank as he marveled over the appearance of the mechanical pencil. It wasn't that shocking, but it was a rather sudden shift from professional to different taste. However, it was a writing utensil that he assumed worked and he had never been a boy afraid of pink. He carefully took it from her hands, clicked the top, and made a quick scribble to make sure that it was sufficient. Yes, that would do. " Thank you," he said with a very thankful nod toward the girl. " I won't need it for too long." That's when he took a moment to get a better look at her without rudely staring her down. She was young and she had to have been around his age. If she wasn't, then she at least couldn't have been that much younger or older. More interestingly than that to Kyu-Sik, though, was the very noticeable case she was carrying. His eyes drifted down to the violin case for only a brief moment before they returned to the sketchpad. Musicians weren't uncommon, especially in Los Angeles. Still, he was always a bit curious to see another person's instrument. It was just something that came with being a musician himself, and one that worked with different instruments throughout the week. However, now wasn't really the time or place. She was a total stranger, after all. He didn't need to bring it up for the moment. Right, his to-do list. Using the sparkling pink mechanical pencil, Kyu-Sik went to work on what he had originally set out to accomplish. If he was wasting time being stuck on a bus then he at least wanted a clear schedule for the rest of his day and week. He scrawled the fair-sized title 'TO DO' on the top. Then, between tailoring and helping his parents, he made a quick short hand list of everything he needed to get done for the week. For now it was just a list with no particular order. He would figure out the actual schedule after he had a visual for what needed to be done. It was a little unnecessary for him, but one had to have something to do while being delayed, and the heavens knew he wasn't up for starting a round of sing alongs with strangers. It was much more peaceful to have something to absorb his attention. With his hands and attention kept busy, he could return back to blocking out those around him. Or so he thought. Unfortunately, the man beside him only continued to have problems as if the luck of one was canceling out the other's. He helped the man, his phone and pen went dead, he was given a pencil, the man fell from his seat. Nantan toppled again in a manner that was bafflingly ungraceful. Kyu-Sik just watched it happen quietly, though he did play his part in helping the man back to his seat. Afterwards he sighed at the fate of his list and just decided to give up on it for the moment. " Are you feeling alright?" The young Korean boy dared to ask the man. Not that he could do anything about it, but he did have a bottle of water he could offer if necessary? What a hassle. Shouldn't have even thought about sitting down. |
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Post by alyssa on Mar 26, 2013 15:41:07 GMT -8
Words: 000 Tags: Nantan, Kyu-sik Dated: April 27th Beaming as the young man took her up on her offer and thanked her for the pencil, Alyssa was more happy to have an actual conversation to worry about a single pencil. "Oh don't worry, keep it as long as you need to! I'm not exactly in a rush." Considering the fact that she, along with everyone else riding the bus, were temporarily stranded in the vehicle, she meant her last sentence as a joke.
Curious, though, while she was right there, the blonde figured it wouldn't be too hard to sneak one peek at what the dark haired male was using her pencil for. Craning her neck to try and subtley glance at the paper from above, all she could make out was the fact there was writing on the page. "Oh boo, guess I can't be subtle about it." Standing up and once again trying to gaze at the parchment being written on, her eyes quickly fell on the writer himself after her quick peek didn't work out so well.
"You-" Her head turned abruptly to the side, cutting off her voice as Alyssa's attention darted straight to the other man who'd suddenly fallen over. "A-Are you okay?!" She reached over to help him up immediately on impulse, but he got up on his own before she could do much of anything. The one next to him was helping as well, and the violinist drew back her hand. "He got up but... falling over like that can't mean everything's okay..." Debating on what to do next, an expression of concern came from the one who borrowed her pencil. Figuring it'd be best to follow suit, Alyssa echoed,
"Yeah, you okay? Not hurt too badly or anything, I hope." He had gotten up mostly on his own, but still. It was polite to ask, and an injury wasn't completely out of the question.
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Post by lumorai on Mar 27, 2013 10:40:48 GMT -8
[atrb=cellspacing,25px,true][atrb=border,0,true] The sounds of a lonely soul ECHO IN THE NIGHT Nantan felt quite bad for the two passengers next to him. First, he looked at the young Korean male, who sighed and quit writing, and then directed his attention to the blonde in front of him. The pattern on her outfit made his eyes swim and he looked at a spot behind her, determined to not get into anymore painful situations. He was cold and shivering, but he had been through worse. With a deep breath, the tan man stood up and brushed the hair out of his face, attempting to reestablish his center of gravity.
After a couple of moments, Nantan finally replied to the concerns of the two in front of him. “I’m so sorry for disturbing you,” He first directed to the young man who had been an enormous help. “I didn't mean to disturb you. You really shouldn't worry about me.” Nantan scuffled towards a seat away from him, determined to give him some privacy. After sitting down and situating himself, Nantan turned towards the girl and focused on a spot over her shoulder, determined to be polite. It was, after all, the least he could do after worrying her so. “Do you have a spot to sit? Your violin case must be heavy,” he commented in hopes of distracting himself from his ensuing cold. “To be honest, I feel as though I might be coming down with a cold or allergies. It is around that time of year again.” How boring his words sounded to even his own ears. Still, he attempted to make conversation. He had no other way to pass the time, and he didn’t think he could go back to watching the angry man shriek at the small tike that disturbed the passengers.
Nantan looked at her case, curious about the treasure inside. “Which string instrument do you play?” He asked as he sniffled, actually interested in her answer. “And why do you have it now, of all times? Are you going to band practice or something similar?” Nantan didn’t know much about music or instruments, but he did know that it usually marked finesse and intelligence. With a frown, the lawyer realized that through all of the commotion that he had never introduced himself to his fellow riders.”Ah, forgive me for not introducing myself earlier. I’m Nantan Lantanya.” Perhaps, he thought, there was something to be salvaged from this ride after all.
tags: RP SWAP Duvet: Kyu-Sik Ruki: Alyssa
notes: meh . |
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Mar 29, 2013 9:55:00 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #121212;]words: 386 tag(s): Alyssa & Nantan date: April 27th Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already… What a scene. The Korean man hardly cared, but he did take some comfort in knowing that it wasn't really his problem and there was always much worse to be seen on the public transportation in Los Angeles. If he had a nickel for every time something out of the ordinary happened on his way home just this year, he would have… Well, okay, he would have only about eleven nickels. Still, he knew that the specific number was only because he stopped paying attention to certain things after awhile. Perhaps just growing up in the city had made him so jaded? That's what he wondered to himself some days. However, it wasn't all that true. Even though he liked to think he was good at ignoring his surroundings, he always found himself trying to help in one way or another. The man beside him falling over wasn't exactly something that could be ignored by anyone short of heartless anyway. The reply he was given to his question of concern was expected, if not a bit self-degrading on the man's part. He found the overly polite wording a bit… odd. That followed by the fact that the man so much as moved seats left Kyu-Sik a bit confused. Well, okay then? It didn't occur to him that perhaps his mild annoyance was showing a little too well. He just turned his eyes back to what he was originally working on instead, allowing the man to do as he pleased. " I have water if you need any," he did comment just in case the man continued to feel ill. He didn't want to see the man fall over again. That would have been that had the man not began talking to the girl who was lending him the pencil. He didn't interrupt or look up just yet, but he was shamelessly eavesdropping with some interest. It had nothing to do with him, but he certainly didn't mind hearing more about the instrument or what was being done with it. And in the process, he also learned a bit more about the man first. Nantan Lantanya. Kyu-Sik had heard so many different names from so many different cultures that it didn't seem strange to him. He did mentally note that it had a good rhythm to it, though. |
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