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| And The Students Keep Running Running...; Open for anyone that feels like it... Takara and Alexanders meeting! | |
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| saranm | Jul 2 2010, 08:28 AM Post #1 |
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Anger. It was a simple human emotion, one that everyone felt, and, Alexander felt, no-one should actually have to feel. It was an emotion that he hadn't felt much since he joined Shibusen, though one that he had been feeling quite a bit recently. His anger wasn't really directed at any one thing, though he had been feeling quite a bit of frustration with himself recently. He had been doing much worse in his training exercises of late, and when he had seen the doctor about it, she had simply said that it was more likely a "Mental problem." She also recommended he take a break, maybe visit with some friends and family... Alexander had no family that he knew of, except perhaps an uncle that he had heard nothing from in many a year. Regardless, he did feel a certain disdain for that man, as he had simply slumped off in apparent depression after his brother died. Then again, Alexander might well have done the same in his position... Just as well, Alexander had very few friends. It was not for lack of trying, he was just a naturally shy and quiet boy, and it had been awhile since he had deemed himself fit enough to go on a mission, solo or otherwise. And that leads us to Alex's current position, early in the morning, outside of Shibusen academy, running. It felt good, the wind blowing through his ears, drowning out the majority of his thoughts. Though, one thought moved through past the whistling in his ears, 'One thousand six hundred and twelve...' That count, the count of steps he was taking, had been slowly growing in the back of his mind. It hadn't become prominent in his mind until he had reached eight hundred and nine... and it was becoming persistently annoying. 'One thousand eight hundred and nineteen' the count in his mind grew again, getting louder with each step. He increased his pace, his OCD nagging in the back of his mind to increase his step count. 'One thousand nine hundred and ninety nine...' the numbers finally grew louder than the wind in his ears, distracting him, and causing the giant of a man to trip. He hit face first, scraping his face along the ground, though only leaving scrape marks on his right cheek. He laid there for a moment, breathing heavily, arms loose at his side as he simply stared at the sky laid out before him. It was a beautiful color, one that only appeared at that special time in the morning that made the sky light up in a beautiful medley of shades of orange. He lay there staring at it for only a few seconds more, as he pulled his hands up in front of him, and pushed himself up. Alexander smiled, sitting cross legged and staring at the sky, back to his typically happy self again. |
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"Sad, very sad" said the reader to the writer, "One of the characters in my book died." The writer began to cry, weeping, "I know the feeling... so did mine!" Crazy is what you make it, but how do you craft crazy? Alexander Alexander is stomping on Kishin, one huge ass step at a time. | |
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| Takara | Jul 2 2010, 09:00 AM Post #2 |
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Mornings were much like the rest of Takara's day. Routine with a practiced schedule that shifted ever-so-slightly to accommodate the day. Other than that, her mornings are in a certain order and depending on if she had school or not certain events had to follow suit. More than once the meister had felt a gnawing at her stomach after missing her morning run. Guilt? Maybe the feeling she wasn't trying hard enough to stay in shape when, really, that should be one of a meister's prime objectives? It was certainly hard to explain an emotion without using words that simply did not fit right. Not that Takara did not enjoy her runs. It allowed her to think and prioritize things while her excess energy was burned away. Running every morning had definitely increased her speed and endurance, while the shops she passed reminded her of the items she needed to get. Which reminded her that she needed to pick up some bread. The bakery was open but the woman would feel guilty for walking into such a good smelling shop in the middle of a morning jog. Not that it would matter. Takara never carried her wallet with her while she ran, because she didn't want to impulse buy and interrupt her run. It was also harder to pickpocket someone who was running with no wallet. The girl never had to worry about buying water, because she carried a bottle with her. It added a little weight while giving her hands something to do. In the middle of a desert like Death City was situated in... Well, water was a little important to have handy when exercising. Ah, but though the time and order things went in during Takara's day were the same, the routes were different. Sometimes she could stick to going up and down the oddly-built city while other days she'd run in circles around it. And of course, when she was feeling particularly adventurous, she'd tackle the Shibusen stairs. Ah, those things. She swore it was a way for Shinigami to keep the kids in some sort of shape. Having to hike up the stairs and then back down once a day was trying until the body got use to it. About the time Alexander was reaching his one thousand eight hundred and nineteenth step, Takara was stopping at the base of the Shibusen steps. She took a deep breath and looked up to the perfectly symmetrical building, taking off one of her running shoes to rub her foot. Yes, Kid's obsession with symmetry had to come from his father. After replacing the shoe and rubbing her knees Takara started up the great steps. Her legs would hurt by evening and she'd want to be confined to the couch, but a rather cluttered apartment was going to taunt her into action and make sure she wouldn't laze the evening away. Each step went by a bit slowly for her, even if she was running and at times taking two steps at once, and about halfway she felt her calves hurting. She topped the steps and stopped, putting her hands on her knees and leaning forward, the neck of the bottle between her fingers as she caught her breath. “Goodness,” she muttered, straightening up and taking a long swig of the water. A few pieces of ice clinked together, most of what she had frozen in the bottle last night now liquid and already drank. Her blue hair was pulled back and she wore her favorite outfit to keep cool, capris and tank-top with her good running shoes. Has anyone ever entered a room, to see something that was there that maybe shouldn't be there, but yet not know what it is right away? That feeling was what crept over Takara as she looked at the grounds around Shibusen. It took a moment of Takara looking around to really notice what seemed out of place. It was a young man sitting on the ground, on a day no one was really in the school. He just seemed to be sitting there and staring at the sky, the meister looking up to see if he was looking at anything particular before looking back to Alexander. “Hello! Enjoying the morning?” She yelled, waving at the man. She wasn't the type to say 'hi' to every person on the street she met. But someone sitting on the ground of the meister and weapon school, all alone? Yes. That deserved some attention. It was most likely a student but she figured that was even a better reason to be friendly. |
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| saranm | Jul 2 2010, 06:23 PM Post #3 |
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Alexanders soft smile remained on his face as the sun and it's gluttonous face were mostly in view. It was odd, to him at least, how few people actually took the time to look at the sky in the morning. It was typical human nature to be focused on the ground, so how often to people really look up? The giant of a boy thought very few... maybe he would have to come back at night and watch the moon as well. He heard some footsteps not too far away from him, but was still entranced with the sky, off in his own world. Alexander did turn his head when the person, apparently a young woman, yelled a hello to him. He waved back, his smile a little larger now due to the friendliness of the woman who was speaking to him. "Always!" Alexander shouted back, "Care to join me?" he asked, finishing with "Always room for someone that can enjoy the sun!" |
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"Sad, very sad" said the reader to the writer, "One of the characters in my book died." The writer began to cry, weeping, "I know the feeling... so did mine!" Crazy is what you make it, but how do you craft crazy? Alexander Alexander is stomping on Kishin, one huge ass step at a time. | |
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| Takara | Jul 2 2010, 08:21 PM Post #4 |
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The friendliness of the man made Takara keep her smile. Well, at least it wasn't one of the sulky people that tended to hang around Shibusen. This was a place were they were trained to protect people and do good things. But that was optimism on Takara's part. There was only one event that was sad in Takara's past and she was able to ignore it and cope. That was one thing that might bite Takara in the rear one day. She was a bit sheltered and she knew horrible things happened, but was unattached from it and safe from it. For now. The invitation was obviously taken as she walked over. Of course, the look on her face changed a bit as she got closer to Alexander. The man was... Huge, looking a good foot taller than her just with him sitting down. It was a bit intimidating to say the least, especially since she was use to being around people her height. For a moment she figured she would stand and be a bit rude, but of course that wouldn't feel right. The girl sat down beside the man and pulled her knees up a bit, resting her elbows there while she took another sip of her water. “Thank you. But I'm not sure many people would enjoy that creepy sun. I think I'll die before I get use to the grin.” She chuckled then offered her hand to him for a shake. He seemed like a rather friendly guy, just a bit tall. “My name is Takara. It's good to meet you. Were you just exploring Shibusen or having morning exercise?” Those were the only two ideas of why a student would be there as far as she guessed. But ah, waiting for a duel maybe? The school would be a good place. Edited by Takara, Jul 2 2010, 08:23 PM.
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| saranm | Jul 2 2010, 08:43 PM Post #5 |
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"It's a pleasure to meet you as well Takara" the giant of a man said, taking her hand in his firm, though not bone-crushing handshake. "My name is Alexander, feel free to call me what you will." He laughed a bit at the girls comment about the sun, it was true, it did take some getting used to, but like him, it almost always smiled. Unlike him... it's smile was a little creepy, as if it were planning a murder scheme. "Just trying to clear my head of little demons running rampant..." Alexander said, responding to her question. "What about you? Exercise? Maybe you've got something on your mind?" He then chuckled a little bit and finished with "Maybe you've even got a death wish, running up the stairs like that then?" |
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"Sad, very sad" said the reader to the writer, "One of the characters in my book died." The writer began to cry, weeping, "I know the feeling... so did mine!" Crazy is what you make it, but how do you craft crazy? Alexander Alexander is stomping on Kishin, one huge ass step at a time. | |
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| Takara | Jul 2 2010, 09:10 PM Post #6 |
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The firm grip was expected, but him not crushing her hand on accident was a bit of a surprise. He seemed like he would completely break her in half. But, again, that was because of his size. “Alexander, then. It's a nice name.” For some reason nicknames never settled too well with Takara. Maybe because it wasn't really the persons name? Not that it mattered. She didn't mind people calling her 'Taks' or any other nickname that wasn't insulting. “Oh, fun stuff. Running is really nice to clear your head. Well, I mean I think so. If I need to really think it is what I usually do.” She was curious about those little demons, but sometimes those were best locked away. “Ooh, death wish maybe. Those stairs are evil and will get you if you're not careful.” She chuckled and grinned at him before taking another drink. She'd offer him one but she didn't know how germ-conscious he was. But he didn't look like he had anything to cool down with, and being outside in the heat running could be bad. She tried to see if he was sweating or tired. “I've been in Shibusen for awhile. Have I seen you?” How could she not, if he had been there before? The man would have to duck to get through doors! Edited by Takara, Jul 2 2010, 09:11 PM.
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| saranm | Jul 2 2010, 09:27 PM Post #7 |
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"That's a funny thing, asking if you've seen me before..." Alexander gave a deep laugh at the thought. "If I stood on top of the school, they could see me from Japan!" This was something he had been told before, though it had been meant as an insult, not a joke... but Alex had still taken it lightly. He stretched his legs out in front of him, and placed his arms behind him for support as he yawned lightly, having not gotten much sleep the night before. "I'm a student," the giant said, his head turned slightly to look at her "Alexander Alexander, weapon of the academy of Meisters. You've probably seen me here and there... and I think I remember a flash of blue hair every now and again." He pulled the bandanna off of his head with one hand, and wiped a little bit of sweat away before running his fingers through his long hair. |
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"Sad, very sad" said the reader to the writer, "One of the characters in my book died." The writer began to cry, weeping, "I know the feeling... so did mine!" Crazy is what you make it, but how do you craft crazy? Alexander Alexander is stomping on Kishin, one huge ass step at a time. | |
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| Takara | Jul 3 2010, 03:58 AM Post #8 |
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Takara looked at him blankly before laughing, imagining the tall man standing on the tip of the school. “Definitely would be able to see you from anywhere in the city, I bet.” That she really believed. When he stretched his legs out she swore they were as long as she was tall, though that was an overstatement. It definitely looked like it though. Takara had probably seen his head bobbing above the crowd of students. But personally met? No. Takara realized how many people she really didn't know a lot of the student body. A weapon, then. There definitely seemed to be about an even amount in this school of weapons and meisters, as far as she could tell. But resonation was harder than simply picking a weapon that looked good. The strange name made her perk an eyebrow. Alexander Alexander? For some reason she had to feeling that no parent would actually name their child like that. But, again, she wouldn't ask. She watched him take off his bandana before glancing to her water bottle. Well, there could be stranger things someone could do. Her hand moved from its place on her crooked knee to put the water bottle in his reach. “Do you need a drink?” After she offered she realized she didn't say what she was. “I'm one of those meisters. Unfortunately unpaired, but oh well. What weapon type are you, if that isn't a rude question?” |
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| saranm | Jul 3 2010, 04:18 AM Post #9 |
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"If I haven't been spacing out too much in class..." Alexander said, his smile a little bigger now "I'm a demon tool. Spear for range, knife for closing on in." He dabbed the side of his face where he was bleeding a small amount, and stuffed his bandanna in his pocket, carefully folding it five times. "No, thank you" the tall boy said, turning down her offer of water "besides, I didn't just run up the worlds longest flight of stairs." "You to huh?" he asked, in regards to her being partnerless, "I found a couple people that matched my resonance, but none that I would want to be around as much as a Weapon and Meister are." He stood up slowly, groaning a little as his bones ached in protest after his short run, now dwarfing the girl. He reached a hand down to her, offering to help her up "Maybe we can do a bit of a test run... if your up for it" he said, his smile even larger than it was before. Edited by saranm, Jul 4 2010, 02:09 AM.
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"Sad, very sad" said the reader to the writer, "One of the characters in my book died." The writer began to cry, weeping, "I know the feeling... so did mine!" Crazy is what you make it, but how do you craft crazy? Alexander Alexander is stomping on Kishin, one huge ass step at a time. | |
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| Takara | Jul 4 2010, 08:13 PM Post #10 |
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When the weapon explained what he was, Takara blinked. A spear and a knife? She had heard of the rare types that could transform into more than one weapon. There was even one here that had a wipe arrange of weapons to help her meister with. Even if he only could turn into two weapons, it was still an impressive feat. Takara chuckled a bit when he declined and sipped her water again. It shouldn't have taken that much out of her. It was just running, wasn't it? She nodded a bit when he talked about how much weapon and meisters were around each other. It was hard to ever see a pair apart once they decided who their partner was. Sure, you could always decide not to be with your partner anymore or one of the resonances change, but otherwise they were almost joined at the hip it seemed. She accepted his hand and stood before looking up. She was amazed at how tall the man was. It just seemed so strange standing beside him. But as she looked at him she noticed why something about him seemed off. His arms looked almost too long for his body, hands by his kneecaps instead of the middle of his thighs. “Of... Course. I'd love to try. The worst that happens is I can't pick you up,” she said, still holding the hand that helped her up. |
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