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| Tweet Topic Started: May 20 2010, 09:31 AM (163 Views) | |
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May 20 2010, 09:31 AM Post #1 |
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Wish You Were Here
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“Stars Shining Bright Above You…” It was the cold city of Loguetown as he had heard about it when he was younger. He had never ventured to such an area, and had never dared dream of such a thing. He had managed to make his way to this place only thanks to the assistance of his friends, and even as he continued to make his way through the streets he could tell that without them he didn’t have much to show for himself. He had to go out of his way to eat and steal random pieces of food that were lying on the ground. He had even managed to get himself lost even with his ‘great’ directional skills. It was something that seemed to bother him to the point that he was powerless to overcome his feelings as he continued to drift endlessly through the stone ocean that was the city of Loguetown. A distant voice carried itself throughout the area, so pure and so well balanced that in the same time Hotaro couldn’t help but look up from the apple which he had been enjoying for some time and trying to figure out where it was coming from. The echo that it created seemed to carry itself onward as though trying to find a proper place in his mind. A place that could give the voice a direction, a direction that could give the voice an area, an area which carried a person. And a person who held onto a voice that was so beautiful that it could only rival the voice. As his eyes continued to bounce about the area, Hotaro couldn’t bring it upon himself to properly determine the location until he advanced further and further down the tilting buildings and twining buildings. “Night Breezes seem to whisper I love you…” The voice continued to drag through the air as Hotaro’s heavy hooves began to shift back into their original state. The line of his spine started to straighten out as his body began to stand up as it was meant to. The voices of the people in the area continued to hit against his eardrums yet at the same time he was unable to allow them to enter in and register. He had been thrown into a world that he couldn’t help but properly see as anything other than Nirvana. As the hair that covered his body at one point began to disappear and his figure transformed back into a robe covered young man with hair of crimson. The voices around him began to grow more and more intense with their tone and meaning. “Hey freak what the hell are you! And who do you think you are!?” A random man who had been standing before the building which carried the beautiful voice started to make his way towards Hotaro. A star struck Hotaro, but Hotaro all the same. Hotaro’s eyes had begun to glue themselves onto the door of the place, a rather rough looking door that didn’t seem to have any real worth or strength behind it. The man standing beside it began to move closer and closer towards Hotaro, his eyes slightly shaking with a bit of fear behind them, while at the same time they carried a sense of confusion behind them as well. As though even though he had asked the young man the question, he wasn’t looking forward to the answer all too much. “Birds singing in the sycamore tree” Hotaro’s eyes couldn’t help but sharply cut themselves towards the man who had been working the doorway. Unable to even shift from his normal scrowel which had formed over his brow. He simply began to look into the eyes of the man who had been speaking to him moments before. He was wearing his normal face in its simplistic state, a state which seemed to carry a piece of fury behind it in everything that he had done. Almost as though he was angry with the world as a whole for some unspoken reason that no one could fully understand. However, to him it was nothing more than his face, his simplistic and normal everyday face. “Did you say something?” His tone seemed rather distant, as though he wasn’t attached to anything that was being spoken or even for the moment in time that he was standing in. In truth, he really wasn’t. To be perfectly honest, he had forgotten where he was as his heart continued to beat as he advanced towards the building which had the label of the term “Pub” over it. He didn’t even seem to notice that the man standing before him was someone who was designed to stop trouble makers from entering the bar and bringing hell down on the place. However, none of that mattered to Hotaro, and after several moments of looking into the eyes of the mapmaker the man who had been at the door clearly didn’t have much attachment towards knowing anything of the sorts. He quickly began to turn his back towards the young man directly before returning back to his proper spot elsewhere. He only opened his mouth to speak towards Hotaro once before washing his memory of the young man. “You cause any trouble while in there and I’ll call the Marines so fast it’ll make your head spin boy.” His words simply drifted through Hotaro’s mind as he placed his hand against the doorway and entered into the building. “Dream a little dream of me…” The doors began to make themselves opened to the young man as he pressed a single hand against them. The voice had become much more vivid and clear as he entered into the area with an expression that was lost and confused. As he began to make his way into the building he didn’t even have time to absorb the setting itself as he made his way into the area. The room was lit using candles only, a single stage made of fairly simplistic wood helped build the stage. Around the rather simplistic arc which created the stage stood ring of candles which were each giving off calm and settling green flame. Their scent similar to a crisp and beautiful mint, while their flames were vivid and calming in their own right. Beside it rested a beautiful dark green colored piano. A piano which continued to play its smooth and beautiful tone to assist the woman who had been singing in the center of the stage for some time. A bartender stood to the side of the room cleaning out a clear mug as though trying to listen to the singer in the center of the stage, while at the same time trying to tend to his works. His belly was oversized, almost as though he was too small to be considered large, yet at the same time carried some jolly aspects of his appearance. He was balding over the top of his head, but he simply seemed to keep the area empty and clear rather than wearing it over his head as he had seen so many other men do in his lifetime. His grin was warm and inviting as he signaled to Hotaro with a slight nod of the head aimed in his general direction. The tables which made up the room’s center were made of poor wood and were bolted onto the ground. The few people who had been in the area seemed to be drawn off into their own little worlds. Some talking to their lovers and friends with a gay tone about them, while others seemed to nod their heads in combination with the words which had been dancing throughout the area. None seemed to notice or bother to acknowledge Hotaro’s entrance other then the bartender himself, and even he quickly went back to his work. “Say Nighty Night and Kiss me” Hotaro’s eyes found themselves meeting the image that everyone in the room had been tuning their ears onto. The image of a woman carrying brown curls on the ends of her hair. The curls seemed so full and developed that they turned into waves at some point, as her soft brown hair seemed to dance in the nonexistent wind of the area. As though the atmosphere itself gave off a life that only she was effected by. The hair reached down past her shoulders, yet had been tied behind her so not to get in her face or fall over her chest while in the midst of her performance. Her cheeks and neck were thick, as though carrying an extra amount of weight over her simplistic face. She carried a look about her that would have been more reserved for a housewife or someone’s older mother who knew only how to cook and clean. And with the added amount of weight around her face, it seemed as though she was aging at a much faster rate than anyone could really tell. Her eyes had been dressed in a beautiful blue shade, while the crimson blush against her cheeks seemed to bring everything to life. In her thick hand rested a stand in the midst of the random planks on the floor. It carried a cord which was attached onto the back of a rather simplistic looking Den Den Mushi. A create which had been fitted with a black and white tiny tuxedo for the occasion of the night, and moved his lips in a combined effort and pitch similar to females. His shell was colored an alternating color of black and white, and he continued to rock back and forth as though feeling the rhythm of the area just as much as everyone else had been. His voice carried hers throughout the area as he rested on the ground rocking back and forth trying to keep up with her pitch and overall tone. While she simply sat on the stage, layered in a beautiful garment which carried yellow and red alternating patterns all over it. It was a strapless dress which only seemed to carry the constant pattern of crimson and yellow swirls over it. While a veil of thin pink rested over her shoulders while she continued to sing. Her voice never once resting or giving in to the stress and fear of having numerous men and women looking onto her with mixed emotions. “Just hold me tight and tell me you miss me…” The voice carried on into another verse as Hotaro began to make his way out of the doorway slowly motioning over towards the bar which seemed to have plenty of open seats at it. Unsure as to what he should do with himself, Hotaro simply began to situate himself at the first open seat he could find before resting his hands onto the board which carried what seemed like endless markings onto it, and an almost equally impressive number of glass mugs as well. His eyes continued to attach themselves onto the figure of the woman who seemed so deep into her own singing that she didn’t notice the image of the red haired young man who had made his way into the area. Yet as Hotaro continued to listen to her he felt a slight warmth washing over him, a sense of unrest in his stomach as he quickly turned himself towards the bartender who was now standing before him, washing out another mug directly in front of him. He simply raised the glass while raising an eyebrow at the same time, as though offering the young man a drink. It was true that Hotaro looked young for his age, however he knew all too well that he shouldn’t drink until he was at least eighteen and willing to understand the effects of it better. With a slight nod towards the man who had been washing out the mug, he lowered his head down towards the table while he sat on the stool which was bolted onto the ground. Trying to think of exactly what it was that he had come here for, or what it was that he was out to understand or obtain by following the voice to this area. “While I’m alone and blue as can be, Dream a little dream of me…” |
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