a walking calamity

Mei Misaki. Accused cause of the curse on Yomiyama grade three class three. Witness to the slaughter of her classmates. A doll who yearns to be filled. The only person who knew who the dead one was. A walking calamity with a soul only one half full.

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ooc; i just wanted to say that i've been making a new oc lately and im really excited! i think i plan on rping her.

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Christmas Giveaway [Small Open]

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Usagi’s welcoming smile widened in hopes it would alleviate some of the girl’s obvious unease about the situation. She wiggled slightly in excitement, curious as to what number would be drawn. Now that she’d had one winner previous, the blonde had an idea of what some of the prizes could be which only served to further fueled her curiosity. The dark-haired woman leaned back and unfolded the small piece of paper she’s selected, red eyes roaming over it. She then announced the number and Usagi let out a happy yelp.

"Number six it is then! Let us take a look and see what you’ve won!" She reached out to pick up the sheet with all of the prizes listed and ran her finger down the page. "Let’s see, prize number six is…" A slight pause and then a burst of joyous laughter. This side job was proving to be more exciting than she’d originally expected. It was a lot of fun greeting people and seeing their faces when she announced their prizes. "Congratulations~! You’ve won a $50 gift card to the Hollow Blue Eyes shop. In case you don’t know what that is, it’s a special shop here in Bunkyo well-known for carrying some of the most gorgeous dolls! I’d recommend at least checking it out if nothing else." Slender fingers took the piece of paper from the dark-eyed lady and tossed it into the trash. Usagi turned around to dig for the winning present, located it and then faced forward once more to hand it to the winner. “Here is your prizes! There is one catch though…”

Her tone trailed off and she kept silent for a few moments, building up suspense…. then she laughed. “I’m kidding! All you have to do is make sure you have a great holiday and spread cheer as much as you can!” She gasped, remembering something else and then smiled again. “And you could stop by the Sweet Stop sometime. I like visitors and we have delicious ice cream!” Usagi held out her hand then. “My name’s Usagi, I hope we meet again soon and I wish you the merriest of holidays!”

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Mei didn't know what to expect. This did not come from a lack of imagination, but more so from an absence of wondering. She didn't want to be put down with the gift she received, she wanted to not rate it on a scale from great to terrible. That was rude in Mei's mind, and she planned on being anything other than that. There were so many reasons to be grateful, so many reasons to smile. This was remotely eminent in her expression. Her eyes were glazed with eagerness, her lips slightly parted. Even before receiving the gift, she was gracious. Whatever the gift may be, there was no doubt that she would savor it.

"Congratulations~! You’ve won a $50 gift card to the Hollow Blue Eyes shop. In case you don’t know what that is, it’s a special shop here in Bunkyo well-known for carrying some of the most gorgeous dolls! I’d recommend at least checking it out if nothing else."

"Huh?" Mei said, though it was barely audible. It took her a few moments to register what she had won. It was a bit peculiar, if not ironic, that she would receive something that already belonged to her. She plucked the small present with both hands from the woman, looking at it. When did Kirika manufacture these? And why would she keep it a secret from Mei? Kirika would never assume that Mei knew of them. It didn't fit together quite right, but Mei only paid attention to that notion for a few moments. She came back to her senses right as the woman spoke her name, Usagi. Rabbit? "My name is Mei," She stated, after the woman finished. Once she noticed her extended hand, she shook it and swept away the idea of formerly bowing. "Um," Mei gulped. She held out the card again with two hands. "If you think I should keep it, I will... But I think you should have it." Mei wasn't sure of how to convince her. "Maybe a swap? I'll go to the Sweet Stop, and you can go to this doll shop... I have a feeling they'll give you a discount."

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(ToD) Tohru comes walking into the room where the girl stood. She stood there for a few minutes noticed. As the girl in front of turned, she ran up and placed a strong kiss on the girls lips. After she pulled away she had a flustered and freaked look on her face.

Mei had an inkling that someone had appeared behind her. It was an unmistakable feeling, a notion that she knew was faultless. A feeling of unease did not pass over her, however, a sense of curiosity had. So she turned and only caught a brief observation of the person, for the next few seconds she had been caught in a kiss. It was on the lips and forceful to say the least, but besides that, it lacked the potency of a kiss. It wasn’t the type of kiss that was generous with compassion, it wasn’t what Mei thought kissing was at all. It also ended as quickly as it began, and so her judgement was clouded by its short length. As the girl pulled away, Mei could feel the rush of blood that ran through her cheeks. She touched them, and looked at the girl. Was…Was that my first kiss? Mei gulped, and the flustered expression on the girl’s face didn’t help either.

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What's Mei's secret fantasy B)? (ToD)

Mei's eyes averted to her sister, sweaty and skimpily dressed, as she huffed out deep breaths. Her movements were over exaggerated, and as if she was iffy about the situation they found their selves, fumbled with Mei's hand. It wasn't a rare thing that Mei and her twin sister, Misaki, shared intimate moments. Particularly ones that involved physical contact, sometimes so physical they ended up fighting on the bed. Literally, fighting to see who was the strongest---to prove that the oldest would always be the tougher, ultimately dominate child of the family. Of course, this was a very different situation. They weren't even close to fighting. This was a more personal moment, one that was not rambunctious and quick paced. It was....

....Not even on a bed. "Come on Mei, we're almost there!" Yelled her sister, who was a few paces ahead and steadily keeping a faster stride. Their hands eventually unlatched, as Mei grew tired so earlier than her sister had and wasn't even jogging anymore. "Meiiii! Come on! You're such a slowpoke!" Misaki said without looking to see how far back Mei had become. "Misaki, you're just running faster than me! Wait.." Mei tried to reason, however, Misaki's voice made a sharp cut in her sentence. "Slooow-pokee!" This time she turned around, and over her shoulder, made a silly face at her twin sister. Mei took partial offense to this. "Hey, wait up!" Mei said, while boosting her speed to its maximum capacity. "We're here!" Misaki said, throwing her arms up in the air, then around Mei's shoulders. "What is this?" Mei said under her breath. A large building she had never been to stood in front of them. Then, as she looked up, she got her answer.

ALL YOU CAN GRAB CANDY SALE STARTING AT 500¥

[aurieum]

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Racing And New Acquaintances

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"Ato came in first!"

Touji grinned at the crowd of people as they cheered, giving those who offered him a high-five. Win or lose, it didn’t really bother him that much. He turned to face his competitor, mouth open to say something… only to find she wasn’t there. He spotted her making her way to the water fountains, already rather far from the crowds. It was only then that he realized that he was really very thirsty, and he probably needed a drink as well.

He jogged, catching up to Mei just as she reached the fountains. “Hey,” he greeted. “That was a great race back there.” He smiled at her. 

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Mei anticipated that a conversation would impend, and although most of her predictions were usually quite off, this one was not. The boy she had raced did in fact approach her. She did not care for him, but she was never one to dismiss those for being friendly. She was also not in charge of who would be allowed to visit the water fountains and who wasn't. So, quietly, she let the boy advance toward her, even if it meant a delay in drinking some very-needed water.

“Hey,” he greeted. “That was a great race back there.”

"Is that so?" Mei said. They obviously did not see eye to eye in that aspect, and when the boy, Touji, smiled at her as if he was correct---it reminded her of someone. Teshigawara? It had been a long time since she thought of the boy who was bad at jokes and could earn a degree in teasing. But of course, her past life was not a phantom. It was very much real and came with bonds. Important bonds, and it was conceivable that Mei would have to begin forming some new ones.

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A Lack Of Senses

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                    {☠} — The predator has become the prey in a matter of seconds. A vexatious expression spread across his habitually aloof one, dead-like fish eyes diverting from the Twilights to lone pathways, hastily making a run for it. Not the least daunted, but needed to get elsewhere— somewhere where the eyes of civilians wouldn’t be able to reach, so there wouldn’t be much commotion. Also, to avoid getting caught— and arrested. His pal, Worick, wouldn’t be happy with the news. Nor he.

'Need to finish this job real quick before it gets…. messy.'

          Luckily, his client already sent his personal clean-up crew.

                      Sometimes Nicolas went overboard when ‘taking care’ of Twilights.

          Footsteps thundering, resounding off the walls of the narrow, lone alleyways, the group of Twilights on his to-kill list followed him blindly, not even realizing they were pretty much marching into their own graves. Didn’t matter. This would make it easier— and quicker. They wouldn’t be much trouble at all. After all, they were low-ranking Twilights, nothing he could handle. Hell, he didn’t even need to use his sword on them— it would be a waste. For them, he would take care of them with his bare, large hands.

"Heh."

                     Pivoting on his heel, muscular frame twisting around, facing his targets, a feral grin carved on his lips, large, calloused hands gripping on his dog-tags. Aloof, dead-fish eyes altering into eyes of a predator locked-on his prey— or rather preys, another dark chuckle parted his lips, now fully displaying the markings that were engraved on his dog-tags. It was his rank and information— surely, they would be extremely intimidated— daunted even.

          And just like that, their frames completely froze, expressions fell, some even had the gall to throw insults.

"What the fuck is wrong with you guys?! He….He’s just bluffing! T—That ain’t real! Come on! There’s a bunch of us and only one of him. We can take care of this guy! Get it together!"

                     Where he lacked in hearing, Nicolas definitely made with his eyes. And so, a dark, ominous chuckle parted from him, feral grin still in place. Honestly, it was slightly difficult to read the Twilight’s lips, especially when he was flapping his mouth rather quickly. But he still managed to catch each word.

          Alright, time to take care of them.

                     Large hand rummaging through one of his pockets, retracting his hand once locating a small bottle filled with Uppers, using his thumb, he easily opened it, swallowing a small portion of uppers.

          Feeling a surge of energy flow throughout his entire fiber and being, noticing the low-ranking Twilights coming to their senses after the little speech of encouragement, Nicolas quickly plunged towards them, frame moving on it’s own— due to his monster-like instincts, avoiding blows aimed towards him. Grunting, large hands balled up into fists, assaulting them with a number of punches, cracking their ribs, jaws, anything in the process. One of them managed to pluck out a concealed butterfly knife, astonishing Nicolas as he felt a warm liquid cascading down his cheek, absentmindedly bringing a slender digit to run over the warm liquid, smearing his cheek in the process.

                     It was blood.

          His blood.

"Heh. Time to do you all in. No more games.”

          The words fell from Nicolas lips, thick with malevolence, promising words of their end.

                     Removing his sword from it’s scabbard, blade whining as it escaped the sheath, with a single swipe from a flick of his wrist, Nicolas decapitated the Twilight who managed to not freeze in place with such precision, crimson liquid splattered on Nicolas’s visage. A smirk graced his lips at the feeling, on the verge of mockingly laughing at the poor souls who crossed him today. Didn’t help their situation when he was taking on a job that meant their death in the end.

          A dull thud fell on the ears of the other Twilights, the head rolled, finally bumping into his boot, sparing a single glance down before shifting his fixation on the other Twilights, their faces pale, remaining petrified in place, aghast at the sight of a Twilight— a high-ranking one at that, as they were welcoming their imminent death. And just like that, their heads or limbs, weren’t attached to their body no more. Some bleed to death, some let out a blood-curling scream, but Nicolas managed to silence him with his boot.

                     But then, there was one left.

          A B/0 level Twilight.

                     Swallowing a couple more Uppers, growing close to overdosing as usual, Nicolas shoved the almost empty bottle into his pocket. Extending out a hand, a malicious smirk falling on his lips, he motioned for him to come at him, flexing his fingers back and forth.

"Looks like you finished up these guys real quick, man. Didn’t think I’d run into someone who’s a rank A level. How much of a power gap is there? Looks like I’ll find out. Don’t think I’ll be going down easily."

          Blatantly disregarding the man’s words, perturbing the man in the process at his insolence, Nicolas lunged at the single remaining Twilight, clashing swords, mixing in a couple of kicks and punches for a while. But then the Twilight suddenly turned towards the entrance of the alleyway, using this opportunity to finish the job quickly, the blade cleanly ran through the man’s neck, head flying somewhere near the pile of bodies near the trash bins. He took a little too long with the job. At least he was done now. He was right— it did get messy. If not for the pile of bodies with missing limbs and heads, the blood-drenched snow made it more messier. Seems like the clean-up crew wouldn’t be too happy about this. 

                     But what distracted the man in the middle of their fight? Facing the entrance of the alleyway, there stood a petite female, impassively staring at him— maybe even watched what he had been doing since the very beginning.

'Fuck.'

          No wonder the guy was distracting, a civilian, a girl had been watching. But he couldn’t do anything to a normal. He would have to keep an eye on her, just in case she decided to squeal. Rubbing the back of his neck, slightly vexed at the turn of events, he trudged towards her, cleaning his blade before returning it to it’s scabbard. Looming over her petite frame, uncertainty and vexation written all over his habitually aloof features, he attempted to sign— but decided to speak, just to make sure of something. Which he probably knew the answer of.

"Did you see?"

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Mei had never grown accustomed to violence, nor death, despite the fact that neither of those things were particular strangers to her. Neither cowered in fear when she arrived, and never would they dissipate from her life for as she could see with both of her eyes. One saw violence and one would always see death. This did not sit well with Mei in the beginning, but further on, she complied. She accepted death in its various facades and although violence was not something she agreed with, she understood that there is sometimes a deep root to it. Violence was not always mindless. It was based on morals, on what someone believed was true. Good people could do very bad things, she knew this firsthand.

However, trying to grasp an understanding of something did not mean you were used to it. Mei was one to prove this. There were no thoughts that ran through her head as she watched the two men fight, there was only the feeling of her spine crawling with shivers, and her body growing cold. Her knees buckled slightly, but she knew that no force on Earth would make her collapse. Being still was a defense mechanism etched into the origin of every animal and she wasn't one to go against nature. She wasn't even one to graze outside the fences of mediocrity. A lump formed in her throat once the men began to talk. She couldn't quite register what they were saying, and it didn't seem to matter, since the one-sided conversation was very short lived and induced more violence. Another fight broke out. It was oddly paced and brutal. She didn't expect swords to make an appearance, either, but there they were. And one of the blades was sharp enough to cut through bone. One of the men demonstrated this by inflicting a quick execution in its most savage form; decapitation.

Slowly, Mei's hands were brought up to her eyes, and although one was thoroughly covered by an eye patch, she laid her hand on it to mask any sight. She hid her face in her hands, wishing that curiosity wasn't a feeling that she had possessed so strongly, forcing herself to believe that the man with the sword was a good person who did very bad things. He had to be a good person who did very bad things. Her body began to retch with the thought of him not turning out to be that sort, and without knowledge of it happening, her fingers curled into fists. Little fists that had clenched down on her cheeks and were trying to take away from the fact that she had just witnessed multiple murders all over again. Murder. She had always tried not to wonder why she hadn't been murdered instead of her sister, she had always wished that her thoughts weren't so wretched when it came to the notion that she was alive. Why hadn't she perished when all of her classmates, and most importantly, her sister, had? Maybe the universe knew that was what she wanted and for some explicable reason denied her of it. She would only be allowed to witness it.

Not much time had passed before she realized that her eyes were open and her body was no longer heaving. She watched as snow accumulated on her shoes and briefly patted the top of her head to feel for any snow that may be resting on it. None had gathered, nor had the cold bit through her dense coat, yet she felt chilled to the bone. Consciously, she kept her eyes down as crunching began to infiltrate the silence. The man was growing closer. Mei decided that giving him the light of day would be moderately respectful, and although fear was heavily woven into her current emotions, she still had a grasp of her actions. Like most, she also held onto her integrity. The man was a killer, she didn't owe him anything other than a curt glance.

"Did you see?"

There was no purpose in killing an innocent civilian. It was illogical and generally unfeasible to those who weren't trained to do so. It was reckless, although the man had made it explicit that he was not afraid to behave in such a manner, he had also very effectively proven through his grotesque fighting that he was not one to play around, either. But that did not mean he was going to kill an innocent kid for watching. Mei forced herself to believe this, and so, stayed calm as she answered with a slow but sharp nod. "Yes. Does that mean something to you?" She said. Her head was kept lowered, however, she did not draw backwards.

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ooc; oh my gosh there are so many cool muses rolling in!!

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☻ - Favorite Blog I follow/Rp with

Oh my gosh that is so tough. Overall, I would say that rouabakemono is a very cool muse/blog, and since I'm a particularly lazy reader I find the threads to be a lot of fun to read. I also think that tsukiakari-hime, crystallisguardian, and ikibai are talented and worthwhile.

◘ - Random Fact about Mun

Two Door Cinema Club is my favorite band. I've seen them live and seriously have never loved a group so much. They are just so so so important to me.

• - Random Fact about Muse

Mei is a little bit taller than her sister Misaki.

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↕ ≡ ∞

↕ - State/Country you’re from

Answered

≡ - Most recent game played.

I don't play video games except for on my nintendo, so the last thing I played was Animal Crossing: New Leaf.

∞ - How did you get into Tumblr?

Answered

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↕ ∞ ◘

↕ - State/Country you’re from

I reside in the extremely hot, disgustingly humid, Florida! I hope everyone sure is thankful for their cold weather because ours only lasted for two days and now we’re back to all around summer weather.

∞ - How did you get into Tumblr?

I’ll apply this to roleplaying since I don’t have much memory of how I got into tumblr in general. I began in an entirely different group and rped as Saki Mikajima for about four months. Once I was done with that, I picked up Mei about two years ago and began rping in AURP. I’ve been rping in AURP for about two years on and off, and recently joined so that I could rp Mei again. ^^

◘ - Random Fact about Mun

Like Mei, I am a twin, although not quite as identical.

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>>Initiate Mun Monday

Send me a symbol and I’ll respond accordingly;;

♫ - Show your face ♣ - Sexuality ♦ - Relationship Status ↕ - State/Country you’re from φ - Post your Tumblr Crushes ≡ - Most recent game played. ∞ - How did you get into Tumblr? Ω - Got any Tumblr “Senpai’s” and if so who? ♥ - Top Celebrity crush ☻ - Favorite Blog I follow/Rp with ◘ - Random Fact about Mun • - Random Fact about Muse ► - Asker gives a question

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Christmas Giveaway [Small Open]

Usagi stood outside of the mall, dressed in a cute female santa suit. To her right was a small table with bowl filled with various small pieces of paper. In her hands were flyers that read “Sweet Stop Christmas Giveaway”. 

Catching someone walking by she held out a hand to get their attention, showing them a radiant smile when they turned to face her. “Merry Christmas!” she greeted jovially. “Would you like to participate in the holiday giveaway?” The blonde motioned to the table. Just reach your hand in there and pull out a piece of paper — just one! I will tell you what you won depending on what number you drew.”

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Unlike her twin sister, Mei wasn't much of a shopper. She'd rather make gifts than buy them, and when it came to dresses with enormous amounts of frills and bows for her hair, she left those items to be bought by her sister. However, there was one exception that made the thirty minute journey from her dorm bearable. Candy. She heard word of a spectacular candy shop in the mall. One with all types of candy, from gumdrops to chocolate to konpeito. Mei knew that she would be a fool to pass up such an opportunity, and since her aunt had given her money for "Christmas shopping" she would be able to go all out. She walked toward the entrance with a mindset of getting in and getting out while also simultaneously avoiding the long lines of people who were Christmas shopping. That was when someone caught her attention.

"Would you like to participate in the holiday giveaway?"

She stood and listened to the woman, and once she was finished, Mei had slightly lifted up her hand. "Oh, uh    " Mei said as she peered into the bowl that held folded pieces of paper. With a bit of hesitation, she reached into the bowl and felt the papers on her fingers. She plucked one out afters moments of ruffling through them. Mei then unfolded it and read the number. "Six."

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ρσя¢єℓαιи ☁ Mei

Night had fallen upon Bunkyo silently, without warning. Orihime hadn’t noticed as the minutes slowly ticked by until the evening had advanced considerably. Her oba-san had requested an opportunity to have dinner out today, and she had been more than willing to comply. It was nice to be able to take her great-aunt into the city and enjoy some quality time together outside of her apartment. She’d been a little taken aback by the location that her oba-san had chosen (a quaint little place called ‘7th Heaven Bar and Restaurant’), but she had immediately fallen in love with the warm interior. While it was a little rowdier than she’d expected, she hadn’t minded much, and it had amused her oba-san,which was really the whole point. 

"Ahhh ~! It’s so lovely out tonight! Perhaps I’ll walk home…," Orihime thought aloud, clasping her hands behind her back and pursing her lips as she considered the option before nodding firmly. 

Yes, it was simply too beautiful this evening to confine herself to any form of transportation that would keep her locked up inside, the gentle breeze from caressing her face lovingly. Besides, a little exercise never hurt anyone! Orihime began to walk back slowly in the direction of the campus, taking her time to observe Bunkyo from a new lens. ‘Twilight looked good on the city,’ was her rather fanciful thought. Wandering almost dreamily through the various streets, she stopped suddenly and backed up a few steps.  ’Had this always been here…?' 

"A doll shop…?" The surprised tone accompanied eyes that widened in delight and awe. Although the front was a bit understated and the aura surrounding the place was nothing less than creepy, Orihime was intrigued. She hovered hesitantly outside the large front window, peering in with a growing sense of anticipation, wondering if the shop was even still open and, if so, would she dare to enter?

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Mei was a novice when it came to doll making. She was fine with this and did not desire a skill for the making of something so empty, something so all-consuming that had stole her aunt's soul away. No, she did not wish to be like her aunt Kirika, who had become so devoted to creating dolls that all she ever did was lock herself upstairs in a tiny studio. She was always far away from the outside world and away from Mei. Yes, even Mei, who she treated as a mere doll on a back shelf or in a cupboard. Mei had never tried to understand just why she had been given away only to be treated as if she didn't exist. She would also never understand why Kirika had been so engrossed by the art she made. Perhaps it was a curse, since those seemed to run in the family.

Regardless of Mei's ability to create dolls, she was the manager of a doll shop, or "museum" as Kirika liked to say. It was an impeccable duplicate of the one that resided in Yomiyama. However, it was safe to say that in a town filled with candy shops and creatively-named cafes, that Bunkyo was not a suitable place for the type of business Mei was catering to. Still, this did not stop Kirika's decision. So Mei sat at a counter scribbling out the tallies she had made after counting all the dolls she had put in the back room. There was only forty left, and unsurprisingly, Mei decided that today was not the day to do them. Or tomorrow, or the day after that, maybe when the next weekend rolled around the corner. She had scribbled out her last tally when she noticed that someone, a girl, was peering through the window.

Without any other distractions, Mei watched the girl for a few moments. She had to be a bit older, although age did not seem to weigh down on her curiosity. There was nothing other for Mei to do than watch, watch until an inkling hit her. Was the sign put out today? The very sign that announced if the doll shop was open or not? A distinct memory would have situated in her mind if she had, but in fact, nothing of that sort did. She did not remember putting out the thin, square piece of wood with a hasty "OPEN" written on it. Her eyes wandered over to the wall, a piece of wood laid against it.

She stood up, took the sign in both of her hands, and sighed as she headed towards the door. One hand was used to twist the handle and she softly opened the door, whether or not the girl was looking, Mei did not care. Her head was kept lowered as she walked over to the window and bent down to lay the sign against the wall. After this deed was done she entered the doll shop. A chime of bells echoed throughout the shop as she slipped back into it.

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Racing And New Acquaintances

[bandana-hanyou-blog]

A cacophony of shouts and hollers filled the air as the first race came to an end. The winning male- Takumi, from what he heard- walked, back to his friends, a proud grin on his face and hand raised to high five the friends who cheered him on. Though he didn’t know the other, Touji joined in the cheering, flashing a thumbs up at the other as he walked past. There were no strangers in sports, after all; it was one of the reasons he enjoyed it. It was funny how much games could bring people together. 

"Ato!" Looking up as his name was called, Touji realized that it was his turn to join in the races. His lips lifted into a grin and he walked towards the starting line, standing behind it. "Misaki!" Looking to the side, he saw a girl step through the small crowd, and place her feet just soit overlapped the starting line. Touji raised an eyebrow; was that allowed? Well, since the referee wasn’t calling it, he supposed so. Shrugging his shoulders slightly, he stepped forward and aligned his feet with hers. Briefly, he saw Misaki turn her head and glance at him. He flashed her a grin before looking forward. Just a while more, and…

Bang!

Touji immediately took off running, not looking to see where Misaki was. He only concentrated on getting to the finish line as fast as he could, though to be honest, he might have been holding himself back just a little. As he reached the finish line, he wiped the sweat off his brow and looked to the referee, waiting for the verdict on who won.

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Bang!

Mei was off once her ears had registered the noise. She paid no attention to the boy she was assigned to race, nor those who surrounded the track. They were irrelevant, and although winning was not particularly an ambition of hers, she ran as fast as she possibly could. Which, when it came down to it, would most likely not be fast enough to win. It wouldn't be fast enough to even place third or fourth, if it had been a race with more players. But a matter such as that never held much authority in her mind. Trying was good enough, hell, showing up was relatively sufficient in her book. So as the race rounded to an end and she finally looked up, Mei wasn't disappointed to see that the boy was ahead by a few paces.

She slowed down after crossing the finish line, but did not stay to listen for the coach to announce who had won. Mei didn't care to know, and besides, it was evident that the boy would win, if not completely obvious. She started for the water fountains without a second glance or thought. Breathing heavily, she straightened her posture. "Ato came in first!" The coach yelled. At her distance she heard no one cheer or holler, though it was most likely implied. Even those who didn't win by much got a round of applause, even those who didn't deserve it would.

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Racing And New Acquaintances

A shot rang in the air, announcing that a new race had begun. Mei stood behind a small group of first years who jolted as if they were not yet accustomed to the sound of the bullet whizzing out of its barrel. However, she did not notice this because she was consumed in the dash. She was also slightly curious of who would win even if it had no effect on her. A new found appreciation of sports was beginning to form. How, and why did these people feel the need to become physically involved, especially when it involved a painful aftermath? She had no clue, and she also had the vaguest idea of why people took winning so seriously.  Of course, Mei had never been a competitive person, but that didn't seem to be the reason for her misunderstanding.

The race came to an end. She couldn't quite decipher who had won from her distance, but from the hollers of a few boys over she concluded that his name was Takumi, which didn't ring a bell. "Misaki!" Mei heard, and without a second thought, shuffled through the small cluster of people. It was her turn to race against someone she did not know, but this didn't worry her. She hadn't shown up to be the best, or even graze mediocrity, she was there because there was no reason to skip it. The tips of her dull athletic shoes overlapped the starting line. But just barely, she didn't think it would be considered cheating. To make sure that she was standing correctly, she glanced over at her opponent. A male, thanks to coed PE. His shoes were aligned exactly as her's were. Now all she had to do was wait for the shot.