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"I'm not your teenage dream queen. This is '500 Days of Summer.' Stop romanticizing me into something I'm not." INDIE OC RP BLOG

[cheferd-blog]

"…What?"

What had compelled her to say that?  She sounded as though she was hateful and spiteful of humans and butterflies.  It was a bit unnerving and it made him hesitant of telling her his name.  Also, why was she talking about this with a sucker in her mouth?  Is it not rude to talk to someone while you are talking?

Which brought him to the question of where he was.  Seriously, you get lost in some gardening book and you end up in front of a butterfly insulting woman(? girl?).  He supposed he shouldn’t have been reading it in the first place, but the book had just been too interesting for him.

[papilo-alae]

          "Ah, never mind, then. Pointless to have me repeat myself. Read that somewhere, in a pamphlet, I think? Mm, no, I forget." She pauses, brushing back the hair that blows in her face. Obviously taken aback by her words, she acquiesces her approach. Momoka's hands slide into her pockets, rocking back and forth on her heels.

          "Butterflies aren't your thing?" Azure optics scan downward. "Gardening? I dabbled in that for a little while, before taking up yoga. It was relaxing, but I grew a little too tired in the sun. Probably didn't drink enough water-I'm rambling, aren't I? Sorry, sorry. You need to stop me when I do that. Mind runs a million miles per minute." Her right hand extends forward, open-faced. The right hand, they say, is the pure hand, the one which doesn't bring luck. "Momoka, Momoka Chou."

[secretotaku]

[piantogrande-archived-blog]

                            He tried not to shake so much, and hence placing both hands atop of his head as if the simple gesture alone could make him stop his tremor. But he paused, pondering to himself and the weird statement she’d let out. Timmy was of course confused with what being said but attention was focused on having to choose between glazed and, or powdered donuts. “Uhh —- ” Which obviously was a very hard decision” Can I —— Can’t I have both?”

[papilo-alae]

         A simper grew on decorticating lips, alabaster hands clapping together to embrace one another. "Congratulations! To be quite honest, it was a trick question. I don't care either way." Severing the hold of her own palms, she raises on her toes as high as she can, just able to peel his hands away from the top of his head. "You look like you're ready to take off into the sky, like one of those toy rockets kid used to get as gifts before they were deemed 'unsafe.' Come on, I know a place a couple blocks down."

[literaryclubpresident]

"I don’t think I have seen you around here before, I’m Mitsuki Nase, Literary club president. And what might your name be?"

[papilo-alae]

          "That's what they all say."

          "Literary club president, huh? Interesting. I'm Momoka Chou, though if that's difficult you can call me whatever you please, Prez. Except 'The Choumeister.' That kid didn't last very long, from what I can remember."

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⊰♔⊱          →  Recent events have caused Harley to look back into his past, the melancholy feeling of nostalgia reverberating around in his mind once more. He wonders how his brother is doing; how his mother is faring; if his father found his way back home. He has so many questions to ask them, but not enough time, even though Harley himself has all the time in the world. Immortality. What a stupid desire — why didn’t he realize that he’d have to spend it alone?                                  Now, Harley is not normally this depressed. It’s just that damn photo on his phone that brought all these buried feelings back up to the surface. In fact, he’s still looking at his brother’s frown, dressed in his school uniform and him in regular street clothes. What’s more, he’s so engrossed with the digitized memory that he doesn’t notice the person heading straight for him — one who he eventually bumps into head on, smacking his forehead against the other and nearly dropping the device he held dear.                                   “Ow——shit! Fuck— this is, like, the sixth time this has happened this week!” Cursing, he really has to be less clumsy. This was getting ridiculous.

[papilo-alae]

          Momoka really despises days like this.

          Where the sky is overcast just so, ideal to ruin a family picnic or a father-son fishing trip. Where the butterflies hide in their hovels of leaves, protecting themselves from the oncoming storm. It's ideal, however, for letting yourself wait for the impending rain drops, clear, plastic umbrella hanging above your head like a cross.

          It's feckless, she thinks, to care so much about what may happen if the atmosphere does damn this Earth to a downpour, washing away the planet of it's sins. It allows the grass to grow over the footprints imprinted into them. Some people call it a fixture of the "carbon footprint," but it's naive to think of it that way. No one is going to listen. Though stuffy, tight-assed business men refuse to think they are anything but God, they are rebels against the earth in their tiny suburban's, idling in traffic jams to wait until the light turns green, waiting for her to cross the street.

        They glare at her from inside these boxes, constantly checking their dashboards. The time, she's sure. Head turning back in front of her, there's a man approaching. She refuses to assume, stupidly, that he won't move out of the way, too distracted by the phone in his hand.

          She lets the umbrella in her grasp fly backward as she sets it flying into the air, landed some odd feet away. "Dammit!" 

        Rubbing her forehead, an incredulous laugh escapes her lips.

             "Jeez, you're hard-headed."

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[papilo-alae]

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"You venture out here often?"

          The skyline is dotted with lights, winking in and out of vision in the bleary night. School uniform of a third year still adorned, her shoes dangle from her toes. Arms braced over the edge of a railing the girl sits, staring into the void of the ocean below. Sleep forms in the corner of her eyes, a yawn forming on her chapped lips.

          "If not, you should."

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[papilo-alae]

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"Did you know that butterflies drink from mud puddles? There's actually a name for it: mud-puddling. We see butterflies as these beautiful specters of nature, void of any filth, but they can be just as disgusting as humans are. Kind of interesting to think about, I guess." Pulling the sucker from her lips, Momoka tilts her head so her neck cranes to the side, speculative. Sliding it back through tacky lips, she grins around the candy. "Who're you?"

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"I had it enough with everything.." Shizuka mumbled as she hugged her feet. She has lost everything. Her parents doesn’t want her, and she doesn’t have many friends to count on she only has her cousin. But then…

"I wanted to have a normal life, is it too much to ask?"

[papilo-alae]

Airy digits of milky white stretch outward, white noise filling the cavities of her ears. Delanie can sense it coursing through her veins: remorse. The hand, feather light, places itself on the shoulder of the girl. Silent and warm. Comforting. 

She cannot speak, but only hope it's enough, opens her arms to collect the trembling girl, press her head to her bosom and shows her calmness. Normal is fine, she thinks, but unfulfilling. To struggle for happiness is the true treasure. A song that only a creature of the sea can weave pours from her lips in bountiful, filling the spaces her arms cannot reach.

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{✿}~ 'This is what I get for playing baseball on my own..I hit a home run and now I have to search endlessly for it by myself..' She drew a quick sigh and climbed the fence of the baseball field. No way was she going around the whole thing to get it. Besides,she’s done this a million times before. She jumped down from the fence and brushed her hands off together. She crawled on the ground looking for it but finally decided to ask someone. She stood up and walked to the nearest person. “A-Ah..h-have y-you s-seen a-a b-baseball a-around h-h-here?”

[papilo-alae]

"A baseball? Hm, maybe. White on the outside, unknown in the middle, hurtling at my head 70 kilometers per hour?" Setting aside the coloured pencils tucked firmly into her grasp, Momoka reels backward. Feet kicking the metal stands she's perched on, she arches backward to look at the ground below. The blood rushes to her head in waves, knocking the air and equilibrium out of her. "Oh, here it is!"

[lnformatore-deactivated20150804]

"Maybe, but I guess it depends on what people care about. To be honest, I don’t even know what’s undervalued about my personality, because I don’t know or really care about it much. Or at least, I don’t think I have before. Who knows?"

[papilo-alae]

"Alright, I'll give. Interesting in theory, so I'll ask another question, then. What do you wish you were complimented more on? Everyone has something they think is a better part of them than other parts. I'll start this one. I like my hands. They've seen a lot, but they still manage to be gentle, or strong if need be. It doesn't need to be physical, though. Go crazy."

[piantogrande-archived-blog]

                              In response to her casual statement; he gave a few rather confused blinks — unsure of what he’d been told. “Uhh ———- Well; ” He pondered, shifting his weight to one foot to another, and fiddles with his fingers. “— Would you ..  Treat me to a uhh .. maybe a few donuts. Please" 

[papilo-alae]

          "Oh, wow. You're shaking like a leaf." A giggle bubbles from her burnished lips, head tilting upward until the razor sharp cut of her hair brushes the back of her slender neck. She considers it for a moment, fingers brushing her wallet in her pocket. "Gentle giant type, huh? Alright, you didn't disappoint, I'll give. Powdered or glazed? Chose carefully young samurai, or else I may be forced to refuse."

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[papilo-alae]

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[papilo-alae]

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"I think people focus too much on the negative of themselves. And when they do this, they want others to disagree with them. Fishing for compliments, if I remember correctly. Forget about the insecurity or sounding like an ass for being proud of yourself but, what aspect of your personality if most undervalued? I won't tell anyone. I'm a stranger, remember?"

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[papilo-alae]

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"Instead of me asking you a question in greeting, how about you ask me something? Anything you'd like, I'll be honest. I don't really have a reason not to be."