#kinutaryo

[flawedlouise]

Rhododendron, Heliconia, Azalea, Dandelion

Rhododendron: What’s the scariest dream you’ve ever had?

I’ve been having a lot lately but the scariest and weirdest was one I had about a really fat, greasy man trying to pull me into my microwave.

Heliconia: Do you like when it rains?

Very much.

Azalea: What’s a movie you cried while watching?

None. The go to answer is Bambi, isn’t it? Let’s go with Bambi.

Dandelion: Do you think you’re important?

No.

[flawedlouise]

Shoot Me

Shoot Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character shooting yours or vise versa.

Despite its reputation, the freelance contract killing industry had its extended slumps. Taking any job, no matter the target and no matter the client became her only method to battle boredom and although the sentimentality of jilted lovers made the girl uncomfortable, business was business and if her trigger finger had its itches scratched, she wasn’t about to complain. Her new contract however, well… it had its share of complications. A young woman meekly requested a meeting, offering false name, a story of a cheating boyfriend and a desire for bloody retribution. Common themes but, face to face, something about the client seemed far removed from how she had earlier presented herself: she was confident, almost intimidatingly so and her small but impressive entourage gave the air of power she seemed unwilling to address. Worse still, her young actor target was known to the killer and the picture of a unfaithful dirtbag was uncharacteristic of the timid and sweet young man she had met. Regardless, she shrugged off her misgivings and accepted the job. Business is business.

A hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach lingered uncomfortably as she shadowed the surprisingly unguarded Kinuta through the darkened city streets, her own head bowed and a long, black wig covering her blonde waves. Ample opportunity to take the shot had come and gone but her finger froze on the trigger each time she poised her pistol for action, subtly hidden under her folded arms. She was nervous, shaky and her frustration was peaking as she narrowed her gaze on the back of his head, repeating the of ‘it’s just a job’ under her breath. With a mumbled curse, she quickened her pace and passed him, squeezing the trigger and feeling the brunt of the recoil against her hand: she had aimed poorly and erratically but, as she ducked into a side street, a groan and the thump of his mass hitting the pavement assured her that she had at least hit her target.

The girl forced a smile as she hid, expectantly waiting for a wave of satisfaction and relief but after a minute of watching him limply writhe in pain, it didn’t come. Tearing her focus away, the hollowness inside her pulsated with something else, the familiarity of guilt that was rarely but powerfully felt. Louise Radev had made a mistake. With another muttered curse, she moved to her feet and disposed of the wig and her weapon. Hesitantly, she moved from her cover and approached where Kinuta lay, kneeling beside his form as she slid off her jacket. Instead of his stomach, the round had hit him in the ribs. Blood? Much. Punctured lung? Possibly. But he was saveable. His head snapped in her direction when she firmly pressed the balled up garment to the wound and, in spite of herself, she met his gaze. He was regaining his awareness which the killer took as a positive sign but the appreciative expression forced her to glance away.

“Louise?” Ignoring his question, she retrieved her cell phone. “Mm… what’s the number for an ambulance here?”

[drhfquinzel]

kinutaryo started following you

Whoops, sorry. I didn't see you there. Excuse me.

[flawedlouise]

kinutaryo replied to your post:Follower 'Milestone' Ass-Fest

Whoa, that’s a little too hot for me.

Hahaha, I should be ashamed.

[flawedlouise]

Mochi ice cream, strawberri froyo, mint choco froyo

mochi ice cream: what i look for in a friend

Honesty, common interests.

strawberri froyo: top 3 insecurites

Abandonment, being looked down on, ending up with another Bobby.

mint choco froyo: 3 things im proud of

I haven’t been broken, I’m smart and I still have a sense of humor.

[guy-with-the-spine-tattoo]

Those all sound nice.. What were your school years like?

I didn’t stay in school very long. So I don’t really remember it.. I went to a migrant school outside of town, with a very few furnitures and no water nor heating. It was very cold in Winter. All the children there were migrant workers sons and daughters and it took us several hours to reach school everyday since those illegal schools are located in the capital’s suburbs. Everyone was exhausted by work at home and malnutrition so we slept most of the class time.. The government closed down mine when I was still very young and I went to work just after.

[guy-with-the-spine-tattoo]

Do you have any fond memories from your childhood?

I guess I have a few.. Watching the Beijing opera and circus artists playing in my father’s restaurant is one of them. The Beihai park in Winter. Some movies I saw at that time. The baozhi I ate on my way back from school. Playing with my dog. Little stuff like that.

[flawedlouise]

What's the earliest memory that you have?

Crying and getting hugged by a very large drag queen in Hell’s Kitchen. I think I would have been about three years old... I had wandered off from my dad and gotten lost. I don't remember much before then.