#rtrp open

[dissirnulo-blog]

❝ do you know? the singular form of spaghetti is spaghetto. i find it quite interesting. ❞

[heromanvasco]

[Open starter] I didn’t put a title because I just don’t like how you can’t edit the title later to fit each and every taker..

      “Excuse me, that door is a push door, not a pull.”

A lot of people make the same mistake. If it was a push door, why did they have the handle there for you to grab onto, right? Why not just leave that part of the door bare so you couldn’t do anything but push on it?       "It’s a common mistake, don’t feel bad about it.”

Of course, he speaks from experience.

[magicgeekponsol-blog]

[Open starter] I didn’t put a title because I just don’t like how you can’t edit the title later to fit each and every taker..

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧ ] The heir was walking around in the park wearing casual clothes, which seemed very unlike him to wear something that didn’t showcase wealth. He couldn’t very well risk getting his normal clothes dirty, so he was settling for dirtying these excursion clothes.

                         ❝Hm. Found another one. This spot seems rather lucky. Interesting.❞

     Reaching down with a hand, he plucked a four leaf clover from the bunch of cloves growing together in the park. There were specially modified plants that only produced four leaf clovers, but that was no fun. He saw no point in people purchasing such things for the premise of it bringing ‘good luck’. Could you still consider it good luck if it were man-manipulated? Certainly not.

     Having plucked the clover, he set it down into a small bag that he was carrying. He was on a four leaf clover hunt currently and was plucking any clove he could find and then stuff into his bag. What was he doing? Why don’t you try and ask him?

[masqueradcr-blog]

I don’t dance || Akira and ?

As the sun was starting to set, the stalls had cleared and dusk was quick to roll around. Now, loud music began playing and the flash of lights filled the air, people were cheering, heading towards the ‘dance floor’. Akira’s never been to a festival like this, where people were so quick to switch from one thing to another. People of all ages seemed to be in this, but the majority being teenagers and young adults. 

With all these colours, he wondered if they were going to start throwing powder paint like that one festival. What was it called? Colour festival? -- No wait, Holi. That was it. He didn’t know much about that festival other than it was to celebrate love and it involved a lot of powder paint. Part of him wanted to join the other people, but he had his doubts. He didn’t know how to dance, and there was just so many people there, that he wasn’t sure if he could even dance there. 

Taking to the sides, Akira simply watched the crowd. For once, Akira was feeling content and relaxed, despite how awkward he was around people. Perhaps it was just because he enjoyed merriment like this, seeing people all gathered together, happy and enjoying life. 

What he didn’t notice, was that there was someone trying to grab his attention.

[theshadowjjang]

Lost in...someplace

OPEN STARTER

Multiple answers welcome. I just don’t like how you can’t change the title afterwords so I didn’t write [open] in the title. (I need a super chill format to match this super chill dude so super chill format it is.)

       Dongmin looked up at the sky to see that the color of the sky was starting to change. How beautiful the sky was. He’d gone touring around the area because he wanted to get a better feel for the area he’d just moved to, but because he was so tired from the move, he accidentally fell asleep on the bus. 

“Well this isn’t good, I don’t know where I am.” What could be worse than getting off on the wrong stop? Being new to the area and getting off on the wrong stop. Well, wasn’t this a pickle? He looked around wondering if he could find any landmark that he could use to help him find his way around, or if anyone was around to help him find his way back. 

[tarucchi-blog1]

God tier combo || Open

Everyone knows that the ultimate combo, the god tier of any meals, is coke, pizza and chips. Of course, he would settle for something more... gourmet, when it came to work reunions, but whenever he got ready for an all-night raid to grind some levels, the god tier combo made its glorious apparition.

A basket with three large cokes and several bags of chips hanging from his arm, Itaru was now looking for some frozen pizza he could warm up through the night.

A smile as he found someone looking for the same thing as himself

“Ah, some top-tier taste~ Nothing can really win against pizza, amirite?”

[broken-puppeteer-blog]

Puppets || {open}

One hobby that Shu didn’t indulge in often was the art of puppetry. Much like the way he had directed Kagehira and Nito once upon a time on the stage, Shu was actually quite proficient at handling the strings and motions of puppeteering. Though he didn’t own his own puppet.

Now that he was in Bellevue and had finally settled into something resembling somewhat of an actual schedule in regards to classes, work, and the time he spent nagging Kanata, he had been looking around the city for a store that either sold puppets or where he could buy parts to make one himself. He’d make his own from scratch, because he was so picky about things like that, but those skills weren’t in his skillset. Yet.

It had taken a while of searching but he’d found a small antique shop and a suitable puppet within the store had been procured. The first manner of business was clothing the puppet in a newer set of clothes. While the outfit it came with had been fairly nice, there were patches that needed fixing. Shu saved those for a later project, making a mental note to track down the fabric necessary to do so.

Matching the new outfit to one that was reminiscent to the old Valkyrie uniform felt natural. Even Mademoiselle had a matching dress.

His darling doll was sat with him as he worked, detailing out loud to her what he was doing. A black shirt like Kagehira had worn... the white ribbon that Nito had worn... the outer jacket that he himself had adorned. Shorts and leggings like Nito’s old uniform. Small black boots and a black feather earring like Kagehira had had. And a miniature top hat like the one that now sat at the back of his closet. There. A nice matching outfit to Mademoiselle’s dress.

Leaving the house with Mademoiselle on one arm and the new puppet on the other. Shu wandered for a while till he arrived at a fairly empty park and found a nice shaded area to settle down in. He carefully sat Mademoiselle down and stood before her, bowing to her and slowly, as if remembering the motions, directing his new puppet to do the same.

Happy with the smoothness of the puppet’s movements and the way the clothes he had made moved easily with the ways he was manipulating the doll, Shu sang as he directed the puppet into dancing across the grass, attention completely focused on this impromptu show and not on whether or not he was attracting attention.

[wild-untamed-heart]

Idle Words

Kajika sighed as she sat down on the bench, her head making a soft thunk as she leaned her head back to rest on the back of the bench. How long had it been now? How long had it been since Shu had once again disappeared out of her life without a word of explanation or even apology? In all honesty, she would have even been glad for a note if anything verbal was too onerous for him although she supposed it was a bit much to hope for from her lazy friend... 

Her lazy ex-fiance...

Kajika suddenly growled in frustration which was soon followed by an exasperated sigh. She honestly couldn’t understand why on earth her father was so determined to marry her off, it simply didn’t make sense. It wasn’t as if they needed financial support of any kind, their family being as wealthy as it was... Nevertheless, despite her protests and objections, he seemed quite adamant on the matter.

His intentions were so fierce, it made the young heiress feel concerned that he might just decide to pick a new candidate, what with Shu continually disappearing without rhyme or reason. Not that it really mattered to her one way or another since she had no real desire to marry, but perhaps she should just take matters into her own hands and be done with it.

Raising her head slightly from the bench, her silver eyes scanned the vicinity and spotted a stranger who happened to be heading towards her. All things considered, he was just as likely a candidate as any other person her father may select although at least this way she had some say in the matter. 

“Hey you... Don’t suppose you’d be willing to get married to me would you?”