Mosaic City, located along China's coast, is quite large city sometimes called the Crossroads Between Nations due to its diverse population. While it was once a large tourist spot, the city was placed under a blockade as the military appeared claiming there was a radiation leak. The true hazard, however, is much more sinister.
Post by Tenchi Lui on Jan 14, 2014 23:49:47 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes and decided that he had no reason to be carrying her. Honestly, he was just ensuring she didn’t get jumped since she couldn’t run around like she could normally and he didn’t need to carry her in order to do it. In fact, all he needed to do was just simply walk her home and if he did that, then he wouldn’t need her directions because he would just follow her lead. He wouldn’t need to make a promise because he wouldn’t need her to tell him where to go.
”Y’know, you’re right. I am being nice. So here…” He put her back down on her own two feet and made a motion to dust off his shoulders as if he wanted to get any traces of her off of him. ”There ya go. Walk away.” He crossed his arms over his chest and tapped his foot impatiently while he quirked a brow at her. Yep, he could just as easily let her walk on her bummed ankle, get the satisfaction of he realizing how stupid she was being because of it, and just follow her there so the douchebags from earlier didn’t jump out on her. Heh, who said you needed to finish school to be smart? [/b]
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Post by Nanasawa Minako on Jan 14, 2014 23:58:19 GMT -5
He placed her down on the ground and she blinked. It felt like a trap? People always did things that felt like a trap. The last time she had this feeling, some boy became her friend. Ysal was rather nice though, and this one wasn't really nice but in a way he was. "Is this a trick?" she asked innocently. She didn't want to be tricked. Her stood there with his arms crossed and gave her an intimidating look. Minako stood there as she gave him a deep frown. "Why are you giving me that look," she asked unhappy. "Do you think I'd fail at walking? I've walked before on a hurt ankle. I'm capable of taking care of myself."
She had to be self sufficient sometimes because she didn't have others to rely on. It didn't bother her too much since it had always been this way. Yuki was a good friend and helped when she could but the smaller girl wasn't always around. The tennis loving girl groaned as she stared back at the boy and gave him the same grumpy look he was giving her. "What?"
”I ain’t the trickin’ type.” That and he wasn’t smart enough to make a trick happen the way he wanted most times. IT involved tact and cleverness, both things that included more than just punching something squishy and breakable. ”I think y’can walk jus’ fine. Otherwise I wouldn’t have put ya down.” He said as he tried to reassure her that he was not thinking she’d fall on her face. Whether she did or didn’t really doesn’t matter to him. What matters is that she gets home and that she does it before nine in the morning. It was late enough.
When she turned back around to shoot him an upset look, Tenchi’s grumpy face turned neutral and he lifted a brow at her, ”I didn’t say nothin’. Jus’ wonderin’ what’s takin’ ya so long. Y’movin’ like a handicapped snail at the pace y’going.”
Post by Nanasawa Minako on Jan 15, 2014 0:09:29 GMT -5
He believed in her? She wasn't sure if she brought the store or not. Minako blinked a few times then shook her head. She didn't have a reason to distrust him since the boy hadn't really been the lying type. He was rough and a bit crude. He was a smoker and kept doing it even though she scolded him multiple times. He was reckless getting into fights and irresponsible since he didn't treat injures. He was a list of bad things, but he wasn't a liar. Minako nodded. "Okay," she said before walking on ahead.
He teased her about her walking and she gave him a look. He was really rude for someone who was occasionally nice. "Don't say mean things or you'll make me cry," she told him plainly. She didn't handle mean comments well and that definitely was a mean one aimed at her. She wasn't slow. She didn't move like a handicapped snail. She might have hurt but she was ignoring the pain and walking on her own. He shouldn't have been mean about it!
"Why are you following me," she asked without looking back at the rude boy. "Are you going to stalk me now?"
He quirked a brow at her again when she said she’d end up crying if he said mean things to her. Really? She didn’t cry over a busted ankle but if he insulted her she would start crying? What kind of twisted logic was that? It didn’t make much sense, but he would rather not deal with her sobbing and crying. It likely wouldn’t help his case any if she was crying and someone saw the two together and he looked like he just got out of a fight.
When she started moving away again, he started to follow. His hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket and he lowered his gaze to the ground. He had every intention of following behind her in silence. ”Why are you following me? Are you going to stalk me now?”
”Uh… yeah.” He replied with a shrug of his shoulders, ”I put y’down like y’wanted. You get to walk home, an’ I get to make sure you don’t die on the way.”
Post by Nanasawa Minako on Jan 15, 2014 0:41:12 GMT -5
"I'm not going to die," she instantly replied without looking back. What kind of logic was that? She had no idea if he thought a sprain ankle equated to death or something like that. She wasn't going to instantly drop dead at any moment. At the most, she would be in pain every time she walked. At the least, she had to be off her ankle for a day or two. There was no death anywhere in that scenario.
He was just weird.
So weird.
Minako kept walking at a slowed pace. She had wasted a whole lot of time since people were in the street. It was rather odd to be out even later than usual. These houses looked different when they had lights coming from them. "Stalking isn't polite," she pointed out as she continued the trek. "It's actually illegal I think."
Thatta fact? “ Stalking was illegal? So was under aged smoking but that didn’t stop him when he was younger. He’s fairly certain he does something illegal every day, and if he’s feeling especially spunky, two times a day. Either way, it wouldn’t be the first time he broke the law. ”Well, guess I’ll stop stalkin’ then.” He pulled his hands out of his pockets and folded them behind his head while he continued to follow the girl. ”But… ain’t no law that makes it illegal to be walkin’ in the same direction by chance. Fancy that, huh?” He felt the smirk slide across his lips again. Yep, he was definitely far too stubborn and hard headed for his own good.
”Y’know, you were harpin’ ‘bout me needin’ new hobby, but you’re the one that’s gonna be off her feet for few days. That makes your hobby worse.”
Post by Nanasawa Minako on Jan 15, 2014 15:26:35 GMT -5
He claimed he was going to stop stalking her by calling this all a coincidence that he was walking in the same direction she walked in at the same pace she walked. He was his just walking in the same direction so it wasn't illegal at all. "No, you're stalking me. You're just calling it something different," she replied. He could lie and say he wasn't following her, but Minako knew the truth. This boy was following her. She didn't get him at all. They didn't really like each other, and he claimed he didn't care of feel sympathetic. She didn't get why he kept following her.
He tried to bring down her spirits by claiming she'd be bored now that she couldn't play tennis for a few days. It was true. She wouldn't have a racket in her hands for a few days and she'd be far from an court. There was still reading up on techniques to keep her busy. Besides, tennis wasn't the only thing to like. "I'll just do something else. I like other things too. I could sew. Or I could read up on other stuff," she replied with a frown. Then again, she could study up on that fighting technique her new friend knew so she'd make a good sparring partner? Actually, that wasn't smart to think of injured. The girl sighed.
"What does it matter? It's my body and you said people don't care for one another."
Post by Tenchi Lui on Jan 15, 2014 19:21:15 GMT -5
”Wait… You sew? But y’don’t like the frilly crap or tule an’ feathers.” That didn’t make much sense to him. If she was a girl and liked to sew then she should like super girly things too, shouldn’t she? It was like… an unwritten rule or law or something. He was a dude so he had to come off as strong and ready to beat the piss out of anyone that looks at him funny. It was another unwritten rule. He wasn’t a booksmart type of guy so he couldn’t play the roll of being some mouth-breathing nerd guy whom’s favorite pastime is hovering over the shoulders of under-aged girls.
But she had sewing as a hobby, it was something he had in common, not that he would ever admit it out loud. He was still interested in knowing how well she could sew or if she was serious about it at all. ”Eh… everyone’s body aside, y’any good at that sewin’ crap? Y’do it often? Like.. what do ya sew anyway?” Maybe he was playing a bit too interested to be normal. Whatever, he’ll deal with it. He’ll just play it off like he was trying to divert the conversation away from his obvious stalkish tendencies.
Post by Nanasawa Minako on Jan 15, 2014 21:56:54 GMT -5
"Sometimes clothes get ruined and they need to be hemmed," she replied back. "Then I wanted to learn how to hem better so I started reading sewing books. And then they talk about making different types of stitching and needlework and what it's good for..."
And after that she made a quilt. And after the quilt, she made a dress for her mother. IT was actually really easy once she got the hang of things. It wasn't like she was making fabric from scratch but just manipulating it to what others wanted. All the pillows in her room were pillows she sewed together after reading that book. It was something her mother rather enjoyed since she liked to wear the dress her daughter made her. She had even stitched her name into her towels for school so she could always know which one was hers. It was a useful skill.
The boy seemed curious about her sewing habits since he was questioning her about it. Why would he care about something like that? For someone who was pretty rough and tumble like, he had pretty well maintained clothing. "Often. And different things," she replied back. She looked back at him and inspected his outfit again. It didn't have a single hole or loose thread. It was rather weird.
"Can you sew?" she questioned. "Or does someone mend your clothes after you ruin them after fights?"
Post by Tenchi Lui on Jan 15, 2014 22:27:09 GMT -5
She had actually learned sewing on her own the same way he had. Well, not the same way; he had originally gotten interested in learning from watching his dad work and had then started to mess around with the sewing machines. So many broken needles and so many hurt fingers, but he eventually learned, and eventually became pretty damn good at it.. sorta. He’d be better if he actually worked on things more but he’d just been focusing on making his own clothes and then maintaining them so they lasted longer. It sure beat paying for new cheaply made clothing.
”Handy trick. Guess y’don’t have to worry ‘bout not finding clothes to match your taste if y’can just make’em yourself.” It was so very convenient. It saved him the hassle of sticking his neck in a store with a bunch of people and having to try clothes on. Hell, he’d probably be in a changing room and cops would come running in to arrest him because they would think he’s stealing the crap. He could just imagine it.
’Can you sew? Or does someone mend your clothes after you ruin them after fights?”
”What makes ya think I ruin my clothes in a fight?” He questioned; although at the same time it was rather common sense to know that one would end up ruining their clothes eventually from getting stuck in a brawl. ”But uh… my old man makes clothes for a livin’. Takes orders from people an’ shit; though he tends to just have regulars and not any new customers since he don’t advertise the shop or nothin’.” His dad could probably do fairly well if he did some advertising and then if he got back ordered he could always hire other people to work on things as well.
Post by Nanasawa Minako on Jan 15, 2014 22:58:36 GMT -5
"I don't really make clothes for myself," she replied back as she continued her slow walk home. She didn't see the point. Her parents brought her functioning clothes every year and she simply maintained them. A few things needed to be mended every now and then but she did a pretty good job keeping things intact. The girl didn't have a particular style either, so there was no reason to try to make clothes to suit herself. Anything that fit was fine by her.
When she questioned if he could sew, he quickly disagreed with her logic since he tried to imply his clothes remained flawless throughout battles. "You got hit and sent to the ground. I'm sure your pushed into things too. Fabric and only hold up so long under such harsh conditions," she explained. "Someone would have to fix your clothes or you'd have to purchase them a lot but your clothes don't look brand new." His father was the answer. He apparently made clothes, so it made sense his clothes looked like they were well maintained. Mianko nodded. He was lucky someone cared about him to do such a thing.
"Maybe you should advertise for him? It would be a thing a good son did, right?"
Post by Tenchi Lui on Jan 16, 2014 11:02:33 GMT -5
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So she could sew, could even make clothes, but she doesn’t’ make clothes for herself? That seemed like a rather waste of talent in his mind. She should be saving her money by getting the materials she needs (bulk order that shit in fact) and just make clothes from scratch. It was so much cheaper and it was fun to boot. Well, not that he had fun making things, no… that would be weird. He was… content to make his own clothes but it wasn’t fun. People would just call him weird; which is strange, considering his father made clothes and sewed for a living but people never said anything to him. At least, not that he had ever noticed. People generally just left him alone and enjoyed everything he made. When Tenchi attempted that in his younger years, people made fun of him. What the hell was wrong with the world?
When she pointed out why she assumed he could sew based on the visual quality of his clothes and lack of tears and rips, he had to hand it to her, ”Huh… gotta nice eye for detail.” He never really thought that it would look odd that someone like him would have clothes that weren’t completely destroyed from countless fights he obviously gets into. He just assumed people would naturally assume that he got a lot of new clothes.
Maybe you should advertise for him? It would be a thing a good son did, right?”
Got four problems with that? One: I ain’t much of a son. Two: I wouldn’t know how the hell to advertise even if I could, I’d probably just drag some random prick outta the street an’ make’em order sumthin’. And three: My old man is content with what he has or sumthin’. He never seemed to strive to reach greater things.” Uh… hadn’t he said four things? Whatever, who’s keeping count anyway?
Post by Nanasawa Minako on Jan 16, 2014 11:15:45 GMT -5
She had an eye for detail? Miss shrugged the comment off since she wasn't too sure about that. She noticed a lot of small things but she didn't notice everything. From observations she tried to guess thongs about people but it seemed life she got it wrong most of the time. It wasn't terrible being wrong but it was terrible she was always do wrong. The first step to understanding others was to relate and she seemed to guys the wrong thing a lot so she attempted to relate to the wrong thing.
The boy decided he didn't want to advertise for his father. The reasoning was a bit weird and there was something off about the count. "Aren't you missing a reason?" She asked confused. Minako shook her head. It didn't matter.
"Advertise by wearing his clothes or having someone attractive wear his clothes. Then other people will see it and ask who designed your clothes. Easy advertising. No tossing people needed."
Mina nodded, very proud and sure if her answer. It make a lot of sense. Even more important, she had a counter response for the next point he made. It was such a terrible reason to avoid being really successful.
"Being complacent isn't good. You should always want to be better even when you're at your best!. Even f he's happy as is, you should help him anyways. Your dad might not realize that he could be happier by being more successful."
Post by Tenchi Lui on Jan 16, 2014 11:39:27 GMT -5
She picked up on the fact that he was missing a reason but he didn’t acknowledge it and after a moment she seemed to let it go too. It was good since he was fairly certain he ran out of reasons that he could makeup on the spot. She started to give him advice on how he could advertise for his dad’s shop. He almost rolled his eyes, ”I don’t like wearing his shit. He makes it all form fittin’ and tight. I like being able to move.” His dad seemed to enjoy making everything fit to the body. Something like how he wanted the world to appreciate the human form or something. He never really flat out asked his own man and simply drew observation and analysis through what his old man has made.
”I dunno… he been like that since as long as I remember. He works day in an’ day out. Barely see’im.” Which is funny since he has a paint room in the shop. He opted to do that so there was a chance the two could potentially interact more but his old man never got the hint when he did that, and after a few years, Tenchi stopped caring. ”Even when growin’ up and shit, I was most times left to my own at home. Kinda hard to make a dinner or meal when you’re like… eight.”[/color] He never bothered his old man to ask for help with homework. Hell, he wasn’t even sure if his old man knew he was expelled from school. He imagined he did since the school would have notified him in some way. He never brought the topic either.