Masaomi Kida (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
generalflirt) wrote2011-04-26 10:37 pm
generalflirt) wrote2011-04-26 10:37 pm
Entry tags:
- @gold,
- @mewtwo,
- @mikado ryugamine,
- @shikamaru nara,
- ditchers gunna ditch,
- escapism is a way of life,
- i'm a sinful man,
- lurking every old where,
- saki: broken promises galore,
- tales of the white hoodie,
- the au which was so wrong,
- this phone is an emo phone,
- wait what phone,
- what is a girlfriend?,
- yes he dyes,
- ♥: katara
~♥EIGHTEEN♥~
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[The second day of the dreaming - Masaomi isn't quite what to sure what to make of it. Yesterday he had dismissed it - it wasn't important in comparison to the festival just being over with him having new gifts and favors and things to do with his bros - his orphaned compatriots. But the dream tonight shook him. Last night was a happy date with a girl - he thought it was just something his imagination has cooked up, but the one he awoke from this morning was- He has no idea where that room is, but he resolves he needs to find it.
It looks a little like a clinic room, right? So with a dour and thoughtful expression on his face, Masaomi decides to ditch school today in favor of scouring every single room in the clinic for the first half of the day, trying to find some room - looking from more than one angle - which looks like the one he saw.
By the afternoon, he's no longer even sure why finding that room is important, and he finds that he just... wants to know who that was. She didn't even recognize her, but in both dreams his sentiment was strong - as strong as his bond with Mikado, maybe? But different, more like what he had with Kata-- no. No, he can't dwell on that. So in the afternoon, still ditching school, but going into the early evening, you might find this boy taking up space in the Baratie (the AU version of Seventh Heaven) and not really ordering anything.
Until he gets kicked out that is, and then he'll make his way home after buying a carton of milk to try to appease his caretaker - a useless little habit he picked up whenever he stays out past curfew.
FEEL FREE TO RUN INTO HIM AT ANY POINT DURING THIS DAY??]
[The second day of the dreaming - Masaomi isn't quite what to sure what to make of it. Yesterday he had dismissed it - it wasn't important in comparison to the festival just being over with him having new gifts and favors and things to do with his bros - his orphaned compatriots. But the dream tonight shook him. Last night was a happy date with a girl - he thought it was just something his imagination has cooked up, but the one he awoke from this morning was- He has no idea where that room is, but he resolves he needs to find it.
It looks a little like a clinic room, right? So with a dour and thoughtful expression on his face, Masaomi decides to ditch school today in favor of scouring every single room in the clinic for the first half of the day, trying to find some room - looking from more than one angle - which looks like the one he saw.
By the afternoon, he's no longer even sure why finding that room is important, and he finds that he just... wants to know who that was. She didn't even recognize her, but in both dreams his sentiment was strong - as strong as his bond with Mikado, maybe? But different, more like what he had with Kata-- no. No, he can't dwell on that. So in the afternoon, still ditching school, but going into the early evening, you might find this boy taking up space in the Baratie (the AU version of Seventh Heaven) and not really ordering anything.
Until he gets kicked out that is, and then he'll make his way home after buying a carton of milk to try to appease his caretaker - a useless little habit he picked up whenever he stays out past curfew.
FEEL FREE TO RUN INTO HIM AT ANY POINT DURING THIS DAY??]
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Ah. That sounds nice.
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Yeah... It was. But that's just a dream, y'know?
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[And he re-lines up his shot, this time hitting it. Nothing goes in though, again]
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[You're lucky Gold didn't catch that first table scratch. He lines up his shot and strikes, hitting a 5-ball into the 13-ball, pocketing both.]
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[As he turns around to line up his own shot]
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[But now that he's here, lining up his short and... he finally gets a ball in - the six.]
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So... what about you? You been havin' dreams too?
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[Ones which can't possibly fit because he doesn't recognize- well. That's another matter]
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[And... hit! No balls in again]