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[kiba sanmaru]

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[atrb=style, background: #f6f6f6; border-bottom: 10px white solid;][classy=posting]"Today, you were suppose to be a good day. Today, you were supposed to work out swell.... today, are you even listening?" This came from the annoyed white hair'd youth that was currently sprawled out onto the finely cut grass of the town's square. Laying in the street would cause problems and would more than likely get him arrested.... then again, laying on the grass might do that as well. That wasn't the point. The point was that none of this should have happened. He shouldn't have gotten himself caught up in this mess. But, alas, of course he manged to get himself in a world of hurt anyway. Eyes glaring, people staring, and heavy breathing were currently his only allies. What came to mind though were all the times he and Hana would get in these sorts of unfortunate situations. Normally it would be because of Kiba, as it was now. She would tease and say it was her fault, but he would rightfully take the blame if anybody asked him what was wrong. Now he didn't have anybody to tease him. It was his fault he was covered in... what was this again? Arching a brow and sitting up off the grass, Kiba took a finger and drug it across his forehead. The light orange yet slightly pinkish substance that seemed to be scrapped off his forehead collected on the tip of his finger. With that, he put it in his mouth and left his brow arched. His eyes grew wide as he pulled his finger out of his mouth, a popping sound concluding the fact that he had successfully tasted whatever sticky stuff was on his body. He then narrowed his eyes as if he had seen his rival. What was worse, he had tasted his current rival. "...Peaches." The boy seemed to whisper the name of the sticky stubstance all about him. Now that he looked harder at himself, the peach chunks on him gave him away. He heaved a sigh and laid back down in the grass while licking his lips. He liked peaches, but now he had a choice to make. Abed the enemy by buying peaches and eating peaches that are given? Or take a stand and make sure that no peaches ever have the pleasure of being eaten by him... decisions. Deciding that his love for peaches was just too strong, he decided to blame it on the fruit cart that got in his way. How annoying of them, to get in his way. Did they always try and ruin his life? These... fruit carts. Narrowing his blood red eyes at the sky, he seemed to have found a new enemy. "Fruit stands... carts... things..." His expression grew from anger to confusion. What were they exactly. Turning his head to look at the different stands and little markets, he decided that the fruit stand/cart he had destroyed wasn't important enough to complain about any further. He then managed to sit up and try and run his hand through his hair out of habit. Grimacing, he looked at his hand... it now had pieces of white hair on it. He glared at it and then glared up toward his hair. How. Gross. His hair was sticking the way he hand tried to brush it with his hand. He then tried to shake his head, but it just stuck out all sorts of odd ways. Shower. He needed, a shower. 300+ words • open, open by rinne of gangnam style. [/style]

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[Ellie Rehm]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,335,true][atrb=style, background: transparent,btable] pushing on a pull door Upside down, then you see it all. Everything's the wrong way around but clearer than before. Oh you know, when you're upside down, then you see it all That you spend all your time

Right now, if things had worked out different for the chipper blonde, she'd be walking across a scenic class on her way to a theatre class, beret and playlist as her best buds. Well, hopefully she would've made college friends. Perhaps even find a 'special' one or som- But no. Fate had a way of always changing the plans, and Ellie was in the process of trying to forget the what ifs. The only what if she wanted to consider was the one where she questioned if the whole school collapsing had been a blessing or good thing in disguise? The more she thought about it, the more Ellie seemed to get more confused. Farlax before the collapsing of her school was hard to remember. Everything had happened so quickly, that it left no time to reminisce about the state of the town. Of course it was a terrible tragedy... Didn't the people seem more human now? No one really hid under a facade for just a little bit. You saw true colors in a moment of terror. Even now that the whole town was healing, some people weren't as fake. Or maybe more so. Like the phrase that there's always a light in the darkness, maybe out of the face of misery a new hope could rise up. Perhaps Farlax had realized that life was too short to pretend to be anything else. So who cared whether her college dreams were coming true at the moment. Maybe that wasn't where she was meant to be. Regardless, she was still in Farlax, not on a autumn university quad. And it could be a good thing. So with that thought in her mind, Ellie continued on her errands. She had already visited the bank, dropped off her mother's dry cleaning and went to the retirement home to visit an old teacher. He had been the one to tell her to never let people tell her who she should be. Now old and grumpy, he lived all alone in that old folks home beating others at chess and playing piano. Today they had discussed whether pets were good overall for society. Even though Ellie considered Mr. Bathord to have infinite wisdom, he never made her feel inferior. After the talk, she had resolved to actually get herself a pet. A cat to be exact, because her mother wouldn't dare let a dog in the house. A long and extensive visit to the animal shelter later, Eleanor Grey Rehm had left with a light beige cat that had large eyes and dark rings on the face. It actually was really sweet, though it looked grumpy all of the time. Carrying the cat carrying case to her side, Ellie had the unnamed kitten tucked in her light jacket. Names were still eluding her, it seemed. How was it that Ellie could think of whether a tragedy was good for the town, but a name for a kitten was so hard? Sighing, Ellie took her new pet and her lunch (A coffee and some popcorn chicken she picked up before the acquiring of said pet) to the town square where she usually ate. The food was cold now, but she didn't have the money to anything new at this point. Sitting down on a bench, Ellie tried to grab the food from the bag in her arm without letting the unnamed cat out. It had a tag, but Ellie already knew the little thing was adventurous. Sighing, Ellie maneuvered it back into the cat carrier so she could eat quickly. After all, Ellie wanted to play with her kitten while she waited for the dry-cleaning to get done. Keeping it locked in a small plastic case wasn't any fun! It had only taken a moment to wolf down the bite-size seasoned bits of chicken and to realize her cold coffee wasn't all that great cold. Crouching down next to the carrier, Ellie unhinged the door. The cat bolted out and slipped past her hands, ready to explore. Calling out to the animal, Ellie jumped up and chased it around the square. Finally the cat started sniffing around at something in the grass and Ellie followed it to the sight of a white haired boy covered in something. Confused on more than one level, Ellie neared him and waved silently before pointing to the cat. Creeping up behind it, the blonde reached down and swooped her arms underneath the kitten. Finally, she had the furry creature again. "Oh, thanks for not letting the kitten know I was there. She seems to be a fiesty little one."

[/color] Intrigued as to why he was covered in.. wait, what was it? Ellie sat across from him and sat the cat in her lap. "Hey..um.. I'm Ellie. But... what do you have all over you? Is it a cool story?"[/color]
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[kiba sanmaru]

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[atrb=style, background: #f6f6f6; border-bottom: 10px white solid;][classy=posting]Kiba continued to lay in the grass. Nothing interesting was going on so far, which was much more than rude. The only interesting thing that had happened was the fact that he was covered in blech nasty peachie sweet stickyness and it was all because of that fruit stand guy. Stupid fruit stand guy and his stupid fruit and stupid... well, obviously Kiba just thought everything was stupid. He heaved an irritated sigh as he looked around at the square. Nothing neat was-- was that a blonde chasing a kitten? Yep. A small fit of hysterical laughter escaped her. She couldn't help herself from doing so! Who could honestly? This blonde was chasing the cat around. How hilarious was that? He leaned back a bit in the grass, planting his hands behind him as he watched her. A noise to his left caught his attention though. Turning his head, he saw the fruit stand guy cleaning and yelling at some kids. See? Stupid. Or an agest - hating anybody not old enough to drink or be considered an adult to him. Kiba wasn't sure and he could care less. He narrowed his eyes at him ready to stand up and give him a piece of his mind, but something else caught his attention. That small fur ball of death was approaching. Glancing over he had noticed it was approaching and decided not to look at it. But then it got closer to him. He glared down at the small feline. Everything was stupid today, so of course even the-- awe, but it was a kitten. Even though his hate for cats ran pretty deep, he seemed to not mind this one. It was sniffing the peach sticky on him. He arched a brow with a small smile falling on his features. Yeah, okay, it was cute. Not that he was supposed to think that about icky cats. Still, it kind of was. When the blond had approached, all Kiba did was smile at her. Along with that, he decided to distract the cat. It would hear her regardless of how silent she thought she was; cats were 'skilled' like that. He ruffled the grass a bit to get it's attention and that was about the time the blonde had swooped it up into her arms. He nodded at her thanks and then looked at the cat being sat in her lap. About the time she was introducing herself, he was looking at his hand. He gave a lick to what was on the back of his hand and with his tongue still attached to the back of his hand, arched an eyebrow at her and looked toward her. "Uhhhh...." Taking his hand away from his mouth, he gave a small laugh. He must have looked either dumb, gross, or nasty... or all of the above. More than likely. Stupid fruit stand. "It's peach jelly of sorts... they were peaches that sat in a glass jar full of sugar and their own juices; so they weren't pickled, but in a way they were... caramelized maybe?" Kiba shrugged his shoulders. "I'm Kiba... and I guess it's a cool story. It's more of a stupid story..." Glaring at the ground, he knew good and well he sounded stupid too. Ugh... today was supposed to be a good day. 300+ words • ellie, open by rinne of gangnam style. [/style]

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