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Post by Amarae on Jun 6, 2006 20:06:20 GMT -5
The stuffed bag hung heavily on her shoulders. Her eyes being directed at the ground before her dragging feet, she moved at a fairly decent pace as she entered the school entrance doors, closing the door silently. She looked at the entrance hall, allowing her eyes to spectate the inside of the magnificient place.
She stood there, looking fairly confused and sheepish, little did she know where to go or what to do, she just stood there, with a bag and no goal. She laid eyes on a passing student, he seemed far too busy for making her want to interrupt. She stood still, waiting for something to happen.
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Hakfu Song
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"Compassion for your enemies: They fight for their reasons, as do you."
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Post by Hakfu Song on Jun 6, 2006 20:19:25 GMT -5
Right, Right, Right, AHHHHH
"No, that won't work... spell combination.. wrong.. no.. dammit. Eh.. wait, what in the world is that..? Wha- AHHHHHHHH!"
Walking through the halls with his nose buried in a book probably wasn't a wise thing to do. He noted this, bashfully, as he crashed into what appeared to be a new student. Picking up his things quickly, he clapped his hands together, as if in prayer, and bowed several times over.
"Forgive me! I'm sorry! So sorry! Didn't mean to crash into you!.."
Damn Chinese manners. Honestly.. His concern, however, was sincere. Come now, Hakfu.. you should be more careful then this.
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Post by Amarae on Jun 6, 2006 20:29:20 GMT -5
She were too busy looking after that other busy student to even -notice- the excessively busy chinese student, that ended up clashing into her, knocking her to the side, ending up on the floor on her bottom, as her bag slid a good 3 feet to her side. She carefully commenced arising herself to her feet as the student commenced a long phrase of sorries. She turned her gaze to fall upon him and she looked at him while he talked.
"Forgive me! I'm sorry! So sorry! Didn't mean to crash into you!.."
He said. She merely kept her eyes at him, they seemed to be without feeling at all, they were seemingly drowned in sorrow and despair.
"...No problem..."
She replied calmly with a low voice, almost equivalent of a mouse in a cartoon, you could even call it shy if you wished. Her feet carried her over to her back, and she leaned down to pick it up again, swinging it back on her shoulder.
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Hakfu Song
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"Compassion for your enemies: They fight for their reasons, as do you."
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Post by Hakfu Song on Jun 6, 2006 20:55:04 GMT -5
Chilling
Her response was quiet.. a little more then he had heard from many other chatty spell casters. Perhaps a little more timid. And he was the shy one most of the time, or at least, constantly looking through his books in the library. Her face saddened him a little. Something about her... but bah. Bah. He slipped his hand to the back of his head, and scratched it apologetically, pushing himself up, with his left hand, eyes closed, smiling abashedly, still somewhat embarressed. His voice lowered down in its excitement.
"Ehehehe.. twenty-seven years old, and I'm still clumsy.. you'd think.. but ah, forgive me again, I am forgetting my manners."
He opened his eyes, lowering down his arms to his front, making a slower, more controlled bow to her, standing up. There was a slight smile on his face, and yet..
"Greetings, miss. I haven't seen your face around here before. I am Hakfu Song, the clumsy. Good to meet you."
His smile was a little smaller then normal however.. this girl, well, he felt a compelling to cheer her, although, from the looks of it, that wouldn't be changing anytime soon, and he himself lacked the proper social skills. Wait! He dug into his arm sleeves.
"A moment.. a moment.. ah!"
A look of success crossed his face. His arms slid out of both of his own arm sleeves, pulling out a small brown bag, that had a warm wafting aroma coming from it. Belting his book, he opened up the bag, and pulled out a cookie.
"Care for a chocolate chip cookie? Got it fresh from the mess hall.. and its still warm. Consider it.. my apology."
His eyes were half-closed, but he nodded at the girl, beckoning her to take it. At least, perhaps, he could do something for someone else, for once.
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Post by Amarae on Jun 6, 2006 21:02:58 GMT -5
The young girl only looked at him as he introduced himself to her, the young adult seemingly interested in her name, "Greetings, miss. I haven't seen your face around here before. I am Hakfu Song, the clumsy. Good to meet you." was the sentence he used to introduce himself, and she felt that if her made such an effort of it, she might aswell reply.
"Amarae..."
She said with the same voice as she used before.
She looked at him with distrust as he offered her the cookie, and she shook her head vaguely, feeling no need to leech from others, or that was how she felt atleast.
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Hakfu Song
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"Compassion for your enemies: They fight for their reasons, as do you."
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Post by Hakfu Song on Jun 6, 2006 21:17:00 GMT -5
Accursed Cookies
Sighing, he began to put it away into the brown bag, but hesitated. Thinking better of it, he put it to his mouth, biting off a small bit, and chewing morosely on it. Amarae, eh? Her voice, so cold, so chilling on his ears. Her eyes burned at him, and he felt himself somewhat put off, but backed up a little, instead of getting angry. He felt almost responsible for her behavior, although he knew that probably wasn't the case, and perhaps.. was more of a personal reason. But then, it was part of his own nature to put the blame on himself for such things.
..There was too much sadness in this world. His thoughts drifted to the times before his mother and father disappeared.. but ah, so many years now, over two decades. Taking another bite, he gestured to her with the bag.
"Are you sure? Heaven knows, I should not be eating this, considering my age. Or if you still refuse.. at least, let's get out of the doorway, we're blocking up the traffic a little.."
Hakfu looked around, noticing the extra effort the other students put in, just to walk around them. Looking back at her, his robes going slightly up and down, wistfully, with every passerbyer, he gestured to the mess hall.
"Care to join me? It is time for lunch."
His stomach growled. Audibly. He groaned slightly, his cheeks reddening just a little. and he slipped the rest of the cookie to hang on his mouth, as he bit down on it gently, to fold up the brown bag, to preserve the heat. There was a book on how to prolong a food's he- No, not right now, stop thinking about books.
Honestly, he read too much. He noticed that his own attempts to cheer her were fairly terrible. Need to work on improving his own social skills, apparently.. sigh.
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Post by Amarae on Jun 7, 2006 8:56:01 GMT -5
She notified his request for moving out of the doorway, and would most likely to agree, her feet took her a short fistance away from the door, yet still in a range politely enough for Hakfu Song. "Care to join me? It is time for lunch." he explained and she gazed at him with her empty expression once more, thinking on that it might be best for her to get a room and get rid of her belongings before all that, so therefore she shook her head vaguely. She released her shoulder carrying the bag and tightened it again, to ensure that it would be in place, and she allowed her free arm to raise up to shoulderheight, allowing a flat hand to be placed on her forehead, running 4 of the fingers through her open hair.
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Hakfu Song
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"Compassion for your enemies: They fight for their reasons, as do you."
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Post by Hakfu Song on Jun 7, 2006 23:01:23 GMT -5
Ah... Alright
Hindsight.
What he said almost sounded like he was hitting on her. Bah, he should really re-word his sentences, before he spoke them.. but ah well, it would look even more foolish to apologize over that as well. He leaned against the walls, his eyes trailing those who went back and forth.. a rythm, almost.
When she shook her head at his offer, and moved her shoulder around a little, it only then occured to him that she had really only just arrived. She was still carrying her bags in her hands. Sliding her hand back through her hair, they saw each other. Her eyes were.. 'deadish'.. bah, it reminded him too much of what he had seen in the orphanage. When she slid her hand through her eyes, he gave a small chuckle.. memories.
Memories of how pathetic his life was over three weeks ago, memories of the same people giving him an eye, of just another person. That eye.. it was always that same eye!
'Twas once a year when Christmas came,
When the wood piles flung down, into the flame,
Santa Claus was just a sickly old Asian,
Who I'm afraid, failed, in his persuasion.
"Why hullo there little boy,
What would you like for your new toy?"
"I want the real Santa Claus,
Who's white, chubby, and jolly, despite flaws."
There would be an akward silence, but it didn't take long,
I was punished for rudeness, which I will not mention in song.
The orphanage sucked, I loved it not,
An unhappy childhood, not yet forgot.
Pausing there, his shaky voice just barely holding the tune, and was definetly not the greatest thing, although, considering, it was only just come up with on the spot. Damn reminiscience. He gave a small laugh, shaking his head, as his eyes disappeared, his head going down.
"Ah... sorry.. you triggered a memory, but, I didn't expect a poem to come out of it. Sorry, its like I'm not thinking today.. have you found your room yet?"
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