Post by Keiji Koji on May 20, 2011 11:51:02 GMT
(Not trying to overwhelm you with this. Just wanted to give a fun little scenario to read since the first post often isn’t that important.)
Standing at the Kuronosuke looked like an owl, if he spin his head all the way around without killing himself, he certainly would. He was alert and paranoid, but also looking for a sign that read “Pink Elephant Bar and Grill“. He has to know his surroundings. His shoulders were tensed up to the point that they were aching. The irony was that he the reason he cleared his schedule that afternoon was for a chance to relax. Haruko had been worried about him. He hardly had any sleep the previous night. Not because he didn’t study his bum off for the test that morning before hand, but because his roommate’s snoring got even worse. Poor guy would’ve have been at the construction site just then if he wasn’t afraid he’d fall asleep while using one of the CATs. Despite this, it would have been highly improbable that this was what she had had in mind.
He was dressed in one of those gothic Lolita style outfits. Lace everywhere on the blouse. High, high stockings. A little more make up than usual was added to compensate for the bags under his eyes. One of those skirts, you know he kinds He even had one of those impossibly tiny hats clipped to his wig. This was only the third time he had ever dressed like this outside of his room at home or his dorm while his roomie was out. However, this was the first time he was out in broad daylight without the reassurance that he wouldn’t be killed.
Thinking about it all, he tried to reassure himself that he was safe, taking a deep breath.
He hadn’t gotten beaten up or yelled at yet, so he began to think that he was doing a pretty good job… so far. During the pageant, one thing he learned from the girls was moderation. In walking, for example, if he didn’t put enough into his walk then he’d just look like a guy in a dress. Too much and he’d look like a drag queen. He had to think a lot less about it than he used to. It was a long walk from the dorms, but he could still feel The Holy Goat’s presence; he would be alright if he had to go racer. The hood was at Teruo’s place, where he had the car. He might be worried, but Haruko knew he didn’t like anyone touching his car. Nobody would even breathe near it under her watch. His shoulders relaxed a bit, but felt even worse.
The sign across the street stopped saying “Don’t walk” Reluctantly, he obeyed it’s next order to walk.
It’s a big city. I won’t run into anybody that I know. It’s a big city. I won’t run into anybody that I know. It’s a big city. I won’t run into anybody that I know.
Midestride, he felt something. A hand. A hand grabbing. A hand grabbing his bottom. He freezed, his eyes bugged out. He didn’t have to train himself to scream like a girl.
“Kyaaaaaa!!!”
He didn’t react right, and huffed upon realizing this. By the time he turned around, the crowd was already moving with full force. He’d have to go with the flow or get pulled off by the wave, so he did. There was no time even if the dirty wanker could be found in the crowd.
“Hey!”
“Miss!”
He could here them already, and by the time he made it to the other side of street, they surrounded him. A handsome buisnessman, a geeky looking highschool student, and twentysomething who looked like he dressed himself in the dark. All smiled stupid grins. It was possible that at least one of them genuinely thought “the young lady” was traumatized and needed someone to council here. He’d done it before, but that didn’t make him any less suspicious. He wanted to forget it ever happened and move on. And being on that end receiving eng, he mused that he’d stay out of a woman’s business whenever than happened. Who was more annoying, the molester or the gallant men?
“It’s alright-”
“Miss, I saw what hap-”
“Are you oka-”
“You know, it’s very easy to hear each of you when you’re all talking at the same time,” the “miss” said dryly, did a modest curtsey, and then proceeded to run like hell.
A block down, he’d found a bus stop, not that needed a bus. He practically collapsed on the bench.
“Ah! I’m such a bonehead!” he grumbled the moment he finally caught his breath. At the same time, he buried his head in his hand yet again. His acrylics nails dug into his scalp. It had occurred to him earlier that they’d probably let him in Joe Blo style, his stuff in a backpack, and that he’d find likely a place he could change once he go there. No, but that would have made sense. THAT would have spared him all the trouble. He still had a lot to learn.
Standing at the Kuronosuke looked like an owl, if he spin his head all the way around without killing himself, he certainly would. He was alert and paranoid, but also looking for a sign that read “Pink Elephant Bar and Grill“. He has to know his surroundings. His shoulders were tensed up to the point that they were aching. The irony was that he the reason he cleared his schedule that afternoon was for a chance to relax. Haruko had been worried about him. He hardly had any sleep the previous night. Not because he didn’t study his bum off for the test that morning before hand, but because his roommate’s snoring got even worse. Poor guy would’ve have been at the construction site just then if he wasn’t afraid he’d fall asleep while using one of the CATs. Despite this, it would have been highly improbable that this was what she had had in mind.
He was dressed in one of those gothic Lolita style outfits. Lace everywhere on the blouse. High, high stockings. A little more make up than usual was added to compensate for the bags under his eyes. One of those skirts, you know he kinds He even had one of those impossibly tiny hats clipped to his wig. This was only the third time he had ever dressed like this outside of his room at home or his dorm while his roomie was out. However, this was the first time he was out in broad daylight without the reassurance that he wouldn’t be killed.
Thinking about it all, he tried to reassure himself that he was safe, taking a deep breath.
He hadn’t gotten beaten up or yelled at yet, so he began to think that he was doing a pretty good job… so far. During the pageant, one thing he learned from the girls was moderation. In walking, for example, if he didn’t put enough into his walk then he’d just look like a guy in a dress. Too much and he’d look like a drag queen. He had to think a lot less about it than he used to. It was a long walk from the dorms, but he could still feel The Holy Goat’s presence; he would be alright if he had to go racer. The hood was at Teruo’s place, where he had the car. He might be worried, but Haruko knew he didn’t like anyone touching his car. Nobody would even breathe near it under her watch. His shoulders relaxed a bit, but felt even worse.
The sign across the street stopped saying “Don’t walk” Reluctantly, he obeyed it’s next order to walk.
It’s a big city. I won’t run into anybody that I know. It’s a big city. I won’t run into anybody that I know. It’s a big city. I won’t run into anybody that I know.
Midestride, he felt something. A hand. A hand grabbing. A hand grabbing his bottom. He freezed, his eyes bugged out. He didn’t have to train himself to scream like a girl.
“Kyaaaaaa!!!”
He didn’t react right, and huffed upon realizing this. By the time he turned around, the crowd was already moving with full force. He’d have to go with the flow or get pulled off by the wave, so he did. There was no time even if the dirty wanker could be found in the crowd.
“Hey!”
“Miss!”
He could here them already, and by the time he made it to the other side of street, they surrounded him. A handsome buisnessman, a geeky looking highschool student, and twentysomething who looked like he dressed himself in the dark. All smiled stupid grins. It was possible that at least one of them genuinely thought “the young lady” was traumatized and needed someone to council here. He’d done it before, but that didn’t make him any less suspicious. He wanted to forget it ever happened and move on. And being on that end receiving eng, he mused that he’d stay out of a woman’s business whenever than happened. Who was more annoying, the molester or the gallant men?
“It’s alright-”
“Miss, I saw what hap-”
“Are you oka-”
“You know, it’s very easy to hear each of you when you’re all talking at the same time,” the “miss” said dryly, did a modest curtsey, and then proceeded to run like hell.
A block down, he’d found a bus stop, not that needed a bus. He practically collapsed on the bench.
“Ah! I’m such a bonehead!” he grumbled the moment he finally caught his breath. At the same time, he buried his head in his hand yet again. His acrylics nails dug into his scalp. It had occurred to him earlier that they’d probably let him in Joe Blo style, his stuff in a backpack, and that he’d find likely a place he could change once he go there. No, but that would have made sense. THAT would have spared him all the trouble. He still had a lot to learn.
