Memory 01: Bowl of warmth(open)

[SHIYUU YAMAMOTO]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Hlcpz.png);][STYLE=float: left; border: 4px solid #dfdfdf; width: 100px; height: 100px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px;] WORD COUNT: ---- TAGGED: Open NOTES: Bold represents the present. This is only a memory for Shiyuu. He' still in the hospital asleep. LYRICS: GHOST OF ME, DAUGHTRY[/style][STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 300px;letter-spacing: 2.5px;]DON'T LOOK OVER YOUR SHOULDER, 'CAUSE[/style] [STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 300px; ; letter-spacing: 2.5px; padding-right: 10px;]THAT'S JUST THE GHOST OF ME YOU'RE SEEING[/style] [STYLE=padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 5px; font-size: 20px; font-family: times new roman; text-transform: uppercase; color: #333333; background-color: #dfdfdf; letter-spacing: 8px;] IN YOUR DREAMS [/style][STYLE=float:right; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/31dY3.png); color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.7; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-top: -4px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10.5px; line-height: 11px; border-left: 1px dotted #dfdfdf; width:310; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify;]The man was in a hospital bed, machines were the only sound in the room as he slumbered. In his sleep he had a memory passing by. One of few he remembered as he tried to wake up. Shiyuu finally found the thing he was looking for, Hagakure Ramen. The only place he eats when he's alone. Tsubomi had gone over to a friend to have a sleepover so that left him with a night all to himself. It has been so long since he had once of those, a night to himself. Its like without Tsubomi he didn't really know what to do with himself. So he decided to come out and eat something. "How long has it been since I had a night for myself." Shiyuu sighed to himself. He sat on one of the seats as he chose what he was going to eat. It was one of his favorite beef noodle bowl. As he waited for his food to be ready he thought about his life. His main motivation is Tsubomi but it is times like this he wished he had something to keep himself busy. He was absolutely bored out of his skull. He wasn't the one to watch TV, he liked to listen Tsubomi sing. As he kept thinking about it most of his life revolved around Tsubomi. As the warm bowl of noodles sat in front of him he took a pair of chopsticks and began to eat.[/style] [STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 310px; ; letter-spacing: 2.5px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: center;]CODED BY ACRYLIK ON BTN![/style]

[HISAYO NAKAI]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2m6vdcm.jpg); width: 450px; box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #999999;, bTable] [style= margin-top: 10px; background-color: #EE52A7; padding: 15px; font-weight: 100; color: #eeeeee; font-family: helvetica neue; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 19px; letter-spacing: 0px; font-size: 26px;]21st CENTURY GIRL[/style][style= margin-top: 05px; background-color: #EE52A7; padding: 5px; color: #eeeeee; font-family: helvetica neue; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: 0px; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 15px;] 648 words [/style][style=position: relative; right: 40px; top: -15px; float: right; width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 8px; background-color: #EE52A7; margin-top: -80px;][/style] [style=width: 400px; background-color: #f9f8f8; overflow: auto; font: 10px Tahoma; padding: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 393939; opacity: 0.7; -moz-opacity: 0.7; ] “What do you think? Why do you even need to ask that? Yeah yeah, the fuck I care about any exams anymore. Hahahaha, he did? Bitch please, he should know by now to be surprised if my ass is actually in my seat.” Several pedestrians edged away from the young woman who spoke like she was trying to project her unaided voice to fill an auditorium. There was no telling what it was like to be on the receiving end of her phone conversation, not that Hisayo would have bothered to lower her volume if asked to. Although she had no real destination in mind, she broke through the crowd with quick, long strides, essentially on auto-pilot as she continued talking. “None of your fucking business. You jealous thinking that I had fun without you? Oh hold up, you’re about to explode from envy then, I see an open seat at that ramen place. Yeah it’s ‘that’ ramen place, why the hell else would I bother trying to tell you?” She pulled the phone away from her face for a moment and waved her arm in the direction of the food truck, loudly berating anyone who even passed by the traveling restaurant. ”Yeah keep moving, that’s my seat right there! Get out the way! Don’t even think about taking that spot.” To emphasize her claim on the vacant seat, Hisayo practically threw her purse onto the small counter. She plopped herself down and immediately crossed her mostly-bared legs, her high heels intermittently knocking at the side of the truck. ”Yeah, gimme a Special #1” she said quickly to the order window before gluing her phone to the side of her face once more. ”I dunno, I might go tomorrow, depends on what I feel like. You know, for shits and giggles, to see if anyone’s gonna be like ‘you couldn’t make it yesterday but today you can magically show up no problem?’ Me? I hope so, I didn’t work this hard just to be second to last. If there’s someone else who is number forty out of forty we’re going to have an issue here. Oh yeah? Didn’t you know? It’s not easy to be dead last okay, nobody gives us any credit for what it takes to get where we are. We’re the unsung heroes of the educational system, I’m telling you. Alright, my food’s here, I’ll talk to your nasty skank self later. See you, buh-bye.” She removed her purse and gave a loud, inappropriate groan as the bowl of noodles was pushed towards her. However much she looked forward to digging in, the truant still found time to pose with her meal and take a gratuitous amount of pictures with her cell phone, varying her pose and expression with each snap shot. No doubt they’d all be posted on her blog later on. When Hisayo had satisfied her narcissistic urges, she finally removed a pair of chopsticks and loudly slurped away, having foregone using a spoon entirely. With an alarming lack of table manners, she sent droplets of broth flying all around the bowl as she gorged herself. At what seemed like a third of the way through, she lifted her face from the bowl to dab a napkin around her mouth. ”Hey, what are you looking at huh?” she said to the older man beside her. ”You don’t have to make it so obvious that you’re getting your kicks looking at a sexy lady like me. If you’re gonna stare at me the whole time like that you could at least pay for my meal so I can feel less gross about what you’re imagining right now.” These were completely false accusations that she had made up on the spot, of course, but if it meant getting a free meal she had no problems with putting Shiyuu on the spot like that. [/style]

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[SHIYUU YAMAMOTO]

Oct 23, 2012 1:13:29 GMT -5 SHIYUU YAMAMOTO said:

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Hlcpz.png);][STYLE=float: left; border: 4px solid #dfdfdf; width: 100px; height: 100px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px;] WORD COUNT: ---- TAGGED: Hisayo, Open NOTES: Sorry for the lateness of this post, had computer problems. LYRICS: GHOST OF ME, DAUGHTRY[/style][STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 300px;letter-spacing: 2.5px;]DON'T LOOK OVER YOUR SHOULDER, 'CAUSE[/style] [STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 300px; ; letter-spacing: 2.5px; padding-right: 10px;]THAT'S JUST THE GHOST OF ME YOU'RE SEEING[/style] [STYLE=padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 5px; font-size: 20px; font-family: times new roman; text-transform: uppercase; color: #333333; background-color: #dfdfdf; letter-spacing: 8px;] IN YOUR DREAMS [/style][STYLE=float:right; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/31dY3.png); color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.7; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-top: -4px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10.5px; line-height: 11px; border-left: 1px dotted #dfdfdf; width:310; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify;]Shiyuu was enjoying his bowl when he heard someone rushing in and sat down before someone else could do so. He glanced at the woman as she talked as loud as her voice let her it seemed. He tried to ignore her. It was getting harder as she started to take photos of herself and the bowl of noodles. He shook his head and wondered if he was like that at her age. Highly unlikely, since around that age his only concern was Tsubomi and now one else. He didn't have the luxury to be as wild and reckless as this woman. He looked away and began to eat again when he heard the horrible slurping sounds that came from the young woman. Well at the moment it looked like some wild animal was trying to eat from it. She was dropping stuff everywhere it was not a very pretty sight. But he has seen worse table manners so it didn't bother him at all. ”Hey, what are you looking at huh?” Shiyuu raised an eyebrow and continued to look at his bowl, before he finished it and order a second one. He then looked at the woman, he saw that glint in her eyes. So that was how she wanted to play? Then he would play just as dirty. It was almost an insult what she is doing. ”You don’t have to make it so obvious that you’re getting your kicks looking at a sexy lady like me. If you’re gonna stare at me the whole time like that you could at least pay for my meal so I can feel less gross about what you’re imagining right now.” "I'm sure, though sexy was the farthest thing from my mind." Shiyuu chuckled. "More like disgusted with your eating habits, if anything you owe me a meal for grossing me out." If she thought that he was an easy prey then she is gravely mistaken. He will show her that he is not another one of her victims. She would really need to try to make him fall for it. He wondered what would this woman say next. [/style] [STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 310px; ; letter-spacing: 2.5px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: center;]CODED BY ACRYLIK ON BTN![/style]