Tip of the Tongue [Open]

[YOSHIRO MOTO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; background-color:#f5f5f5; border:1px solid #efefef, bTable][style=width:368; height:15px; background-color:#e9e9e9; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; font-weight:bold; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:6px; color:#707070; text-align:left; float:left; padding:2px; margin:2px]i'm no hero[/style] [style=border:1px solid #e9e9e9; background-color:#f0f0f0; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; letter-spacing:1px; color:#858585; text-align:justify; padding:20px; margin-bottom:8px]Welcome to Sunshine Park! Sunshine seems a little dim today though. Clouds? They aren't that bad. No, the cause is a rather depressing looking kid sitting on the bench alone unlike the many other's who were roaming about and actually having fun. What was his problem? There were a couple actually. First of all, he's not a kid. He's actually seventeen and doesn't take too kindly to being mistaken as such. So those who think that might as well abandon that mindset right now. Then again, who could blame them? It was sadly becoming a habit he was growing much too accustom to. That didn't mean he had to like it though. It was rather insulting actually. Especially with how much he had worked to prove he wasn't just some child and, at least in his opinion, actually prove more mature than most so called adults. His occasional tantrums whenever his buttons were pushed too far haven't been too helpful in that argument however... His other problem. Typical drama is what he'd categorize it as. Thinking about it now, he couldn't figure out how he let it get to him so easily. But he couldn't deny it. He was pretty lonely. He had little to no one to actually keep him company, let alone any people he'd actually want to endure their mere existence just to get rid of the horrid feeling. So he was pretty screwed. But he should be used to it now. He knew that fact very well. Which is why he couldn't figure out why he was so dissappointed whenever his parents decided not to show after promising him they'd go out and enjoy a day like a family should. Maybe he was just too stressed out. Admittedly he'd been bottling up an abundant amount of emotions in regards to not only Highschool but also working at Sakura with a bunch of 'fellow' delinquents. He still couldn't understand why he was even going through this rehabilitation crap. But that was another thing to muse about another time. He sighed at the thought as he rubbed his temples and sat back against the bench, eyes narrowing at the reminder that his feet barely grazed the ground. Damn his genes. It wasn't like he needed more annoyances to deal with. There was at least one thing he could look forward to. There was barely anyone here. At least not in the area he was occupying. Which was very appreciated. It was the exact reason he was even here. To get away from everyone. Ironic he was doing this just cause he wanted to get over his loneliness. Hey, he might have been intelligent but when it came to petty emotions like this, he still had more to learn. Obviously. Though he wasn't sure if it was worth knowing. Seemed too complicated and mushy for his tastes. He rolled his eyes at the thought before pulling out his cell, checking the time. He still had a few more hours before dark. Good thing too. He wasn't ready to go home. But at the same time, he didn't want to stick around too long and risk walking home alone at night. Getting attacked twice might seem slim but you never knew around here. And he definitely didn't want to test these odds. He frowned a bit before sighing as he put away his cell. Leaning back once more, he lifted his face to the sky with his bright green eyes closed for a moment or so as he tried to relax. It wasn't like anyone was around to bother him, right? "With my luck..." he began with a groan, not even bothering to finish the sentence. Don't want to risk it now, do we? [/style][style=width:100px; height:100px; border:1px solid #b7b7b7; background-color:#f5f5f5; float:left; padding:2px; margin:2px][/style][style=border:1px solid #e9e9e9; width:250; height:94px; background-color:#e9e9e9; font-size:9px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px; color:#707070; text-align:right; float:left; padding:5px; margin:2px; overflow:auto] words: 624 tags: open notes: sorry for the crap post. feel free to annoy him as you please ;][/style] [style=width:368; height:15px; background-color:#e9e9e9; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; font-weight:bold; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:6px; color:#707070; text-align:right; float:left; padding:2px; margin:2px]guilty as charged[/style]

[style= font-size:9px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px]LAIKA of BTN and OTE[/style]

[YUKO UENO]

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Yoshiro Moto

636

Had to change my posting template.

[classy=scroll] Sunshine Park… Yuko wasn’t sure why her feet had taken her to such a sunny place when she wasn’t exactly feeling sunny herself. She felt like someone was sticking needles into her heart and her face felt hot as if she were blushing. Yuko figured this was just from jogging for 3 miles so far. In most cases, a normal girl would consider the heartache she felt after facing the cruel reality that life isn’t a fairy tale. Facing up to the fact that she wasn’t a princess and no fairy godmother was coming to give her a pumpkin ride to happily ever after. In her case, the heart pangs also meant that she was pushing her luck. Her heart condition was stable but the fact that she had had a fever that morning was causing her body to be a little slow on the upkeep. Despite that, she had gone out on a jog by second nature. She had gone jogging, hoping to clear her head but it had only given her time to dwell on what was bothering her in the first place. She tried to keep her somewhat slow pace as her thoughts drifted. Her blonde hair wasn't tied back like usual. Instead, she left it down to do what it wanted. If it got too annoying she had planned to tie it up but she hadn't reached that point yet. The breeze was nice enough to keep it from getting into her line of sight. Yuko looked up as she jogged on. The clouds were moving slowly above her back towards the way she had come. The short girl didn't understand why they fascinated her so much but they did. She decided that she needed to give her heart a break and maybe in that time she could sketch something. Her bag with her sketch pad and pencils was on her back secured tightly so as not to bounce around while she jogged. Today she wore simple baby blue jogging shorts and a white tank top. If it weren't for her lower height, most would think she was a college girl out for a jog but because of her height, she was often seen as a middle schooler who had developed earlier than others. Sadly, she was becoming used to the amazed reactions when she told them that she wasn't 12 but 16. She wondered what it would be like if she were the average height. Would she be considered sexy rather than cute? Yuko couldn't help but smile pitifully up at the sky at that thought. Who would ever find her sexy? Her thoughts drifted to Yuri as she came to a stop and put her hands on her knees to catch her breath, the dull pangs in her heart giving her a warning that she wasn't listening to. Would he have been more accepting if she were more appealing? She knew that she was pretty enough to get admirers but they usually say her as pretty and cute. To expect anything else was downright hopeless. She couldn't help but get depressed that the one guy she had pinned all her hopes on hadn't wanted the burden. How could she have been so foolish to think that he would want an arranged marriage to begin with? Her breath was coming in and out in gasps; she just couldn't seem to catch her breath. She brought her hand to her chest willing her heart to stop hurting and to beat properly. She felt hot but also numb and light headed. That was when she collapsed. Her violet eyes closed as if she was falling asleep and she fell to the ground. Her lungs kept trying to get air as she lay on the ground unconscious with a pained expression on her face. [/classy]

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[YOSHIRO MOTO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; background-color:#f5f5f5; border:1px solid #efefef, bTable][style=width:368; height:15px; background-color:#e9e9e9; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; font-weight:bold; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:6px; color:#707070; text-align:left; float:left; padding:2px; margin:2px]i'm no hero[/style] [style=border:1px solid #e9e9e9; background-color:#f0f0f0; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; letter-spacing:1px; color:#858585; text-align:justify; padding:20px; margin-bottom:8px]One thing he supposed he could be thankful for was the atmosphere. Sure there was quite a few noises be it honking horns from the littered streets outside the park or the occasional high pitched yells from the playing children which caused him to cringe every so often but he was alone and things were oddly enough peaceful. The breeze was gentle and the sun kept everything bright albeit a little on the warm side. Oh well. It was still better than moping around in his house all day. For once he felt relaxed and it actually made him feel a little better for a change. For those few moments. He was broken from his trance when his phone began to ring, the look of content replaced with his usual emotionless expression as he pulled out the cell again. It was from home. Perhaps the maids were getting a bit worried after he'd just run off like he had. He didn't bother to answer it though, dropping the call immediately and even going further to shut it off completely as he sat up and stretched out a bit. "Might as well get moving.. Wont be surprised if they try hunting me down." he mused to himself as he stood. "So annoying." he complained, pulling his pack's strap over his shoulder before he set off. "It's kind of getting hot. Might stop for an ice cream along the way." he thought out loud to himself. There was the chance some stupid girl would spot him and call him a cute little boy again but he'd cross that bridge when he got to it. Of course, he hadn't anticipated a bit of an obstacle in the way. He froze mid-step as he came upon the scene, brows lifting in surprise as his eyes rested on the girl collapsed on the ground. "H-hey!" he called out to her, a bit of foreign concern in his voice as he made his way over to her. Unusual for him? Definitely. He was apathetic sure. Maybe seemed a little indifferent to those around him. But he wasn't completely heartless. And seeing as there was no one else around to see her, he didn't really have the option to just ignore her and leave her to someone else's care. Even though she definitely would have been better off if someone else were there to come to her aid. Yoshiro knelt down beside her, lifting her up enough to get a good look at her face. She was Yuko Ueno. From the school. "Hey? ..Are you alright?" he continued worriedly as he shook her shoulder a bit, trying to wake her up. She was burning up and after brushing her hair out of her face and grazing her forehead, felt like she had a fever. "Dammit..." he muttered. How could someone be so stupid as to let themselves pass out from the heat like this? He sighed at the thought as he pulled her up to her feet, supporting her as he made his way to a nearby tree to get her into some shade, lowering her down to the base of the tree once there and letting her rest against it as he tried to cool her down with what little resources he had. [/style][style=width:100px; height:100px; border:1px solid #b7b7b7; background-color:#f5f5f5; float:left; padding:2px; margin:2px][/style][style=border:1px solid #e9e9e9; width:250; height:94px; background-color:#e9e9e9; font-size:9px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px; color:#707070; text-align:right; float:left; padding:5px; margin:2px; overflow:auto] words: 547 tags: yuko notes: way to make a liar out of my post template xD he's not a very good one tho .o.[/style] [style=width:368; height:15px; background-color:#e9e9e9; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; font-weight:bold; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:6px; color:#707070; text-align:right; float:left; padding:2px; margin:2px]guilty as charged[/style]

[style= font-size:9px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px]LAIKA of BTN and OTE[/style]

[YUKO UENO]

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Yoshiro Moto

603

Election day distracted me!

[classy=scroll] Yuko groggily opened her eyes. She heard someone calling out. Her only guess was that it was aimed at her. Her violet eyes looked towards the recipient of the voice, just barely catching a glimpse of a boy. She couldn’t make out his features. Her eyes fell closed, her chest hurt but she could feel the ground under her and it wasn’t comfortable. She faded out and came back to when she felt someone lifting her. She heard his voice but it took a moment for the words to register. She opened her eyes and looked up at who she guessed she had caught a glimpse of before. Yuko gave a weak smile as if he was an old friend even though she knew for a fact that she didn’t have any idea who he was. The small blonde nodded slightly, which only made her dizzy. “I-I think so…” Her voice sounded strained as if she was tired. Yuko felt like she was in a furnace and in a tub of ice at the same time. His hand felt very nice on her forehead. She wanted to ask him to keep his hand there because it felt nice but she couldn’t bring herself to say it. Yuko heard him curse under his breath but she didn’t respond to it. Here she was once again feeling like she was burdening someone else. She felt completely useless. It bothered her that she kept getting in others way. She used him as support as he helped her stand and brought her to some shade which really helped. Her breath came in and out a lot easier than it had been and her heart was pounding so hard. Now she just felt like she had a really bad cold and a headache. She probably scrapped a knee but other that she just had the sense that she just needed to rest. Her eyes opened again and this time she was able to keep them open, except for her usual blinking. “S-sorry, I don’t usually faint when I jog. If you have somewhere to be you can just leave me here. I just need to rest.” She didn’t sound convincing even to herself but she couldn’t bring herself to point that out. Yuko just didn’t feel like she could handle another person thinking that she was hopeless and couldn’t watch out for herself, even though the evidence was VERY stacked against her. In the past few days she had not only managed to fall on her face, faint and get a cold but also be attacked in a shady neighborhood by a pervert only to run into someone she was tied to that wanted nothing to do with her, or at least that was the feeling she got. Yuko hated the fact that she was seen as just unwanted and burdensome. It sucked to be the damsel in distress. Especially when she realized that she fit that profile so well. Why couldn’t she be strong? Was it genetically impossible because of her gentle beauty of a mother or was it the fact that from the moment of her birth that she had been born with a heart condition that would handicap her forever? Maybe it was too much to ask for to be the heroine even once. Yuko brought her hand to her head as it throbbed. She hoped she hadn’t fallen so hard that she had a concussion because that was the last thing she wanted to explain to her dad. Though at this point he was going to freak out regardless of how injured she was. [/classy]

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