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Tweak says, "it's just life, don't worry"

James Ross (firefoxx) wrote in nosuchplace,
@ 2008-12-28 23:50:00

Entry tags:

daiyu wei, james ross

Friday: November 2, 2007
Who: James and Daiyu
When: Late Afternoon
Where: The Art Shop
What: Never read something that isn't yours.

James really didn’t know the two people that had passed away the day after Halloween, but he felt awful for them. Death was a shitty thing. Not that he knew or anything since he was alive. How could he know about death if he was alive? But he imagined the whole getting killed thing wasn’t pleasant. He knew he didn’t want to die crapping in a diaper, but he didn’t want to get his throat slashed or something. Just the thought of that made him touch his throat in discomfort.

He felt like doing something with his room, he needed to do things to take his mind off gross things like people getting killed, so James headed into the art shop. When he entered it appeared no one was there. However, there was a comic book on the counter. it looked like one of those Japanese ones because James couldn’t tell if the story was going forwards or backwards. He never understood why the story of those manga things had to be so technical.

He propped himself on the counter and began to read the small text. The girl looked pretty badass. She was some street car racer.

“Top of the corvette down, hair blowing furiously in the wind, that’s when Yuzia was free. When danger was yelling at her in the face, was telling her to give her life up that was when she felt serene.” James looked around him and laughed.

"Could totally be like a Herbal Essence commercial.” He turned the page and kept reading the manga that was apparently a work in progress because the next page wasn’t colored.

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psychometric
2008-12-29 12:01 am UTC (link)

Halloween was supposed to be fun. Daiyu thought it was fun. In fact she didn’t remember anything other than her sister bringing her home half naked before she fell asleep. She knew she met someone who was a complete asshole but a wonderful lay. She just couldn’t remember his name for the life of her. Not like she cared. She shouldn’t really be concerning herself with the name of some jerk when she was more concerned about the safety of the sanctuary.

The psychometric wished she had gotten out more. Though it would have hit her harder to have known Kaiya and Faye, it still would have been nice to have known what she had lost among the many citizens of Elysium.

Now with two people dead, she actually worried about her sister and thought about checking up on her. She was quite sloppy with her work today and though usually good with her doodling she was actually drawing a blank. Maybe now was a good time to check up on Jia.

When she went towards the counter she saw someone reading the manga that she accidentally left out. It was one of her worst works that was hardly finished.

“What the hell are you doing!?” She marched over to the a stranger and ripped the manga from his arms. “Just because something is on the counter, it doesn’t give you a right to read it!” Ugh, she even still felt like she had a headache from all the alcohol she consumed way back on Halloween especially when asshats like these guys were around. They were everywhere.

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firefoxx
2009-01-03 07:03 pm UTC (link)

James jumped when he heard the voice of an angry female. Oh shit. It wasn’t just kind of a dainty “Hey stop that” kind of angry. This girl seriously seemed pissed off. He looked down at his hands that were spread apart like he still had the comic book in his grasp. “What me? I well. You see you shouldn’t leave crap like that on the counter than.” Oh, bad wording. “No-Not that it’s crap or anything, I just meant that if you didn’t want anyone to read your Japanese whatever you wanna name it. You really shouldn’t leave it on the counter like it is a pick of the day. It’s totally confusing. I mean, I thought. I thought maybe it was showing some kind of stuff people could do with the tools here or something.”

Christ, this girl looked like she could kick his ass and he was near biting his lip so hard he felt like it could bleed. “You should maybe have a warning sign. Like ”don’t touch the shit on the counter that’s not really shit, but the word shit makes it more important” He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck. He was really trying here to unscrew himself over.

“Uh..nice work though. I’m not sure if I like the intro. But the art is off the hook.” Off the hook? What the fuck was he talking about?

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psychometric
2009-01-07 05:53 pm UTC (link)

Oh god Another one of those rambling idiots. It fucking figured. “Crap?” She started to interrupt him during his stumbled words. Though she admitted that her work wasn’t the best, she didn’t like some idiot telling her that what she did sucked. He didn’t seem like he knew the scruff on his face from his ass right now. “You bet it’s not crap.” She sternly stated though his frantic correcting. If he didn’t correct himself she would have punched him.

The psychometric set a hand on her hip, a huff escaping her lips. “I shouldn’t have to put up a damn sign! It should be pretty obvious that if there is something lying around that seems to be something owned by someone else, don’t touch it! Do you think that an open comic book would be for sale or something?” She pointed to her own head. “Where the hell is your brain?” Yeah, right now he was screwed over.

But when he tried to say her work was off the hook, she snorted a laugh. “God, that was so lame. I don’t think I have heard that saying since I was still crapping in my diaper.” She tossed at him, chuckling in amusement. “That’s as bad as off the chain.”

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firefoxx
2009-01-14 10:46 am UTC (link)

Well at first James thought he was totally fucked, but now it appeared he was doing better. She laughed when he made his ridiculous “off the hook” comment and he laughed slightly along with her. Was it safe to do so? Well, he would know if he still had his nuts after the fact. “Well you know, just trying to save my ass from being lit on fire. I’m sorry. I’m just one of those idiots who never gets the obvious.”

He cleared his throat giving off the annoying idiot with a name. “James. My name is James. Not Bond. I mean as you know I am not smooth enough to be deemed worthy to have that title. But it’s James. The comic book is cool, I swear. I just..the shop has so much cool stuff I guess maybe it was an example of what people could do with the things here. I mean people go back to thinking this place is meant for medieval times. But the stuff here is quite modern.”

He was thinking of picking up some paint even to paint his walls a mean shade of blue or something. He’d probably get it all over his room and shit, but oh well. It was a fun project to think of.

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psychometric
2009-02-02 05:00 pm UTC (link)

Once things were cool with Daiyu, it was totally cool to laugh with her. Sometimes she just got a little over the top with shit if she felt offended. Especially if it was her art. “Don’t worry; now that I know you are a fumbling idiot, you are safe.” She teased bluntly. “But on the plus side of things, I won’t light your ass on fire because I am not a pyro.” She wished she was though, that would be one hell of a way to scare people off. They deserved it if they pissed the psychometric off. She wasn’t one to fool around.

“James, I am glad you aren’t James Bond. Because that would mean that he is on a losing streak. Not to mention he isn’t as short as I remember. Or not as sexy.” She was teasing; she didn’t want him to feel bad about himself. “My name is Daiyu. It means Jade if you want to be geeky and call me Jade.”

She could understand what he was saying about the shop. “Yeah, yeah. I get it. I was expecting maybe carriages and shit too. But the place is as impressive as hell. I love it at times.” She tapped her hands on the counters. “So like, what can I get you? Not to sound like a fast food place or some shit.”

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