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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.
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.