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Hayate Ishikawa (splitimpulse) wrote in nosuchplace,
@ 2009-09-25 13:14:00

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adela goodwin, hayate ishikawa

Monday: February 11, 2008
Who: Hayate and Adela
When: Late Afternoon
Where: The Woods
What: Sometimes an escape to nature is good.

Despite the overcast skies above his head, Hayate felt more at ease than he had in a long time. His freedom tasted better than it had before his incarceration, and the case against him had been completely dismissed for some reason. He was not about to question it; it was good thing, and he was thankful for twist of fate. It was hard to imagine someone like him could be thankful for anything, but it came along every once in a while when good situations dropped into his lap. Right now, the world was looking up for Hayate Ishikawa, and he walked along a clearing until he reached a moist forest path, looking up at the sky as a drop of water fell from a leaf and hit his forehead. Rarely did he find appreciation in the smaller things, but it brought calmness instead of annoyance on this day.

His hands were deep in his pockets, a light coat of length hanging down to his thighs and swaying in the wind. It had been a long time since he visited the forest, and it occurred to him as strange. He once visited this place often upon the early months of his arrival, finding the wilderness to be more to his liking than the company of people. Somewhere along the way, things changed and he did not question it.

Hayate shook the idea from his head and took a deep breath as he cleared his mind. He came out here to not think, not to spend his time thinking. Passing by one of the trees, he held out his hand and allowed his fingers to run along the bark of the oak. It still felt damp from recent rainfall. He paused, looking up the tree and considered for a moment to ascend it and sit amongst its branches. It was the fae blood in him that longed for these places of the world, these quiet and secluded spots of nature. Too often he ignored the feeling or repressed it, but it never meant it went away completely.

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nemoral
2009-09-29 07:27 pm UTC (link)

There were good days, and there were bad days in Adela's life. Generally it was the days where everything went by so fast that she didn't like. She was a slow creature by nature, just taking things in and working at her own pace. But everyone else seemed to just want to go go go. She was trying her best to keep up with everyone. Today was one of those days that she needed a break. She wasn't working and didn't expect to have any visitors, which was just fine with her. Sometimes she needed some time by herself.

The time by herself lead to walking alone in the woods, getting back to her roots. She always felt at ease, there in the woods. And in the best of ways it reminded her of her father, and all of the time she'd spent growing up in the woods in France. It made her not miss him as much, as if she were connected to him here. Walking through the trees, she sensed someone else in the woods, but figured perhaps it was just one of her kindred spirits. Of course when she saw who it was, she couldn't help but look surprised. And pleased of course.

"Hayate?" she questioned, peering from around one of the trees, just in case it really wasn't him.

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splitimpulse
2009-10-01 05:32 pm UTC (link)

Familiar faces remained a hard find in these days and times, and the voice speaking his name sounded like he had heard it before in some distant memory. He glanced over towards the direction of the voice and saw the most peculiar face. Hayate knew her once in France when he was still a traveling man, but it was decades ago. She was one of those pure spirits, a free spirit of nature, and one of the few good people he could say he ever kept company with. They had not known each other for very long, but he had been on the move again at the time and lingering was not in his habit.

“Adela,” he said, a hint of surprise in his voice. It was hard not to miss the fiery red hair from in between the tree branches, and he stepped forward a few paces out of curiosity. Every once in a blue moon—in fact, it had only happened two or three times in his long life—he came across someone that he was capable of keeping complete calmness around. Adela had been one of those people, simply a friend in rare times.

“I wouldn’t have thought you were still alive,” Hayate revealed honestly, and it was not meant with any sort of malice. With so much time since they last saw each other and the state of the world today, he would be surprised to see any familiar faces at all.