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Ikeda Kiriko | 池田 妃凛子 ([info]apathyisboring) wrote in [info]disappear_rpg,
@ 2009-08-11 18:10:00

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Entry tags:kiriko, open thread, plot, team

Party Time!
Who: Everyone who heard, basically.
What: Kiriko's Party
Where: Event hall by the dorms
When: 8pm Saturday
Why: Birthday celebrations!

The party's turnout was roughly as expected, and the presence of such a lively crowd was enough to make anyone (but especially Kiriko) thankful for the fact that the event hall had air conditioning. Tables were scattered about, some of them holding food for the guests and all of them clear of the dance floor. A school-aged boy with a nervous look to him was at the head of the dancefloor acting as DJ and doing a reasonably good job at keeping everyone pleased, mostly by way of immediately playing any song requested that had not been previously blacklisted by Kiriko. A karaoke system and open mic were set up, but no one had gotten quite drunk enough to approach the stage yet. The much-fretted over decorations had gone up last minute and the sparkling blue butterflies dangling from the ceiling or stuck to walls here and there caught and reflected the dim light.

Kiriko sat at the head table with a gaggle of girls, several from 1-A, and was chatting and laughing easily with them. She was keeping a sharp eye out for anybody who looked like they might break something or cause other kinds of trouble, occasionally turning from the conversation to crane her head and look out over the partygoers, but seemed quite pleased and relaxed nonetheless.



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[info]daioujou
2009-08-13 08:03 pm UTC (link)
Kouchisei was similiar to Toru in how he felt about parties - that they were strange and unfamiliar, and that he didn't know how to refuse invitations. Relationships. Social status. He frowned and massaged the back of neck. Knowing people made things complicated. He wasn't fond of being held to a timetable and preferred choosing what to do and where to do it.

In short, he was frightened stuff.

And in the next moment, he was stumbling. A cry of dismay came from his lips, "Ah!" and he was pulling himself left to remain upright. He turned his gaze on whoever it was and felt himself shiver. This was his personal space!

"You... Toru-kun." He didn't quite know how to react. His tone had started cold, but it warmed considerably.

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[info]2dbeauty
2009-08-13 08:11 pm UTC (link)
Toru did not relish the prospect of people bumping into him. That was the thing about isolation: human contact was that much more startling when one was avoiding it. But his awkwardness and unawareness of the presence of others made it fairly unlikely that he'd continue his isolation. As it was, Toru was bound to bump into somebody. Literally. The unintentional contact with Kouchisei made him take a half-step backwards.

"K-kouchisei-sempai! Hello!" His tone was less of enthusiasm and more of surprise. At least it was a fellow Persona-user. "How are you?"

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[info]daioujou
2009-08-14 12:40 am UTC (link)
He glanced left and right, figuring the distance between himself and others was enough that he could spot people approaching and make an exit.

"... I'm not sure what I'm doing, really. I only came to give her this." He waved the blue-wrapped present he'd been holding behind his back. "And you?"

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[info]2dbeauty
2009-08-14 01:57 am UTC (link)
He suddenly felt far more awkward, and acutely aware of the folly of him being at a party. What on earth was Toru doing there? Even Kou, who seemed to be fairly socially awkward himself, seemed more natural here.

"I... see..." In response, he produced the envelope that contained his gift to Kiriko. "I... really don't know what I'm doing here, either. Well, this present..." He sighed. "And... I figured this would be a chance to, you know... work on correcting my mistakes."

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[info]daioujou
2009-08-14 02:04 am UTC (link)
Seeing Toru - hearing him, even - getting increasingly upset made Kouchisei soften his face and tone. Was Toru braver than he thought? Both of them, who shared more in common than most of the others in their group, probably understood each other better. Thoughts of that monster were quickly stomped on and he focused quickly on the envelope.

"The present isn't the important part. It's the fact you're here."

When Kouchisei tried to sound comforting, he couldn't get the words out without speaking like he normally did. He sounded a little softer, seemed warmer, even. But he was still straight.

"... She'll like it."

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[info]2dbeauty
2009-08-14 02:34 am UTC (link)
The change in Kouchisei's outward presence was something that Toru normally wouldn't pick up on at all. He wasn't exactly good with other people, and often had trouble noticing subtleties like changes in demeanor. But for some reason, he noticed the changes in Kou, and he appreciated it. Maybe it was due to the similarities in their natures. He couldn't really be sure.

"R-really? I..." He didn't have any words. He doubted there was any way he could respond properly, in fact.

"I really hope she does. A-and... I think she'll like whatever you got her." He resumed looking at his feet, mostly to cover up his massive embarrassment.

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