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Kazuya Arai (puppetofhisown) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2010-01-09 22:04:00

Entry tags:

kojima, shou

Who: Shou, Kojima, and whomever else likes parks.
What: Shou.
When: ???
Where: Park
Why: Shou.

There was something to Parks. Parks were great. Parks were quiet. Parks were usually desolate. Parks were where you could do whatever and nobody would give a shit. Well, most of them. You didn't really come to a park to break things, light shit on fire, and drink. No, the most usual amount of steps was to first was to walk there, drive there: whatever. Then, the second step was the easiest. You just stayed there. Sometimes you went to think, to read, to enjoy the bounty of nature. Whatever kind of metaphysical propaganda that was placed neatly into your head. Shou went for thinking.

There was a lot to think about lately. Thankfully, nothing he thought about was much worth dawdling on. He had a healthy supply of food, drink, narcotics, entertainment.. Life would have been perfect for anyone else. Could've been better for him. Lately, things were just getting boring. He'd been fired from his last occupation, this time was a record. Two months at the same place. Once more unemployed. Not that it really.. mattered. He had enough money flow to keep him alive for the rest of his days. It was more of a time absorption thing. It was something to do. Something to keep him busy. Now, he just need something else to keep him busy. And that was the second reason he was here.

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backstageprince
2010-01-10 06:25 am UTC (link)

Fuyuki slowly was walking through the park. He technically prefered the fall, the summer was hell for him. Hot stuffy and also the dry season in terms of work. Sure there were the festivals but still, the work he normally did was resigned to lighting and presentation of a mixed varitiy of sounds and sensations. Taking a long sip of his drink, coffee, today with hazel nut and Irish cream, he proceeded to admire the branches that left lingering shadows on the sidewalk. Where he a man of any artistic merits he would have stopped and drawn them out with chalk, but he wasn't and the idea of doing so seemed to be silly.

The sophomore only lifted his gaze when he heard a familar voice near by and looked up to see Noriko talking to a man that was, older, then her, by a few years, he was sure, talking with her. Normally he wouldn't care who she talked to, her business and all, but something about the situation made him want to watch it more carefully. He wasn't sure if she needed some help, but just in case, he made sure that she could see him, should the need for an out arise.

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