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Ikeda Kiriko | 池田 妃凛子 ([info]apathyisboring) wrote in [info]disappear_rpg,
@ 2010-01-10 17:55:00

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Entry tags:open thread, renju

Obon Obon Obon Obon Obon
WHO: Everyone
WHAT: Obon
WHERE: The Shrine
WHEN: Obon
WHY: It's Obon!



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[info]pinksunbeam
2010-01-12 01:46 am UTC (link)
Misaki wandered around the festival with a bubble blower in hand and blew them as she went along. She felt some what happy as she flittered about the people watching them celebrating and thinking how much fun it was going to be later when she got to go to Kou's house for a party. It was a first for her. She never had been invited to a friends party.

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Day two of Obon
[info]pinksunbeam
2010-01-12 08:22 pm UTC (link)
Misaki sat down on the river bed and danged her feet over the edge. Holding the bubble jar in her hand she gently blew them out sending them floating slowly for the edge of the river. She could see people setting up for the lanters tomorrow night to signify the end of the festival and she wondered if those that were floating would miss the attention that they got now.

Pushing up a loose strand she watched the walkers as they wandered down the bridge walk way toward the over hanging brigde on the river to watch people below setting up. It was a happy time, and a sad one.

She pulled a flower from the boquet she had with her and put it in her hair. A single Casablanca lily, and leand back to blow her bubblies up in the air.

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