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Shirai Reizo | 白井 雷三 ([info]some_other_dog) wrote in [info]disappear_rpg,
@ 2010-01-24 02:33:00

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Entry tags:kou, kozue, misaki, reizo

Ducks.
Who: Reizo, ???
What: Duck feedin'
Where: Park
When: Uhh, some time that isn't intrusive to anything going on.
Why: Because ducks.


It had been a nice day -- the sun had rambled up high into the sky and grinned down fierce enough to loosen neckties, cajole the fairer sex into shorts and skirts, cause a few daring individuals to break open the local fire hydrant, and send topsicle sales through the roof.  A few people grumbled over the heat, but the prevailing wind kept the teeth out of it and their complaints.
    Reizo was something of a grumbler by nature, but he was smart enough to keep to the high ground where the winds could find him, or to the shade when available.  He’d been lucky enough to find a spot with both after poking around the park, and was now something of a regular.

Reizo sat on a bench, long arms slung over the back and head reclined, wriggling a topsicle stick between his teeth and staring up into the leaves of the tree he was sitting under.  Occasionally he’d lift a hand up towards the tree and turn it ‘round in the dappling shadow and peer hard at it, lips curled down in a frown.  Other times he’d take a call, flipping open his phone and rumbling short and sweet into it, but mostly he reclined on the bench, looking at the tree or his hand or the kid’s baseball game in the field behind him or at the pond.

The pond was small and well kept and across the stone walkway from the bench.  It glistened lazily in the sun, lapped gently at its shallow shores, and kept its fat, feathered inhabitants happy.  Ducks drifted on its surface, quacking sporadically, sending up small ripples that slid smoothly across the glossy top, distorting the reflections of the sun and tree.

Reizo hunched over, long legs jutting up into the air and hands dangling between them, watching the ducks swim and waddle just at the edge of the pond.  He reached to the brown bag at his side, bag crinkling as he reached inside, and produced a loaf of stale bread.  He broke off a piece, considered smushing it in his hand and doing his best to peg a duck with it, but settled on tossing it on the bank and watching the duck’s scrabble over to it and squabble with one another to get it.


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[info]anthesphoria
2010-01-24 07:19 am UTC (link)
Kozue was cutting across the park, on her way to the topsicle stand—she had been out with friends at a movie, and now, on her way home, the heat and the sight of people passing by with the sweet, fruity, frozen treats had triggered an awful craving. She knew where the stand usually was on warm days; somewhere near the duck pond. So she was cutting across the lawn, keeping an eye out for the bright-colored umbrella and the cart.

She'd been wearing a sweater in the movie theater—they always over-airconditioned—but now she was warm enough that she'd tied it around her waist. It looked a bit odd wrapped around a skirt, but it was comfortable, and wearing it or carrying it would have been too annoying to bother with. Especially since she didn't think she'd run into anyone. (Kozue always thought that. It was often awfully wrong.)

She came down the hill towards the pond, still looking around, stomach rumbling, as she pondered what flavor to get (grape was winning out over melon but only slightly), when she caught sight of all the ducks on the pond making a fuss. They were swimming, high speed, for one spot, and quacking. She stopped, and then laughed when she saw a small piece of bread go flying out of a beak, to land in the water with a small, quiet splash, as one duck tried to tear it out of another's mouth and only ended up losing it for the both of them. They each rushed it, along with three or four pondmates, and the squabble started anew. It was a wonderful scene—how picturesque.

She pulled her sunglasses (the huge huge huge ones she'd bought with Oubai) off of her face and nested them in her hair, so she could watch better.

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