新本澄志 (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} missingpieces) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} idrisacademy,@ 2010-01-26 00:30:00 |
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What: Broken cameras! Karaoke! Fighting! And really wild things.
When: Saturday the 23rd, morning->... some later point in the day?
Where: Idris town (by the port hub), and then... SOMEWHERE WITH A KARAOKE BAR.
Rating: SFW (language)
Saturday morning saw Kiyoshi up bright and early, dragging himself out of bed despite all his body's protests. He'd finally gotten to bed at eleven the previous night, but the noise outside had made it even more difficult for him to fall asleep than usual. But he was used to forcing himself to wake no matter how tired he was, and for this morning, he had plans. Having showered, dressed, and gotten all of his photography things together, he left the dorms and headed into the town without any further ado. The invigoratingly fresh air quickly stripped him of his grogginess, although he was still yawning not-infrequently even by the time he reached the outskirts of Idris.
It wasn't ridiculously early, and most of the shops were open, but nonetheless there was next to nobody around, not even students making their way to the port hub for their weekend trips. Maybe everybody was hungover, Kiyoshi thought with a bitter laugh, as he stopped at the corner in front of Zouk! and looked around. He spent a minute or two just standing there, rubbing the back of his neck and contemplating his options. There were a few places in town he'd been wanting to photograph for a while, but all of those hypothetical shots depended on the presence of people as props. So that left the coast and ocean.
But just as Kiyoshi turned to go in the direction of On the Rocks, something in the opposite direction caught his eye: a splash of bright colour in the snow on the opposite side of the road down by the port hub. Strange that he should even notice that, when it was so small and distant, yet for that reason he took it as something he shouldn't just ignore. Maybe it would be one of those lucky, random and unlikely coincidences of a million tiny factors into something good. So, with another wide yawn, he trudged forth. As he drew close, he saw that the colour - what would, dry, no doubt be a pale but vivid pink - was a hair ribbon crumpled and crushed into the ground. The cause of its loss was quite clear: there was a snow angel there at the side of the sidewalk, precise and well-formed, with the ribbon lying right by the head. Further away, the port hub rose up, all polished brick and shadowed alcoves. In contrast with the sun striking off the expanse of snow before it, blindingly brilliant...
Something good indeed.
Before long, though, it became apparent that things weren't going to go according to plan. Kiyoshi had fetched out his camera, but all he got from it was a series of half-hearted clicks and... nothing. "Seriously?" he said to the thin air, staring down at it. Perfect. Just perfect. As the reality of it sank in, he released a stream of under-the-breath curses. The camera had been his mother's, and - he couldn't even really wrap his head around the idea of it being broken. He couldn't accept it. A few minutes of probing around, checking parts and trying all the tricks he knew, produced no results. "Great," he muttered, shaking his head, then rocking back briefly on his heels and raising his gaze up to the sky, as though glaring up at an unseen deity. With short, obviously angry movements, he started to pack the camera away, aiming an absent kick at the snow angel as he did so.