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道明寺司・Tsukasa Domyouji (the_almighty_me) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-05-30 16:34:00

Entry tags:

arrival, ayla, complete, day 1, tsukasa doumyouji

Who: Doumyouji and Ayla
When: Day 1, Midday
What: Doumyouji's arrival and subsequent greeting
Where: Foyer of the resort
Rating: PG? (Subject to change)
Status: Complete

This, Doumyouji thought as he stared at the building, his expression one of a well-practised glare, was most definitely not where he had intended on being. He didn't even know what or were this was. He had carefully (or rather, as carefully as he was prone to doing) instructed his driver as to where he had wanted to go. He'd wanted to visit Tsukushi (it had seemed necessary at the time, but all thoughts relating to that matter had more or less abandoned him once he'd got out the car and found himself facing some kind of... place). Turning back to where the car should have been - he'd just got out of it, after all - he found himself facing absolutely nothing. (Well, 'nothing' wouldn't have been entirely accurate; he just wasn't facing what he had intended to face).

Expression flickering for a moment, he glanced around somewhat wildly, looking for any sign of the car; he hadn't heard any tell-tale sign of an engine starting and running, or the sound of tyres against... Some kind of loosely stoned ground. Kicking at the stones irritably, he reached a hand into a pocket, withdrawing a phone. Flicking it open, he cycled through the numbers before finding the one for his driver (he didn't care if the man was driving. There would be hell to pay if he didn't pick up).

"The phone you have tried calling appears to be outside your current net-"

Letting out a loud noise of irritation, he was overcome with an urge to lob the phone as far as he possibly could away from him (it would have been really satisfying for all three minutes, but then he'd have to find the thing and that didn't appeal at all), before deciding against it. Dropping his arm back to his side, he shoved the phone back into his pocket. Someone had better explain this, and explain it well. This didn't even look like Japan; he certainly wasn't in Tokyo, that was for sure, and what was also certain, was that it didn't take twenty minutes to drive out into the middle of some miscellaneous piece of countryside.

It occurred to him that this might have been some kind of elaborate prank (although quite why someone would want to play such a prank on him, he had no idea; this seemed far more effort than it was worth). There were the other three members of F4, and if it were something to do with them, unless they had a very, very good reason for doing it (such as life threatening, for example), their lives would be threatened, that was certain. If it weren't them, it left Tsukushi, but that was simply ridiculous which only left... His mother.

The only problem with that, was that it was entirely possible, and if it were her, it wouldn't be a prank, it would be something more along the lines of 'you're not doing what I want you to do; you (and Makino) are going to pay for it'. At times, he really hated his mother. Hopefully, though, if it were her, she hadn't decided to block his credit cards. That would just be uncalled for and frustrating, and would leave him stranded here.

Walking up to what appeared to be the entrance to the place (he had already decided he didn't like it), he pushed the door open and strode inside. Without bothering to look for a reception, or anyone manning said reception, he chose to go down the more obnoxious route (which, he decided, would be particularly apt if this was something to with his mother).

"OI! What the hell is going on?" He yelled, before standing in the middle of the foyer with a particularly impressive scowl on his face, waiting for someone (anyone) to answer him.

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the_almighty_me
2008-06-01 04:05 pm UTC (link)

A slight frown crossed his features when she stated she didn't know Tokyo, or Japan, but refrained from saying anything (after all, he didn't know where her 'valley of the horses' was).

At her reply to the issue of money, Tsukasa huffed slightly, and glanced away from the table. He'd have rather he had to pay, and have people he liked here (or, indeed, not have to be here at all), rather than the reverse. He wondered what they would think about the whole thing; after all, it wasn't like him to simply go missing. They would look for him and then... What? F4 would no longer be four, and Tsukushi would... Pressing his lips together in a thin line, he almost stood up and stormed out of the restaurant. He would have, but he didn't know his way around the place and getting lost wasn't something he was fond of, particularly as it would lead to (probably) encountering someone, and a roundabout conversation leading to the fact that he was lost emerging. "If the planet wants us to live here, why doesn't it gives us the things that would actually makes us want to live here", he muttered. Words had never been something he was good at, even when it came to complaining (or even simply voicing his opinion).

As the plates were brought to them, Doumyouji carefully inspected his salad - after all, if someone who was made of rock had made it, he wanted to make sure it actually looked edible before attempting to eat some of it. After deciding that he supposed it might not kill him, he glanced curiously at Ayla's plate, before returning to his own. He wasn't sure if it wasn't something he would brave eating (not here, at least); his looked a lot safer. Admittedly, the duck might be hit and miss, but it was primarily salad, and how wrong could one go with salad? Picking up his knife and fork, Doumyouji ate his food somewhat cautiously, somewhat hoping that Ayla wouldn't take too long. There was only so much stilted conversation one could put up with.

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_ayla_
2008-06-01 07:32 pm UTC (link)

Ayla raised a brow at the huffing from across the table. She wasn't used to having food provided for her. She had to work hard for it, hunting, butchering, spitting and cooking. She had to harvest grains, dig up roots, dry leaves and meat for future use. There were no refrigerators, freezers or the like in her world. She had been unnerved by the idea of being given food without having to work for it. And she enjoyed working for it. She enjoyed the thrill of the hunt and keeping busy.

But, in the last few days, she'd gotten used to it. As their plates were brought out and set in front of them, she looked over at the salad that had been set in front of Doumyouji. It was interesting, like nothing she had ever seen, except perhaps the greens. And she had never had duck. They didn't exist in her world. Not yet, anyway. But the meat looked like fowl, kind of the way hers looked. And her food looked delicious. And smelled like heaven. She ate with her fingers, as utensils hadn't been invented, either.

She put the meat in her mouth and chewed, closing her eyes to relish the flavor of it. She ate quickly. She was used to it. She had always had something to do, and eating quickly meant she had more time for other things. She wiped her fingers on her napkin when she was finished and looked over at the young man to see how close he was to finishing. She wanted to show him where his room was and maybe get the hell away from him. He was not very pleasant company at all. And Ayla wasn't difficult to please.

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the_almighty_me
2008-06-02 11:36 am UTC (link)

Glancing up from his salad at Ayla, his eyes widened as he saw that she was eating with her hands. He pulled a face and returned to his own food, silently wondering whether she'd washed her hands before eating. He'd always been taught that eating quickly was a sign of bad manners (he wasn't even going to go near the idea of not using utensils), and so whilst he wasn't necessarily a slow eater, he was by no means as quick an eater as Ayla appeared to be. At least she used a napkin, he noted, eyes flickering back over to her.

As he finished, he placed the knife and fork to one side on the plate, standing up and pushing his chair under the table. Glancing down at Ayla, he shoved one hand into a pocket. "Are you ready?" He asked, glancing towards the exit of the restuarant. He'd already decided that the less time he spent near men made from rock the better. He hoped they wouldn't come across any on their way to the rooms. Idly, he wondered just why the place was decorated and built in the manner it was. Whilst it was vaguely impressive (or, he imagined it would be if he personally hadn't seen more impressive buildings), it was hardly something that he would have thought of as the most ideal and amazing building for housing people from all over the place.

After a brief pause, he glanced back at Ayla. "What are the rooms like?" He asked. He hoped they would be furnished decently (although judging from the building thus far, he couldn't help but think that his idea of 'furnished decently' was entirely different to whoever had furnished this place), and large, with a decent array of items. If he was expected to spend an extended amount of time here, he expected the place to be good. Not that he'd know who to complain to if it wasn't up to his standards.

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_ayla_
2008-06-02 01:22 pm UTC (link)

Ayla was conveniently unaware of his look of shock when she began to eat with her fingers. She was a cavewoman, and had no idea about modern etiquette or manners. She came from a time when doing things a certain way meant survival. If she ate quickly, she had more time to do things that would mean living another day, another season, another year. To do things any other way, might mean death.

She stood up when he did and nodded in answer to his question. She took the initiative to exit before him, not because she was a woman and it was her right (Ayla had no knowlege of such things), but because she knew where she was going, and he did not. She remembered the number etched into his key and so she headed for the respective lodging unit. She walked quickly, but gracefully and soundlessly. She walked like someone who did not want to be seen or heard. As a hunter, that was a necessity. Scaring off a potential meal meant you didn't eat.

She returned his glance, but looked away when their eyes met. She could not bring herself to look at him for long. So engrained in her was the idea of men deserving defference and respect that she could never look a man in the eye. Even after her time with Jondalar, she still found herself looking down instead of at him. He didn't like it, either. "The rooms are like what you want them to be like." She didn't bother to explain any further. She felt that was explanation enough.

She entered the lodging unit ahead of him and walked her graceful pace down to his room. She gestured to it. "This is yours." She stood back, knowing that she would be unable to enter unless invited. She had the distinct feeling he would not be inviting her in, and even if he did for some strange reason, she would have to decline. She had things to do. She wanted to hunt, and she didn't want to spend any more time with a young man who thought he was better than her because he came from a different time and place. If he had landed in her world instead, it would be quite a culture shock, she knew. In this place, other than being without his friends and family, she knew he would be more than comfortable.

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the_almighty_me
2008-06-06 02:13 pm UTC (link)

((ooc: Apologies for the late reply; RL decided to become busy and I had to unexpectedly pack and travel for six hours.))

Following her out of the restaurant, Doumyouji couldn't help but think that she really wasn't the most talkative of people, and the manner in which she kept avoiding his gaze was mildly frustrating to say the least. It did cause him to wonder whether there was something about him that made her want to avoid his gaze, or whether she was just like that with all people. If he'd been more concerned, or perhaps more observant, he might have been impressed with the quiet, swift manner in which she walked. As it was, he didn't notice (nor have any call to be impressed), and his own shoes made a soft clacking noise against the floor underfoot.

Eyebrows furrowing together at her answer about the rooms, he stared at her back for a few moments, trying to make sense of her answer. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he followed her in silence, still attempting to envisage just what she meant with regards to the rooms. He got the distinct feeling, however, that no matter what he might like to say, and whatever was on the tip of his tongue, would have been pointless. He imagined that if she had been going to elaborate, she would have done so already. As such, Tsukasa settled for walking behind her, feeling more than a little irritable and not the least bit impressed by her supposed answer, amongst other things.

As she stopped outside a room and informed him that it was his, he glanced at the number on the door and pulled the key he'd been given out of his pocket. Pressing his lips together, he walked over to the door and inserted the key into lock. Wrapping his hand around the door handle, he paused for a moment and tilted his head to one side. Sighing audibly, he looked noticeably uncomfortable for several moments. After what appeared to be a moment of internal debate, he muttered a quiet 'thank you' before pushing open the door to his room.

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_ayla_
2008-06-06 09:27 pm UTC (link)

Ayla had lived alone for far too long before she came to this place. After being exiled by the Clan, she had lived alone in her valley for three years with no human contact until Jondalar had come along. He had taught her to speak verbally, but she still wasn't used to it. The Clan language of speaking with hands came more naturally to her. And if someone wasn't speaking to her, she didn't feel the need to speak. She didn't know that it sometimes made people feel uncomfortable.

When Doumyouji stared at her, it unnerved the young woman. She instantly dropped her eyes. She bit down on her lip and then shook her head. She knew that it was alright to look a man in the eye. Besides, he wasn't Clan. It wouldn't matter. He wouldn't know that it was unacceptable for a woman to make eye contact with him. She looked up and stared at him, waiting for him to ask her a question. Waiting for him to say something. He had been just as quiet as she had. And it was awkward. Ayla knew she was no good with people, especially people that weren't Clan. She didn't fit in, and she didn't know what customs she was violating. But she couldn't know unless someone told her.

When he didn't say anything, she stepped back and waited for him to open the door and go inside. She hoped that he liked his room, but if he didn't it would be his own fault. He was the one who dictated what it would look like. She nodded. "Is there anything else I can do for you before I go?" She paused a moment, but she was shocked when he actually said something. And it was something nice, if not completely sincere. "You're welcome." Ayla smiled, and it was radiant.

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