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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
2008-06-06 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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