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[remy]

we're sick like animals ,

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we play pretend, you're just a cannibal and i'm afraid i won't get out alive.
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ueno park was beautiful in the spring - a majestic land brought forth from a fairytale. the sakura blossoms, pink and new, would occasionally fall, scattering on the ground as if to gallantly introduce all passersby. tourists and locals alike milled about, snapping photos of the trees, dogs pulling on leashes and children running, delighted to be out and free. a lovely scene, a break from the street lights and obnoxious automobiles of the city.

rin hated it.

it was a dreamland in the dark of night, a sacred ground on weekdays. there was no running then but hushed conversation, movements stifled as if to keep from angering the hand who had painted such a masterpiece. it was calm, it was peaceful, and she could sit there for hours, hidden beneath a tree, simply observing.

saturday evenings, however, were terrible, loathsome. each cry of happiness was a knife in her ear, every flash of a camera was murder on her eyes. the throng of bodies, someone always much to close, invading her space; everything was too much, and she felt vaguely sick, irritated, irrational. she just wanted to go home, to curl up on her couch with her beloved kitten, to forget about work, dress pants, and starched shirts - but first she had to get through the park.

she yelped, feeling her shoulder collide against another's, nearly dropping her laptop case. her light eyes hardened as she turned, lips drawn back in a snarl, glaring from under her curtain of dark hair. problem?

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LYRICS[/color][/size] animals, neon trees.
TAG[/color][/size] open.
WORDS[/color][/size] whee.
NOTES[/color][/size] just leave me here to die.


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[AKIYAMA TAKUMI]

Rin was not the only one who disliked the park's current state - although Takumi generally did not like the park even when it was completely empty. No, he just hated Japanese nature. He knew that on some level he was meant to connect with it and admire it - it was the pride of the nation, after all. 'Look at us!', people would say. 'We have all this beauty right in the centre of our busiest cities!'. Yes, indeed, there was a park. But in Takumi's eyes it was not beautiful.

Maybe he had spent too much time obsessing over European landscapes. Maybe since returning from his year abroad, he was now more foreigner than Japanese. That... was probably a problem. He should fix that. Somehow. Go to a hot spring, or something.

Takumi had never been very good at multi-tasking. Not only was he a man, which already put him at a disadvantage, but he was a very single-minded type of man; he couldn't concentrate on more than one thing at a time, and right now he was concentrating on how to get back some of his Japanese-ness. So he wasn't exactly paying attention to the people around him, and to be fair many of the others on the street weren't exactly doing their bit either.

So he didn't really pay much mind when he bumped in to someone. It was happening quite often, and in a crowded place like this, who would really mind? He almost didn't hear the (rather angry) "Problem?" voiced by whoever it was he had just walked in to. It was a good thing he did head, though, and pause just long enough to realise the voice was familiar; because when he turned and saw her, well frankly, he realised just how important apologising would be.

"I-I'm sorry! Please forgive me! I wasn't looking where I was going!" Rushed words, with slight exclamation, but still not rising above a normal tone - God, how had he managed to be so blind? It was his superior, and not only that, but the scary one - the one who always looked like she was angry and going to rip your head off. He liked his head, he was quite attached to it; hopefully things wouldn't end too badly.

[remy]

we're sick like animals ,

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we play pretend, you're just a cannibal and i'm afraid i won't get out alive.
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though her gaze didn't waver as he turned her smile did, dropping into a mere displeased frown - not at all unusual. he seemed familiar - light hair, light eyes, taller than her, intimidated. a high school student - maybe the artsy business child? loyal, controllable, look at how he pleads forgiveness. she suppressed a smirk, brushing the accident away with a wave if her small hand. it was an accident, yes? no harm, no foul. she shrugged her shoulders - that was what normal people did right? it was a harmless gesture, one that said, 'look, i couldn't kill an ant, see how i let everything just flow off me?' or, at least, that's what her books on genial body language and gestures claimed - pulling the case strap back onto her thin shoulder. she cast a weary glance around them, baring her teeth at a child that got too close, before turning back to the boy.

you are akiyama-kun, yes? you should tell me about yourself - what you study, what you are skilled at, things like that. whatever you like , if you have the time. just don't be boring.

there - she was interested and she had vocalized so, politely. she crossed her arms over her chest, hugging herself as she twisted, ever so slightly, from side to side. that was the most she'd ever said to him - a lowly member in the gang, not much use but that could change quite easily - and the most she'd said that day, having answered her client with nonchalant humming or monosyllable words and the occasional growl of leave me to work, you imbecile. the crowd was pressing in on her, filling cool air with their body heat, brushing against her in a hateful way. she couldn't risk moving out of the din, though, where everyone could hear the quietest whisper.

her last 'project' hadn't lasted. akiyama, however, was interesting.

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LYRICS[/color][/size] animals, neon trees.
TAG[/color][/size] open.
WORDS[/color][/size] whee.
NOTES[/color][/size] just leave me here to die.


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[AKIYAMA TAKUMI]

Crap. Well, she wasn't exactly angry, but perhaps even worse, she was taking an interest - what did that mean? Some kind of complicated process of revenge? He was almost tempted to give her fake details, but knew that she'd eventually find out, and the situation would be even more grim for him when she did. No, it was better to play it safe, tell the truth and take whatever he had coming at him like a man.

"I-I'm aiming to get in to Tokyo University, Ms, to study Global Economics." Not that he really wanted to, of course, more that his father was pressuring him in to it - to take up the family business, and all that. But he had the feeling she wasn't exactly interested in superfluous details, especially when they made him look like a bit of a pushover. "I, uh, I'm..." What should he say he was good at? Loitering? Avoiding school work? Winging English exams? Stalking pretty people? Somehow he didn't think she would be too impressed with any of those. "I'm not really good at anything." A slight bow, eyes down, trying to look as unthreatening as possible. That would work, right? He hated having to demean himself like that, but desperate times called for desperate measures.