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Post by MARUMARU ITSUKI on May 27, 2012 6:53:43 GMT -5
No. No no no no no, this was not happening. How could he be so stupid? How could he have left home without noticing? Itsuki, in a blind rush caused by a late night and sleeping through his alarm, had left for the day without his wallet. There were several things he could do about that - he could walk all the way back home, but that took effort, and after a dismal morning of not understanding a thing in his lectures, he would much rather take the second option.
That is, sit on a bench by the main thoroughfare and sulk.
Why? Why was life out to get him? He was already dead tired and starving; why did this have to happen as well? It's not like he had wanted to go out the night before. He'd been practically dragged along, despite his very empathetic protests to the contrary, and now look where it had gotten him. Itsuki contemplated calling someone for help, as he sat thee slouched over and absent-mindedly checking the updates on his phone (a reflex reaction whenever he was in public on his own). But who? His brother was probably busy (and would laugh at him, he knew it), and he was pretty sure all his friends were still in class.
No, the only way out of this mess would be to actively do something about it. To get up, walk home, and get his wallet. This realization hit quite hard, and in fact just decreased his motivation to actually do anything about it. No, instead the twenty year old was just going to sit there and sulk like a child, his head lying heavy in his hands as he let out a quiet cry of defeat. |
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Post by cardigan on May 27, 2012 20:12:06 GMT -5
In a dreary attempt to escape the mood of the cloudy and forlorn afternoon of work, Haru decided to gallivant around town, far far from his work duties. His pessimistic attitude only intensified the gloomy day, which seemed as though all it needed was a bit of rain to make it even more terrible. Glancing up at the darkening clouds, his forcast may have been coming true. Not many people liked to hang out in a calm before the storm, but it was his favorite part. The winds began to commence and converge as they grew to call out warning howls. Haru felt the most at ease before a storm, warm and cool air supporting him. However, they were only small gusts now, small bursts of air that whisped around sullenly.
Usually being quite apathetic, Haru glanced at an odd-colored head. Although he didn't care what the person's problem was, his feet started to protest from his long walk. Plopping down next to the troubled male, Haru tried his best to ignore him, but uncharacteristic curiosity caused him to break an awkward silence. Still facing forward, he asked the uncomfortable question, "Bad day?"
There could be numerous things going on in the guy's life, a breakup, parental divorce, etc. It wasn't like Haru even cared, he was just feeling charitable today, and who knows, maybe a calm conversation with a stranger could do him some good.
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Post by MARUMARU ITSUKI on May 28, 2012 6:52:41 GMT -5
He jumped. Quite violently. And who wouldn't? Even the bravest of men can get caught off their guard sometimes, and isn't that time always when they were weary, and not at their full strength? Itsuki wasn't exactly brave, no, not at all - but he was very tired, and that was as good a reason as any for his heart to jump at the smallest provocation. The stimulus in question was a voice, a male one, coming from a place where (the last time he had checked), there ought to be no-one. Anyone would be shocked at something like that!
"You know those days when you just don't want to exist? It's one of those," he finally replied, pushing his head up with some effort and looking at the stranger who had given him such a shock. The surprise had worn itself down, and now Itsuki was simply tired again - tired, and hungry, and slightly curious. The boy (man?) didn't look all that familiar, but then again, this was a large University, and he couldn't expect everyone on campus to go to his classes. "I'm sorry, who are you? Do you go here?" He asked, all too familiar with the awkward small-talk with strangers that came with spending so much time confined in such a small space.
He really hoped it wasn't someone he was supposed to know. Itsuki had never been one for faces or names, being more of a background person himself, and not a very observant one at that. In an instant the fear hit him - that fear of the social faux-pas of forgetting someone you should, by all rights, know very well. It happened too often to count, and it never stopped getting awkward. He sincerely hoped today would not be one of those days. |
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Post by cardigan on May 28, 2012 9:32:22 GMT -5
Haru snorted softly as the form beside him flinched with such a force that it was not certain that he would even remain sitting. He patiently waited for him to regain his composure to answer the question. A day you wish you weren't even alive? Haru supposed that everyone felt that way once in a while. Nodding slowly, he kept his gaze level to the pavement. The frame beside him had gradually calmed to the point of relaxation, or at least as relaxed as it could get, but a few questions danced through Haru's head.
That's right, where did he end up? Looking around a bit carelessly, he assumed it was the campus by the question, shrugging, he answered. "I'm Manabu Haru. I don't go to this particular.. er. Well. No. I don't. I'm working on that project a couple blocks away, I think," despite his growing up around here, Haru still hasn't been able to connect well with people or find his way around easily. He's always been a bit socially awkward and directionally challenged, and he was already regretting sitting next to this kind stranger. The fact that he just made an idiot of himself made him feel more stupid than he felt by default.
After realizing that he probably should ask the guy's name in return, he resisted the urge to drop his face into his palms. He was usually more composed, but today he was just out of it. "It'd probably be safe to assume that you go here?" Still, he hadn't asked the unfamiliar person's name, but he decided it'd be up to him whether he wanted his name to be known or not. Either way, it didn't bother Haru, he just kind of wanted to get this mistake over with so he could be on his way.
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Post by MARUMARU ITSUKI on Jun 10, 2012 2:03:08 GMT -5
Itsuki, in between his thoughts of how hungry he was getting, began to wonder why, exactly, you would be at a university if you did not have to be. Maybe it was just his jaded third-year self, but there was just something soul crushingly depressing about being in an institution of learning: that no matter how hard you struggled, no matter how many caffeine-fueled all-nighters it took to complete even the most difficult of assignments, you would never be good enough.
He had never really wanted to end up in a place like this, with all the pressure and stress and coffee addiction, at least, he hadn't until he'd got it in his head to be a doctor. If he'd decided against all this, where would he be now? All the trades sounded far too hard - he'd probably be at home living off his brother's generosity.
"Ah - yeah, I do. Marumaru Itsuki." He extended a hand to the not-so-stranger (because one can not be called as such if you know their name), a polite smile on his face. "I, ah, I have a break at the moment! I'm not slacking off or anything," he added quickly, aware that to some he probably indeed looked like a slacker, wasting good money on an education that was getting nowhere. He did work hard! Sometimes! When he wasn't so hungry! |
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Post by cardigan on Jun 10, 2012 8:03:29 GMT -5
Taking the hand of the new acquaintance, Haru nodded, his usual concrete cold expression remaining uncracked. After the slightly awkward handshake was over, Haru reclaimed his hand and set it back down to his side. "Ah, nice to meet you then, Marumaru-san," the adult scanned the campus that surrounded him, and was surprisingly filled with envy. Most kids would whine and cry about going to school, but because he had dropped out in the middle of his senior year due to fighting and not getting well with other kids in general, he hadn't been able to experience the wonders of college. This particular school looked quite expensive as well, nothing that his mediocre family funding could afford, even with scholarships (which he would probably not even get anyways).
Looking at the student, who seemed to be almost guilty of something, he nodded. "I'm sure you wouldn't pay so much money to party. You don't really seem like that kind of guy," not that Haru knew the kid, but Itsuki seemed like the type to spazz out if he lost his homework assignment. But, anyone can be deceiving with a quick smile and politeness about them.
"So, what's so bad about today?" deciding that it'd be more awkward to discontinue the small chat than to continue it, Haru went on. Although he was generally a grumpy man, he disliked seeing others in distress. Slumping back into the bench, he criticized himself mentally. What was he even doing? It wasn't like he could help any anyways, with only a highschool education, he couldn't help write an essay on history's engines or anything like that, and hell, he wasn't a therapist.
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Post by MARUMARU ITSUKI on Jun 10, 2012 20:08:28 GMT -5
'You don't seem like that kind of guy', he'd said. At that, Itsuki couldn't help but let out a slight laugh. Oh, if only he knew just how he'd made it to this point - there were plenty of people in his life (or, rather, who had been in his life) who would probably contest that very loudly. But that was all mostly in the past, and it was kind of this relative stranger to assume he was any kind of decent person.
"Yeah, I'm a great guy," he said, still chuckling, leaning back on the bench. He reached absently to scratch his shoulder, or rather, the point where his real self ended and the machine started. His parts were getting old, and they hurt at times, but all things considered, it wasn't that bad. At least he had direction, and was doing more with his life than he had been years ago, as an idiotic high school kid. Maybe he was a better kind of guy now than he gave himself credit for.
But would a studious, serious kind of person let themselves fall in to a mess of a day like this?
"Well, I kind of left everything important at home. My money, my cards, the lot." He grinned sheepishly, because he knew it was a kid's mistake to make, and he really had no excuse as to why someone his age could be silly enough to make it.
I've just got to work up the motivation to walk all the way home so I can afford to eat today, but it's just so hard, you know?" Manabu probably didn't. Since he looked around the same age, and already had a job and a career and everything, he was probably incredibly reliable and would never do something so scatterbrained.
"I guess I could call by brother instead, but..." he trailed off, not seeing the need to finish. "...but I guess I should stop complaining and just get off my ass, eh?"
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