Inspiration

Color

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((Well. Here goes nothing.))

In the lounge, there was a battle. It was a fierce war between the thin, glossy pages of magazines and the old rusty scissors the left jagged edges. Paper bits flew! It seemed it was a losing battle for the shiny paper pages, as their defense had been tossed aside.

One by one, the pictures of the too-skinny models in the too-glamorous clothes fell away. Momoko didn't really like those. She was an eater, and she had some extra baggage that she was proud of! Momo was aiming for the jeans. Back in her home Japan, she was never really 'allowed' to wear jeans, but the denim fabric had stuck on her when she reached the Americas.. or wherever this island was.

Armed with the rusty scissors, her music player, and her sarcasm, Momo worked away at the stack of magazines beside her on the couch. They were all fashion magazines: Elle, Vogue, Cosmopolitan. She phished them from her dorm when no one was there. Of course, she might get into trouble for it, but, hey, she was more worried about the paper bits all over the floor.

(( :biggrin: ))
 

Ritzu_Shoma

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Eliot was attracted to the lounge by the interesting smells and sounds he found walking past it on the way to the caves. (where i plan to rp next-ritzu) The traces of sweat, the rust, the crackling fire, the music. He decided to investigate. He opened the door as quietly as he possibly could, and sneaked into the room, trying not to disturb the girl that was hard at work. Looking around the room, Eliot picked up a leather chair with a very tall back, and placed it in front of the fire. Sitting down, he pulled from his bag a book that he has been meaning to read for some time; Bram Stocker's Dracula.
"Well, Mr. Stocker, let us see how right you got things...and how dreadfully wrong..."

With his right hand, Eliot turned the pages of his book, with the other, he pulled his long blonde hair out of the left side of his face, and began to subconsciously trace the scare that ran down the left side of his face: from just above the eyebrow, to just below the nose, a perfect downward slash. Realizing what he was doing, he stopped, and began to scratch his beard.

'I'll wait until she's done...such an interesting girl...i wonder who she is?'
 

Color

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The door squeaked open, the sound piercing through Momo's J-Pop cloud. She quickly pulls her headphones off one side of her head and looks at the man who entered. Her eyebrows rise slowly. Really,how old do you have to be to have a goatee? And that hair! It was like he killed Goldi Locks and scalped her hair into a wig.

Not one to socialize, Momo simply continues to her magazine massacre, replacing the headphones correctly on her head. The music was loud, and surely the man could hear it, but she doubted he could understand this complex, fast form of Japanese. So she decided to simply ignore him until social contact was imminent. She never really liked older people anyways, let alone the men.

Especially men with Goldi Locks hair.
 

Ritzu_Shoma

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After reading the book twice-'as i thought, Stocker barely got anything right!'-he threw the book into the fire. As it burned, he got up, cracked his neck and back, and turned to face the young girl.

"I like your music. The japanese culture has always interested me, I love their food, the tea is excellent...anyways. I can't help but be curious, what are you doing?
What is your name?"

"My name is Eliot Hastings, and it is a pleasure to meet you, my dear."
 

Color

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Momo twitched, pulling off her headphones and standing propping one foot up on the table, pointing the scissors up, "I am Momoko, and I date girls and hate when boys flirt with me!" she looks down at him, before sitting back down and continuing her fashion hunt.

"Damn boys. That usually chases them off."
 

Ritzu_Shoma

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"Well, a pleasure to meet you, Momoko-san," Elliot said, bowing deeply in the japanese form. "Flirtatious? Surely you jest! I am old enough to be your great-great-great grandfather! I was merely being gentlemanly..an old thing, lost to time...I don't care if you hate men, frankly, I do too, other men, I mean, and I could care less if you are a lesbian."

"I did notice that you avoided my other question...You seem to have an affinity for Denim, and I was curious as to why."

'An interesting young girl' Eliot thought, 'I wonder what she did to get tossed in this hellhole.'
 

Color

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"Because Denim is comfy, and if I -ever- have to wear another stupid silky kimono against my will in some geisha game, I will -behead- someone."

She growls, violently cutting out the pants she adored. the stack of pants was growing. She figured she had enough, she she gently piles up her pictures and pushes the magazines off the table.

"I don't like old, old, old guys. They're kinda creepy." she eyes over him cautiously.
 

Ritzu_Shoma

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"Oh, but I do so enjoy Kimonos, they are so beautiful...The designs fantastic...I have a few of my own, although I left most of my best in my hideouts in Japan...and Britain....America. My My, somebody sounds ungrateful! I do fate Violence; and besides, it would take much more than anything you can dish out to kill the likes of me."

"Yes, old men are very displeasing...The smell of death reeks off of them...one of the times I enjoy Eternal Youth, but I hate the fact that I will be carded for the rest of Eternity. Don't I look over 21? No? Most people say at least 20..."

"Done, then? would you like to go for a walk? I do enjoy strolling the grounds."
 
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