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[CLOSED] 003 ► Yuki, Kyou
[Yuki's hand was over his mouth moments before a fierce yawn cracked open his jaw. It was early but he was used to that; it was the long commute that wore him out. The final part of the journey required the use of a taxi and the gentle sway of the car ride had nearly finished him. He wasn't one of those people who could sleep comfortably inside a moving vehicle though, so he forced himself awake long enough to realize that the scenery outside was starting to look familiar.
A grin found its way into his face. Long breaks in between his busy life as a university student didn't come that often, much less now that he was in his final year. His first priority was always Machi, of course, and he was planning to surprise her at her doorstep at some point during the day. Much as he would have liked for his girlfriend to be the only thing on his agenda today... other people demanded his attention. Family, to be specific.
Which was why he was here in this quiet part of town rather than at Machi's. It was entirely possible to get from Machi's to the Souma compound but Yuki knew himself well enough to admit that it just wasn't practical. So, the alternative was this neat, unobtrusive little house in the middle of the suburbs.
After paying off the cab fee, Yuki stood outside, carry-on in hand, and stared up at the house for a quiet moment. Something about it was familiar -- maybe it was the faint sound of a wind chime or the string of hanging laundry that he caught glimpses of through the gate. Whatever it was, it gave him a sense of peace as he raised his hand to let the doorbell announce his presence.]
A grin found its way into his face. Long breaks in between his busy life as a university student didn't come that often, much less now that he was in his final year. His first priority was always Machi, of course, and he was planning to surprise her at her doorstep at some point during the day. Much as he would have liked for his girlfriend to be the only thing on his agenda today... other people demanded his attention. Family, to be specific.
Which was why he was here in this quiet part of town rather than at Machi's. It was entirely possible to get from Machi's to the Souma compound but Yuki knew himself well enough to admit that it just wasn't practical. So, the alternative was this neat, unobtrusive little house in the middle of the suburbs.
After paying off the cab fee, Yuki stood outside, carry-on in hand, and stared up at the house for a quiet moment. Something about it was familiar -- maybe it was the faint sound of a wind chime or the string of hanging laundry that he caught glimpses of through the gate. Whatever it was, it gave him a sense of peace as he raised his hand to let the doorbell announce his presence.]
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[open] 002 ► Yuki, Machi
[It is the weekend at the household of Shigure Souma and it is quiet. Or "peaceful", that would be the better word, likely because the novelist was out doing whatever it was novelists did when they decided to step out into the sunlight (disintegrate into ash, some would hope in futility, but the actual situation was that Shigure was at a meeting with his editor and credible sources have stated that he would be out all day).
That was only part of the reason why Yuki can't stop smiling. Or humming to himself as he inspects random parts of the house. On his mind is that point earlier on in the week when he asked Machi if she wanted to hang out over the weekend. She said yes and he'd been planning the perfect weekend ever since.
...what? It wasn't like they had time to talk during Student Council sessions. And many things tended to get in the way when they managed to get a good conversation started. At least here they would have relative peace and the time to get to know each other better. He knew he could trust Tohru to be discreet. And Kyou wasn't nosy nor much of a tease like Shigure. He couldn't have gotten the house (or godforbid the food) ready without their help anyway.
House inspecting is happening because he is not quite sure what to do with himself at the moment. But he definitely feels more giddy than restless while waiting for that doorbell to sound.]
That was only part of the reason why Yuki can't stop smiling. Or humming to himself as he inspects random parts of the house. On his mind is that point earlier on in the week when he asked Machi if she wanted to hang out over the weekend. She said yes and he'd been planning the perfect weekend ever since.
...what? It wasn't like they had time to talk during Student Council sessions. And many things tended to get in the way when they managed to get a good conversation started. At least here they would have relative peace and the time to get to know each other better. He knew he could trust Tohru to be discreet. And Kyou wasn't nosy nor much of a tease like Shigure. He couldn't have gotten the house (or godforbid the food) ready without their help anyway.
House inspecting is happening because he is not quite sure what to do with himself at the moment. But he definitely feels more giddy than restless while waiting for that doorbell to sound.]
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meticulousdreamer2013-02-13 04:33 pmEntry tags:
[closed] 001 ► Arthur, Ariadne
Grand Central Station, New York City. Arthur adjusted the paper he was not actually reading and glanced at the clock face that topped the ticketing booth. It told him that his meeting was still several minutes away, which suited him just fine. Ever since the Fischer job, he found that he simply could not relax when he was on American soil. Though he already had several exit routes planned in case of an emergency, he used the extra time to make more.
They all had their own ways of disappearing. Arthur's was simple but effective: keep on the move. Dom had his papers cleaned up so he went straight home, Yusuf had his people to protect him, and Eames expertly blended into whichever new country he chose as his new home. Arthur would have liked to leave L.A. the moment the Fischer job was announced secured, but he realized that with Dom distracted by a reunion with his family, there was nobody else with the right qualifications to debrief their newbie architect.
Ariadne had done brilliantly, that much was obvious, so Arthur stayed behind a couple of days and took it upon himself to explain to her that the post-mission routine was basically to "cut off all ties with everyone for an extended amount of time". She had asked for how long. He had answered obliquely (if at all). Achieving inception had been the only thing keeping the group together. It had been achieved, so the group's purpose for being together was now gone.
It was a little sad but Arthur was mature enough to seek closure. Part of him was a little sketchy over how Ariadne would take it but she seemed to take it as he did, without any dramatics. They had shaken hands and said their formal goodbyes, and that was that.
Or so he had thought until he received a phone call from her on one of his private lines. Said call was the reason he was loitering around the GCT. If it were up to him, he would have tried to prevented it from happening. But she knew where he was staying, and she claimed to know where he would go next if he switched addresses on her.
So he agreed to meet her. And maybe have lunch. But mostly, "talk". About what? Arthur wasn't sure. He had his suspicions but there wasn't any use dwelling on them now that the meeting was underway.
They all had their own ways of disappearing. Arthur's was simple but effective: keep on the move. Dom had his papers cleaned up so he went straight home, Yusuf had his people to protect him, and Eames expertly blended into whichever new country he chose as his new home. Arthur would have liked to leave L.A. the moment the Fischer job was announced secured, but he realized that with Dom distracted by a reunion with his family, there was nobody else with the right qualifications to debrief their newbie architect.
Ariadne had done brilliantly, that much was obvious, so Arthur stayed behind a couple of days and took it upon himself to explain to her that the post-mission routine was basically to "cut off all ties with everyone for an extended amount of time". She had asked for how long. He had answered obliquely (if at all). Achieving inception had been the only thing keeping the group together. It had been achieved, so the group's purpose for being together was now gone.
It was a little sad but Arthur was mature enough to seek closure. Part of him was a little sketchy over how Ariadne would take it but she seemed to take it as he did, without any dramatics. They had shaken hands and said their formal goodbyes, and that was that.
Or so he had thought until he received a phone call from her on one of his private lines. Said call was the reason he was loitering around the GCT. If it were up to him, he would have tried to prevented it from happening. But she knew where he was staying, and she claimed to know where he would go next if he switched addresses on her.
So he agreed to meet her. And maybe have lunch. But mostly, "talk". About what? Arthur wasn't sure. He had his suspicions but there wasn't any use dwelling on them now that the meeting was underway.
chasingadaydream2012-09-30 02:55 amEntry tags:
Flynn ► 002 : a successful evasion
He ran the corner at breakneck speed, despite having a full load of boxes under each arm. Rather than fight against the pull of inertia, he ran into it and rolled once along the brick walls of the guard tower. At the end of the roll, he kicked off the wall and propelled himself forward, narrowly avoiding strolling passers-by. He didn't have to look back to know that his would-be captors had attempted to copy him. The sudden swell of angry protests told him they had failed.
Laughing to himself, Flynn continued to follow a path that grew increasingly crowded with people as it approached the market place. He intended to disappear into today’s crowd. It wouldn’t be that difficult with his head start and the market’s always being busy at this time of day.
Laughing to himself, Flynn continued to follow a path that grew increasingly crowded with people as it approached the market place. He intended to disappear into today’s crowd. It wouldn’t be that difficult with his head start and the market’s always being busy at this time of day.
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chasingadaydream2012-03-12 02:04 amEntry tags:
Eugene ► 001 : literary pursuits
Eugene had a bored expression on when he was first shown to the castle library. It was a quiet place with high ceilings and tall, narrow windows that let light into the room in a way that left many corners shrouded in shadows. It was as neat and tidy a room as the rest of the castle was, with the books in their proper places on the shelves and the chairs by their niches; and no sign of the ladders or stools that might be needed to reach those very-high shelves because those things were likely stored away at some convenient place, to be brought out by one of the milling attendants on first request.
It was very much what anyone would imagine a library to be and he'd barely glanced at it throughout the tour. As far as an outsider could tell, Master Fitzherbert wasn't interested in such places. It was an impression that was only strengthened by his apparent fondness for skipping out on his tutors.
Public opinion couldn't have been further from the truth.
For one, Eugene found that the library made a fantastic hiding place. With most of the staff believing he was inclined towards more outdoorsy-type pursuits, his hours in the library went largely undisturbed.
Oddly enough, it was the records of the past that captured his greater interests. He sought out history books and tried to learn about who in Court was related to whom, and the hows and the whys of their political ties. He was of the opinion that politics was just a higher form of gossip, and gossip was always interesting, right?
However the problem with history books was that most of the older ones were written in the severely polite inflections of Formal Court Language. The one he'd picked up for that afternoon was so bad that it put him right to sleep.
It was very much what anyone would imagine a library to be and he'd barely glanced at it throughout the tour. As far as an outsider could tell, Master Fitzherbert wasn't interested in such places. It was an impression that was only strengthened by his apparent fondness for skipping out on his tutors.
Public opinion couldn't have been further from the truth.
For one, Eugene found that the library made a fantastic hiding place. With most of the staff believing he was inclined towards more outdoorsy-type pursuits, his hours in the library went largely undisturbed.
Oddly enough, it was the records of the past that captured his greater interests. He sought out history books and tried to learn about who in Court was related to whom, and the hows and the whys of their political ties. He was of the opinion that politics was just a higher form of gossip, and gossip was always interesting, right?
However the problem with history books was that most of the older ones were written in the severely polite inflections of Formal Court Language. The one he'd picked up for that afternoon was so bad that it put him right to sleep.
thekingsdog2012-03-10 02:04 amEntry tags:
Leon ►001; quiet time in the armory
The armory is empty and hauntingly quiet during the early morning, and it is the time and place that Leon favors whenever he wants to be alone to think. He knows that there won't be anyone else but the servants to bother him for the next couple of hours. The others had gone to the tavern the other evening and most of them would probably be nursing hangovers, which would keep them in bed long enough for Leon to have his peace.
They made fun of him the few times he tried to get away. They made fun of him then, too, when he said he wouldn't be joining their drinking spree. He liked his fellow brothers-in-arms well enough but there were times he wanted to get away and sort himself, by himself.
So it was that the armory became his personal refuge. He spent some mornings there doing tasks that a squire or a manservant would have done for him: sharpening his sword, cleaning and polishing his armor, testing out the crossbows and the spears and the practice swords to see if their balance was alright. It was mechanical work, dull work, but Leon did them all while he thought about kingdom affairs and his knightly duties.
They made fun of him the few times he tried to get away. They made fun of him then, too, when he said he wouldn't be joining their drinking spree. He liked his fellow brothers-in-arms well enough but there were times he wanted to get away and sort himself, by himself.
So it was that the armory became his personal refuge. He spent some mornings there doing tasks that a squire or a manservant would have done for him: sharpening his sword, cleaning and polishing his armor, testing out the crossbows and the spears and the practice swords to see if their balance was alright. It was mechanical work, dull work, but Leon did them all while he thought about kingdom affairs and his knightly duties.