Memorie Of This Moment

[Nara]

I got bored and decided to start an RP. I figured that I might want to get in some practice before I actually make my first character.

Characters: 4 including myself.

Current characters:

Kiria (Nara)

Hitaru (Kumiko)

Anima (Anima)

Unknown (fluffywerewolf)

...name was suposed to be Memories of This Moment...forgot the S

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Kiria basked in the warm rays of the setting sun. The day had been a long one and she was glad to have time to simply lay there on the hill side with nothing but the wind and a few crickets as company. She curled up on the grass and began to doze off. She was soon asleep, resting peacefully on the hill side as the wind gently brushed against her face.

Kiria awoke suddenly and looked about her in slight panic. The sun was gone now and hundreds of stars dotted the night sky. She felt a cold chill run down her spine that had nothing to do with the night air. The dream had been so vivid, so real…

She shook her head trying not to remember what had happened, but the eerie music still floated through her mind trying to bring her back to that world she had left.

Her parents drifted through her mind at that moment and she felt a pang of guilt; they would certainly be looking for her by now. He clambered to her feet, brushing the loose grass off her skirt. She began running down the hill, stumbling a few times on hidden bushes or a rabbit's hole.

She finally reached the city, completely out of breath. Kiria clutched at her left side in a vain effort to prevent the pain from worsening. She slowly made her way through the streets and down ally ways that she had always walked during her 14 years of life. But something was different tonight, it seemed. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was there just beyond her sight.

Then she did see something. Ahead of her in another ally, a dark figure dashed past the opening on the other side. Curiosity overcame her sense of caution and she walked forward towards the place where the shadow had passed.

She heard a cloak swish behind her and turned. The figure of a man stood behind her, still as stone. She could not think, could not breathe. All thought was gone from her.

The man drew out a katana and walked in perfect rhythm towards her…

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Kiria fell out of bed with a resounding thud. She attempted to untangle herself from the sadistic bed sheets that were preventing her from drawing her sword and killing whatever the hell was in her room.

Finally she forced the sheets off her body and lunged at a seemingly innocent door which she was just sure was about to kidnap her and brutally abuse her in every way possible and some only possible in stories.

WHACK! The sword hit the solid oak door and dug in a good inch. She glanced around her to see that it was nothing more than a dream. More accurately, a dream of her past, but none the less, a dream.

She wrenched the sword out of the door and looked at the newest marking with grudging admiration. For the past three days she had stayed at this Inn, she had had nightmares; same dream, same thoughts, and same irrational assault upon an innocent door. The owner would probably be furious and demand she pay for a new door, which she would argue against and end up paying twice the amount it would cost to replace it.

She looked down at herself and sighed, I went to all the trouble to attack it and didn't even get dressed.

She picked up her cloths from the night before and attempted to dress herself, taking up the better part of 15 minutes. At first they were inside-out, then backwards, then inside-out again, and finally she tried putting them on upside down. Seeing that nothing was working, she walked over to her bag and fished around until she found a decent dress to wear; she wouldn't be doing much of anything anyways.

Now that she was awake and dressed, she left her room and wandered into the common room to order some breakfast. When the waitress told her that they were out of bacon for today, she knew that the day would not be an enjoyable one.

Edited June 20, 2007 by Nara

[Kumiko]

Hitaru had been sleeping peacefully, dreaming of nothing in particular. His bed covers were thrown on the floor and he was sprawled quite nicely across the length of the down matress, a bit of unseemly drool dripped from his lip onto the pillow. That's when the 'thud' was heard from the other room, rudely awakening him from slumber.

He opened his eye immediately. Without moving a muscle his emerald eye scanned the gloomy room for the creator of such a noise. Seeing no one, Hitaru grunted, moving himself to a sitting position. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he stared at the wall, the direction the noise had come from. THUD another noise sounded.

Rolling his eyes, Hitaru scooted off of his bed to the sink. Might as well get up now... The tap water was cold and refreshing as he splashed it across his face. He shook his head, spraying little crystal drops of water onto the already dirty mirror. When he rose his head he stared at the reflection he saw. His ebony hair was sticking out in every direction and his green eyes were a little bloodshot. Hitaru ran a hand through his hair, attempting to calm it a little.

Sighing, he dragged a bag out from the closet, rummaged through it and managed to pull out a decent pair of slacks and his cleanest button-up shirt. After throwing those on, he put his boots on and headed downstairs for some coffee and perhaps a muffin.

When he entered the room he scanned it for his prey....Must have been her then... The waitress immediately attended to him, smiling and flirting with him. Hitaru smiled sweetly to her, playing along.

"Oh sir, of course! So you want the finest coffee with 1/4 of the cup filled with vanilla creamer? I can do that for you! No problem at all....and a poppy seed muffin? Yes sir, right away! I'll be back with that as soon as possible."

Silly girl... he thought to himself, picking up a magazine about the current celebrities. All the while though, his keen eye was on the glum girl at the other table.

[Anima]

With a dull thud, Anima found his way out of his rather firm bed. The night before granted him little sleep as he dreamed, like always, about his family, his brother, and his former home. "Damn.." He slowly rose to his feet, rubbing his throbing head, and sighed. It wasn't like him to wake up like this. Usually Anima would have already been in some kind of weight room, working every muscle in his body to the limit and then more."I quess I can do without it today.."

Anima's obsidian eyes scanned the room until they met with a mirror on the adjacent wall. Streaks of ebony and ivory fell down across his face in a wild fray and his pale features held a tiresome appearence. He moved a hand up to rub the side of his face while he looked to the ground in hopes to find something to wear. It seemed as if his usual robes had been torn up from the training he had done the day before and would need some repair before using again."Damn.." With a look of discontent, Anima turned to the side of his bed so that he could grasp his spare clothing.

Once he was finally dressed he turned to the door and stepped through. What he needed was a warm shot of Sake, but he was sure the Inn didn't sell the drink so early in the morning, and to a fifteen year old kid at that. With yet another sigh Anima decided that he'd just have to go with coffee, strong coffee. He turned down the hallway and raised his hand to the wall. His black nails slowly extending out until they began scraping up against the rough surface. As he made his way towards the stairs, a young women passed by him, smiling as to show respect. Without responding to the girls generosity Anima scaled down the stairs until he arrived in the commons where breakfast was being served.

"Hello sir, what can I do you for?" A young women, one who seemed to be the happiest Anima had seen serving breakfast to a Darksol, quickly asked as Anima eased down at a table. "Coffee.." His voice was rather rough and had a angry tone to it. "..make it black."

Edited June 20, 2007 by Anima

[Fluffywerewolf]

The table was one of oak, as were the chairs surrounging it. Covering the top, an embrodeiered cloth begged recognition from the man sitting over it, eating the fresshly fried sasuages without so much as a breath between bites.

It had been ages since he had had sasuage. The red juices dripped down his narrow chin, providing evidence that only the outside of their skins had been seared. His filed teeth tore into another chunk, the meat's drippings falling down, staining the white cloth with the color of blood. A vicious display, one that made the stomachs of those surrounding him heave.

Coffee...Black

The man's snowy orbs opened widely. At the table near to him, a darksol sat. Trying to sound tough, even to those whe were serving him. That kind of thing was one of his peeves.

Hey, his voice grated, the sound of stone on steel. You know, these people dont have to serve you...It would probably be in your best interest to show a little respect. It may seem a useless job to you, but without it, you would have to make your own coffee. A task you hardly seem capable of.

[Anima]

Anima turned with what seemed like a great deal of effort. He had done so much the day before that his body ached with every movement. When he caught the owner of the previous voice into view he stopped moving and locked eyes with him, his white snowy eyes in contrast to his piercing black.

The meat dripping down from the man's face seemed to contradict what he had pointed out to Anima. He had no table manors yet he felt the need to point out anothers. "Yeah?.." The Darksol pride that flowed through his body urged him to stand up and call the guy out had urged him to so, but the sluggish movements of his body would surely put him back in his seat in a hasty matter.

"Here you go!" The young happy waitress presented a nice warm cup of black coffee at Anima's table and smiled, ignoring the man in which his attention was turned. "Whatever.." As the girl made her way to another table, Anima turned to face his cup of coffee and slowly brought its warmth to his mouth.

[Nara]

Too many people, Kiria thought, slightly annoyed. One of the first to enter after her was the Muffin Man (She began to assign them nick-names out of habit) who she had immediately disliked for no apparent reason. Then was Pork Lad, but on looking him over again, she decided to call him simply Scary. And then there was the Dark Sol, who she decided to call Lark (mainly because she liked larks about as much as she liked him).

The waitress finally brought over her food and she noted that there was indeed, no bacon. The very thought was depressing. But she bravely stabbed at her food attempting to inject the contents of her plate…without bacon.

Wait…Dark Sol? She turned again in confusion at the Dark Sol sitting at the counter next to Scary.

Ah crap…so much for a pleasant morning…

[Kumiko]

Hitaru's flirty little waitress came back with his creamer and coffee, smiling brightly.

"Here you are, sir! Hopefully it is to your liking, if not I can always get you some different coffee or anything else you like! Now that muffin of yours is being baked fresh, so it will be out in about ten minutes or so."

He winked to her, thanking her for the coffee and good service, causing the young lady to blush profusely. It never hurt to be handsome, one received great service because of something so silly. Hitaru wrapped his thin fingers around the glass, warming them up. He then brought the cup to his lips. After sniffing the wonderous aroma that drifted from the brownish liquid, he sipped the coffee lightly. His mouth formed a crooked smirk as the bitter-sweet stuff drained into his stomach. Ah yes, coffee in the morning....

Once more his emerald eyes scanned the room, taking note of several odd characters.

First was the man eating rather disgustingly. It was a good thing Hitaru had not had a large meal before seeing this man, otherwise he would have lost it all. The barbaric manner of his eating was thrown awry by the way he stood up for the waitress being given the cold shoulder by a Darksol. Obviously there was more than met the eye to that one.

His attention then focused onto the Darksol...typical in his type, he was moody and grumpy. As he watched him though, he noticed the stiffness in his movements, Silly boy is working himself to the limit.

Finally he looked to the girl once more. The waitress had served her well, but she still seemed very unimpressed. Might as well enjoy that, girl.... His thought drifted before he finished it for the smell of his muffin tantalized his senses as a different waitress set down a plate holding the large, freshly baked poppy seed baked good. Smiling foolishly, the girl bowed and giggled, setting off to the kitchen once more to gossip and dream.

With precise care, he tore off the drooping edges of the muffin, savoring the sweet goodness in his mouth while pondering how he should go about his job this day.

Edited June 25, 2007 by Kumiko