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Post by Jun Ōtori on Apr 5, 2009 14:14:58 GMT -5
[[Open RP - Though Please allow Camillia to post first. <3 Cammy, tell me if I mess up again. D8 *failure of a human being!* ]]
He was being tugged along, like some animal, some beast, except he did not bear a collar. His younger sibling clutched on to the pointer finger of his left hand half daintily, half as if she were touching something poisonous. He could easily break the grasp with a quick jerk of his hand, but where would that get him? Hanabi would freak out and start bawling in the middle of the super market, and his mother would get stressed between favoring the child that could see or the child that couldn't. Deciding it was overall better off to simply let his self be dragged about like an abused puppy, the male instead turned his concentration to his other hand. It was wrapped rather awkwardly about the basket. Being that he was unable to see, he was unsure if it would fall out of his fingers in a matter of seconds or not.
“Stop,” came the sudden command from his younger sister.
And stop he did. He felt a slight tingling on the back of his neck as if someone where watching the family’s expedition through the super market. Jun regretted the existence of Tuesdays. There was no reason for them to exist except for torment. They hadn’t always been a torment; only when the doctors had noticed that he had been getting pale did they decide that he should have a regular day of outing. ‘Not something too straining, mind you, just something to get him outside,’ and thus the regular Tuesday shopping trip had been started. His mother would drag him from his scheduled television programming, it was more then likely a repeat of the 10 a.m. news, and outside into the unknown world to pick up his younger sibling from school and then off to Junes.
Automatically he held out his basket, and it was filled with whatever it was they had stopped beside. He sniffed the air, much too curious to continue wandering in the anonymous, but, much to his sorrow, smelt nothing that would give away any clue. With neither hand free, he also hadn’t the ability to grasp at the items and attempt to figure out what they were through touch. A tug on his finger meant they were moving again. He had gotten rather used to these horrid outings. In the beginning he had attempted to memorize the twists and turns they made, but soon realized his mother did not have a set path she traveled, rather moving through shelving units at random and taking which ever item struck her fancy at that point in time.
They halted again, another chipper reminder from his younger sister. She too had become quite adept at these shopping trips. Hanabi could go through her entire day, throwing in occasional “stop”’s or “go”’s when found necessary, and these added words didn’t hinder her endless tumble of words in anyway. Jun wasn’t expected to comment on any of these daily activities, his mother did that, though her responses were usually monotone, and said while she had a pen in her mouth. When he was called upon for a response - usually one of mother’s deranged ‘let’s make the children like each other” schemes - the rest of the shopping trip was usually awkward.
There was an abrupt u-turn, a movement without warning. He jerked his hand free from his younger sister, but unfortunately was not quick enough to save the basket of groceries from toppling from his grasp. Jun stumbled a few steps back, bumping into someone. There was no muttered request for forgiveness from the boy’s lips, for the words were falling from his mother’s like a waterfall. Unfortunately, it was rather hard to tell whether to apology was directed towards the stranger, Jun, or Hanabi. The silence from his sister burned Jun’s ears more then his mother’s stream of apologies.
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Post by Camillia Hidetoshi on Apr 5, 2009 21:05:18 GMT -5
After a delightful time at the music club and meeting that German, Camillia couldn't help but find that it was a good feeling when she was communicating with people of her peers. It was also surprising that Abendroth was a pretty reserved lady-- and younger than her, even-- and she oddly felt comfortable with her. At least that meant that she wasn't a hypocrite.
Realizing that her own supply of food was dwindling in numbers back at her apartment, she instinctively took a turn to Junes, but wandered into the electrical appliances/DIY departments, instead. She had to pull herself away from the aisles to move to the supermarket department, knowing that she did not have the power to finance her hobby. What greeted her at first was a mother with two children, but it would seem that one of the child stumbled his way out of the younger sibling's grip and lost the basket as the contents scattered across the floor.
Instinctively, she stood her ground and saved herself from falling when the boy bumped backwards into her. The redhead blinked, then-- perhaps it was a local culture, but the mother did not seem like she was taking care of the children enough, being so far away and letting the child take the basket in her stead. A hand reaching out to lay on the boy's shoulder, she took a step backwards and bent a little to his height, though he was not turned. "Are you okay?" she inquired softly, even as she nodded at the mother with a smile.
When she made sure that the boy was well, she went and helped pick up the scattered goods back into the basket. Though it wasn't her fault, it would be deemed as uncivilized if she just walked off like that.
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Post by Jun Ōtori on Apr 5, 2009 22:21:03 GMT -5
Jun resisted the instinctive flinch to being touched. Usually someone vocalized when they were about to touch him, which meant it was more then likely a stranger. It was too tall for his sibling and his mother would not take hold of him without issuing some sort of speech first. Actually, he noted as the being bent down, it was too tall for his mother as well. While he was able to defend against the flinch, he could not resist the frown at this realization. Most people were taller then him; he was rather upset that he hadn’t sparked a growth spurt quite yet. The doctors joked that this was because of malnutrition; it wasn’t his fault he had an abnormally small sized stomach.
His frown grew more prominent at the sound of her voice. She was female… and with a outlandish pronunciation; how bizarre. He bit his tongue, faltering any speech from echoing from his lips. His mother would soon enough. As if his thought cued the elder woman, her hurried speech became directed toward the female. He could tell by the direction of his mother’s voice that she had already begun grabbing things off the ground. He allowed a curious thought to pass through his mind, questioning what his younger sister was doing, before focusing his attention on the fretful voice of his mother.
“Ah…” the woman started, “I’m sorry about that. Thank you very much for your aid. You don’t need to though, really…”
Was the girl who he had bumped into helping them? The frown darted from his face, and he turned away from the voice of his mother. He had become troublesome for everyone. It’s not like he could be of any help; he would get in the way if he tried to pick up some of the groceries. There was a slight audible gasp from his mother. He kept his face turned away from the noise, attempting to figure out what was going on through noise. There was a stumble of feet, rough. The clicking clatter the shoes gave off gave away who it was. His younger sister was staggering for some reason…
Though Jun couldn’t see it, the six year old child had taken a hold of the basket of groceries that was much too heavy for her. This had set her off balance and caused her to almost fall. Their mother quickly returned to her feet, and steadied the young girl by taking hold of her shoulders. Hanabi was pouting, not looking at the older Russian, glaring at the wall of groceries to the side. Set off by the suddenly awkward situation, neither of her children speaking, and needing to be helped by a random foreign stranger, issues of apologies suddenly poured from her lips once again.
Jun’s ever present frown replaced the curious look yet again. It had taken too long for him to gain any sort of information that affirmed what was happening in the situation. He crossed his arms over his chest, not much aiding his mother’s sudden string of never-ending apologies. Feeling movement beside him, something pressing into his hands, he reached down to grasp what it was, and found himself holding the basket once again. He stretched out a free hand which was snatched up by Hanabi. Both siblings wore disgruntled looks on their faces, ill at ease with the stranger and with their mother’s actions.
Personally, they each had come to the conclusion that they were at fault for their mother’s words.
“Is there any way we can repay you for your kindness?” his mother said suddenly.
While his sister wore a sweet smile at this idea, Jun turned to face his mother’s voice, his scowl now evident to her and the stranger. The thought of getting involved with some stranger that he had caused trouble only troubled him more. He strengthened his grip on the basket so he wouldn’t drop it again.
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Post by Camillia Hidetoshi on Apr 6, 2009 6:11:54 GMT -5
"It is alright. I was just passing by," she said easily, watching the trio with much interest. The mother was being very sweet and kind... But perhaps she was using the wrong approach on their children, which was apparent with the frowns on the children's faces. "On second thought, maybe there is," Camillia added, looking at them as she adjusted her hand, still holding her schoolbag. "Allow me to hold the basket for you for the rest of this trip. At least let your children enjoy without the worry of a load, would you think?" she said, not about to grab the basket from them as yet. At the very least, she needed the family's consent before she helped out.
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Post by Jun Ōtori on Apr 6, 2009 6:53:12 GMT -5
Hatsume blinked, rather dumbly, a slight tinge of red glowing upon her elder cheeks. She was in shock, in wonder that, first, a foreigner could speak so charmingly, and second, actually act in such a charming manner. The mother had no idea how to react to the offer. The looks upon her children’s faces were conflicting with one another. She had to admit, she had hoped either both would be for it or both would be against it. As it was neither of her favored choices, she looked back to the foreigner, calculating which decision would be best for her family.
“I would only allow you to help if you were to join us for dinner.”
Jun choked on a gag. He did not support of his family’s method of thinking; their almost obsessive concern with other’s emotions. It was a rather endearing mannerism that Jun simply did not get along with. He chewed on his tongue silently, playing with ideal situations involving this stranger in the house. His family would probably attempt to avoid any conversations dealing with the stranger’s accent, to evade any unfortunate topics. Jun groaned inwardly at the suggestion of them speaking about schools. He hated when they spoke of school, but Hanabi was endlessly inquiring about high schools for some incomprehensible reason.
His mother’s charming smile was unseen by Jun, thus he was fully able to imagine his mother with an evil smirk in his general direction. Jun held out the basket automatically, still not turning in the direction of the young female voice, though the frown was erased from his face automatically. It was no longer extremely obvious that he did not approve of their new guest, though through certain body position it was observable; stiffened shoulders, feet placed at exactly shoulder width, his opened hand curled into a fist. There was a sudden shake from his sister that made him believe she felt the same way as him, but when she spoke, her words were coated with excitement,
“I’m Hanabi. You’ll enjoy mom’s cooking, I’m sure! ” Hanabi cooed lovingly.
His mother chuckled warmly, “That is of course, only if you aren’t busy. I’m Hatsume Ōtori, and this is Jun.”
Jun nodded slightly at his introduction, though didn’t personally speak up. His only position in this shopping trip was being taken by this stranger with an awkward accent. He questioned his opinions on this stranger. Though he had just been argumentative about the whole idea of the shopping trip, he couldn’t find the idea of being of no use particularly appealing. Yet he also had no urge to disagree with his mother’s opinions on the subject, and clinging to the basket would make him look younger then his sister. In the end, he decided he simply would regard the stranger as though they were a by passer at the hospital, only speaking with them if her were indulged to do so.
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Post by Camillia Hidetoshi on Apr 7, 2009 2:53:26 GMT -5
While it had been an enticing offer, Camillia gathered all her wits to swallow down her excitement and to turn it down-- until suddenly they took her silence as an automated acceptance of the offer. She sighed slightly, relief that she didn't have to do much to earn herself some dinner; or perhaps glad that she did not have to go through a list of awkward jargons to convey her message. It was most certainly a win-win situation in Camillia's point of view.
Gingerly taking the basket from the boy's-- Jun's-- hands, she bowed a proper salutation at the mother. "I hope I am not obstructing anything, madam Ootori," she greeted in return, rising to her full height-- which wasn't entirely tall, but still made her stood out one way or another-- and continued. "The name is Hidetoshi Camillia." Just then, she noted that the boy wasn't looking entirely happy at the arrangement. If it was one thing that Camillia prided herself in, it was reading others' body language.
"Jun-san, is there anything you would like?" she started easily, realizing at last that the reason the boy was being led around was because of his vision deficiency.
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Post by Jun Ōtori on Apr 19, 2009 19:39:35 GMT -5
Oh god. Her politeness was becoming rapidly sickening.
As quickly as the thought had hit him, it was quickly forced away. What would his family think if he had thought such? His mother and little sister responded well to the arrangement of the new comer. He had been on the brink of a splendid idea to bury himself in and block out the voices of the group, when there was a sudden shocking jerk on his finger. This time he didn’t jerk away from his younger sister, having to concentrate on walking and not stumbling over his own feet.
He placed one foot slowly in front of the other before it became evident that his sister was walking at a slightly faster pace then he was. Not that it was fast just quicker then Jun’s usual slouchy, slow speed. After adjusting to the set speed, he then needed to adjust to the new pair of foot steps. Her strides were longer, probably due to height, thus the slight, graceful ‘click’ happened less often then the sounds of his family’s shoes. When he became well adjusted to everything else, he attempted to again catch the distracting idea. He soon realized that the thought was lost in the interruption.
Just as Jun prepared to release a rather loud sigh, Hidetoshi spoke up, causing him to choke on the breath. His sister, still pulling him ahead, spoke overtop Jun’s quiet coughs.
“Jun likes sweet things. Like cake, and ice cream, and candy, and parfait; right Jun?”
There was a moment of silence, and it occurred to him his mother’s footsteps had paused. He was expected to respond. Jun didn’t know in which direction Hidetoshi was facing, though made all the respectable arrangements that one made when speaking to someone otherwise.
“Y-Yes… T-t-thank you…”
What was he thanking her for? Jun hadn’t the slightest idea. It had simply fit with the statement, though afterwards he regretted it. The frozen punch of regret moved aside for the burning feelings of embarrassment. He couldn’t believe he had just admitted that he liked “sweet things” to a random stranger, stuttering all the while. While the stuttering he couldn’t control, the taste buds could be kept silenced. What was he, six? Why did he have such a longing for sugar, frostings, and sprinkles?
… Now his mouth was about to start watering…
“Hidetoshi-san,” came his younger siblings voice suddenly, “if you don’t mind me asking… You go to Yasogami High School, right? What year are you in?”
Wait… A high school student? Jun suspected he ought to have been able to tell by the voice… But no, it was too polite. And she was too tall. He groaned inwardly, though was very much joyous that he didn’t attend the facility. If he did … He didn’t even wish to play with the idea of attending school.
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Post by Camillia Hidetoshi on Apr 20, 2009 7:18:11 GMT -5
"Ah, sweet things," Camillia said in mock cheerfulness, covering her dislike at the mention of pastries. It was really just the pastries. She could still handle ice cream, considering it may prove to be a useful coolant when summer arrives. "I know alot of people who like sweets." It was the truth-- she didn't mention of her own opinions, so it still stood as a truthful statement.
She made a mental note to pick up a box of chocolates for the kid.
Shifting her grip to adjust to the basket's weight, the half-Russian observed the way this family manuveured, and couldn't help but find it somehow... odd. It was most probably because they were used to it already, or she just didn't have enough exposure to families that worked in this nature. It was a good thing that Camillia was tight-lipped when it came to comments... She blinked at the little girl when she chirped about her high school. Well, she was in her school uniform...
"Indeed," she offered helpfully, giving a gentle smile. "I am a second-year. I just transferred, so I am still a stranger to this town," she said then, shifting her gaze from the girl, to the boy, then to the mother-- then to her basket's contents. There was no fixed pattern to the goods within the basket (with a cheerful Junes! printed across the bottom of the plastic), so perhaps there was an ulterior motive for them to come here-- to enjoy the air conditioning, window shopping, bonding between family members... So these products may as well be considered as impulsive goods.
"What about you, Hanabi-san?"
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Post by Jun Ōtori on May 8, 2009 23:35:55 GMT -5
Second year... Quick calculations flickered in his head. That would make her only a year or so older. At the least six months. Now he was growing a little flustered. He had found that his social ineptitude was most obvious around those of similar age to him. Whether this was because they had grown up observing the same aspects of media or due to adults of the same generation raising the children in a similar way or if it was simply due to the fact that most teenagers were trained well in the aspect of finding their enemies weaknesses had yet found a conclusion in Jun's mind. As he silently treaded after his sister, though the most annoying thought to him was the idea that another female was taller then him.
Hanabi chattered on politely about elementry school, explaining some aspects of the Japanese school system to the transfer students. She had to resist, as Jun did as well, from blurting out a question pretaining to where Camillia was transferring from. Pulling the trio to a stop as her mother paused and turned around to take a look at the items in the basket, she turned to face her brother and Camillia. Her eyes hesistated on her brother for half a second before switching to Camillia. Before she had a chance to begin speaking again, her mother chirped up,
"I think we should have enough now... Hanabi and I will check out; Camillia would you be able to take Jun outside? The check out lines are usually too crowded for him." Jun quickly jerked his head towards his mother, begging for his voice box to shout out an opposition. His words caught in his throat as his felt his hand being transferred over from Hanabi's to Camillia. He listened as the pair moved off, once again not allowing the transfer student a moment to get her voice in. His head turned away from where Camillia was standing, hiding the pinkish tinge that tinted his cheeks. Did his family understand basic social situations worse then he did?
Now he was left at the mercy of the crazy transfer student.
[[oh god crappy post is crappy D8]]
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Post by Camillia Hidetoshi on May 13, 2009 6:10:09 GMT -5
[[OH GOD THIS POST IS SO BABY SMALL SORRY FOR FAILING]] -----
Raising an eyebrow as the woman and her daughter insisting to the redhead to bring the boy out with her past the queues, she stared questioningly at Jun, seeing that he was pretty reluctant to obey the instructions. Lightening her own mood as she caught the light blush, Camillia tugged at his hand lightly, guiding their way out to the not-as-crowded exit. Finding an empty bench conveniently placed right outside the cashier's, she settled Jun down onto it while she remained standing, looking at the surroundings before sitting beside the boy, as well, making sure that she was sitting in a polite position. It was unbelievably crowded today, the half-Russian observed the lines piling up on the limited counters, Hanabi and Mrs. Ootori among them.
No matter how broken, familial relationship was something that she had hoped to experience-- and this prime example of the Ootori family was making her a bit envious. Her 'family' had never felt like family... Not the Konstantines, nor the Hidetoshis.
"You are pretty sheltered. Have you ever wished for more freedom?" she said suddenly, fragments of her own past showing in her tone of voice. Unconsciously, she frowned at that-- she shouldn't have associated her situation to the boy's, no matter how many similarities she could find between them. It just wasn't fair for Jun; wasn't fair for his family and the people around him.
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