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rakuen2012-04-07 02:35 pm
utopiamods) wrote in rakuen2012-04-07 02:35 pm
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You're falling, and you can't remember why. It's a sickening feeling that makes your insides lurch; the darkness and the vertigo combine, and all you can think of is a story you heard once, somewhere.
Ah, I remember now. It's... a simple story that everyone knows. A legend of a Princess, the Demon Lord who kidnapped her, and the Knight who fought to save her. The Demon Lord had kidnapped the Princess countless times, but every time the Knight bested his challenges and rescued the Princess. No matter what tricks and ploys the Demon Lord used, the Knight would always triumph in the end. This was because--
The world tilts on its axis one last time, and the dream slips from your mind as easily as it arrived. A new voice intrudes on your sleep. Mechanical, monotonous.
"Next stop: Rakuen City. This train terminates here. The next stop is Rakuen. All change." The train rocks steadily. A light drizzle falls onto the windows and yet every now and again there is sunlight. Peaking determinedly from behind black clouds. The air is humid inside the carriages, a vent beside your feet heating the air and making the seats almost uncomfortably warm. A puff of steam from the train winds its way lazily past the windows, distorted by the rain.
It's strangely difficult to shake off the sleep; the rhythm of the train seems to lull you back into slumber and the air is warm and heavy, making it hard to keep hold of a thought. Finally, though, the nausea settles, the last of the dream fades and you can take in your surroundings. And, perhaps more importantly, those around you in a similar state. The train judders to a stop, through the rain lined windows there is a building and people gathered on the platform.
"We have arrived at Rakuen City. All passengers must leave the train. This train is terminating here. This is Rakuen."
Ah, I remember now. It's... a simple story that everyone knows. A legend of a Princess, the Demon Lord who kidnapped her, and the Knight who fought to save her. The Demon Lord had kidnapped the Princess countless times, but every time the Knight bested his challenges and rescued the Princess. No matter what tricks and ploys the Demon Lord used, the Knight would always triumph in the end. This was because--
The world tilts on its axis one last time, and the dream slips from your mind as easily as it arrived. A new voice intrudes on your sleep. Mechanical, monotonous.
"Next stop: Rakuen City. This train terminates here. The next stop is Rakuen. All change." The train rocks steadily. A light drizzle falls onto the windows and yet every now and again there is sunlight. Peaking determinedly from behind black clouds. The air is humid inside the carriages, a vent beside your feet heating the air and making the seats almost uncomfortably warm. A puff of steam from the train winds its way lazily past the windows, distorted by the rain.
It's strangely difficult to shake off the sleep; the rhythm of the train seems to lull you back into slumber and the air is warm and heavy, making it hard to keep hold of a thought. Finally, though, the nausea settles, the last of the dream fades and you can take in your surroundings. And, perhaps more importantly, those around you in a similar state. The train judders to a stop, through the rain lined windows there is a building and people gathered on the platform.
"We have arrived at Rakuen City. All passengers must leave the train. This train is terminating here. This is Rakuen."
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[Spades was not expecting that. Covering his eyes and pulling the most unimpressed expression. Gray tongue poked out as he lowered his hands and pulled a most twisted face.
He mumbled something under his breath, still slightly dazzled from the camera's flash.]
Stupid brats these days, no respect, no common courtesy...
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[Swatting out before covering his face. Spades was losing what little temper he had reined in, you could tell by the way his obsidian eyebrow started to twitch.
Grunting and patting his pockets down... Wait, no knives? Sheesh, this kid was getting off lucky then. Instead of shanking her a good'in he simply shoved past her, muttering and swearing under his voice again.]
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[But there's one thing missing from her entry about him, his name, so she follows after him]
Name?
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Scuttling off down the aisle, looking back over his shoulder at the young girl as she followed him. Can you believe the nerve of some kids?!]
Scram!
[Flipping her his middle finger and grinding his teeth, clearly he didn't want to interact... yet clearly this girl wasn't going to just quite.]
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[Instead of pressing him for more information she just writes down "Scram" as his name]
Scram, noted.
[She begins to walk in the other direction.
again without typos >_>;
Upon hearing her repeat what he had said the walking off he turned, meaning to correct her, scarm was not his name and it angered him to think that she would be referring to him as such.
So, seeing as there was nothing to break her skin with in a corrective stab, Slick grabbed a polystrene cup and tossed it to bump off the back of her head.]
all good c:
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Didn't I tell you to scram?!
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[You told her your name was Scram, not that she should scram]
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[Growling and throwing his hat down on the floor out of anger.]
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