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Post by msman on Dec 13, 2008 0:45:18 GMT -5
Mitsuaki glared at the full moon. Just half a month away, and he’d be pulled into his stripes again. Not that he had a problem with his fur. But the idea of having no choice just made his blood boil. It was a real pain in the butt. But the no-moon was better than the wolves, who were out tonight with the full moon. At least with the lack of light it was easier to hide.
That always made Mit wonder. There was a myth of a tiger in Japan, but there were no tigers there. Maybe there was a group of were-tigers since the dawn of time, and they were the ones. His Kitty had been a tiger, she had turned him. But… did that mean that she knew of them? He’d never know now. Sad too, as he would like to go back home. He was stuck here, a perpetual foreigner no matter how long he was here. True, he hadn’t been in the U.S. long enough for it to matter. But still… it would eventually. And being deported wasn’t an option.
The closest he could come to home was China Town. It was so different than home, but at least he knew Mandarin as well as Japanese. And English, but that didn't matter here. He did matter here, though. He wasn’t Chinese, and everyone here knew it. Anyone that thought that all Asian countries looked the same were idiots. It was obvious that he wasn’t from the same country. That and he was tall. Very tall. Grounding out his cigarette on the ground with his boot, Mit stood and brushed off his jeans. Now what? He was let go from his job for roughing up a customer that thought they’d be smart and call him rice-bowl.
Now that he had stood, Mitsu found it was a stupid thing and leaned against the wall. Ugh, so bored! |
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Post by letthedreambegin on Dec 13, 2008 1:04:51 GMT -5
Bordem, it was something that often drove people to do strange things. While it might not be so strange for others, being in China Town, it was a place that Raven had only visited once or twice. She didn't quite like the bustling of it, the strange sites and smells. Not to mention the tourists there were overwhelming. Yet now she found herself walking through the streets, gazing about at the colors and inhaling deep the smell of exotic foods.
Walking into the area that was China Town was like walking into another world, or in this case another country, and it was far diffrent from the bustling streets. But still, it was people, hundreds of people pushing past each other, rushing about and being far too rude for her tastes. But she was restless for some reason, bordem settling in quicker than it usually did. She had that anticipating feeling, the one that you got when you knew something was bound to happen soon, but had no clue of what it was.
Finally, Raven found herself in an area of the town that as a little less chaotic. Mostly restaurants were in this area and she found that it was nice to be able to breathe again with out inhaling the scent of the person walking next to her. Now that she had the time of walking at her own pace, a meal actually didn't seem that bad. The only thing facing her now was the choice of where to eat, or how to eat. There was hardly anything in English around her.
Her next move was entirely foolish, and far too tourist like that for a moment she even blushed slightly. Looking at a sign as she walked she ran smack into someone..a man, leaning against the wall. Stepping back she looked somewhat startled before she gathered herself and shook her head. "Sorry about that," Her tone wasn't too kind, but more grudging that she actually had to take the time to stop and apologize for something so entirely stupid.
(OOC: oh yeah, entirely over used way of gaining interactions. My apologies)
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Post by msman on Dec 13, 2008 1:43:38 GMT -5
(Not a problem. Sometimes those make the best threads. Tried and true.)
Mitsu felt the hit, heard the apology, and turned with fire in his brown eyes to the girl. Heavens above, there were too many tourists here. Way too many. Everyone that thought that the Asian people were exotic, magical, special. Really, they were just as messed up as the rest of the world. There was nothing special about them except for the black teeth thing. Which went out with foot binding.
But that didn’t make them special either. The Anglo-Saxons had corsets and plastic surgery. That made them weird and exotic to the other parts to the world. Eh, it was stupid, but whatever. The point was that some tourist had just ran into him and grumbled out an apology. The funny thing was, that they apologized. And not said something different. Most did that, thinking that they didn’t know English. Kind of funny that way.
“Yeah, well, watch where walk.”
Woah, that’s it? Mr. Killer was just going to brush it off?! What kind of warped world was this? Mit hated people doing anything of the like, and now he was just going to let it go? He was in a weird mood.
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Post by letthedreambegin on Dec 13, 2008 1:57:05 GMT -5
That earned the strange a rather cold glare from Raven, the way he looked at her with an obvious dislike for some reason that she didn't know. It was as if he had a grudge against people of her kind instead of her herself. And she had a feeling she knew who he was detesting. Tourists, just like her. And she realized she had to seem like one then, looking about and bumping into him foolishly.
"Maybe if you didn't blend into the wall people wouldn't run into you," she said not liking the idea of the man she had already labeled as a jerk to get the last word in this conversation that really wasn't a conversation. Though at least the other spoke English. She wasn't in the mood to deal with some most likely illegal immigrant grunting some form of English at her. Not that she usually had a problem with them, they could do whatever the hell they wanted, but sometimes it was wise not to get on her bad side.
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