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shes_so_fetchAn odd looking woman steps into Milliways, everything about her calling attention to her, from her garish orange plaid bermuda shorts—a recent thrift shop find—to her gently pointed ears and pink and blue streaked hair.
"Huh," she says, taking in the new surroundings, "did Sylvester tell us there's a knowe in the linen closet?"
It's the middle of the day, and May would rather not be awake at all, so she won't turn down a break from unpacking and organizing. This place looks cozy.
"Huh," she says, taking in the new surroundings, "did Sylvester tell us there's a knowe in the linen closet?"
It's the middle of the day, and May would rather not be awake at all, so she won't turn down a break from unpacking and organizing. This place looks cozy.
Looking for Michiru
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warudosahakingu.livejournal.comHaruka pushes the door open with some haste, and grins in a tight, impatient way on noticing what the opened door reveals. 'If she's going to get misplaced, this is the most misplaceful she could be.' Michiru's lovely green hair is easily spotted, and Haruka's only halfway across the room before impatience boils over sufficient to bellowing: 'MICHIRU! You're going to miss Rei's whole birthday party!'
When the door opens...
Apr. 16th, 2006 11:36 pmdiipu-sabmergii.livejournal.com...the woman with the sea-green hair standing there puts one hand over her mouth in surprise, but steps in nonetheless.
She looks around, holding an elaborately-ribboned pale pink box carefully, as if to keep the contents from sliding. 'I remember this place... and I wonder....' Could the person she was looking for be here instead of at the shrine?
Michiru starts strolling around the room, looking through the crowd for a pretty, black-haired girl -- it's Rei Hino's birthday, and Michiru baked a cake.
She looks around, holding an elaborately-ribboned pale pink box carefully, as if to keep the contents from sliding. 'I remember this place... and I wonder....' Could the person she was looking for be here instead of at the shrine?
Michiru starts strolling around the room, looking through the crowd for a pretty, black-haired girl -- it's Rei Hino's birthday, and Michiru baked a cake.
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Apr. 16th, 2006 11:29 pmanthy-rosebride.livejournal.comAnthy's rubbing the last traces of lotion into her hands when she reaches the bottom of the stairs, and she looks more than a little tired.
"Ramen noodles, please, if it's not too much trouble. Pork. And something cold to drink."
The bowl appears, and a can of Match; she scans the tables.
"Ramen noodles, please, if it's not too much trouble. Pork. And something cold to drink."
The bowl appears, and a can of Match; she scans the tables.
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Feb. 1st, 2005 01:34 amforbiddensailor.livejournal.comAfter some thoughtful contemplation and research on behalf of her mun...
Hotaru descends into the bar, wearing a light blue cardigan and shirt, and black or grey everything else. She avoids any/all of the mess that is going on and walks over to a booth against the wall, then slides back into the corner and lies her head down on her folded arms.
She doesn't wish to be disturbed. Just an alone sort of moment.
Who is she? she wonders.
Will she ever get home?
Will she die, first, despite the best efforts of the patrons?
She considers all this, and more, with a straight, sober face, as she stares into the wood of the bench opposite her own.
Then she turns her face, sighs, and closes her eyes.
Why can't she just be a normal kid?...
Hotaru descends into the bar, wearing a light blue cardigan and shirt, and black or grey everything else. She avoids any/all of the mess that is going on and walks over to a booth against the wall, then slides back into the corner and lies her head down on her folded arms.
She doesn't wish to be disturbed. Just an alone sort of moment.
Who is she? she wonders.
Will she ever get home?
Will she die, first, despite the best efforts of the patrons?
She considers all this, and more, with a straight, sober face, as she stares into the wood of the bench opposite her own.
Then she turns her face, sighs, and closes her eyes.
Why can't she just be a normal kid?...
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Dec. 4th, 2004 08:44 pmblue_ajah*Moiraine comes in and goes to the buffet table to obtain some fruit before taking a seat at her usual table. Once again, a rat is waiting there with tea, having seen her enter. She smiles serenely and thanks it for its attentiveness, and makes a mental note to find out if the rats have names-- this one in particular.*
