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Post by Elizabeth Hammel on Jul 27, 2007 9:54:29 GMT -5
Elizabeth had been in the mall for a while, but hadn't done much shopping. At the moment, she was just sitting on a bench, staring into the window of a store. She originally came to the mall to meet one of her friends, but she called at the last minute and said she couldn't make it. Lizzie's parents had already made plans to host some big event in her house, and Lizzie didn't want to have to talk to her parents' clients, acting happy all of the time, like she actually wanted to be there.
And really, the mall was a fun place to be. It could definitely snap you out of your boredom. Some of the popular stores, though, Lizzie didn't like. Plus, she had very little money, only enough for lunch. So basically, she was stuck in the mall with absolutely nothing to do, nobody to talk to. Her brother was at college, so she couldn't hang out with him like she always used to. And she really didn't know anyone else all that well. Sure, she had been living here for a long while, but she really only had a few best friends. She knew people, she could walk up and say 'hi' to them, but they weren't really friends. Lizzie had horrible luck with friends, and a hard time making them.
She tapped her foot, humming a song she had heard on the radio this morning, and looked around. She just needed someone to talk to, so she wouldn't look like a fool sitting on a bench in the middle of a crowded mall. She smoothed out her tank top, pulling up her sweatpants. Sure, it wasn't something the normal teenager wears to a mall, but it's not like she would run into anybody important here. Practically all of the people at school probably had places to be, people to see. But Lizzie didn't. She felt like a nobody, which was sort of normal when you're her age. Lizzie looked around again, not really knowing what to do next.
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Post by Hotaka Sutaro on Jul 27, 2007 10:49:11 GMT -5
Hotaka was a man... well... guy.... with a mission. Right now that mission was simple. He needed some new guitar strings. As he walked the slight limp he had was clearly visable. Although it was a cloudy day he still wore his beloved Darts Sunglasses. In one hand he easily carried his motorbike helmet, the bag strapped across his back and yes he was wearing his light weight motorbiking leathers. These were pure black, with some slight flame detailing, though the jacket was open to reveal his clothes under the leathers, complete with his cross necklace, a present from one of his oldest friends in Japan as well as his twisted chain necklace
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Post by Elizabeth Hammel on Jul 27, 2007 11:26:26 GMT -5
Elizabeth looked around, now anxious for something, anything really, to do. She stopped and stared at the people walking by, fully aware that it was very rude but not really smart enough to stop. A group of young teenagers with nothing to do started staring back at her, laughing, pointing at what she was wearing and doing. She could have retaliated, but she didn't. She remembered when she used to be like that, carefree and willing to have fun even if she was in a bad mood. Now, all she wanted to do was sit on the bench and sulk until she found someone to talk to.
She kept looking around, wanting to find someone interesting to talk to. She noticed a guy limping towards a store, and she kept staring. He had probably noticed she was staring by now, but again, she didn't really care. She got up off of the bench, and walked in the direction of the guy. It was sad, she had nothing better to do than to follow people. But at least she was doing something.
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Post by Hotaka Sutaro on Jul 27, 2007 11:33:09 GMT -5
Hotaka had indeed felt eyes on him not that he was bothered, He glanced over his shoulder seeing someone following him, before he shrugged it off, slowing his pace slightly. If he admitted it to himself.... he was lonely. To him this was a strange place, he didn't truly fit in here. He knew it as well. He heard a few jibes in his direction due to his hair style and rather feminine build, again he no longer cared. If he had any choice in the matter he'd have rather been back in Japan.
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Post by Elizabeth Hammel on Jul 28, 2007 8:54:27 GMT -5
Elizabeth continued walking, not really knowing where she was going or what she was doing. She just had nothing better to do than to follow this poor guy. It was obvious that he was going somewhere, and she probably came off as extremely rude, but it was what she did sometimes. She always needed to keep extremely busy, or she would get angry. Whenever she had free time, she'd think about things. Not good things, bad things, which made her upset. So basically, keeping busy was something she needed to do often. Even if it meant just talking to someone.
She walked quickly up next to him and smiled, the best that she could. "Hey," she said softly, not really knowing what to say to a stranger who probably had better things to do than to talk to another stranger. She quickly pulled her curly brown hair back into a ponytail, because it had probably become unpresentable by now. She had just washed it and didn't blow-dry it, so it curled up even more than it usually did. By now, it was probably the frizziest hair anyone had ever seen in a lifetime. At least, that's how Lizzie saw it.
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Post by Hotaka Sutaro on Jul 28, 2007 8:57:27 GMT -5
Hotaka smiled "Heya," he replied quietly. He was glad of the company to be honest, though he didn't show it in his facial expression. He sighed as he heard more jibes come his direction due to his hair style and the like, his eyes narrowing behind the sunglasses he wore in sadness.
He was constantly being reminded that he was different. That he didn't fit in here. That he didn't.... didn't belong.
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Post by Elizabeth Hammel on Jul 29, 2007 7:45:04 GMT -5
Elizabeth smiled again - this time it was a genuine smile. She was glad that the boy responded, considering she needed some company, and didn't know who else to talk to. Not really sure of what to say next, she blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "I'm Elizabeth," she said. He probably didn't care what her name was, but it didn't matter. Elizabeth was used to being blown off.
She looked away for a moment, scanning the crowd. She didn't want someone else to talk to, she just did this when she was bored. If she had been sitting, she would have starting singing, or humming, in this case. But she was walking, so there wasn't much she could do besides look around and stare. She twirled her hair around her finger, something she did at times. It was a nervous habit, that and drumming her fingers on the table.
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Post by Hotaka Sutaro on Jul 29, 2007 12:14:10 GMT -5
Hotaka smiled "Sut...I mean Hotaka Sutaro," he corrected himself swiftly. Yeh he still wasn't quite used to the english way of introducing yourself yet... well Western way. He was still used to the Japanese way, last name first. "Its nice to meet you Elizabeth," he added on with a genuine smile of his own.
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Post by Elizabeth Hammel on Jul 29, 2007 12:48:10 GMT -5
"Same," she said, still twirling her hair around her finger. Hotaka didn't exactly sound like an American name, so he must be from somewhere else. Lizzie smiled again, a small smile. Now her mind was going to wander off into the subject of names. She had always hated her name, because there had been three Elizabeths in her elementary school, and it was such a common name. She envied most people with original names. That's how she got the nickname Lizzie, which is what most of her friends call her. Of course, it was a kiddish name, so now she either introduced herself as Elizabeth or Liz.
She snapped back into reality for a moment and asked another question, so not to look dumb by just walking with a blank expression on her face. "So where are you headed?" she asked calmly, putting her hands into the pockets of her sweatpants.
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Post by Hotaka Sutaro on Jul 29, 2007 12:51:14 GMT -5
Hotaka smiled. "Pick up some new strings for my guitar, and then... well... wherever, I've no plans other then just to pick some guitar strings up, mine are starting to show the wear," he replied with a smile. That guitar he'd had since he was about 11, no doubt soon he'd need a new one, not that he'd ever get rid of his old one.
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Post by Elizabeth Hammel on Jul 30, 2007 10:46:28 GMT -5
Lizzie smiled, taking her hands out of her pockets and crossing her arms. She was starting to get cold, even though it was rather warm outside. But she got cold easily, so it wasn't anything new. That might explain why she was wearing sweatpants. But she was wearing a tank top, so it wasn't like she was burning. She would just rather be warm than cold.
She lifted her head when she heard him say he needed guitar strings. "You play the guitar?" she questioned. Sure, it was a stupid question, considering he had just told her that he did, but it was more a statement of surprise. "Me too. But i'm not the best. I love it, though," she rambled, stopping after the last sentence. It was another one of her tendencies, rambling, that is. She usually did it when she was either nervous or excited. It got on some people's nerves, but most didn't mind. They just considered her childlike excitement rather odd.
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Post by Hotaka Sutaro on Jul 30, 2007 10:53:58 GMT -5
Hotaka smiled. "I'd feel... well.... like I wasn't whole if I didn't have my guitar or my Ducati motorbike," he replied with a smile. It was rare he admitted he owned a motorbike if he didn't want to be questioned to deeply about his age. HE just hoped he could pull off the 'older then actually is' trick that had so far held him in good sted. He wasn't keen on lieing to people, but still.
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Post by Elizabeth Hammel on Jul 30, 2007 11:09:04 GMT -5
Elizabeth smiled, because she could relate. If she didn't have one of her most prized posessions, she wouldn't feel complete. One of those was her guitar. If she really thought about it, though, that was the only thing she really called her prized posession. Her mother had many of Elizabeth's prized posessions when she was younger, and her mother loved them, but Elizabeth couldn't care less. One of them was her old stuffed bunny, whom she apparently loved, according to her mother. But Elizabeth didn't really remember them.
"Motorbike, interesting," she thought out loud. It wasn't really meant to be heard, but there was no harm doing it if it was.
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Post by Hotaka Sutaro on Jul 30, 2007 11:33:34 GMT -5
Hotaka glanced at Elizabeth before he shrugged entering the shop, muttering something to the person behind the till. The strings had to have been specially ordered in. As the person collected them and put them in a bag Hotaka passed, with slight difficulty having to work it out, the required money, before he put the bag into his rucksack on his back along with his purse, now he had nowt to do.
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Post by Elizabeth Hammel on Jul 31, 2007 7:59:37 GMT -5
Elizabeth smiled, and having nothing better to do, entered the shop with him. She looked around and stared, not really knowing what to do at the moment. When he was done buying his strings, she walked over and stood in front of him, not really knowing what to do next. "Uh," she stuttered, probably looking like a fool. But he was probably used to it by now, considering she did it often.
"So, you play guitar. And you have a motorbike. What else do you do?" she asked. She hadn't told him much about herself, but she had a tendency to talk about herself, and it turned people away. Lots of people. She normally wouldn't care, but when it came to strangers, she tried to make the best first impression she possibly could. However, if people didn't like her for who she was, it didn't really matter. So she was basically stuck.
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