Post by G ♥ t h i k a l e a on Jul 15, 2010 23:54:29 GMT -5
This is a private RP. For me.
As I sit along the hard, rough, scorching concrete cement sidewalk, crossing my legs and absentmindedly running my fingers through the wet, freshly newly cut emerald grass, I sigh uncontentedly.
"I wish life wasn't so damn shitty," I mutter under my breath. It's not loud enough for anyone to hear, hopefully...
Momoshiro, with his heavily styled gelled spiky hair, walks by laughing and smiling, holding Kaidoh's hand in his; they appear to be on a date, as neither of them are wearing their Seigaku jackets or holding tennis rackets. Kaidoh, without his dark green bandana today, stops abruptly at my sentence. Certainly he wasn't able to hear what I said? It jerks Momo back too, and he looks a little disconcerted. I guess that the date had been going along quite well.
"Eh? What's up, Mamushi?"
Kaidoh hisses, then in a whisper, says, "She's depressed, let's help her."
As if I can't hear him.
Momo nods, understanding. After all, we're neighbors, and therefore friends. "...Oh, okay. Hi, Christy."
He rubs the back of his head, smiling sheepishly, wondering how to please me. And I'm happy that it is sincere, that he's not just helping me because Kaidoh told him to. It's nice to have friends, even if they are...Well, I'd rather not say it. It's cute how the two are always fighting, arguing, but they always end up together and on dates anyway. Maybe if I had a relationship like that, between someone who hated me but loved me, then it would be better than wishing to have a relationship with someone who loves me more than enough, more than I would ever deserve, but just as a friend.
"Hey..."
I try to smile, try to reassure them that I'm okay, and I'm a pretty damn good liar when it comes to it, but only when I want to lie, and right now I don't really want to. Does that seem selfish? Perhaps it does, as I'm disrupting their date with my pitiful sorrows. Anyway, Momo and Kaidoh can tell that I'm not really as happy as I'm trying to be, so they sit down beside me. Not with me in the middle, of course, but the two of them just sit sort of in front of me, right smack in the middle of the newly mowed grass, it's always newly mowed here, and I hope that they don't get in trouble for grass stains on their jeans. As they sit down, they cast dark shadows onto the concrete from the bright sunlight. But none of us are bothered by it, this heavy sunshine, the beautiful pristine blue sky, the white fluffy clouds that roll by, some quickly and some slowly. There are no cars driving by, and I am acquainted with all of the neighbors. It's a small neighborhood, and everyone loves each other. Perfect couples. Getting here is hard, but once you're here you can pretty much expect a permanent residence...And it never rains here. Nothing ever goes wrong or changes. Everything is perfect, unless I wish it otherwise.
Momo shifts uncomfortably. "What's up?"
"Nothing much." I feign innocence, plucking a small white flower from the ground. A daisy? No, daisies are yellow, right? I don't remember anymore, and when I don't remember, then it doesn't exist. So the flower disappears in my hand, leaving an empty green stalk. I do not mourn over this. If I want flowers, then plenty will show up. No one will question it.
And Kaidoh frowns at the fact that I hadn't answered truthfully. "Fshuuuu. Tell us."
And I love how Kaidoh said 'us' instead of 'me', thereby putting the two tennis players together in a relationship. A relationship. Something I don't deserve and never will. I will stay single all my life. Why can't I appreciate it? ...Also, I do not have to tell them. They already know. They know how I feel right now, my pain, my selfishness, the aches, the turmoil that lies within my heart. All of this is just going through the motions, because that's how it works here. Everything is peaceful. They know me, I know them, and we all laugh and smile and giggle together.
I bite my lip, although I know the ending to this scene already. "Well. It concerns neither of you, but..."
How should I start?
And then numerous other people start to walk out of their houses, all of my neighbors, having finished the tending of their gardens, their training, their fighting, or whatever else it is that my neighbors do. For they all have different jobs, but they all live in this neighborhood. My neighborhood. It's not even named, so maybe I should name it one day -- but I fear that I will forget its name, and so then I will forget all of my neighbors one by one, and they will all fade away.
"Just start from the beginning," a deep teenage voice says. This is Bobby Pendragon. I do not remember his face much, only that he has bright blue-green eyes and a well-toned body along with brown hair. And so that is how he shows up: with a tan, muscles, and a t-shirt that's so unbelievably pure white that it seems to make him glow due to the sunlight. And his face is blurry, but you can see his eyes. They're bright blue green, like an everlasting tropical pool that will never stop moving. They shine, and suck people in. Most girls would die for these eyes. Thank goodness I'm the only girl in this world.
But no eyes will ever match those of the person who shows up next. The owner of them is pretty old, but here, he's eternally young, stuck at around the age of twenty five to thirty, depending on my mood. His hair ends at the middle of his back. It is such a lustrous silver color, and seems so silky smooth, that sometimes I wish to cut it off and keep it for myself - just a little bit of it, to touch it, to stroke it. But I remind myself that Pendragon would not be happy with that, because that is the way that I have programmed him to act. Pretending not to love his enemy Saint Dane, the one with the piercing icy pale blue eyes, but always getting jealous and doing things that show his affection unconsciously anyway. And damn, they are ice. It's like a frost took over them, and they will take over you if you look at them. The only one who can stand up against those eyes are that teenage boy, the one with those of aquamarine.
And as everyone shows up and sits around me in a circle like they do everyday, to listen to me, I smile, immediately feeling a whole lot better and remembering what mattered the most - that what happened out there in the world wasn't of any consequence to me, as long as I had this to come back to everyday. Because to me, the world was loehg, as it was named in Thailand. And loehg, being pronounced the same way, had two meanings: One, the world. And two...Disease.
This world, this one, this small neighborhood full of people that loved me and cared about me, this perfect one, this one was the one that mattered. Who cared what happened out there? Because this world had no disease, I could come back to it.
This world wasn't loehg. This one was comfort. Happiness, which you could taste from every single tear drop that was never shed.
And then I thought of the perfect name for the neighborhood. One that I would never forget.
I would name it:
Gothikalea.
As I sit along the hard, rough, scorching concrete cement sidewalk, crossing my legs and absentmindedly running my fingers through the wet, freshly newly cut emerald grass, I sigh uncontentedly.
"I wish life wasn't so damn shitty," I mutter under my breath. It's not loud enough for anyone to hear, hopefully...
Momoshiro, with his heavily styled gelled spiky hair, walks by laughing and smiling, holding Kaidoh's hand in his; they appear to be on a date, as neither of them are wearing their Seigaku jackets or holding tennis rackets. Kaidoh, without his dark green bandana today, stops abruptly at my sentence. Certainly he wasn't able to hear what I said? It jerks Momo back too, and he looks a little disconcerted. I guess that the date had been going along quite well.
"Eh? What's up, Mamushi?"
Kaidoh hisses, then in a whisper, says, "She's depressed, let's help her."
As if I can't hear him.
Momo nods, understanding. After all, we're neighbors, and therefore friends. "...Oh, okay. Hi, Christy."
He rubs the back of his head, smiling sheepishly, wondering how to please me. And I'm happy that it is sincere, that he's not just helping me because Kaidoh told him to. It's nice to have friends, even if they are...Well, I'd rather not say it. It's cute how the two are always fighting, arguing, but they always end up together and on dates anyway. Maybe if I had a relationship like that, between someone who hated me but loved me, then it would be better than wishing to have a relationship with someone who loves me more than enough, more than I would ever deserve, but just as a friend.
"Hey..."
I try to smile, try to reassure them that I'm okay, and I'm a pretty damn good liar when it comes to it, but only when I want to lie, and right now I don't really want to. Does that seem selfish? Perhaps it does, as I'm disrupting their date with my pitiful sorrows. Anyway, Momo and Kaidoh can tell that I'm not really as happy as I'm trying to be, so they sit down beside me. Not with me in the middle, of course, but the two of them just sit sort of in front of me, right smack in the middle of the newly mowed grass, it's always newly mowed here, and I hope that they don't get in trouble for grass stains on their jeans. As they sit down, they cast dark shadows onto the concrete from the bright sunlight. But none of us are bothered by it, this heavy sunshine, the beautiful pristine blue sky, the white fluffy clouds that roll by, some quickly and some slowly. There are no cars driving by, and I am acquainted with all of the neighbors. It's a small neighborhood, and everyone loves each other. Perfect couples. Getting here is hard, but once you're here you can pretty much expect a permanent residence...And it never rains here. Nothing ever goes wrong or changes. Everything is perfect, unless I wish it otherwise.
Momo shifts uncomfortably. "What's up?"
"Nothing much." I feign innocence, plucking a small white flower from the ground. A daisy? No, daisies are yellow, right? I don't remember anymore, and when I don't remember, then it doesn't exist. So the flower disappears in my hand, leaving an empty green stalk. I do not mourn over this. If I want flowers, then plenty will show up. No one will question it.
And Kaidoh frowns at the fact that I hadn't answered truthfully. "Fshuuuu. Tell us."
And I love how Kaidoh said 'us' instead of 'me', thereby putting the two tennis players together in a relationship. A relationship. Something I don't deserve and never will. I will stay single all my life. Why can't I appreciate it? ...Also, I do not have to tell them. They already know. They know how I feel right now, my pain, my selfishness, the aches, the turmoil that lies within my heart. All of this is just going through the motions, because that's how it works here. Everything is peaceful. They know me, I know them, and we all laugh and smile and giggle together.
I bite my lip, although I know the ending to this scene already. "Well. It concerns neither of you, but..."
How should I start?
And then numerous other people start to walk out of their houses, all of my neighbors, having finished the tending of their gardens, their training, their fighting, or whatever else it is that my neighbors do. For they all have different jobs, but they all live in this neighborhood. My neighborhood. It's not even named, so maybe I should name it one day -- but I fear that I will forget its name, and so then I will forget all of my neighbors one by one, and they will all fade away.
"Just start from the beginning," a deep teenage voice says. This is Bobby Pendragon. I do not remember his face much, only that he has bright blue-green eyes and a well-toned body along with brown hair. And so that is how he shows up: with a tan, muscles, and a t-shirt that's so unbelievably pure white that it seems to make him glow due to the sunlight. And his face is blurry, but you can see his eyes. They're bright blue green, like an everlasting tropical pool that will never stop moving. They shine, and suck people in. Most girls would die for these eyes. Thank goodness I'm the only girl in this world.
But no eyes will ever match those of the person who shows up next. The owner of them is pretty old, but here, he's eternally young, stuck at around the age of twenty five to thirty, depending on my mood. His hair ends at the middle of his back. It is such a lustrous silver color, and seems so silky smooth, that sometimes I wish to cut it off and keep it for myself - just a little bit of it, to touch it, to stroke it. But I remind myself that Pendragon would not be happy with that, because that is the way that I have programmed him to act. Pretending not to love his enemy Saint Dane, the one with the piercing icy pale blue eyes, but always getting jealous and doing things that show his affection unconsciously anyway. And damn, they are ice. It's like a frost took over them, and they will take over you if you look at them. The only one who can stand up against those eyes are that teenage boy, the one with those of aquamarine.
And as everyone shows up and sits around me in a circle like they do everyday, to listen to me, I smile, immediately feeling a whole lot better and remembering what mattered the most - that what happened out there in the world wasn't of any consequence to me, as long as I had this to come back to everyday. Because to me, the world was loehg, as it was named in Thailand. And loehg, being pronounced the same way, had two meanings: One, the world. And two...Disease.
This world, this one, this small neighborhood full of people that loved me and cared about me, this perfect one, this one was the one that mattered. Who cared what happened out there? Because this world had no disease, I could come back to it.
This world wasn't loehg. This one was comfort. Happiness, which you could taste from every single tear drop that was never shed.
And then I thought of the perfect name for the neighborhood. One that I would never forget.
I would name it:
Gothikalea.