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Post by Logan Faulkner on Nov 27, 2012 23:55:53 GMT -5
A prominent bucket hat would weave in and out between the snaking pedestrians. This certainly was a busy day, no doubt.
But usually people weren't always this close.
The man was doing his best to keep himself from consistently bumping shoulders with everyone as he continued, his brow twitching more and more as he realized his evasive maneuvers were to no avail. The urge to simply knock everyone down was overwhelming, but the man possessed neither the ability nor the galls to do such a thing.
Some of these people were pretty big, after all.
While he was lost in this thoughts, he wouldn't notice the pinked haired woman walking his way until it would be too late. Unless she were to do something, the two would have walked straight into one another.
The man would adjust his hat, as it would have almost tumbled forward from atop his head.
"Gomen."
He would have almost walked away were it not for bright shade of hair. It was soooo pink.
"That's a color you don't see too often", he would remark.
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Post by Crocker L. Kass on Nov 28, 2012 0:38:13 GMT -5
"Glglglglgl.... glglglgl.... ow Aver you are one sick twisted little pervert glglgl." said a fairly well dressed, yet still strange, woman in her mid 20's that appeared to be just some average traveler passing through the area with amber tinted glasses resting on her head and gold-yellow eyes. She was sitting on a bench next to some store laughing after reading lines in the book she was holding. After reading one line blush lines appeared under her eyes and she crew a slightly perverted smile. The man that was sitting next to her grew slightly curious and looked at the cover of the book, at the sight of it he was stumped for a bit as he could not figure out how this woman was not completely ashamed of herself for reading such 'trash'. The woman was to focused on reading to even notice him looking or even telling her that she should be ashamed.
Somewhere else in the town, there was a small group of marines in standard uniforms who were walking through one of the more 'criminal' areas of the town. Each of them holding the same wanted poster and looking at nearly every single person they passed and then back to the poster as if they were looking for someone specific, and what most people guessed was some pirate that was passing through the town. One of them was holding a captains jacket across his arm through one could tell at a simple glance that it was not his.
Back on the bench the apparent perverted woman was still reading her book, though as the minutes passed the crowds around her kept on getting louder and louder. Eventually breaking her out of her self induced trance, looking up for a moment to see a fairly well looking woman with pink hair in front of her. At first glance she looked familiar, as if she had seen her face somewhere before... then it came to her that she looked just like one of the characters in the book she was reading; though for apparent reasons that would rarely ever be taken in as a compliment. "Pinkie!" she yelled out to the pink haired girl, beckoning her over "Are you the girl in this book?" she said holding up the cover for her to see; a cover that needed to be blurred out for viewing audiences. Having a bit of a fangirl moment.
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Post by Logan Faulkner on Dec 7, 2012 19:40:14 GMT -5
Well that was kinda cute.
When they had collided, the girl's body was momentarily tangled with his own through her actions. Maybe it was the hesitation in her actions, the slight amount of fear present in her eyes, but there was something innocent behind her nervousness that flipped a switch in the back of Logan's mind.
Anyway, with banter out of the way, the man would have continued along his path. If only the other woman hadn't intervened.
In her hand, the older female held a rather provocative image of another pink-haired heroine. Apparently she had though the two looked very similar.
Logan burst out laughing.
His chuckles would shake him to his very core. He could only imagine what it would have been like to have met someone of such fame right in the middle of the street. It would have been something if it really were her.
Another look at the image, and a quick bounce back towards the pink-haired stranger, and Logan was in tears once more.
"The resemblance is uncanny, though", he managed to purr through his stifled laughter.
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Post by Crocker L. Kass on Dec 7, 2012 23:58:10 GMT -5
As she held up the book for the pink haired girl to see many of the bystanders who happened to be watching or just passing by could clearly see what was on the cover of the book. Most of them getting a strange look in their eyes as they started muttering things under their breath to themselves and to each other; most likely how could someone show something like that in public. After realizing what it was many of them walked off while dragging their children with them, most of them begged their parents to let them get a closer look at the cover; obviously interested in the storyline.
As she waited for the pink haired girl to answer part of her brain was screaming at the top of her inner voice that she had just met the star, or at least the inspiration for the heroin in her book, and the other half was yelling at the other half to shut up and get back to reading. Completely ignoring all of the bystanders around them.
So when the pink haired girl hissed at her that she was in fact not the girl on the cover half of her sunk a little bit in a depression, and the other half saying I told you so! "Really?" she said with bit of a sweet and innocent tone to her voice and facial expression, looking at the cover again and back to the pink haired girl "are you sure?" she said as if she was the character in the book she obviously would not say it blatantly otherwise she would never get some peace and quiet.
After hearing the man in the hat speak she nodded her head in agreement with him "See even he agrees, you two look to much alike for it to be a coincidence." she said as she tried to think of why someone would want to deny being such a heroin, though just about anyone else could see why she could not.
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