Post by Ichiru Totsuka on Jul 2, 2015 19:25:59 GMT
[attr="class","iconimage"] I'm dressed to kill and you know that I will
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sad ish Ichiru.
| Of course he was so stressed out, Ichiru didn't like that his "father" had his tama. He wanted it back and he needed to get it back soon, or he'd only be stuck here. It was just not even helpful. Ichiru did not understand why his father had the need to take his Tama away from him. It did not seem like there had to be a reason for it. No his father was just being really freaking weird. To be completely honest he did not understand. The blind spots in his memory had gotten a lot worse lately and he didn't find any comfort in it. Just what was he going to do. Shaking his head he started to walk further away from his work, straight towards the shopping district. At least he'd be able to buy food for the next few days. Getting a paycheck felt great if he wanted to be completely honest about it.
And for once he didn't have to feel like his father was going to steal it from him. His father might be lurking around but so far he figured he was not even here. He wanted to rest and relax so of course he wandered through the shopping distract with a bottle in his bag and some snacks. He could work on this till he passed out, till he was left with nothing in his head, no stress. After all of what was happening he felt like he was getting sick. Sighing lightly Ichiru felt the pain in his chest again. His father was not the nice man after all, he put on a face for other people but still. That was just in front of other people. Ichiru had been hit by him and that was only the start.
But he would never talk about those things. He just kept on walking, he seemed to stumble a little bit. Ichiru was starting to lose his focus, lose his happy appearance. It was starting to fade so much and he didn't like it. He wanted to keep his overly cheerful appearance as he always did. But no it was not working. This was such a bad idea to think it'd ever get him anywhere anyway. Right? Perhaps he'd figure it out later on if he could actually do those things. People weren't going to care about him. Likely they'd end up ignoring him anyway. It seemed pretty simple right now.
He felt dizzy and grabbed his forehead on instinct. It was starting to hurt a little or maybe a lot. However at that same moment he didn't get what to do. A headache from working too hard maybe. Ichiru hated to be vulnerable and depressed right now. But it was there and he could do nothing.
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Post by freya tressle on Jul 3, 2015 22:38:21 GMT
Shopping was probably one of her most favorite hobbies, other than music of course. There were times when she couldn't get enough of finding outfits that matched and looked nice on her, since most of her wardrobe was now off limits. She had to lay low so no one would know who she really was after all, and that was something she wanted to keep a secret. That part of her life was over now... so she didn't have much to worry about as an actual artist that she was since she had made a new life here.
Helping kids as a guidance councilor was actually something she had always wanted to do, so she had exchanged one job for the other. the woman walked happily down the shopping district her hands filled with various bags, and a few extra thing for her fellow councilor and for the assistant headmaster maxi. Things were shaping up to be quite interesting between the two and she wanted it to stay that way, it was nice being close to someone after losing people that were precious to you. So when the woman managed to see the kitsune doubled over in what seemed like pain, a mother's hen protectiveness came over her instantly.
"Oh my goodness, are you alright?" she asked the boy instantly setting down her bags to make sure that he other was okay. Her hands gently moved to the boy's shoulders to make sure to keep him steady as gentle green orbs looked into his. "Is there anything I can do for you?" she asked softly. "My name is Freya, I'm a guidance councilor at Hisso." she explained so the other wouldn't think that she was some crazy that was trying to do anything to him. The worry in her eyes however would probably be enough to tell the other she meant no harm and she really did want to help the poor kitsune. | You know, I thought you were so naive, but you were runnin' again on me - 'cause baby, I saw through your lies, lies, lies. When I had the world in the palm of my hand you never looked at another man, but when I started to slip you said, "Bye, bye, bye". Time has made you just a memory. Now I'm winnin', so baby either see - you're runnin' back to me. You better keep on runnin', don't stop runnin', keep on running, 'cause you can't catch me. You better keep on runnin', don't stop runnin', keep on running. Oh, yeah. |
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i'm only human, but i try hard
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Post by Ichiru Totsuka on Jul 3, 2015 23:55:31 GMT
[attr="class","iconimage"] I'm dressed to kill and you know that I will
○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ We're dancing in the dark with my hands around your heart | Ichiru didn't like how he had suddenly began to feel. It was almost like his father was watching him, or plotting. Not a pleasant feeling to have so suddenly in front of other people. The dizzy feeling got worse each time he tried to take a step. He found that doubling over didn't entirely help but Ichiru didn't know what to do. All he wanted was that gross feeling to fade away quickly so he could keep moving. Before someone noticed him. Shopping hadn't gone as planned now. How come he couldn't have some self control? Had his father caused this? The stress from just working, life and trying not to upset his father so he could get his tama back. He needed that thing. Ichiru sighed lightly and tried to straighten up again when he felt hands touching him. Hands he was quite certain he didn't know. After all there were a lot of people here he had no idea who they were.
"P-please don't." The boy mumbled without looking in her direction. He was startled and shaky. Maybe the work had caught up with him or he was just playing an act. His father would get upset if he let someone else help though. Or at least if he let them realize anything might be going on. Ichiru felt nervous but he had no idea how to make this woman go away. She went to the school, he could hear that name pass her lips and trying to ignore it was only going to work so well obviously. "I-I'm fine. Just a little dizzy don't worry about me. Father will..well nevermind." He trailed off at the end of that sentence. He couldn't say his father would get mad. That man was probably listening somewhere.
He thought he'd be okay but really he didn't feel right. Probably his own fault in the end. After all everything he did caused some form of problems for another person. And he hated it but this was just how things went. There was no avoiding it no matter how he wanted to. He wanted to run but he wasn't sure if he could yet. What if father was watching? He glanced over at her the best he could and sighed. "I don't need anything but thank you." He was afraid of her finding anything. He wanted to tug away but didn't because of that and other things going through his mind.
Maybe he could use her if his father wasn't around. Or his "brother" wasn't either. Both of those would be good for him but right now Ichiru still felt too cautious. He was trying to keep his stress from boiling over all over again.
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Post by freya tressle on Jul 23, 2015 8:21:31 GMT
Freya hadn't meant to startle the other, in fact it was quite the opposite. If she didn't know any better she had thought she had seen this boy at the academy. In fact, she was quite positive, it was mostly because when you were a councilor you generally had a record of all the students for one reason or another. She couldn't quite put a finger on the boys name, but she had seen him around even if he hadn't come to the office on a personal level. Freya could only wonder if everything was going okay at home and if the boys family knew he was having problems like this, if they didn't they should be informed so he didn't get in trouble when he was out without help.
She could tell that he was shaky as if he was afraid of her touch and Freya frowned some and slowly moved her hands off his shoulders. "I'm not going to hurt you sweetie." she slowly assured him as he spoke saying what he did. That worried her more than she would like to admit, and the woman quietly watched him as he tried to get himself together. Freya couldn't help being worried, as a councilor, she had heard of things like this where children suffered in their homes. Freya bit her lip some as the boy only seemed to more assure her that things were not as they should be saying something about his father before he stopped himself. It only caused the woman to be more worried about the boy.
Freya couldn't help it as he said he didn't need anything to worry about him. "Would you at least let me give you some medicine?" she asked digging into her handbag. She always kept some headache medicine on hand from her kids cause that was the most common problem, and of course.. in case she got one. "I have some medicine for headaches for the students that come to the office." she said pulling it out and offering the boy some. "Are you sure there isn't anything I can do to help you? We aren't at the school, but I can definitely listen if you need to talk about something. We could go to my place if you'd like, if you don't feel comfortable. You can leave whenever you like." she said trying to coax him to coming with her.
She didn't know what it was, but there was definitely something that was going on here.. something that she needed to find out for this boys sake. | You know, I thought you were so naive, but you were runnin' again on me - 'cause baby, I saw through your lies, lies, lies. When I had the world in the palm of my hand you never looked at another man, but when I started to slip you said, "Bye, bye, bye". Time has made you just a memory. Now I'm winnin', so baby either see - you're runnin' back to me. You better keep on runnin', don't stop runnin', keep on running, 'cause you can't catch me. You better keep on runnin', don't stop runnin', keep on running. Oh, yeah. |
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i'm only human, but i try hard
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Post by Ichiru Totsuka on Jul 23, 2015 22:38:17 GMT
[attr="class","iconimage"] I'm dressed to kill and you know that I will
○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ We're dancing in the dark with my hands around your heart | Ichiru wanted to flee, why did this woman have to approach him. All he could have done was go home and get drunk, simple as that really. Though of course it probably wouldn't mean very much in the long run either. He hated to feel these things, and be struggling with his own inner thoughts. His stomach hurt for a second there but he just shrugged this off completely. It'd probably not matter, since it seemed this girl was not going to leave him alone. Ichiru needed to get the hell out of here though it wouldn't help. If she was even at the school then she'd be able to find him again. Which he didn't want at all honestly. 'P-please leave me alone. Go away, please.' He pleaded in his own mind. Maybe she'd just go away, a rather simple thought. However at the same time he did not want to be the one who let all of this get to him.
He felt a bit more relaxed when she stopped touching him. At least Ichiru could calm down now for a few moments before she tried to pressure him into something again. Seriously just what the hell was she even thinking about right now? Why would she do that? Ichiru didn't get why someone would care. If his father heard about this then he would not escape without some trouble. Because he brought a lot of attention to himself. That was not something he wanted to do, Ichiru had never enjoyed it either. "But..." He didn't want to make this girl upset or anything. This boy felt so weird to be completely honest. He did not know this girl, she might be someone from the school but Ichiru avoided most people in the school. He did not want to talk to them.
Connections were bad since of course his father had his Tama still, and he was not free until he had that back. He was literally his father's blood doll too no matter how he looked at it. But of course his father would not want to know about that either. It would only cause more problems if people realized those things about them anyway. He shook his head, the boy didn't want the medicine from her. Ichiru felt bad even getting involved with her, or dragging her into his problems. "P-please don't I'm fine. I don't need it, I don't need anything." He didn't want or need help. Okay maybe he needed it but he didn't want it. Not from her. She'd only end up getting hurt if she tried to help him at all. His father was not a nice person.
He almost wanted to say leave me alone. But he couldn't, he just sighed lightly and wondered what he was supposed to do. "I don't care I just wanna get off the streets okay. So whatever let's go..I guess." Maybe his father wouldn't notice, and he'd be okay. And she'd be okay. He didn't want to be the reason she got into a lot of trouble after all. He wasn't going to say what was going on here, it wouldn't help.
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