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towerofanimus2012-12-30 12:31 pm
pengeen) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-30 12:31 pm
Entry tags:
( backdated to december 28th. ) ( partially closed )
Characters: Kidou Yuuto and Sakuma Jirou (Closed) Kidou Yuuto and you! (Open)
Setting: Room 2-08 and then Meadow
Format: Action bby but I'll do prose just for you ;)
Summary: Kidou received his Christmas present... and he's trying to deal with it.
Warnings: Depressed little shotas... and perhaps a little gore.
[He hadn't had bothered with changing clothes or anything in a few days since... well he's wearing practically all of the clothes he owns because of the cold. So when Kidou woke up this morning and opened his trunk, he was a little surprised to find something new inside.
He pulled out a thin strip of wood, that has the words "Soccer Club" written on it in Japanese. It was no doubt the same one that used to be placed next to the door of his team's clubroom. To anyone else it probably doesn't mean anything to them, it's just a hunk of wood after all. But to Kidou, at the moment it was almost as important to him as his father's magazine.
A few tears start to trail down his cheeks, and he pulls his goggles off to wipe at his eyes, being careful around the empty eyesocket...
Wow, he really missed everyone in Raimon, and he didn't even realize it until now.]
[In the meadow today, there is a familiar dreaded boy kicking a soccer ball. He's already sweating and panting, it looks like he's been at it for a while now. He has a makeshift goal set up with one of his capes spread out like a line on one end of the field, and he dribbles the ball over and stops right in front of it, lifting his leg to kick it into the goal lines. There's a slight hesitation though, as the image of his happy-go-lucky captain appears in his mind, and he ends up kicking the ball way off his mark. He falls to his knees and hands and sits there for a moment, catching his breath as the sweat falls from his skin and drops onto the soft ground below.
After a few more moments, he shifts to sit up on his knees and looks at the ball that had rolled off to the side, his mouth turning into a frown as the oh so familiar phrase "Let's play soccer!" plays in his mind.
He shakes his head and stands up again, jogging over to where the ball was and picking it up to start dribbling again.
Feel free to bother him or ask if you can join, because he wouldn't mind some company!]
Setting: Room 2-08 and then Meadow
Format: Action bby but I'll do prose just for you ;)
Summary: Kidou received his Christmas present... and he's trying to deal with it.
Warnings: Depressed little shotas... and perhaps a little gore.
[He hadn't had bothered with changing clothes or anything in a few days since... well he's wearing practically all of the clothes he owns because of the cold. So when Kidou woke up this morning and opened his trunk, he was a little surprised to find something new inside.
He pulled out a thin strip of wood, that has the words "Soccer Club" written on it in Japanese. It was no doubt the same one that used to be placed next to the door of his team's clubroom. To anyone else it probably doesn't mean anything to them, it's just a hunk of wood after all. But to Kidou, at the moment it was almost as important to him as his father's magazine.
A few tears start to trail down his cheeks, and he pulls his goggles off to wipe at his eyes, being careful around the empty eyesocket...
Wow, he really missed everyone in Raimon, and he didn't even realize it until now.]
[In the meadow today, there is a familiar dreaded boy kicking a soccer ball. He's already sweating and panting, it looks like he's been at it for a while now. He has a makeshift goal set up with one of his capes spread out like a line on one end of the field, and he dribbles the ball over and stops right in front of it, lifting his leg to kick it into the goal lines. There's a slight hesitation though, as the image of his happy-go-lucky captain appears in his mind, and he ends up kicking the ball way off his mark. He falls to his knees and hands and sits there for a moment, catching his breath as the sweat falls from his skin and drops onto the soft ground below.
After a few more moments, he shifts to sit up on his knees and looks at the ball that had rolled off to the side, his mouth turning into a frown as the oh so familiar phrase "Let's play soccer!" plays in his mind.
He shakes his head and stands up again, jogging over to where the ball was and picking it up to start dribbling again.
Feel free to bother him or ask if you can join, because he wouldn't mind some company!]