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OOC: Radio Active Waste I think uzumaki is referring to Reya. Just a suspicion.
EDIT-too late.
IC: Rue neatly carried her suitcase over to the window, and stared out at the scene. She was supposed to surpervise this after all. She easily spotted the Cat. The trademark orange hair was still as brilliantly obvious as ever. She thought she saw the ram with her as well, the dirty chesnut blonde color just as distinguishable as the cat's hair. She could name the rabbits as well. The god had told her not to let the rabbit out of her sight, as she was originally not permitted to come. Ah, how she would loathe being the babysitter. She examined the scene. How sweet. How bluntly deprieved of it's joy by the rudely pointing cat. No matter how much she tried to look at it in a different light, the cat was always the same to her. Stories were all she'd heard, but it was good enough. Rue didn't have time to be judging people herself anyway.
She was prepared to refuse to cure any of the other zodiac, as it would be their fault if they got sick, the ram and cat especially, standing out there wet. It wouldn't be too much of an issue anyway. She doubted any of them would get sick, as it hadn't happened much in the past anyway. Which was the exact reason why she'd never met really any of them. Another doctor could always fix it up. But if one of them got seriously injured, how peeved she would be. Why her? She would ask. Why not someone else?
Rue made her way to the balcony, to resume her babysitting job in a better way. The sea air was never refreshing for her. It just reminded her about the work that needed to be finished. But she was nearly done, and the sea air still wasn't refreshing. She was starting to think she'd never take the god here again. It was merely an annoyance to her now.
Kin grumbled as the sight of the other Sohma's was semi-visible in between the blinds of his window. How naive. Helping other's with their luggage? It was their fault they packed so much in the first place. The only one who was smart enough not to be polite, was the cat. He'd never really met any of them, but the pointing girl was plainly and obviously the cat. The bright orange hair was a slight giveaway. He couldn't help but notice her hair was in a loose braid. Why did almost all the red heads he met have their hair in braids? Did they think it looked good or something?
He shook the thought from his head and settled his attention on the others, giving them his own share of first impression. Those other girls are definet stay-aways. He thought taking one glance at the girl who was helping the others with their luggage. The other boys also looked a little too friendly for his tastes. Perhaps it would be worth getting to know them. In a silent accquaintence of course. They would know his name, and merely his name. And his ability to burst and shout a colorful number of profanities, but nothing on himself.
He let the now extremely shortened eraser of his pencil tap on the desk for a few moments, killing the ringing silence. Kin bit his lip in frustration as his disatisfied expression crossed his face, looking at the pencil as though it had just commited the most heinous crime of all.
"It's too quiet..." Kin said in a voice hoarse from disuse, standing up and looking around the room. It was rare, to see him angry from the silence. He was angry at himself for saying those words, after a year of being able to be silent and love silence, he'd broken it. It had to be these other Sohma's. In such a little time, Kin was able to finish up most of his homework, or at least, a third of it. His head was so empty, of the gossip and tidbits of information collected from adventure books and television, that he had enough room to memorize every little word on a textbook, every useless word a teacher uttered, and all the appearances of the people he met. He knew his teachers names, the god's name, his name, Rue's name, and nobody else's. Merely their appearances. He couldn't even remember his father's name. Simply that he himself called the man 'dad'. His 'mom' was long gone. Had probably left with Rue after his father came with him, to give 'supervision' to such a young kid.
'A kid that would become the scariest bully in school.' Kin thought with a smirk. 'A kid that would become a bully. But also the one with the best grades.' The smirk was gone instantly. His reminiscing was bluntly interuppted by the memory of how many teachers had recommended counseling. He'd been a silent figure, one to be afraid of to the others. One to ridicule and avoid. That'd been fine with him, but the teachers just HAD to interfere. He always replied that he'd never been the one to show his feelings. One to let it go after it'd happened. It was worthless to remember anyway. And so Kin would shake his head and let any memories of loneliness, and rejection fall out of his focus. He remembered that one time he'd managed a run in with a pissed drunk, who managed to tick him off enough to turn black, and being in this state, he wouldn't back off, even after he'd recieved a broken arm and managed to get a deep gash across his cheek from the man's broken wine bottle. Rue had to be the one to heal these injuries, and she'd asked him what he thought being strong was. What pride was.
He never had an answer for her. Or his father when he asked him the very same question. Kin thought each time he was asked this, was, it was different in each person you turned to look at. Kin sighed and did what he always did when he became too reminiscient. He shook his head and thought of something else. He'd let himself think again. He sat down and continued to work. He forgot about the silence, and the dead ringing that came with it, and immersed himself in work. It was probably a family thing, as both he, his father, and Rue could never do anything efficiently without doing anything productive.
EDIT-too late.
IC: Rue neatly carried her suitcase over to the window, and stared out at the scene. She was supposed to surpervise this after all. She easily spotted the Cat. The trademark orange hair was still as brilliantly obvious as ever. She thought she saw the ram with her as well, the dirty chesnut blonde color just as distinguishable as the cat's hair. She could name the rabbits as well. The god had told her not to let the rabbit out of her sight, as she was originally not permitted to come. Ah, how she would loathe being the babysitter. She examined the scene. How sweet. How bluntly deprieved of it's joy by the rudely pointing cat. No matter how much she tried to look at it in a different light, the cat was always the same to her. Stories were all she'd heard, but it was good enough. Rue didn't have time to be judging people herself anyway.
She was prepared to refuse to cure any of the other zodiac, as it would be their fault if they got sick, the ram and cat especially, standing out there wet. It wouldn't be too much of an issue anyway. She doubted any of them would get sick, as it hadn't happened much in the past anyway. Which was the exact reason why she'd never met really any of them. Another doctor could always fix it up. But if one of them got seriously injured, how peeved she would be. Why her? She would ask. Why not someone else?
Rue made her way to the balcony, to resume her babysitting job in a better way. The sea air was never refreshing for her. It just reminded her about the work that needed to be finished. But she was nearly done, and the sea air still wasn't refreshing. She was starting to think she'd never take the god here again. It was merely an annoyance to her now.
Kin grumbled as the sight of the other Sohma's was semi-visible in between the blinds of his window. How naive. Helping other's with their luggage? It was their fault they packed so much in the first place. The only one who was smart enough not to be polite, was the cat. He'd never really met any of them, but the pointing girl was plainly and obviously the cat. The bright orange hair was a slight giveaway. He couldn't help but notice her hair was in a loose braid. Why did almost all the red heads he met have their hair in braids? Did they think it looked good or something?
He shook the thought from his head and settled his attention on the others, giving them his own share of first impression. Those other girls are definet stay-aways. He thought taking one glance at the girl who was helping the others with their luggage. The other boys also looked a little too friendly for his tastes. Perhaps it would be worth getting to know them. In a silent accquaintence of course. They would know his name, and merely his name. And his ability to burst and shout a colorful number of profanities, but nothing on himself.
He let the now extremely shortened eraser of his pencil tap on the desk for a few moments, killing the ringing silence. Kin bit his lip in frustration as his disatisfied expression crossed his face, looking at the pencil as though it had just commited the most heinous crime of all.
"It's too quiet..." Kin said in a voice hoarse from disuse, standing up and looking around the room. It was rare, to see him angry from the silence. He was angry at himself for saying those words, after a year of being able to be silent and love silence, he'd broken it. It had to be these other Sohma's. In such a little time, Kin was able to finish up most of his homework, or at least, a third of it. His head was so empty, of the gossip and tidbits of information collected from adventure books and television, that he had enough room to memorize every little word on a textbook, every useless word a teacher uttered, and all the appearances of the people he met. He knew his teachers names, the god's name, his name, Rue's name, and nobody else's. Merely their appearances. He couldn't even remember his father's name. Simply that he himself called the man 'dad'. His 'mom' was long gone. Had probably left with Rue after his father came with him, to give 'supervision' to such a young kid.
'A kid that would become the scariest bully in school.' Kin thought with a smirk. 'A kid that would become a bully. But also the one with the best grades.' The smirk was gone instantly. His reminiscing was bluntly interuppted by the memory of how many teachers had recommended counseling. He'd been a silent figure, one to be afraid of to the others. One to ridicule and avoid. That'd been fine with him, but the teachers just HAD to interfere. He always replied that he'd never been the one to show his feelings. One to let it go after it'd happened. It was worthless to remember anyway. And so Kin would shake his head and let any memories of loneliness, and rejection fall out of his focus. He remembered that one time he'd managed a run in with a pissed drunk, who managed to tick him off enough to turn black, and being in this state, he wouldn't back off, even after he'd recieved a broken arm and managed to get a deep gash across his cheek from the man's broken wine bottle. Rue had to be the one to heal these injuries, and she'd asked him what he thought being strong was. What pride was.
He never had an answer for her. Or his father when he asked him the very same question. Kin thought each time he was asked this, was, it was different in each person you turned to look at. Kin sighed and did what he always did when he became too reminiscient. He shook his head and thought of something else. He'd let himself think again. He sat down and continued to work. He forgot about the silence, and the dead ringing that came with it, and immersed himself in work. It was probably a family thing, as both he, his father, and Rue could never do anything efficiently without doing anything productive.