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Post by Nagato on Jan 21, 2010 1:42:57 GMT -5
Sitting down before her laptop, the violet haired teen looked upon her screen with little to no interest whatso ever. It wasn't so much that the task she was attempting was difficult, quite the opposite. It was infact too easy. Within moments, she found herself switching from that current window and going into another document. While it was labeled classified, that didn't stop her from looking it over. Of course, she found herself locked out within moments of her first glance, but it was enough.
Placing that topic to the side along with the next, she then began search for a possible link to take her into current events. Mostly, the events that had happened two years ago. While she was sure that Japan would attempt to cover up all evidence of what had happened, there was no doubt that there was still scattered information out there. You could never buy off everyone.
Nagato wasn't the kind of person to believe that all people were controlled. There were still those who did indeed hold principles over greed. Truth was always something that came first for her. At least, that was what she wanted to believe. She was infact keeping a digital lifeform within her apartment, let alone, trying to hack into government files without permission. These were moments when she had to wonder if she was indeed taking things too far.
Her sister was dead, there was nothing she could do to change that. Why did she have such a hard time accepting that fact? Was it because too many clues didn't add up? Like why would her father not wish to try and learn more as well? She had a theory, but it wasn't one she wished to examine...not intill all possible conclusion had been explored.
" Search still providing little details on D-reaper attack. All records of Devas have been sealed as well. Trail has no leads to follow..."
At this point, the girl released an audible sigh, resting her hand upon her folded arms on the desk. She was in a study sector, one that was shaped like a half open square. It wasn't the best place for solitude, but it was enough to get peace. Feeling her eyes slowly drop, the girl removed her glasses, placing them to the side of her as she then closed her eyes for a moment.
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Post by Xenneth Hikari on Jan 21, 2010 3:26:08 GMT -5
[shadow=black,left,300]~Noon[/shadow][/font][/color][/right] “I‘m still hungry! That tuna tasted horrible!”
Day Damn One…that’s what they usually called it.
Restless, right after school, Xenneth had to double back from the nearby route to his house upon that evening. Eyes barely open and head tossing back between constant screaming and bickering that were hooks to reel him into an argument. He was not the one to argue, and he could not hold up even when he was in one. He was more “emotional” than “logical,” so he did not usually argue. He just sat and taken the abuse. The problem was that this time around after his fifteenth search on Google that he had to lower a disgruntle brow and press his foot against his backpack before the librarian would come to the cubicle.
“Hey! Do you hear me? When do I get to see Rosy?”
A constant reminder in his head, and now from his bag. He had so long ago been dismissed from home because of him having to make a quick run towards this library. Rosaline had spoken a lot about him learning more about Digimon and mastering the card game, and what place had more, or rather, a lot of information on Digimon like the library? Being a recent traveler to the nearby city limits, he had to take in as much information as possible seeing that he was not very adept to common sense than book sense which came in handy.
“Stop nudging me! That feels like your foot!”
Digimon Manga, streamed Television episodes, and even one or two catalogues listing trading cards were upon the cubicles desk. To anyone who walked past the cubicle, they would identify him as the average Otaku of Digimon, but he was far from it. To him, Digimon was nothing but a name for a little card game, and only five minutes ago that he learned that they were called “Digital Monsters” by watching a streamed television commercial of an American Sports program with the reference as a parody from an NBA All-Star, or whatever that was. (This commercial is real mind you.)
He had to be organized, but he found it nearly impossible. Just when his eyes went to one thing, they jumped to another thinking he seen something familiar or relative. He was not a very advent studier, but when something crossed his mind, it was stuck, so he made a good tape recorder when it came to playing some things by memory. He was not a natural genius like his little sister Rosaline. Everyone seemed to admire her, even his own partnered Digimon, but thinking about that, she did truly was supposed to be bound to Floramon. It was just dumb luck that he wasted fated to be wither her instead.
“When are you going to get ‘intimate‘ with that girl with the Impmon anyway?”
Xenneth’s eyes raced across the page as he let out a sigh hearing another one of Floramon’s compl-…
No, wait. That did not sound right. Just as Xenneth had lifted a brow, he had let his feet push the chair from under the cubicle’s deck with a slide as he let the headphones snatch from the stationed laptop from the front desk for rent. The jack out from the headphones had let the sound of the cartoon that was on the computer sound aloud, but Xenneth was too shocked to take note of this as he was reaching down and opening his backpack to exchange glances with a frustrated glare from Floramon.
“H-h-hey! W-w-what did you just say?! How do you even know about that stuff?!”
His voice had cried out more louder than usual, most likely enough to draw just a little attention from his whimpering high squeaks that failed to be as low as intended. The Digimon had pouted letting her cheeks fill with a hot puff of air. “I read your books while I was bored! This reading thing is strange, and so are these little romancy novel thingies that Rosy had said you keep. I don‘t understand any of this stuff!”
He sighed. It figured that the younger brainy sister would teach the Digimon something. He did not think they would spend enough time to teach her about human language to the extent of trying to learn how to read. It figured she had paid full detail to the young woman seeing Floramon seemed to do anything for Rosaline; maybe even more than he could ask from the Digimon seeing she acted as if he was a natural enemy to her very existence and her true relationship she wanted.
Was he truly meant to be a “tamer?” He could probably answer that with a straight face.
“Just…please, keep it down. We‘re in a library. If you get loud, we‘ll get in trouble here.” he had explained before quickly noticing that the jack was unplugged from the computer. Quickly plugging the headphones back in with a panic, he had sighed in the slightest of relief, but still his heart raced from the stressing frustration. He wondered if he was possibly gaining a migraine from the experience: Tamers, Digital World, Evil Digimon, everything!
“I just want to know…why this is all happening to me.”
::OOC Notes::IC Attire School Uniform w/ Fitted flat short-bill Cap Now Listening To: "Suiri" from Persona 4 OSTChatty Ditz: Hope you don't mind me joining. This post...could've been better. *Sweat drop* ^^[/size]
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Post by Nagato on Jan 21, 2010 14:44:11 GMT -5
Rest....
This was almost impossible for the young girl as of late. It wasn't as if she had lack of energy, it was that the peace of her slumber was always disturbed by images of terror. Nightmares would probably be the best way to explain it. That was all they were anyway. Nightmares of death, of confusion, of loss. These things were now a natural part of Nagato's life, and she accepted it with little resistance. The dreams didn't scare her, they only caused difficulty in finding peace within her mind and soul.
But the nightmares. They were of her sister face. The shrieking sound of her voice, screaming for help. The knowledge that she couldn't do anything to assist. The look of fear in her eyes as she was slowly devoured by a red-like ooze. It was a repeated scene from all other nights before, or naps in between classes or study periods. Though expressing little or no emotions at all, the girl did feel some sadness in the end of the image cycle.
Yet, what could she do? It wasn't as if she could simply reach out towards her and pull her to safety. None of it was real. It was only rapidly occuring figments of what she had seen or heard about the event. What really happened could never be known to her, because she wasn't there. Her eyes never saw her little sister getting absorbed, nor did it see the last expressions she may have had when it happened. Nagato could only imagine that it was of fear and panic. That was just the way she had always seen the younger girl react to scary situations.
As the teen continued to stand it what appeared to be a black background. Her thoughts upon what was happening around her were soon terminated, pushing her backwards into a bright light as she watched the last image of her sibling disappear into the distance. Then, she would find herself looking down at the wooden surface under her face. Tracing one hand gently along it's darkened lines, Nagato would then lift her head up slowly, feeling the weight on her folded arms lifted along with it.
The teen said nothing, simply leaning backwards slightly as she looked towards the source of her awakening. It was then that she noticed the boy across from her. He appeared to have a rather annoyed look on his face, as if he had heard or seen something that was upseting. Odd? Considering that there appeared to be nothing around them that could cause such a reaction. Perhaps it was something he'd seen upon his computer screen. In any case, it didn't concern her in the least.
Resting the front legs of the chair back on the ground, Nagato prepared to get back to her studies. It wasn't like it'd finish itself without her efforts involved. But once again, she heard something that caused her to look back in that direction once more. A voice this time. But from where? Blinking, she looked once again towards the teen, staring with a calm expression that showed no emotion whatso ever. She continued to do so, holding her gaze right upon his face as if she were examining the situation from what his next reaction would be.
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Post by Xenneth Hikari on Jan 21, 2010 15:22:04 GMT -5
[shadow=black,left,300]~Noon[/shadow][/font][/color][/right] Floramon, a character from the popular television…
No!
None of this was it. After the seventeenth search upon Google and his fourth scolding towards Floramon, he had thus considered the situation hopeless. His hands reached to his face giving himself a sound slap while pressing with the strength of his palms. The sound of the popular cartoon show’s audio had played the theme song as the episode ended leaving Xenneth with nothing but a strange feeling in his stomach, a migraine he had expected moments ago, as well as the thought of him leaving school and coming to this Library a waste of time.
He had lost track of time to the point that he seemed to almost forget he had sat in the Library for an hour. It was a wonder that he had felt peaceful this time around seeing no one had mistaken him for a girl because of his feminine appearance and had hit on him once more. He had actually had the chance to have some time to himself even though most of that time comprised of him shuffling his hands through a handful of manga and typing as if his life had depended on it; it was much similar to a student who had a research paper due tomorrow and he procrastinated until this very day.
Now that he had thought about it, perhaps he had needed to tend to homework before night had fallen.
“I‘m booored!~”
The Floramon’s sung had brought him back a reminder that he had been wasting time in the library searching seeing he could not find a single thing about the little Digimon or the “Digital World” other than some fabrications that were one a computer screen’s television show or in the comics stacked high in one corner. The catalogue filled with card listings had been the only thing that probably helped seeing his little sister insisted he needed to make some purchases soon for the sake of trying to have some cards in case they were “attacked” by some other Digimon. The odds of that concept were very slim in his opinion seeing Digimon were something fabricated, and for all he knew Floramon could have been the only exception.
Hitomi had proved him wrong today…
“Hitomi-senpai…had a Digimon too.”
The young woman did not seem inclined to the type to be a big “fan” of Digimon, but he knew her enough to know she was actually a collector of such items that a common anime fan would enjoy. Digimon seemed to be one thing she had liked seeing she had a few cards or so within her room. A lot of things about her betrayed her looks, but that did not allow Xenneth to let his guard down around the flirtatious young woman. If anything, it had only made him more aware of more things about her: one being her nature to try to tease him, and the other was that Impmon that Floramon was so “skeptical” about. He never had asked why Floramon was so weary of the Digimon seeing it seemed normal.
Maybe it was something about “Digimon nature” or something a lot of people who were into “Digimon” knew as common sense. He had only thought maybe because it looked a little mischievous, but he was too kind to judge anyone simply by appearance, but he was not oblivious enough to consider the possible warning signs to made alarm bells go off. It was funny how Impmon made Floramon weary just as Hitmoi made him feel that strange way.
Girls were weird…he thought this simply because his glance had fallen upon another.
“Oh?!”
His voice piped in response to the glance he was given. Even though the expression was emotionless, pretty much lacking in any warnings ranging from some flirtatious grin he would usually get from senpai or some confused face from any other girl who looked at him in confusion because of his loud “thinking” he had only felt embarrassed and expressed it in his usual way: his face breaking out in a burning red before he let his head toss forth as if nothing happened. He quickly pretended as if he was tending to his computer, but really he was typing. It was just that the line that was going across the screen as he typed…
What do I do?! What do I do?! What do I do?!
If he was any more scared than now, his “GWAM Count” would be incredible. Halting with a moment he pushed enter and still coming up with over five million results from his nonsense typing, he had raised his shoulders as he seemed to brace to turn around. Maybe she was not looking at him anymore? Maybe she was? Either way, that dead expression that seemed to be blank as if he was an annoyance had only made him speculate that maybe he had disturbed her arguing with Floramon.
His eyes slid to a corner, getting a glance from his peripheral view to try to see if he was being watched. He wished he did not have to, but the urge was just too strong to ignore seeing he was so insecure.
::OOC Notes::IC Attire School Uniform w/ Fitted flat short-bill Cap Now Listening To: "Suiri" from Persona 4 OSTChatty Ditz: ---[/size]
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Post by Nagato on Jan 21, 2010 15:45:51 GMT -5
As she had concluded, he was doing something that was obviously affecting his emotional state. Nagato could read that much from his reaction to her stare. But then, as his face began to change shades, it appeared that he was no longer upset, but embaressed about something. Perhaps it was due to her looking over towards him, or it was because of the actions that had caused him to gain such attention? In either view, it wasn't looking as comfortable as he had once been.
But when their gaze disconnected, Nagato just continued to look at him. Not giving any hint of what she was thinking, or what her feelings were at that time. One of the things she had mastered was hiding her emotions. No one could ever tell whether or not she was upset, happy, or anything from just looking upon her face. It was a skill she was quite proud of, yet it didn't help others in trying to figure her out. Nor did it seem to help the stranger. Yet, she wouldn't lie in saying that it wasn't an amusing sight to watch boys squirm over her simply staring towards them.
Soon though, she decided to return her attention back towards her laptop, taking one last look at the boy before looking once more at her own screen. Yet, this wouldn't end her observation of him. He would now have her full attention, whether he knew of it or not.
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Post by Xenneth Hikari on Jan 21, 2010 16:28:49 GMT -5
[shadow=black,left,300]~Noon[/shadow][/font][/color][/right] Xenneth had swallowed deeply, his sight catching nothing in particular as the young woman had seemed to had resume to her work, or that’s what he assumed. His eyes had heavily lied upon his screen now, and a breath emitted just as heavily as he seemed to be relieved. He had let his hands tap against the oak desk that was at his finger tips upon him sitting there in his small square. He had to think what exactly he was supposed to do now after avoiding one awkward moment and another had lied in rest for him tomorrow, or even today seeing it was not over yet.
“I…should get home and see Rosy. Mom probably isn‘t even there yet.”
He was one of the worst kinds of brothers. He had left his sister alone at home today. From the very thought of him doing that to his beloved sister, regardless of her saying he should spend time with Floramon and trying to get to know her better, he could not do it seeing that he cared more about her than some creature that came through existence prior from a fabled television show. Even though she was “real” she seemed to disapprove of Xenneth. The only thing that kept them together was that bond they had held with the little girl.
It was strange how things worked out. He had even more of a reason to go see her now.
He felt slightly uncomfortable to be honest, and probably one of many reasons that fueled his decision to get up from his seat. His hands making a quick and hefty jerk of his backpack, he had carried it in his left arm by the straps as it tightened slightly by the weight of the Digimon being in the main part and his own weak upper body strength seeming to give a hefty enough tug to make him travel ready with the item.
“We‘re leaving? About time!”
Xenneth had to try to ignore the quips and retorts for the sake of trying to lecture her when they got outside. Her behavior was ridiculous when it came to her being around him, and if things continued like this, they would attract more unwanted attention, not to mention that he might disappoint Rosaline who was the one who entrusted the Digimon fully to Xenneth’s care even though Floramon disagreed to going with the boy. Her charm should not go to waste, especially since it was a dearest request that even a big brother could not pass up.
“Oh! The computer!”
The thing about Xenneth was that thinking and doing was not a very good idea for him.
The moment he had thought of one thing seeing his desire to hurry and leave because of the discomfort, then there was him wanting to check on his sister, and finally him remembering to take the computer back to the desk front it all built up into one large entanglement. His feet had crossed and tangled with a clumsy lift as he tried to move about with the backpack in tow. With him losing control of his balance and his weight lost into a free fall, his hand had seemed to openly let go off his hands as he had let the backpack fall from his grip and his own body seem to travel backward in a heap.
*CRASH!!!*
It was more louder and bothersome than it should have considering a tower of manga was involved. The books had scattered about as they had slapped and slammed against Xenneth’s head and body that was stretched out. He had to rub his head after enduring such a collapse, and his backpack that was tossed had opened up slightly enough to reveal Floramon who had laid out with a sour frown while her body peeked out of her hiding place.
“Such a klutz!”
She had said as she begun to recover first by rubbing her head before realizing that she was out of her backpack. However, more or less, she did not care. The fact that the boy had been so careless she blamed on him, and wanted to teach him a lesson, but with her eyes traveling to the corner, she could see that he had already endured the brunt of the punishment. That only thing that was left and in order was to point out the obvious as she lifted her nose.
“Rosy is right! You are clumsy!”
Xenneth could not make a reply or retort. Opening his eyes, he had to quickly try to clean up his mess, or at least enough of it. Reality had reminded him that the first thing he hated above all was a lot of attention seeing that it made him really uncomfortable. The second was that Floramon should always be in hiding since the public most likely would go crazy over something like real “Digimon” since they were so popular as of late. Then again, he never heard of them, but that did not stop him from trying to grab interest for the sake of his sister.
“Floramon!” he had cooed lowly before getting on all fours and crawling over to his backpack. His right hand guided over the head of its head as he pressed it in and gritted his teeth while looking around him, “Hide!” he had said in strife. He had to try to clean up a little, so he was quick to throw some of the manga upon the desk and then reach closing the laptop forgetting to turn it off, but it did not matter at this point, he felt humiliated and he needed to get out of this library soon.
::OOC Notes::IC Attire School Uniform w/ Fitted flat short-bill Cap Now Listening To: "Suiri" from Persona 4 OSTChatty Ditz: ---[/size]
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Post by Nagato on Jan 21, 2010 16:54:35 GMT -5
If he didn't want attention towards his departure, the boy was certainly failing. Before it was just Nagato watching him, now it was half of the library. But of course, they simply just stared and then returned to their work, assuming that the creature they had seen was nothing more than a doll. Normal people were complete idiots. Yet, perhaps that would favor the teen as he remained on all fours, attempting to clean up his mess.
It was strange, while she found this funny, she didn't laugh about it. She just looked towards him as he tried to cover up for his fall. You could say that she even felt alittle bad for him. After all, Nagato had been the one to somewhat tighten his nerves more than they had already been. So, what could she do to help with the problem? Then again, it wasn't her fault that the teenager was so unbalanced.
Though, the young girl soon found herself rising up from her seat, and then kneeling down to a crouching position before him. Then, with out saying anything, she began to help him assemble the scattered books, not looking at him as she did so. She at least owed him alittle bit of compassion. But as she continued to help in the collection of the graphic novels, she soon decided that now would be the best time to give him alittle advice.
"Clusmy.....You should always put your partner within your digi-vice upon travel. It provides less of an inconvience and draws less attention to yourself in public surroundings..."
That said, she then placed the small pile she had gathered upon the desk above him. Then, Nagato stood up and walked back to her spot across from him, seating herself once again before her computer to work.
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Post by Xenneth Hikari on Jan 21, 2010 17:36:18 GMT -5
[shadow=black,left,300]~Noon[/shadow][/font][/color][/right] He had his grip on the laptop as he seemed to close it, but he knew he had to clean up the books. The librarian would usually sort them back into place, but Xenneth was courteous. Regardless of his rush, he had at least put the laptop down to his side at the right while he kneeled down to collect what was left of the books, but it was at that moment that he had not realize how much of the manga he had snatched from the shelves as he started to scrape them into a pile regardless of sorting and numerical labels.
He just wanted to get home after all.
His eyes had slid from one corner as he had been too busy scraping up books and screaming to himself in his head about how much of a klutz he was. It was the usual routine, but not as “usual” as the sight that was not far from him as he gasped deeply drawing breath as he noticed the young woman who was closer to him before. Not across the room to her desk, but rather sitting at his as she kneeled down and helped scrap up the books in her own pile. He was quite nervous, and he was not good with conversation. The only choice he had was to clean up his own mess, or at least make some effort as he begun going back to stack the books while Floramon, in public’s eye in a peek, had laid in a position by default acting as a “doll” as Rosaline suggested so many times.
She had watched one too many episodes of the popular cartoon, so as young as she was, she had ideas for trying to come up with ideas to properly care for Floramon more so than Xenneth.
What was he doing? He was a gentleman first, and a klutzy oaf second. He always took in consideration of others and appreciated the little things. Seeing the girl so close by him, he knew it was his chance to make light on appreciating what she had done, even though in reality he thought she was slightly creepy because of that expression she had given him, and it was very much still present now seeing that she had not said anything or even broken that same look as she assisted him.
Putting his dreadful fear of girls aside, his genophobia had to take backseat so he could at least properly appreciate the aid of the young woman.
“Umm…” he had begun, “I‘m sorry for…umm…disturbing you. I-I mean, and thank you for assisting me with…”
"Clusmy.....You should always put your partner within your digi-vice upon travel. It provides less of an inconvience and draws less attention to yourself in public surroundings..."
“O-oh! Y-yeah, I guess…I‘m sor…wait…”
By the time he had let the thought pop into his head, he was already staring towards the young woman as she stood up with the stack of manga and placing them on his desk. Silently, she had walked back to her own study area leaving him be as he sat on the floor. It was because of that short exchange of words and that awkward moment that he remained silent seeing he could not comprehend what the girl meant at that exact moment seeing he had to piece together things.
One thing was how did she know that Floramon was not a “doll?” If anything, people with the thought that “Digimon were not real” had only thought of it as one of those realistic children toys. She however one the whim not only mentioned the Digimon, but the “Digivice” that Xenneth seemed to seldom know anything about considering that he knew what it was designated by his sister, and the card slot, and that was it. Swipe, download data, and it was like some video game. However, he could not say that exactly seeing that Floramon was not some video game. She was right there….and on most days she was in his ears screaming about.
The situation had made his heart race as if he had just confronted someone dangerous. That was usually the feeling that came from mystery.
“Let‘s…leave…” he had said lowly for Floramon to hear. He had looked over getting no response, but simply received a rolled eye as she maintained a position peeking from the backpack laying with her arms sprawled out across the floor as she acted like a doll still based on Rosaline’s plan for her. However, a small simple shrug of the body was in close proximity of a nod, and he did not plan on being around the mysterious young woman seeing that anyone who had that expression and kept so mysteriously about Digimon was not a good thing.
She could have been one of those strange children who had not been able to tell between reality and fiction and might just said something random about Digimon because of some obsession. There were all types in a world after all. Reaching for the backpack and pushing Floramon in carefully with her head ducking in, he had simply made out a whisper of her words.
“Be careful Xen…”
Floramon was worried? It was a terrifying thing. When someone who usually hated his guts felt uneasy, then it only made him feel uneasy, because a figure who told you be careful only meant they were terrified. With her attitude, he never thought he would hear such a thing from her, but it was most likely because Rosaline herself had a higher worry for what happened to him. It would figure the flower Digimon only worried about Rosaline’s feelings if something happened to the boy.
Reaching to his right side and holstering the laptop under his arm, he had proceeded from his study area as he let his eyes drift to the young woman once more before huddling the item accordingly as he proceeded to the not far front desk.
The quicker he would get to leave this place, the better he would feel he was outside the walls of the building.
::OOC Notes::IC Attire School Uniform w/ Fitted flat short-bill Cap Now Listening To: "Suiri" from Persona 4 OSTChatty Ditz: ---[/size]
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Post by Nagato on Jan 22, 2010 1:21:10 GMT -5
"Don't you think you should fool him? I mean, he is a tamer too right"
The cheery voice came from the girl's waist, yet, it wouldn't recieve an instant answer. It was left unanswered, making it seem as though it would remain as such. Nagato didn't say a word for about 2 minutes. She just kept her eyes upon the computer screen. While she had felt the teen's look upon her, she didn't look back towards them. But soon, the voice within her digi-vice would get a response.
"I'd rather not....Considering I have no need of him, nor him me for that matter..."
Placing her glasses once more over her eyes, the young girl began to type one of the needed sentences for her project, actually managing to get a start on it at last. She'd been here for about 2 hours and she hadn't even begun the paper. Yet, she wasn't in a hurry to do so anyway. It was too easy of an assignment that she didn't want to waste time working on something she'd complete within seconds of starting. Though as she continued to work, the voice continued to press the issue of following the new tamer.
" But....what if he does something reckless? It could endanger everyone that has a digimon. Plus, what would you say to the others if you didn't attempt to even help someone with little to no clue of what their doing?"
Nagato groaned. She actually expressed being annoyed. Only few beings could really cause her to show any sign of physical emotion, the digimon would be one of them. Although the girl did her best to ignore her rants and constant bugging, it soon became clear that no peace would be found intill she did as asked. Dispite her dislike of it.
"If I do so..and attempt to communicate further...Will you leave me alone to complete this essay with no interuption. No talking?"
"Yup yup"
Well, at least it was something minor. Though she was sure that she had completely isolated this teen from herself completely. Especially since he was so quick to leave after her previous advice. So, what could she do? Following him was the only option, yet it would have to be without too much attention being drawn to herself.
Standing up, the girl placed her items within her bag, looking from the corner of her eye towards the front. It appeared that he was preparing to check out. That would give her time to set herself up to depart as well. Not that she had too much to put away. Just her criminal law book and her laptop. Other than that, she just had to put on her coat and she was all set to begin her pursuit.
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Post by Xenneth Hikari on Jan 22, 2010 2:05:28 GMT -5
[shadow=black,left,300]~Noon[/shadow][/font][/color][/right] Ignorant of the attention he attracted, he only focused on not attracting anymore.
Lips folding, his throat swallowing a lump, his right foot caused him to lift his heel and bounce on his toe in a nervous manner. His body weight leaned toward the desk while his palms rested across the top edge as he tried to resist the urge to tap his fingers across the desk. That too failed as the rhythm was constant and lacked any sort of true melody. He was officially word to the fullest as he tried to not think about the run in with the female that was so brief and so random that it actually made him feel as if his life was in danger.
By default however, that was how all girls made him feel.
“I‘m okay…I‘m okay…I‘m a k.”
His eyes twitching as he started to lose focus, even on his proper wording seeing that in his mind his mind was starting to trail off. It was so much so that he did not even hear the young librarian who had given him his student I.D. upon him returning the computer and wishing him to have a nice day. He had came to as he gasped in surprise seeing that he had almost completely lost track of reality as he was imagining his worries. Perhaps that young woman even being more “strange” than he thought. What if she knew something about him that she did not. What if she knew something about Floramon considering those words?
What if…
Speculation was over. He was wasting the librarian’s time as he stood in front of her being a zombie, and his nervous shaking hand had taken the I.D. in a quick snatch after reaching as if he was a shy animal slowly approaching a hand that fed him. His cheeks had flushed with a bright red seeing that the snatch was so sudden and rude that he had to bow his head quickly and press the card to his lap in a withdrawn matter.
“S-s-sorry!” he had beckoned before tucking the item away and turning away as he walked down the study cubicles. His primary task first of all was to keep his mind off of letting his attention drift to the young woman, and he done it not in the most skilled or “graceful” method as he had to swallow deeply to clear his lump from his throat as he passed and headed straight for the library’s entrance. The lobby would bring him comfort when he got there and away from the computer rooms that were on the eleventh floor.
He was uncomfortable about being in high places, and elevators were not exactly a nice thing to get in when counting floors. It was because of this that he had quickly went towards the staircase as he pressed upon the door and started to slowly walk down the staircase. His ears were opened listening for the sound of anyone that was upon the staircase with him, and his eyes even tossed over the rails to look down to see if anything was below. There seemed to be no echoing sound through out the stairway except his heavy breathing.
“Floramon…” he had spoke lowly as he begun walking down stairs and letting his eyes slide from left to right keeping them aware as he spoke, “…that girl…she was strange..” he had spoke in a low voice only to get a ruffle of his backpack emit as the flower Digimon had moved about in frustration.
“You think?” she had retorted, but with Xenneth not hearing it right because of his deep thought, it lost its tone in sarcasm. “Let‘s just get home to Rosy, already! It‘s getting stuffy in this thing.”
Xenneth had no argument with leaving, and he did not very much like staying around in this library being so uncomfortable with the young woman in that room. He had started to continue down the stairs slowly as he was more fearful as ever with his reoccurring paranoia ringing alarm bells in his head.
::OOC Notes::IC Attire School Uniform w/ Fitted flat short-bill Cap Now Listening To: "Suiri" from Persona 4 OSTChatty Ditz: ---[/size]
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