Post by iDream on Jul 14, 2010 22:08:58 GMT -5
Much like small camcorders do, the image flickered on after a blurry moment or two. Io was mostly in the frame, but slightly tilted; the camera wasn’t being held correctly it seemed. She was laying across someone’s couch, her legs draped over the arm. Who’s couch was it? Who knows, the fact of the matter is that it wasn’t her couch. It couldn’t have been, she hadn’t been there long enough to own a couch.
She’d been humming softly to herself, for the better part of 2 and a half minutes; an unrecognizable, fairly random tune, and her legs were swinging idly to the highs and lows of the song. For all intensive purposes, she had a rather feline look about her at the moment, if you considered the irregular ‘march to the beat of my own drum, even if that beat is a little off beat’ attitude that most housecats seemed to have. She’d also been flipping through a few stapled pieces of paper as well, which revealed themselves to the lens as she’d finished skimming through them: a copy of what appeared to be a contract, some random welcome message, some other assorted information…something about a preliminary show. “Attendance is Mandatory.”
Satisfied that she understood what she’d glanced over, the packet was tossed away from her with a pout. Apparently she didn’t like the thought of ‘mandatory.’ If she did have a kindred spirit, it was fairly obvious at this point that it was probably a flippant cat. Even though she continued humming, her lips were pursed and she’d stared daggers into the ceiling.
After a few minutes of this relative silence, another, slightly familiar, voice finally found its courage and popped into the microphone. “(Io-chan…),” he half whined, “(How’d we get into this? This so isn’t what we’re supposed to be doing…).” Kenta, who hadn’t actually been in the shot, but was in the room, had been fidgeting ever since they’d arrived. He was a somewhat nervous person anyway, but this little diversion was a little more over the top than even Io was privy to. He didn’t even bother to try to figure out what she’d been thinking about and all he’d been thinking about was a way to talk her out of this. Or, consider that that was rather unlikely to happen, a way to bore her out of it, which, though much more complicated, was probably the easier of the two tasks.
“(We who? We didn’t do anything, I never asked you to follow me, y’know.)” She stuck her tongue out at him childishly. Sure, this was a rash decision, no one would be able to argue that for long. She didn’t know anything about the business besides what she’d seen on TV, which, while significant, at least to her, was nothing compared with reality. “(Yeah, but…you could get hurt, or something…)” He was still halfway whining, but the was genuine concern in his voice.
“(Pfft, I’ll be fine, I can handle anything.)” There was plenty of confidence in her voice behind that statement, however, she herself was feeling a sense of hesitancy about her actions. She needed something she never really had a purpose for, or made a habit of acquiring. She needed a plan.
The room fell to silence once again for a few moments while she pondered her options. Well, on camera it appeared as if she were deep in thought anyway. Really, she just wore an intense look while she slipped into a daydream. Something about how singing flowers would probably sing about being trees, if they could sing that is…or knew anything about being a tree.
But that was the answer, wasn’t it? If you didn’t know the solution, just change the question. If there was anything she was good at, it definitely was changing the questions. That and walking on her hands, she was good at that too. As she spun about on the couch, seating herself properly, a wide Cheshire grin came to her face. Naturally, this did nothing to curb Kenta’s anxiety about the current predicament, rather the opposite, in their history together, that grin always, always meant trouble. He was sure today was no different. “(Er…Io-chan…what’re you thinking…?)” The color flushed from his face at the various possibilities skipping over his mind.
She knew what the motivation behind that question was, it was always the same, and on the surface at least, she acted offended, crossing her arms over her chest and poking her tongue out at him again. “(I’m going for a walk, to look around, that is. You can wait here.)” They both knew that she probably wasn’t just going for a walk. She was probably going to end up just walking, sure, but there was always a reason behind the things she did. Maybe not a good reason, or a sound reason, or any reason rooted in logic whatsoever, but there was always some motivation. They also both knew that he wasn’t just going to wait there either. As she’d said, ‘they’ weren’t involved in anything, she was, however, knowing her as he did, he couldn’t just risk leaving her alone, lest she end up on the news.
As she hopped to her feet, and slipped on her white/pink tipped Uwabaki (rubberized School shoes) in one general motion, she started for the door, with Kenta scrambling to his feet after her. Just as before, the camera flickered to darkness after the click of the door.
The image seemed to appear again, shakily following the pair as they strode randomly through the corridors, in the same manner as it would if someone were trying to hold it still while walking. There didn’t really seem to be much purpose in her travels, other than general exploration; she’d found the gym, the training room (they weren’t too far apart), the various locker rooms (which is probably where she should’ve been), individual dressing rooms (one of which she had been in), a certain nameless person’s dressing room, as well as a few other assorted locations in the arena, entrances, the stage and the like. It was all rather uninteresting for the most part, something she needed to know, but didn’t expressly need to care about. She as interested in only one thing for the moment, ‘questions’. After a good hour or so of random wanderings, she finally stopped at a place that, for the time being, seemed to catch, and hold her interest. One of the individual dressing rooms, it was. Or at least the door was a bit more impressive than the average locker room door. So, yes, probably an individual’s room. Slowly, the image of the camera panned upwards until it rested on three letters of the name plate: ‘xxx’. Now her English was a bit better than Kenta’s, surprising since Kenta’s family had a bit more experience with America than did Io’s, and she had no trouble with comprehending the name. Or at least the semi hidden (only because the camera was behind her), yet familiar grin of hers told that she comprehended.
Kenta was enjoying this walk less and less. She was definitely up to something, and it was almost certainly something he was going to have to do a bunch of representative apologizing for later. “(Io-chan…)” He knew he wasn’t going to talk her out of whatever she’d though up, but with her relatively short attention span, perhaps he could distract her out of it. Unfortunately for him, however, he had nothing…well, nothing significant anyway.
“(I don’t think we’re supposed to be here…)” He half whispered, almost as if he expected security to be around the corner, just waiting to throw them out, or worse, report them to the authorities. “(Hah! I can be wherever I want, I work here, remember? You on the other hand, probably can’t.)” Also unfortunately for Kenta, there just so happened to be a security guard around the corner, who was swiftly encroaching on their position. Io, being Io, confidently stood her ground, which, no matter what the circumstances, she probably would’ve done anyway, but, this time, she had no reason not to. Kenta on the other hand, shrunk nervously behind Io, betraying himself in quite the obvious manner.
A very large, brutish man he was, understandably so, considering his job, but, to Io he seemed rather cartoonish. As he stopped in front of her, her challenging gaze met his questioning raised eyebrow, a look which they shared for a few moments. The stalemate ended when the guard decided to do his job. “You kids have a reason for being here? If not, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Io smiled innocently, as best she could. “Hai~! I work here…” She held up the copy of her contract (yes, the one she seemingly left behind). The English behind her heavy accent was decent, though, it was probably hard to tell, when considered together. The guard deemed the information correct, after adequate review, and a few glances from her to the paper and back again.
“I don’t know him, though.” Directly under the bus is where she threw Kenta. Unlike Io, he didn’t have any sort of official pass to be there, nor did he have a logical excuse, nor did he have any time to invent one, nor was he really all that good at invention, nor….well, he wasn’t going to weasel out of this. Now, he knew she wasn’t selling him out to be vindictive or malicious, but it was plenty confirmed now, that she was indeed up to something, and this was her way of removing any distractions from whatever plot was swirling through her mind (secretly, she was still, at least partially, thinking of singing flowers). “Well…?” The guard turned his attention to Kenta, who could do little more than hang his head.
Io waved exaggeratedly at Kenta and giggled as he was ‘escorted’ out, amidst protests that she was going to do something bad, and that only he could stop her. Out on his laurels he went. He’d have to find his way back in, and quickly.
Another smile, and the Guard was on his way. Assured that he was out of sight, Io pulled a small round object from her shirt and dropped it with a crack in the floor. The egg fizzled lightly on the floor for a moment, then quickly, near instantaneously engulfed her in smoke for a few moments before dissipating in the air, revealing…nothing. Like a ninja, she seemingly disappeared…
When the camera finally caught up to her, she was on the other side of the door, specifically, hanging upside down from her knees on a low rafter in the middle of the room. Rather than her casual attire, she was now attired in her school uniform, complete with red-framed glasses, that apparently she needed. The plan so far, at least as far as she got through the singing flowers was just to wait. Being as small as she was, she could’ve easily figured that she wasn’t going to match anyone in terms of strength. At least, according to how brawny some of them looked, then she could figure that she wasn’t a match in strength. What she did have was endurance, speed, agility, and to a slightly lesser extent, technique. What she had was the advantage of proximity. Most importantly, what she had was her secret weapon.
So she waited…She would let her interest come to her, and once that happened, things would all come together. She had to make an impact, she had to make a mark, and what better way than to start near the top? Starting at the actual top was never smart, it always meant getting crushed holistically, but near the top was a good place to be. It always put you in a position to strike the head, it allowed you to capture the head’s attention, but it generally kept you right out of reach of reciprocity. Yes, this was the perfect place for her to be, just perfect…
So…She waited…
She’d been humming softly to herself, for the better part of 2 and a half minutes; an unrecognizable, fairly random tune, and her legs were swinging idly to the highs and lows of the song. For all intensive purposes, she had a rather feline look about her at the moment, if you considered the irregular ‘march to the beat of my own drum, even if that beat is a little off beat’ attitude that most housecats seemed to have. She’d also been flipping through a few stapled pieces of paper as well, which revealed themselves to the lens as she’d finished skimming through them: a copy of what appeared to be a contract, some random welcome message, some other assorted information…something about a preliminary show. “Attendance is Mandatory.”
Satisfied that she understood what she’d glanced over, the packet was tossed away from her with a pout. Apparently she didn’t like the thought of ‘mandatory.’ If she did have a kindred spirit, it was fairly obvious at this point that it was probably a flippant cat. Even though she continued humming, her lips were pursed and she’d stared daggers into the ceiling.
After a few minutes of this relative silence, another, slightly familiar, voice finally found its courage and popped into the microphone. “(Io-chan…),” he half whined, “(How’d we get into this? This so isn’t what we’re supposed to be doing…).” Kenta, who hadn’t actually been in the shot, but was in the room, had been fidgeting ever since they’d arrived. He was a somewhat nervous person anyway, but this little diversion was a little more over the top than even Io was privy to. He didn’t even bother to try to figure out what she’d been thinking about and all he’d been thinking about was a way to talk her out of this. Or, consider that that was rather unlikely to happen, a way to bore her out of it, which, though much more complicated, was probably the easier of the two tasks.
“(We who? We didn’t do anything, I never asked you to follow me, y’know.)” She stuck her tongue out at him childishly. Sure, this was a rash decision, no one would be able to argue that for long. She didn’t know anything about the business besides what she’d seen on TV, which, while significant, at least to her, was nothing compared with reality. “(Yeah, but…you could get hurt, or something…)” He was still halfway whining, but the was genuine concern in his voice.
“(Pfft, I’ll be fine, I can handle anything.)” There was plenty of confidence in her voice behind that statement, however, she herself was feeling a sense of hesitancy about her actions. She needed something she never really had a purpose for, or made a habit of acquiring. She needed a plan.
The room fell to silence once again for a few moments while she pondered her options. Well, on camera it appeared as if she were deep in thought anyway. Really, she just wore an intense look while she slipped into a daydream. Something about how singing flowers would probably sing about being trees, if they could sing that is…or knew anything about being a tree.
But that was the answer, wasn’t it? If you didn’t know the solution, just change the question. If there was anything she was good at, it definitely was changing the questions. That and walking on her hands, she was good at that too. As she spun about on the couch, seating herself properly, a wide Cheshire grin came to her face. Naturally, this did nothing to curb Kenta’s anxiety about the current predicament, rather the opposite, in their history together, that grin always, always meant trouble. He was sure today was no different. “(Er…Io-chan…what’re you thinking…?)” The color flushed from his face at the various possibilities skipping over his mind.
She knew what the motivation behind that question was, it was always the same, and on the surface at least, she acted offended, crossing her arms over her chest and poking her tongue out at him again. “(I’m going for a walk, to look around, that is. You can wait here.)” They both knew that she probably wasn’t just going for a walk. She was probably going to end up just walking, sure, but there was always a reason behind the things she did. Maybe not a good reason, or a sound reason, or any reason rooted in logic whatsoever, but there was always some motivation. They also both knew that he wasn’t just going to wait there either. As she’d said, ‘they’ weren’t involved in anything, she was, however, knowing her as he did, he couldn’t just risk leaving her alone, lest she end up on the news.
As she hopped to her feet, and slipped on her white/pink tipped Uwabaki (rubberized School shoes) in one general motion, she started for the door, with Kenta scrambling to his feet after her. Just as before, the camera flickered to darkness after the click of the door.
The image seemed to appear again, shakily following the pair as they strode randomly through the corridors, in the same manner as it would if someone were trying to hold it still while walking. There didn’t really seem to be much purpose in her travels, other than general exploration; she’d found the gym, the training room (they weren’t too far apart), the various locker rooms (which is probably where she should’ve been), individual dressing rooms (one of which she had been in), a certain nameless person’s dressing room, as well as a few other assorted locations in the arena, entrances, the stage and the like. It was all rather uninteresting for the most part, something she needed to know, but didn’t expressly need to care about. She as interested in only one thing for the moment, ‘questions’. After a good hour or so of random wanderings, she finally stopped at a place that, for the time being, seemed to catch, and hold her interest. One of the individual dressing rooms, it was. Or at least the door was a bit more impressive than the average locker room door. So, yes, probably an individual’s room. Slowly, the image of the camera panned upwards until it rested on three letters of the name plate: ‘xxx’. Now her English was a bit better than Kenta’s, surprising since Kenta’s family had a bit more experience with America than did Io’s, and she had no trouble with comprehending the name. Or at least the semi hidden (only because the camera was behind her), yet familiar grin of hers told that she comprehended.
Kenta was enjoying this walk less and less. She was definitely up to something, and it was almost certainly something he was going to have to do a bunch of representative apologizing for later. “(Io-chan…)” He knew he wasn’t going to talk her out of whatever she’d though up, but with her relatively short attention span, perhaps he could distract her out of it. Unfortunately for him, however, he had nothing…well, nothing significant anyway.
“(I don’t think we’re supposed to be here…)” He half whispered, almost as if he expected security to be around the corner, just waiting to throw them out, or worse, report them to the authorities. “(Hah! I can be wherever I want, I work here, remember? You on the other hand, probably can’t.)” Also unfortunately for Kenta, there just so happened to be a security guard around the corner, who was swiftly encroaching on their position. Io, being Io, confidently stood her ground, which, no matter what the circumstances, she probably would’ve done anyway, but, this time, she had no reason not to. Kenta on the other hand, shrunk nervously behind Io, betraying himself in quite the obvious manner.
A very large, brutish man he was, understandably so, considering his job, but, to Io he seemed rather cartoonish. As he stopped in front of her, her challenging gaze met his questioning raised eyebrow, a look which they shared for a few moments. The stalemate ended when the guard decided to do his job. “You kids have a reason for being here? If not, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Io smiled innocently, as best she could. “Hai~! I work here…” She held up the copy of her contract (yes, the one she seemingly left behind). The English behind her heavy accent was decent, though, it was probably hard to tell, when considered together. The guard deemed the information correct, after adequate review, and a few glances from her to the paper and back again.
“I don’t know him, though.” Directly under the bus is where she threw Kenta. Unlike Io, he didn’t have any sort of official pass to be there, nor did he have a logical excuse, nor did he have any time to invent one, nor was he really all that good at invention, nor….well, he wasn’t going to weasel out of this. Now, he knew she wasn’t selling him out to be vindictive or malicious, but it was plenty confirmed now, that she was indeed up to something, and this was her way of removing any distractions from whatever plot was swirling through her mind (secretly, she was still, at least partially, thinking of singing flowers). “Well…?” The guard turned his attention to Kenta, who could do little more than hang his head.
Io waved exaggeratedly at Kenta and giggled as he was ‘escorted’ out, amidst protests that she was going to do something bad, and that only he could stop her. Out on his laurels he went. He’d have to find his way back in, and quickly.
Another smile, and the Guard was on his way. Assured that he was out of sight, Io pulled a small round object from her shirt and dropped it with a crack in the floor. The egg fizzled lightly on the floor for a moment, then quickly, near instantaneously engulfed her in smoke for a few moments before dissipating in the air, revealing…nothing. Like a ninja, she seemingly disappeared…
When the camera finally caught up to her, she was on the other side of the door, specifically, hanging upside down from her knees on a low rafter in the middle of the room. Rather than her casual attire, she was now attired in her school uniform, complete with red-framed glasses, that apparently she needed. The plan so far, at least as far as she got through the singing flowers was just to wait. Being as small as she was, she could’ve easily figured that she wasn’t going to match anyone in terms of strength. At least, according to how brawny some of them looked, then she could figure that she wasn’t a match in strength. What she did have was endurance, speed, agility, and to a slightly lesser extent, technique. What she had was the advantage of proximity. Most importantly, what she had was her secret weapon.
So she waited…She would let her interest come to her, and once that happened, things would all come together. She had to make an impact, she had to make a mark, and what better way than to start near the top? Starting at the actual top was never smart, it always meant getting crushed holistically, but near the top was a good place to be. It always put you in a position to strike the head, it allowed you to capture the head’s attention, but it generally kept you right out of reach of reciprocity. Yes, this was the perfect place for her to be, just perfect…
So…She waited…