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Old 09-11-2016, 03:47 AM


(This is a role play between SVII and Kat Dakuu. Feel free to read along, but unless you are one of the two aforementioned people participating in the role play, don't post any entries unless otherwise given permission by both SVII and Kat Dakuu. Thank you.)

And so begins the story of Michael and Katiri, who through time have always been together with a strand of their souls always intertwined, to grow into a magnificent tale. How it ends and what becomes of them in this arch of their lives? Nobody knows.

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Name: Michael Meade

Age: 23

Height: 5 ft 7 in

Weight: 139 lbs

Verbal Description: Peach skin - wavy, mouse brown hair. Under hair shaven, top left longer - Moss Green eyes - Scar over right eye - Freckles across bridge of nose and upper cheeks - Groomed eyebrows - Long Lashes - Thin build with small love handles

Random Tidbits: N/A as of yet.

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Old 09-11-2016, 09:48 PM


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Name: Katiri "Ri" Bell
Age: 22
Appearance: 5'9". He's got a slight tan. Eyes are dark blue. His hair is a medium brown and just past shoulders in length. It's often tied up in a messy, loose bun. In the past, he had blue tips and if he dyes again, it will be that. Has a tendency to wear some of his art on him. His right shoulder has a rainbow koi tattoo and he often wears a koi earring that he made.
Occupation: freelance artist and professional moocher
Facts: TBA

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Old 09-11-2016, 10:47 PM

What seemed like a dozen alarms going off in the room all at the same time, Michael hummed as his tired eyes were still open and were now scanning the bed around him. Everyone had decided to rest in the same bed that night, for whatever reason, and Michael had ended up in the middle of it all. He'd grin softly as everyone would wake up, and then draw them all in for a hug as he sighed and nuzzled into Amy.

"Someone is affectionate this morning." Amy growled just before clearing her throat.

"Sexy." Michael joked and received a bushy haired scowl from Amy. Michael simply grinned and gently nudged her out of bed so they could all begin to prepare for traveling back home. If they missed the bus they'd not have a way home unless they relied on Amy's fiancee's wallet, not that he minded that too much, but he didn't like being in debt to someone.

Two hours of packing, ten minutes deciding everyone was hungry, eleven minutes arguing over where to eat, five minutes of silent treatment amongst them all, and seven minutes of travel time to the bus pickup location after deciding they weren't that hungry after all. Finally they were seated on the bus, and in the last possible second too. Michael was happily sat beside Amy towards the back of the bus in the last remaining seats while the other girls all took up one row further up. To be honest, both Michael and Amy were happy to have a quieter time in the back and just hang with each other. If she'd had it her way she would have just had Michael over for that weekend, but... she also knew the girls did know how to get down for a party and Michael wouldn't have been enough to suffice her party girl side.

"Just don't drool on me." Amy joked as she began to fall into a lull of sleep, listening to the thudthuding pattern of the wheels on broken highway. Michael gave a weak nod and had his head rested on her lap with his carry on bag as a pillow. Amy's fingers twisted and moved through his longer top locks until Michael had finally fallen asleep. He supposed it was a good thing that he'd not slept all night long. Possibly a good thing indeed. After what seemed like an impossible dream, or... rather... nightmare? No, it hadn't been all bad. More, modern-day-Alice-in-Wonderlandish.

Dragged to Vegas. Partied more than he probably ever would (In this lifetime.) Drunken married. Hauled off to a secret party that he... weirdly won and Amy was ecstatic about.

At least Amy provided him with an experience he'd never forget. In a good way. However, that chapter was closing, and hopefully a new one would begin. He'd forget all about...

Katiri.

Michael murmured the name in a breath that escaped in a long sigh as he'd shifted in his seat and then time escaped them, disappearing behind them in the form of white road strips.

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Old 10-11-2016, 10:00 PM

The familiar air of Chicago filled Katiri's lungs. Like Vegas, it stunk, but he could feel the humidity tangling the ends of his hair unlike the much drier air of the past couple days. This was home. He turned his eyes toward the sky as he walked. Grey clouds obscured what wasn’t hidden by the buildings stuffed too close together. He wasn’t on the good side of town, but not the worst either. He walked the line between, enjoying the old architecture buried under too many years. It was cheap here and just a little oddly free.

As he unlocked the door to the converted warehouse that held his art studio and home, Katiri felt as separated from Las Vegas as the miles between them. It was dusty. He tossed his bag onto a mattress set on the floor rather than a frame, watching the signs of his absence cloud up into the air. “Home!” he cried out, letting out a twirl as a half-happy smile filled his face. Not quite all joy though. He let himself fall back onto the bed for a minute before he finished the unpacking. Unlike Amanda with her extra stuffed back and the two Malachi brought, Katiri’s trip supplies all fit in a a single duffle bag that he now returned to a bare wood-walled closet. The last thing he put away was the pile of pilfered shampoo bottles from the hotel. After a second of hesitation and a faltering of his smile, he dumped them all into the bathroom not much bigger than his closet. It took only a few steps to fall from the toilet, to the shower, and back out the door, but it was his and he afforded it with his own money.

Finally, he moved to the studio space and threw on all the lights before letting himself get lost. What to work on first? He’d been in the middle of a surreal piece, but he had sketches too, and untainted surfaces waiting for their first taste of paint. He settled for one of those with no plan in mind. Just the afternoon sun and a thirsty canvas.

The hours passed. He hardly noticed it. It was only when his stomach growled that he pulled himself away from the painting. He found a can of pasta in the pantry and a new group message from Amanda and Malachi—pictures from the trip. He let himself finger through them for a second, mostly saving it for later before sending a quick ‘thanks’ text in response. He didn’t feel he got much work done yet so he didn’t want to play. Still, as he looked back through the open square arch that separated his living and working space, he thought the mauve and copper tones looked pretty good on that canvas. Really, there was just one last thing to do before bed.

Katiri shifted his computer’s mouse over to the search engine. Fingers made definite strikes against each key as he typed. ‘How to get a divorce?’ The responses popped up immediately. After browsing through an article with pictures, he opened up the fine with a petition for divorce. He left it waiting for him, the questions so formal about an event that hadn’t been formal at all. Sighing, he left it for the morning and crawled into bed, his computer’s resting light a gentle blue glow. Tomorrow, he’d really get this all figured out.

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Old 10-14-2016, 02:46 AM

The bus ride was long and demanding in some instances, but by the time they had reached Nashville, they were already so drained that they didn't even mind the rest of the way. Even with the naps they had it seemed like it took longer than the day and a half ride that they had undertook. And, if it was any comparison, they all sort of wished they had that beater of a car they had rented in Vegas to ride back in instead of this cramped bus that smelled two scents better than that of a skunk's rear-end.

Michael had finally clambered into his studio apartment with Amy in tow. The other girls had their rides ready for them when they got off the bus, but Amy had decided that instead of taking another bus back to her home, they'd both walk to Michael's apartment where she'd wait for her fiancee to get off of work.

Thunk! Thud! Clink!

The bags were dropped and Michael's apartment keys were placed in a glass bowl beside the door. Amy had went ahead and made herself at home, taking off her shirt and pants, then made her way to the bathroom for a shower. Michael seemed content to just lay down on the pullout bed he'd forgotten to put back into the couch before he'd left. And he was grateful that that oversight now.

Already the apartment was starting to smell of Amy's shampoo, fruity and very feminine. Michael hadn't minded because it meant he'd not have to waste wax on a candle for a good smelling home. His eyes shifted to the ceiling, watching the fan blades above the bed move in circles as it lulled him to other thoughts. He was already trying to get himself into work mode, going about figuring out how to find himself a job, when a headache began. And just in time for Amy's shower to be over.

"Hey, babe, can you bring out the Tylenol from the medicine cabinet, please?" He'd call out as loud as he could manage.

"Yep." She'd say, followed by a creak and snap of the cabinet. She'd had a towel wrapped around her head and a plush shower coat on when she'd exit and brought over a bottle of room temperature water to the bed. Michael sat up, taking the water, giving her a nod, and then swallowed a couple of Tylenol. It was probably dehydration, or starvation, but he'd sooner take a pill to calm his pain than give up his laziness to make food right now.

"You going to let the college help you with a job?" Amy asked while laying herself on the bed, resting her head on Michael's chest.

"Yea. They have the resources so why wouldn't I?" He'd respond while going back to staring at the fan blades.

"Well, I only ask because you know that my future hubby has offered a job to you before. He knows how well you did in school."

"No. I've said before I want to do it on my own. If I can't find a job, or the school only has a crapshoot list of places, then I will think about it. But until then, no. I don't need handouts." Michael was adamant on that. Where his family wasn't of the extremely successful variety, he wanted to be and on his own terms. Not by luck or.. falling into it. It just didn't seem like it'd be that satisfying.

"Stubborn." Amy sat up as she mumbled and took down the towel from her head, letting her fiery hair fall down her back.

The rest of the time was left in silence. Both were happy for it, and Michael was doing all he could not to fall asleep. At about half past six that night he'd hear a doorbell ringing and then look over his shoulder, and the back of the pullout couch, to Amy. She'd already had her things round up, and was just putting her shirt on when she'd answered the door.

A man with dirty blonde hair and a fair complexion walked in, standing at around six feet, and took Amy by the hand. He'd pull her close, kissing her, then she'd giggle and hug him tightly. "Thank you for taking care of her, Michael." The famed fiancee said as Amy waved a goodbye and Michael nodded to them both.

The door shut behind the two of them and Michael's eyes finally shut. His brain shut down, small tingles running from his neck down to his toes gave him a small shiver, and his bed felt much like a gift from the Gods. He hadn't even the energy at that point to undress and cover up. Sleep enveloped him at that point and Michael was out like a light and dead to the world. Only his dreams were with him now.

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Old 01-13-2017, 08:34 PM

Too many years of alliances and enemies, both shifting, and fighting already weighted down on Katagiri's belt. At the age of twenty-five, he was one of the youngest lords with a sizable samurai army which he inherited from his father only three years previously. In that time, he already increased their land ownership, but that put them up against their most formidable enemy yet. The other warlord commanded an army even larger than his and their territories touched with all the other small enemies eliminated between them. And for a long time, they fought. Fought until their armies strained under the constant campaigns, dejected by the thought of forever. When would this war end?

Standing in a field of long grasses, Katagiri was ready to make that time now. The camp in which he stood lay just inside his own territory, erected after much planning and messengers being sent between him and the enemy warlord. They were both ready for this. After almost two years of constant fighting, the two decided to make peace. Perhaps even, they could form an alliance instead of this destruction they followed. As Katagiri look up at the blue sky only dotted with clouds, he knew it was what his father would want.

'Watch over me still,' he whispered in silent prayer before he turned toward the largest tent, adjusting his family koi fish insignia to display it proudly. "Come on, Hisawa. I heard the other party is only half an hour out. We should get ready. I..." He paused as he looked at his most trusted commander and childhood friend. "I don't want to mess this up." The fate of them all depended on it as well as his pride because no matter what the other warlord had to say, he wasn't going to lose that. Let all the ancestors here him. Katagiri Shimakage was not someone to mess with.

 


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