Oriko Mikuni
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Feb 21, 2012 22:23:17 GMT -5
Post by Oriko Mikuni on Feb 21, 2012 22:23:17 GMT -5
The door to the small dusty shoppe opens with a jingle, signalling the newcomer. Oriko wore light blue today, still fancy, but it matched her mood. A small smile graced her lips, they were rare ever since her best and only friend passed. It may seem a tad odd for someone of Oriko's status to find such interest in old and dusty things; it was Kirika who had introduced her to eccentricities like these. She has since grown a taste for them in her friends memory.
Silently, she first looks at the merchandise. Charming, she thinks to the little trinkets. Kirika would love this store. She stops at one particular item, intruged with it. A gothic ballerina, she looks sad. She stands on a platform that matches her black, dusty dress in a basic pose. Oriko picks it up, jumping only a little when music starts to play and she starts to spin.
The song gets distorted but Oriko hardly notices, she's too drawn in by the doll. The lifeless void in it's eyes, she felt like it was sucking her own life out of her. The song stops and shes quiet for a moment, only her breathing to fill the silence. She's only snapped out of it with a harsh whisper --
helpme--
Oriko holds her breath, pink hair --?
please.
She blinks, the doll's hair is black again and she let's out the breath she forgot she was holding, quickly putting the ballerina back on the shelf. She turns to the two... shop keepers? She stares, she hadn't even noticed them there. A tiny blush of embarrassment finds its way to Oriko's cheeks as she stares at the two.
"It's broken," she informs them. "The music box doesn't play correctly anymore. Is it still for sale?" She averts her gaze to the ground, an uncomfortable pressure settles upon her. "Um--" she starts, clearing her throat. "I'm sorry, have we met before?"
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Duske Hasekura
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Feb 25, 2012 22:30:17 GMT -5
Post by Duske Hasekura on Feb 25, 2012 22:30:17 GMT -5
There was a noise outside as the door chimed. Someone entered the shop. Duske put the papers down and creaked open the door. He stopped mid-way as he starred at her. His eyes widened in disbelief and he found himself assuming a burning glare at her, his lips forming a frown. He broke his gaze away from her as she picked up a music box. The melodic tunes drifting into the air helped calm him down a little. This Oriko didn't know. This Oriko didn't contribute to her death. When the music stopped he walked out gaining his composure back.
Hearing her speak was like hearing nails on a chalkboard. All the memories he'd been suppressing could have burst right out of him at that moment. "If you're interested in buying you have to speak to the owner. I can write you're name down if your still interested in it." He said through his poker face, a smirk relaxing itself on his face.
He shook his head. "I'm sorry, I think I would have remembered if I met someone like yourself."[/size]
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Paige Evans
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Feb 25, 2012 22:51:18 GMT -5
Post by Paige Evans on Feb 25, 2012 22:51:18 GMT -5
"Or you can stay until the owner comes back?" She stepped up from behind Duske, one hand on Duske's shoulder, "She stepped out for just a few minutes." Paige was much better at hiding her surprise, though internally she was freaking out. Oriko....here? She didn't seem to remember like they did...what was that about, "You have great taste...do you enjoy antiques and the like?"
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Oriko Mikuni
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Feb 25, 2012 23:07:38 GMT -5
Post by Oriko Mikuni on Feb 25, 2012 23:07:38 GMT -5
She seems surprised at the unexpected girl. "oh..." How pretty, she thinks, walking a few steps closer to the two.
"Yes, I used to not have much interest in them until my best friend introduced me to them." she smiles. "I wouldn't say it was great... although I like them, I still feel uneasy around certain things." she pauses, the words help me echoing through her memory. The girl with the pink hair had seemed familiar too... was this all just a coincidence? Normally Oriko would have brushed it aside as daydreaming, but... Kirika had convinced her of things greater than science. She pondered, this wasn't too bad. She guessed there was no reason to panic until something extremely unusual happened.
"I'll wait, if you don't mind." she tries to avoid Duske's stare, it was making her quite uncomfortable.
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Duske Hasekura
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Feb 25, 2012 23:28:36 GMT -5
Post by Duske Hasekura on Feb 25, 2012 23:28:36 GMT -5
Duske rolled his shoulders, the tension building up way too much. This Oriko seemed clearly oblivious to the one he knew. "Is there any-" He was about to offer her his services as the ballerina on the table broke, landing into a million pieces on the floor. Duske starred, knowing the girl placed it in its proper place a good inch or two from the edge.
"How did that fall.." He wondered as he made his way over to investigate. As he leaned down to grab a piece, he cut his finger on a shard and the blood dripped on the ballerina's face. The lights dimmed dramatically and he saw a flash of pink hair and a crying face where the decapitated ballerina head laid.
Duske jumped back and knocked off some dolls on a shelf.
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Oriko Mikuni
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Feb 26, 2012 10:51:31 GMT -5
Post by Oriko Mikuni on Feb 26, 2012 10:51:31 GMT -5
[[ OH GOD DECAPITATED ]]
Oriko frowns. Perhaps now was the time to worry, she looks around. "Maybe I should leave..." before she could even finish getting the suggestion out of her mouth, the shelves began to shake violently. The suffocating feeling began to consume her, she makes haste to the door. "If you'll excuse me--"
She pushes the door open, only for it to slam back shut in her face. She only had a few seconds to process what had just happened before an ear piercing scream echo'd throughout the tiny shop and the merchandise mimics the dark ballerina, cracking first before shattering with the last note of the scream. The light bulb followed, glass littered the floor and only the dim sunlight from the dusty windows lit the room.
"...." she steps away from the door. It opens easily, the shopkeeper standing there quite unhappy with what her shop has become.
"Get out," she says to all three of them, pointing behind her. Oriko mumbles a quick apology before leaving quickly, not needing to be told twice.
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Akumadoka
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Feb 26, 2012 11:06:31 GMT -5
Post by Akumadoka on Feb 26, 2012 11:06:31 GMT -5
"It hurts. It hurts. It hurts." The mannequin's lips moved and mouthed the phrase as the sounds were only heard in Oriko's head. It stared at her through the display case as she exited the shop and resumed it's stoic face when she hit the streets.
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Duske Hasekura
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Feb 26, 2012 11:11:26 GMT -5
Post by Duske Hasekura on Feb 26, 2012 11:11:26 GMT -5
Everything was going fine before Oriko walked in the store. He was still unsettled by the ballerina. It looked like that girl who made the wish. He hoped to god that was the last time something like that happened. He grabbed Paige's arm and walked in the opposite direction of Oriko, hoping to lose her as soon as possible.
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