A Psychologic Solution

[KIMINE HARASHI]

Angels in flight (I need more affection than you know)
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My Santuary. My Sanctuary, Now.

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Dark. That was how she viewed the world. Life was like a mansion shrowded in darkness for her. The only light in it was a small flicker that eminated from the only remnants of her deceast father. As she walked the halls of this darkened 'mansion' she found herself lost. "...Lost again...." The girl turned around and sighed before continuing down the opposite direction in the hallway. She stared at a book in her hand that had golden embossed letters on it that read "To my Beloved Kimine Suzumi Harashi. Love Always, Papa." She stared at the book and before she looked up, she had bumped into a door that lay in front of her. "Ouch...! That...hurt...." Kimine looked up at the door and saw something on it that said Room FATE. She stared at the door for a moment then noticed something was missing.

"Ah...! My diary...! Where did it...?!" She saw a shadow under the door that looked like a book. Maybe that was her diary...? She stood up and opened the door slowly. She peeked in slightly and looked around. There was no one there. But why would the room be unlocked if no one was in there...? That was strange. Maybe someone was in the back...? Oh well. It didn't matter. She just wanted to find her diary. She looked around on the floor near the door, and saw it lying almost perfectly behind it. "Ah, there it is...!" She walked over to the book and knealt down to pick it up.

She stared around the room for a minute, finally noticing the surrounding. It was like a living room of a house. What was this room anyway...? What was it for? "Wonder what this room is anyways...?" Contrary to her better nature, Kimine decided to do a bit of exploring. She walked further into the room and examined the surroundings. It looked like quite the cozy little dwelling. She was in slight awe, but decided that it was a bad idea to go any further. She was technically intruding. She decided to leave the room and close the door before someone came in and saw her. She stepped out and closed the door silently behind her when she heard a rumbling in the distance.

"...! W-what was that...?" SHe looked off in the distance and saw some thunder clouds brewing outside. Great. If there was one thing she hated it was lightning and tunder. She hated bad weather period. It always reminded her of the day her father died. She shook her head and tried to clear the thought out of her mind when a flash of lighting flashed and brightened the hallway. A shiver went up her spine and she quickly stepped back into the Room FATE before anymore lightning struck, slamming the door behind her. She slid down against the door, breathing heavily as she looked at the ground. Why do I have to get so nervous whenever I see and hear lightning or thunder,

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[ADRIAN YAMAZAKI]

Old Scenario, New Game!

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Once the clock struck 6, it was time for the bespectacled host to turn in for the day. Adrian Yamazaki, galge game programmer and designer also known as “The Genius” of the hosts, scribbled down a few numbers on a notebook and finally circling the profit of the day. Wiping the sweat off his forehead with his sleeves, Adrian underlined the budget the Room Fate members would spend for the following day and what should be purchased. Working two jobs was not as bad as he thought, but it was humiliating having to serve 3 dimensional women. He despised the idea and wondered just how drunk he was when he agreed to work for this pathetic excuse for a business and signed a contract. Placing his right hand to his forehead, he wondered if his drinking buddy and neighbor took any part in convincing him to affiliate himself with this host club. Not to toot his own horn, but if he was not there to supervise the amount of money spent or gained this so-called business would have crumbled the first week it started. Closing the notebook, he sighed and wondered how long it took the average accountant to keep track of the finances. Oh well, it did not matter now! He was free to go for the weekend; he was really looking forward to start on his new project.

Rubbing his hands together, Adrian chuckled while thinking of excellent scenarios for his new visual novel. His glasses shined from the light’s glare as he frowned remembering the dating simulation his employer Angelo had asked him to make. It was the first time the targeted audiences were female and the protagonist of the dating simulation was female. What made matters worse was the fact that the host members, including him, starred in the game. A creator hated self-insertion, which was why he minimized his role in the game and slightly tweaked the names of each character in order to prevent any relations with the real world. Surprisingly enough, the game sold really well and the customers wanted a sequel… but that was not going to happen! He refused to create another game like that. The game lacked the core erotica and h-scenes a visual novel usually consisted of, but it was toned down to fit any age group. Only sappy romance and kissing scenes arouse the average, idiotic fan girl to the point of squealing and passing out.

He spotted a young girl sitting in front of the door while she covered her face. As he rolled his eyes, he grabbed his bag and umbrella from a locker and eyed the girl from the corner of his eyes. What was wrong with her? Did her boyfriend break up with her? Well good riddance, she probably deserved it for being an annoying brat or gold digger to her boyfriend. Adrian closed his locker and pulled out his portable gaming device, a PSP, from his bag and turned it on. Putting his earphones on, he made sure to plug it in the audio port of his PSP so the music would not disrupt anyone. While engrossed on his game, he had completely forgotten about the young girl blocking his exit and accidentally stepped on her shoe. Immediately diverting his attention from his game to the girl, he glared at her and took several steps back. “You’re in the way. Not only that, you’re being a disturbance to anyone wishing to exit or enter this area.” He scolded the girl, completely neglecting an apology for stepping on her. Adrian did not care what her situation was or had the time to hear her sob story. He was already losing his patience. If this girl was looking for sympathy, then she was in for a surprise.

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& tag: Kimi~!
♥ word count: 633
♦ muse: OK.
♣ music: Ringo Mogire Beam! by Kenji Ohtsuki
• comments: Whoo! :B

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[KIMINE HARASHI]

Angels in flight (I need more affection than you know)
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My Santuary. My Sanctuary, Now.

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Who was this that, though they were correct, would point out an obvious fact to her so bluntly...? Kimi's brain immediately identified this person as someone who she would come to despise from this moment on. And not only that, the person had went as far as to begin scolding her when he had in fact just stepped on her friggin' foot! And guess what? NO APOLOGY!! Now THAT was worthy of some 'class A' scolding in Kimi's book. It didn't matter who they were, what they looked like, or how they acted. She officially had this person in her "To Despise" List from that moment on until the day she died (maybe). She finally decided to look up at the person speaking to her and she wasn't smiling, nor was she crying; she had lost all of her tears long ago... She looked up and was glaring lazily at them. "Do you really think I care that I'm blocking the door? I'm not the one trying to get in or out, so it's not really my problem now, is it? It's yours..."

Kimine clung to her diary as if it was something vital to her life, and it somewhat was, as she sat up slowly, still glaring lazily at the stranger who had scolded her. "By the by, you usually apologize to someone when you step on their foot, y'know... So you have NO right to be scolding me." She looked back down at her diary, pulling off the locket around her neck. She opened the locket and placed it gently within the small hole that was the same shape. As she inserted it, a small click could be heard as the lock on the diary popped open. She flipped the lock off and opened the diary, pulling out a silver pen and began to write something down. She had completely forgotten about the 'scolder' that was standing before her as she continued to scribble something down in the diary. She kept writing and writing, still disregarding the stranger and then finally stopped. She slipped the pen back inside its small holder that was in the diary and then closed it, locking it back and placing the locket around her neck once again. "And also, I'm not moving until I get a sincere apology from you for stepping on my foot... That was painful..." Kimi held her diary to her chest and rooted herself in place. She had said what she meant; she wasn't going to move, and she was childishly stubborn when it came to these things. She looked seventeen-ish, but she was still only a thirteen year old, making her an expert at being stubborn.
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Muse Level: MAXIMUM POWAAAAHHH... AND BEYOOOOOONNNDD!!! :3

RP Buddeh: ALMOND (HAI PAPA!! *waves rapidly*)

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Comment(s): WOW! I Just made an UBER POST! O _ O Keekeekee! >3

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[ADRIAN YAMAZAKI]

Old Scenario, New Game!

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As if a woman’s stubborn personality could not get any worse, this chick took the cake by a long shot. Fortunately, Adrian had come across scenarios like these and he was definitely going to find a way to move this girl out of the way and avoid apologizing. He made sure to save his game before turning it off and stuffed the portable gaming device in his bag. Glancing to his side, he tapped his foot against the ground and waited for her to stand up and leave. Waiting for the girl to leave was definitely not how he would initiate his plan. Placing his index finger to the bridge of his glasses, he rolled his eyes hearing her expecting an apology from him. Well, if she was not sitting there in the first place then they would have avoided any pointless quarrel. Once the girl finished lecturing him about apologizing after stepping on someone, there was a long, drawn out silence.

Adrian inclined his head forward and heaved a sigh, he was actually hoping another person would open the door on her and then she would be their business. Unfortunately, no one was going to come with such a terrible storm outside. The girl opened her diary and started writing in it, was she writing about how rude he was? He shook his head and smirked, that was unlikely, he was flattering himself. Fixing his glasses, Adrian noticed that she clung to the diary as if were her own heart and soul. Maybe if he snatched the diary from her and used that against her, she would probably move out of the way. Then again, he was not the type that would take something and make them take it from his hands, it was just not his style… better yet, when he was younger he was the type that would get bullied and picked on that way. He would never stoop as low as bullying. Adrian glanced at the time again and groaned, he had already wasted 10 minutes standing around waiting for the stubborn girl to move. Why was she sitting here anyway? If she had no intention on eating at the host club, then what was her reason for coming inside? And why was he the one that ran into her?

So many questions, yet his only method of unraveling the answers would be analyzing the girl. The girl was already upset, so asking her was out of the question. Adrian placed one hand in his pocket and the other on his head. She was trembling; he scanned the room and immediately spotted the window. He assumed that she feared the storm, the lightning’s whimsical flashing, or the thunder’s resounding noise. It was not an uncommon fear, but he finally found her ‘other’ weakness. Storms were known to be present in traumatizing situations or at times cause tragic scenarios. This was perfect; he may not have been a psychic but by simply analyzing someone determining their problem was but a trivial matter. Not only was her stubborn attitude a hint, but the slight wavering in the tone of her voice as she spoke unveiled fear.

He set his bag down and walked back into the kitchen. After a few minutes, he returned with a chair and sat down a few feet away from her. Folding his arms over his chest, he glanced at the window and frowned, “So you’re here because you don’t like storms?” Women loved sympathy and being pitied, sometime they would purposely act like the unfortunate fellow in order to gain attention. Such fragile yet selfish creatures, it disgusted him. He could not really blame her; most gamers were attracted to a girl with a sorrowful back story which introduced a very interesting path. He rested his hands on his lap and closed his eyes, “Listen, if you are really waiting for an apology for stepping on you then give me a reason. I wouldn’t have accidentally stepped on you if you weren’t sitting there in the first place.” Yes, he was using facts and reason with her, but seeing how stubborn she was he swallowed his pride and decided to be the mature one. “However, I apologize that it was painful.” He apologized, but he made sure he did not apologize for stepping on her, anyone would have done the same and expect an apology from her for sitting in front of the door in the first place. On the other hand, Adrian was not asking for an apology, he merely wanted the girl to see her errors and come to realization that she was indeed blocking the exit.

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& tag: Kimi~!
♥ word count: 782.
♦ muse: Ehhh...
♣ music: None.
• comments: Crappy muse. Sorry for the long wait, daughter dear. <3

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[KIMINE HARASHI]

Angels in flight (I need more affection than you know)
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My Santuary. My Sanctuary, Now.

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[/color] Kimine cocked an eyebrow at him as s he answered his first question. She could tell he was 'trying' to sympathize with her. Oh how she despised that.

She was given a HUGE amount of sympathy while growwing up. She didn't need anymore, nor did she want any. "..I know what you're trying to do. DON'T. I don't need any sympathy, nor do I want it. I've had enough of it."His next comment about him stepping on her. "Please don't try to sway me with your logic... Whether you're right or wrong, I'm not moving until you apologize..." She scribbled a few more notes about the male in her diary and knew what he was doing. He was trying to find a certain 'weakness' or something of the sort. Something that would make her move. Make her give up her claim of not budging until she got her apology. Well, she wasn't going to let t hat happen... He was wasting his time. She wasn't moving, and that was that. She FINALLY heard him utter somewhat of an apology. She waited for it, only to hear something else.

Sorry that it was painful? What was painful? Of course the stepping on of her foot was painful. Oh, yes it was. But he mentioned nothing of it. Now that was not quite a formal apology, wouldn't you agree? No. Kimine wasnt going to accept that. He was halfway there, but he had a ways to go. "Sorry that what was painful...? You are sorely mistaken if you think I will accept that apology." When she wanted something, she wanted it done thoroughly. This 'half' apology was most definately not thorough. ALl he had to do was say was several small words: I'm sorry for stepping on your foot. That was all he had to say... that was it. It was simple yet thorough, and it was the CORRECT apology. She knew he could do it. She had alkready wasted ten minutes of his time. She knew he wanted to leave. She scribbled once more in her diary before closing, but not locking, it. She held the diary back to her chest and looked up at the nnow seated stranger. It was time for that apology now...[/blockquote][/size][/ul]

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*Tag: Almond

*Muse: OFF THE WALL!!! But wavering... > 3 < (thus the crappiness)

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*Comments(s): Thanks for the post. It's okay that it took a while. I don't mind. I should be apologizing to you for pestering thee > 3 < GOMENASAI! Oh, and btw, I'm swapping up kimis font color from purple to white. And also, Kimi is 18 now. She's not 13 no morez... AND ALSO! 9last one..!) TAKE...YOUR...TIME...!!! I CAN...WAIT...FOR.....THE...POOOOSTT...! *will be busy preparing for 25% of my grade speech on the 31st of March at 5:25 PM anyways*

[ADRIAN YAMAZAKI]

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So this was the complex path, she was the type that probably refused sympathy or received too much of it. Adrian heard her speak, but deliberately ignored her and decided not to answer her. If this were a game he would really dedicate his time to get the perfect ending; unfortunately, it wasn’t a visual novel so he immediately lost interest and took the chair back to the kitchen. If his apology was not good enough for her, then she could spend the night in that same spot. If she believed she won then she was terribly wrong. There was a back door, the only person she losing here was her. He only hoped that someone would teach her a lesson by slamming the door open on her. Adrian took a quick glance at the clock and frowned noticing how their dispute on who was correct had prolonged his commencement of developing a new visual novel.

He pulled out his cellular phone and checked the weather forecast. The storm was going to get worse and would continue till the following morning. A sadistic grin appeared across his lips just imagining her sitting in the same spot, hopelessly waiting for the storm to end. That will teach her a lesson. Adrian let out a malicious chuckle as he returned to the entrance and picked up his bag and umbrella. As expected, she was still in the same spot. He turned to walk off, but paused when he felt pain in his head… was this his conscious telling him that he was being too harsh? He clenched his fists and glared at the ground. It was not his business to meddle with a stubborn 3 dimensional girl and there were other FATE members to please her. Then again, he was usually the last one to leave maybe she would be left all alone if he left.

No, he was not going to accept that he was the only employee left. He dropped his bag and took off into the kitchen, no one. He searched through all the room and stomped his foot on the ground in rage. This was not fair! Why was everyone gone already?! Adrian placed his right hand to his chest and took a deep breath. Before returning to the entrance he made sure that all the windows and doors were locked, one of the employees was assigned to close up shop, while Adrian argued with the young girl. Adrian walked back to the entrance and frowned when the young girl was still blocking the door. He placed his index finger to the bridge of his glasses and pushed them up as he walked towards her. Leaning forward, making sure not to step on her foot again, he turned a few knobs and locked the door. ”Don’t get me wrong, I could care less if someone slammed the door on you. I’m just locking up.” He said to her coldly as he walked back to his bag and glanced at his watch.

“I am heading out, so you can stay there for the rest of the night. I don’t work on the weekends anyway,” Adrian said, pulling his game device out and turned it on. As he took one step to leave the troublesome girl, a bright flash of lightning shot out the electricity of the host club, causing Adrian to freeze in place. The thunder’s erupting sound proceeded. His portable gaming device gave off a faint hint of light in the room, but other than that the entire place was pitch black. “I paid the electric bill…” Were the first words the game designer manage to mutter. This was punishment for treating the young girl badly, wasn’t it? The gods were punishing him for allowing such a terrible and cruel person to live on their earth. Adrian gripped his PSP tight and shook his head; he was not going to accept a ‘Game Over’ just yet. Adrian used his PSP as flash light in order to find the panel board for the place. He may have been cold hearted, but there was no way he was going to let that foolish girl stay in a place without any electricity.

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& tag: Kimi~!
♥ word count: 706
♦ muse: OK.
♣ music: None.
• comments: :3

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[KIMINE HARASHI]

Angels in flight (I need more affection than you know)
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My Sanctuary. My Sanctuary, Now.

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[/color]” She watched as he headed for the back door while turning on his PSP again. Before she could make up in her mind whether to stay in that room or leave after he walked out the back door, she saw a startlingly bright flash of lightning out of the window in the distance. She nearly jumped to her feet as she held the diary over her face in an attempt to block the lightning from her sight, though this did nothing to fend of the loud thunder that followed. Her eyes widened in horror when the lights suddenly went out shortly after the bright lightning had passed.

The only light that she saw now was the smaller streaks of thunder outside and the faint light of Adrian’s PSP as she began to quake with fear; not of the dark, but of the lightning and thunder that would most likely come soon. She heard him mumble something through the pitch black; something about an electric bill. Why was he worried about an electric bill at a time like this? What was wrong with him? But then again, what was wrong with her? Being afraid of a little lightning and thunder? Well, it was something she could not control at the present moment. She noticed Adrian shake his head before supposedly going off to look for the breaker switch. But would that really work? Would flipping a simple switch really get the lights back on? Probably not, but apparently he was determined to try.

Kimine curled her legs in closer to herself in an attempt to feel protected. If only her father were here; she would not have this accursed fear of lightning. It was because of the fact that he passed on that she feared this weather. It was the same weather in which her father had ‘moved on’. She tried to think happy thoughts to drown out the rolling thunder from outside, when it began to rain. The rain was light at first, but then it suddenly became harder. It came harder, louder, more thunderous. The rain added to the fear that she felt, as she tried to keep herself together. It seemed to be impossible for her though. It was as if nature was out to get her, out to keep her within fear’s grasp. She dropped her diary unwillingly, and held her hands to her head. It felt like she was losing her mind. She was afraid; afraid and guilty. Apparently, the weather had not only aroused her fear, but also a sense of guilt that she caused her father’s death. The kind of guilt that doesn’t really belong to you, but that you take up anyway. This child really did need help. She was psychologically breaking down, little by little, and no one could help put her back together.[/ul][/size][/blockquote]

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*RP Buddy: Father Almond

*Muse Level: *nuclear explosion*

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*Comments: Blegh! I didn’t beat your word count! I’ll get you next time, father!

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