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Blech
Jul 21, 2006 16:52:17 GMT -5
Post by Yasuo on Jul 21, 2006 16:52:17 GMT -5
Yasuo stared down at the empty table. He sat alone, as was usual, so when people passed him they thought nothing of it. Letting a long, drawn out sigh pass his lips, Yasuo brought out a pen and paper. He placed them on the table neatly, as if setting it up for a picture.
Once arranged, Yasuo picked the pen back up and readied it for writing. The pen moved hurriedly across the paper, scribbling notes and words. Rhymes of poetry flew across the page as Yasuo did his unspeakable hobby: writing poems.
With a sigh he finished, folding the paper up and stuffing it inside his jean pocket, the pen finding its way back into a small pouch he wore across his waist. Then his brow furrowed as he pondered about what he'd written. Displeased, Yasuo took the paper out once more and tore it to pieces, letting the shreds softly fall to the floor. He nodded, satisfied before letting his head lay on the table, his eyes drooping.
"What a waste.."
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Blech
Jul 21, 2006 18:00:35 GMT -5
Post by Kayoko on Jul 21, 2006 18:00:35 GMT -5
"Yasuo?", Kayoko appeared behind him, he looked sick! She worried about him more after the nightmare, and wanted to make sure he was okay. "Are you ill Yasuo?"
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Blech
Jul 22, 2006 15:29:11 GMT -5
Post by Yasuo on Jul 22, 2006 15:29:11 GMT -5
Yasuo blinked, registering the voice coming from behind. He sighed and said a small, "I'm fine." He picked his chin up and turned around to look at Kayoko, grim smile on his face.
"What's up, Kay?" he asked casually.
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Blech
Jul 23, 2006 8:22:25 GMT -5
Post by Kayoko on Jul 23, 2006 8:22:25 GMT -5
Kayoko smiled when he smiled, so he was okay then? "N-Nothing.", She looked down, and saw pieces of paper. Kayoko picked one up, which had a couple words written on it, and read it. It was Yasuo's handwriting! She flashed a warm smile at him. "You write poetry? It's very good!"
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Blech
Jul 24, 2006 3:55:34 GMT -5
Post by Yasuo on Jul 24, 2006 3:55:34 GMT -5
Yasuo felt himself blush slightly. 'I hope she doesn't find the part with her name!' he gasped inwardly.
"Thank you," Yasuo said humbly, bowing his head. He quickly tried to hide the other scraps of paper under his shoe.
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Blech
Jul 24, 2006 6:22:39 GMT -5
Post by Kayoko on Jul 24, 2006 6:22:39 GMT -5
Kayoko smiled at him. "You're very talented....Could I read the rest?"
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Blech
Jul 24, 2006 11:16:04 GMT -5
Post by Yasuo on Jul 24, 2006 11:16:04 GMT -5
"Sure!" Yasuo said, pushing the scraps from underneath his shoe forward. He bent over and began to pick them up hurriedly, examining each one.
'Where's her name? Man..' he groaned. Scraps were placed on the tabletop and rearranged, Yasuo's eyes flitting over each one. "Let me just get it arranged," he mumbled, occupied with finding that one scrap he was looking for.
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Blech
Jul 24, 2006 12:27:39 GMT -5
Post by Kayoko on Jul 24, 2006 12:27:39 GMT -5
Kayoko sat down next to him and tried to help him put the ripped poetry back together. She stopped and looked at him curiously. "Yasuo, why did you rip your poem? Did you think it was bad? Because I thought it was good."
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Blech
Jul 24, 2006 15:42:17 GMT -5
Post by Yasuo on Jul 24, 2006 15:42:17 GMT -5
Yasuo stopped momentarily, his finger hovering over the scrap of paper he'd been looking for. But he was oblivious to the fact, thinking about Kayoko's question instead.
"Thanks Kay...I just don't like my writing," he sighed quietly. "While I'm writing it, I think its great and wonderful. But when I'm done and I look it over, I notice how terrible it is.."
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Blech
Jul 24, 2006 16:55:27 GMT -5
Post by Kayoko on Jul 24, 2006 16:55:27 GMT -5
Kayoko hugged Yasuo and smiled. "Don't worry Yasuo. Most people would love to have that kind of creativity. Please don't doubt yourself, you're always good at whatever you do."
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