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Post by taro inoue on Jun 1, 2012 13:47:22 GMT -6
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[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 52px; color: #DB7367; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 36px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 8px 0px 15px;]✖ DREAMS TURN[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 300px; background-color: #DB7367; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #EBEBEB; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 3px 10px 3px 10px;]INTO NIGHTMARES. OUR MEETING WAS A SPOILER BECAUSE HOWEVER YOU LOOK AT IT, THE ENDING WAS CLEAR. THE ILLUSION DIES AS TIME DRAGS ON. [/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc316/ADevilAtAMidnightMass/p4LeF.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: #DB7367 5px solid;] [/style]
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[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #CFA6A1; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] short post is short :c [/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;] Taro often stayed after host club hours. There was so much he could accomplish in a couple of minutes when there weren't students bustling in and out, much less having Koji running around talking about anything and everything that went on during the day. The Third Music Room was quiet, peaceful. It allowed Taro to clear his mind. Cleaning isn't generally something that most teenagers enjoyed to do, but somehow it helped put him at ease. The echo of his footsteps in the empty room was loud and it seems to bounce off of every wall of object in it's path. It was almost completely silent other than Taro's shuffling and the occasional chirp of the birds outside.
Leaning over the club's finacial notebook, Taro ran through the numbers in his head onces more. In front of him on the table was a neatly organizaed stack of paper and coin money, each in their own monetary values. Nibbiling at his pen, Taro counted each bill and coin, counting up the daily earning's in his head. After he was satisfied that the amount was correct Taro neatly wrote it in the book. He then nodded in approval and set the record asside. Taro remained seated for a moment, listening to the silence. He sighed, pushed the chair back, and proceeded to walk across the room. He gently grabbed the doorknob to the room's closet, giving it a slight shove. 'Someone needs to fix this sticky door,' he thought, running his hand down the door's frame. Flipping on the light Taro spotted the broom in the tiny room's corner. He pulled it out, shut off the light, and then proceeded to look around the room.
Now did he want to sweep around the furniture or push it all to the side? It would be easier just to go around it.. but he could possibly arrange the floor to be waxed if he would move it all... it needed a good waxing. Taro contemplated these scenarios while looking at the dull glow of the tiles on the music room's floor. He sighed quietly, "It needs to be done." Thus, the pathetic attempt to move all the tables, couches, and chairs began. Now, Taro isn't terribly unfit, but he isn't an active athlete either, so trying to push a large three-seat couch without scratching the tiles wasn't an easy task for the teen. It seemed like with each set of chairs that went up against the wall there were about seven more out in the middle of the room.
After he had managed to get about half the room pushed away, Taro sat down, almost exhausted. 'I should have just left it for the beginning of school tomorrow when everyone else would be around..' his head was hung, hands clasped together in defeat. He sighed once more then pushed himself up, spinning on his heel to start the work once more. He placed his hands on the arm of the couch, placed his legs in a runner's start-esque stance, and pushed with each foot, trying his best to apply enough force to move the heavy piece. After a few moments of attempting but with no avail, Taro fell to one knee, defeated. "Okay, I admit it. This is hopeless."
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Post by AIDEN JAMES FOXX on Jun 1, 2012 17:17:44 GMT -6
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TAGS: taro and whomever else~
NOTES: it's perfectly fine. xD i need to get into the habit of writing longer posts anyways. <u<;;
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Post by taro inoue on Jun 2, 2012 15:10:14 GMT -6
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[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 52px; color: #DB7367; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 36px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 8px 0px 15px;]✖ DREAMS TURN[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 300px; background-color: #DB7367; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #EBEBEB; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 3px 10px 3px 10px;]INTO NIGHTMARES. OUR MEETING WAS A SPOILER BECAUSE HOWEVER YOU LOOK AT IT, THE ENDING WAS CLEAR. THE ILLUSION DIES AS TIME DRAGS ON. [/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc316/ADevilAtAMidnightMass/p4LeF.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: #DB7367 5px solid;] [/style]
[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #DB7367; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]TAGS[/style] aiden and anyone else who wants to join?
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[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #CFA6A1; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] Ta-da :D[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;] If one as calculative and intelligent as Taro couldn't figure the physics needed in order to push or pull the couch, then the task was quite possibly an impossible feat. But then again, Taro was headstrong, he couldn't just let the furniture win. The floor needed to be polished up, else the customers might deem the club a failure. He couldn't possibly let everyone down.. Luckily for him, a familiar face entered the room. He looked up, surprised, as he heard the door click open.
"Oh, afternoon Aiden-kun." Taro said, trying to hide the raggedness of his breathing. He didn't want to seem like he couldn't accomplish the task he put upon himself. However, Aiden seemed to look right through this act when he got down and extended his arm along with an invitation for assistance. While Taro didn't want to burden his fellow host with the tedious task at hand, he also knew he wouldn't be able to accomplish it on his own.
With the help of his underclassman Taro drew himself up. After rolling his shoulders upon returning to an upright position, Taro spoke once more. "If you would help then I would be extremely grateful." he said, trying to make it sound less like a plea and more like pure gratitude. To be honest, Taro was absolutely relieved that his prayers for help had been answered.
"You see, I figured the floor has been abused for long enough. It is dull and lacks that certain elegance that we require for the club's image of class and elaborate design," he explained, "but in order to get the floors waxed the furniture must be pushed away to one side.. and it is heavier than it looks." Taro looked at the couch with spite, almost like it was the couch's fault for being made to weigh as much as it did. It was awfully inconvenient, though. Sometimes he wondered how his family's workers ever survived through all the remodeling and rearranging of their home's interior design. He would have to appreciate their efforts even more, now.
Taro looked at Aiden, almost to search for a hint of fear in his brown eyes. He didn't want to be the only one who felt like the task was difficult. Of course, Aiden didn't seem too terribly athletic, either. But perhaps with the two of them the forces could be enough to cause enough work upon the couch to cause a positive reaction. Yes, it could work with enough effort and the right angles, possibly a few tricks of physics could assist them as well.
"I've managed to get about half of the room done.. It isn't nearly as simplistic as I took it to be. I presumed too much of my abilities and too little to the weight of these devious love-seats." he admitted. The brunette stood for a second, pondering the task at hand and how the two would accomplish it when he came to a realization.
"By the way Aiden, why on earth are you still here? Generally all the students have left by this hour." This puzzled Taro by quiet a bit. Aiden was a rather intelligent boy, so after-hours tutoring was out of the question.. and yet, here he was. It didn't make much sense at all. Perhaps he was finishing a project or got caught up in a book in one of the school's libraries? Even so, the nice women who cleaned the messes of the student's in the libraries would have let him know that he had missed the dismissal bell... Curious indeed.
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Post by AIDEN JAMES FOXX on Jun 2, 2012 15:44:50 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=CellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; height:580px; background-color: #E2E2E2; border: 1px solid #694489, btable][STYLE=width: 350px; margin-left: 20px; border-bottom: 4px solid #694489] [STYLE=float: right; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 25px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #8B7B8B; margin-top: -3px;]the road stretches on[/style][/style] [STYLE=width: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-left: 30px; margin-top: 20px; color: #694489; text-align: justify;]Aiden James should have actually thought this through before deciding to do something as grand a feat as moving furniture. It was only now that he remembered how many times he had attempted to rearrange his own room and, to his dismay, never figure out the proper way of rearranging furniture. After he would try for about an hour to simply move his dresser, he would have to call in his family's movers to assist him in the feat. He never allowed them to go unassisted, though. If they ever needed a lamp unplugged or something swept under, Aiden James was the first to spring into action and do the task quickly and efficiently. It made him feel like he was doing something, even when he felt the awkward stares burrowing into his back as he strode about the room with armfuls of whatever decided to drop onto the floor and even thing he was afraid would make a piece of furniture too heavy. He never liked to leave the sheets or pillows on his bed if it was being moved because he was afraid one of the men would trip over the masses of blankets, so he often toddled about the room while peering over the mounds of fabric in his arms. He blinked a few times, recalling this information as he stared nervously at the couch. How much did it weigh? How much could he lift? How much could Taro lift? These were mysterious questions, but he supposed unless he called someone in, he wouldn't get any sort of answer within ten minutes. So instead, he opted to cock his head to the side and attempt to do some sort of calculation in his head. Of course, it was impossible without any values, though... He was about to ask why Taro was moving the furniture in the first place when he was given an explanation before he could even open his mouth. He whined lightly. The furniture was heavier than it looked? Well, that was to be expected. Everything in the room was made from high-grade materials and wasn't something that one could simply go out and buy at the nearest supermarket. It was all hand-crafted, possibly by students or their family businesses. Or so he had heard. If that was true, then they were going to need a lot more muscle than the two scrawny boys that were currently eyeing the furniture as if it could spring to life at any moment and chase them from the room. But what was this? A spark of hope in the otherwise dreary situation? If Taro had already moved half of the furniture, then there was a slight possibility that, with Aiden James' help, the two could push through to victory. A crooked smile tugged at his lips as he glanced over to the other boy and simply nodded. He would give this all of his dedication and hopefully be just strong enough to persevere. Just as Aiden James' hopes were heightened, though, his spirits sank low at Taro's question. The smile faded and was replaced by him gently knitting his hands together and staring at the now rather interesting tiles on the floor. He supposed that this would be a good time to ask about advice. "Well," he breathed, setting down his school bag on the nearest love seat and flipping through until he found the letter wedged between a binder and a sketchbook, "it is this." He pulled out the scented envelope and held it out to the older boy as he swallowed back sadness. "I-if you do not mind my asking, how do you deal with these, senpai?" His gaze that had been fixated on the paper sleeve now trailed back down to the floor. "I simply cannot return these feelings, even if I must put on a show during club activities. I always feel like I betray our customers, but it is what they come to hear, right?"[/style]
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TAGS: taro and whomever else~
NOTES: fast!reply is fast.
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Post by taro inoue on Jun 2, 2012 16:16:48 GMT -6
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[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 52px; color: #DB7367; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 36px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 8px 0px 15px;]✖ DREAMS TURN[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 300px; background-color: #DB7367; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #EBEBEB; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 3px 10px 3px 10px;]INTO NIGHTMARES. OUR MEETING WAS A SPOILER BECAUSE HOWEVER YOU LOOK AT IT, THE ENDING WAS CLEAR. THE ILLUSION DIES AS TIME DRAGS ON. [/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc316/ADevilAtAMidnightMass/p4LeF.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: #DB7367 5px solid;] [/style]
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[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #CFA6A1; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] Extended metaphors, ftw?[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;] Taro watched the young host seem to break in front of him. His previously calm expression was now laced with a kind of sadness.. regret? Guilt? Taro couldn't quite place it, it was almost like every kind of unhappiness mixed into a big pot of despair. Despair soup that is garnished with adolescence and confusion as it seemed. As Aiden fiddled in his bag Taro felt a sudden pang of guilt in his own heart. He had obviously stricken something that was concerning his friend, even if Aiden hadn't let on that anything was even remotely bothering him. That was a quality that he admired of this brunette. He was so honest, yet he could hide his own feelings at what seemed like will. Taro couldn't do that at all. If he had received poor marks on a paper or got even a stern speaking to, the feelings of disappointment would be plastered onto his face for hours on end. He just wasn't good at emotions, at all. It was like Taro brewed his own pot of despair, though it was more translucent.. more like despair tea.
When Aiden had finally recovered what he had been searching for in his bag, he held it out. Taro examined this envelope silently for a moment even before taking it in his hands. It had an aroma similar to a flower.. perhaps a jasmine or lily. It was a strong scent, which meant that this was a freshly sprayed letter.. and since Aiden wasn't often found with this unfamiliar smell about him, Taro could only expect that this was from a female companion? Possibly a potential match for the young brunette in front of him who seemed to tremble in his spot.
As the other host spoke Taro looked up from the pink envelope, returning an eye contact that only lasted for a few fleeting moments. His words rang with a kind of labored force, like this was a difficult thing for Aiden to speak about. Which was understandable. Taro could relate perfectly well. The femme species was a strange and almost unavoidable thing for the hosts. For Taro, these things were still very bizarre and irregular. The whole first two years he had attended Ouran Taro had never even been noticed by the female students, despite his intellectual status is class. Now since the host club was revived he seemed an estimated 250% more popular.. but that would be assuming he was even .00001% popular before, as 250% of 0 would still reside as an nonexistent value.
Taro looked back down to the envelope as Aiden had finished speaking. He contemplated the correct response.. but honestly he was probably as clueless as the younger whom stood across from him. However he couldn't just leave his young successor without any assistance, even if it meant he would have to try and make sense of a very confusing turn of events.
"Well," he started, "you have to remember that, yes, this is a pure result from your actions in host club. The person that left this letter is an apparent client of yours. But you have merely swooned the feelings of this person's heart. Whether this is a true love would have to be decided by two parties, not just theirs. If you cannot return these feelings, then it isn't meant to be." Taro suggested. Though, he was still unsure if it had answered the young man's question, so he added, "And if they truly loved you, they would accept that you cannot feel the same. There is a saying that if love is true, you can let it go and it will come back to you. One shouldn't be selfish in love."
"But as for how you should deal with the situation.. it is truly up to you. This will not be the last confession you receive, Aiden, but you must remember that it is not your job nor your duty to return these feelings that you have received in this letter."
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Post by AIDEN JAMES FOXX on Jun 2, 2012 16:59:29 GMT -6
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TAGS: taro and whomever else~
NOTES: and now, it's short D:
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Post by taro inoue on Jun 2, 2012 18:45:43 GMT -6
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[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 52px; color: #DB7367; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 36px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 8px 0px 15px;]✖ DREAMS TURN[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 300px; background-color: #DB7367; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #EBEBEB; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 3px 10px 3px 10px;]INTO NIGHTMARES. OUR MEETING WAS A SPOILER BECAUSE HOWEVER YOU LOOK AT IT, THE ENDING WAS CLEAR. THE ILLUSION DIES AS TIME DRAGS ON. [/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc316/ADevilAtAMidnightMass/p4LeF.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: #DB7367 5px solid;] [/style]
[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #DB7367; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]TAGS[/style] aiden and anyone else who wants to join?
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[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #CFA6A1; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] Short post is short ;A;[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;] Taro wasn't quite sure where he had arrived at the advice he had given his younger classmen. He didn't really have much room to speak, he was just as bad at handling the confessions. Luckily enough for him, though, he never really had to see whomever had confessed to him unless they continuously came back to the club... which sometimes they don't, mostly because he has to kindly refuse their offer to speak with him. But even though he tried his best to sway the despaired feelings in Aiden's mind, the young boy still seemed to be weighed down by the thought that he was almost destroying someone's life. Aiden had always been someone who had enough empathy for anyone and everyone. Eventually it must bear down in his mind. Caring is lovely, but caring too much can be a curse.
When Aiden broke through with a new topic, Taro was reminded of the previous task at hand... moving everything. Now it was his turn to frown. This was a less than pleasing task. Taro fiddled with the pink envelope in his hand, nodding slightly. The younger brunette would need to handle this on his own from this point on. Gently tossing it back in his friend's bag, the teen started eyeing the furniture.
"I sure hope we can move it, Aiden-kun. Otherwise we'll have to see if anyone else is left in the school who could move it for us.." he sighed, biting at his lower lip for a moment. Now to devise a plan to efficiently move it. Taro moved about to one side, waiting for an idea to pop into his head. He bent at the knees, placed his hands under the bottom of the frame, and pushed up. It wiggled a moment, a little more effort and he found he would be able to lift it with the right amount of force. Taro stood back up, flexing and relaxing his fingers which seemed to lock under the weight of the furniture.
"Okay, if I lift this and you push on that side I think we can move this couch. If not then we can try something else, but I think it is a plausible scenario." Taro suggested, crossing his arms. Perhaps discussing the femme problem was a simpler task... Emotional labors end in more success than the physical labors that Taro entered into. But Taro didn't want to cause Aiden anymore confusion.. What a puzzling and unpleasant set of events this was.
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