I am nothing but a mouthful of 'sorry's, half-hearted apologies that roll of my tongue, smoothquick, like 'r's or maybe like pocket candy that's just a bit too sweet.
Personality: Quiet, nice, but only to people she doesn't know. She will run to help some old woman who collapsed on the train, but would stand idly by if her pregnant mother was giving birth. She can snap into anger should someone annoy her too much. Unlike the rest of the family, likes British comedy due to sarcasm.
Appearance: She's short, only 5'2, with straight black bangs. She's Asian, with dark brown eyes and a rather thin mouth that hides really good teeth. Skinny. Tends to wear black with silver jewelry.
Background: Ayako has lived in Japan all her life, with totally Japanese parents. How, then, does she know English? Answer: Her father died when she was two, and her mother, when Ayako was four, got a Canadian boyfriend, who worked at the same business. Ayako learned English along with the Japanese, and likes to converse on the Internet, away from her hellhole of a home. Her older brother (Katsuro) hates the boyfriend (Dane), and thus arguments keep rocking the apartment. Katsuro's girlfriend (Megumi) is a weepy anorexic who keeps trying to bond with Ayako. And there's always the thing of how, although her mother promises they'll go to America someday, something always requires them to use the American Trip money, or they're too busy, or Ayako's grandmother makes up an illness to make them not go.
Secrets: Has a friend who has a brother in the Yakuza, who owns a gun. Thus, she is fully entitled to use it. Of course, she'd never tell anyone in her immediate family.
Other: Up for love, so long as he's unsuitable. Also, as for how she gets to the island... her friend's brother has contacts. He gets her in there when she discovers all her online friends are there.
This guy is so evil you could put him in between two slices of bread and call him an evil sandwich.
Someone just start it already. I don't understand the plot very much so someone else start it please!!!!
I am nothing but a mouthful of 'sorry's, half-hearted apologies that roll of my tongue, smoothquick, like 'r's or maybe like pocket candy that's just a bit too sweet.
I would never forget you! I just have school and a mum who bugs me and...stuff. >.>
Ok! So, I've started to start at least 5 times, but have failed each time, so someone just....start. I was going to start right after the explosion, but you can start whenever you want to, really.
I closed my eyes and counted to ten. When i woke up, I would be back at the studio, having my picture taken, and not on a island after america has blown up. I open my eyes. I am stil on the island. Shit.
I get up and try to make sense of my world. But that was impossible. A guy walks over to me. he looks as confused as me.
So maybe I wasn't alone.
Love is beautiful, but what would love be without life?
Father had warned him about taking the boat out on his own, for several reasons. The mid-april seas where the most unpredictable, a boy who had a tendency to get so absorbed in his artwork was not a good candidate for soloing a boat, and though he never said it directly, Jackie's young, girlish appearance could get him in trouble if other drifters got the wrong impression.
Of course he also knew that Jackie took after his mother; he had to let the boy roam from time to time.
Jackie pulled the top of his hair up into a band out the way and looked down sharply at his drawings. Something just wasn't working... perhaps the models pose. He picked up the rubber, and as it touched the paper the whole boat lurched and a surge of heat rushed across the deck with a searing yellow light.
He looked up. If the heat had not been so vivid he might have thought he'd fallen asleep. The land which had lulled in the distance looked now like the edges of a newly erupted volcano. A second wave knocked him off his feet, and the third made the boat tip dangerously.
His eyes widened as he stared at the land, trying to make sense of what had happened. He took out his iphone and waited anxiously for news reports to come in.
When they did he stared at the letters which seemed foreign. Even after reading the words once, twice, three times, when he looked at the horizon he couldn't remember a single one of them. He just knew that land was the last place he could go now.
He rushed to the top, set the controls to haul in the anchor and started sailing into the open water.
It took six hours before he found a small island on the horizon and changed his course towards it.
"Get up," I growl, kicking my unconscious brother in the ribs. I loved him, but sometimes I couldn't stand the guy. "Get- the- hell- UP!" I grunted, shifting him into a sitting position. Wiping my hair from my face, I looked around. I had been in the backyard under the tree, tying a knot in my scarf, enjoying the blue moonlight for one last time.
Then everything was white.
White noise, white pain, white heat, white light, so much so that everything went black. Then I woke up and realized how screwed I was. My house was gone, my neighborhood was gone, my tree was gone, I had even found my father's dead body a few feet from me. Guess I was lucky. And then there was my brother, half under a branch from the tree, covered in soot and blood, but alive. I sighed, ready to sit and wait for him to wake up, when another light found me.
But this was the concentrated beam of a flashlight.
No, a boy and a girl. I decide, looking at the two figures. I take out a flashlight and walk towards there.
"Who are you?" I ask.
"Im Ash, and this is Mo." She said, kicking the seemingly lifeless body. It was covered in dirt and blood.
"Oh my god, is he okay?" I ask, bending down. I take my water bottle and rip a strip of cloth of my pants. I pour the water on the cloth and gently begin dabbing at his wounds. His sister looks disgusted.
Love is beautiful, but what would love be without life?
I cough, and open my eyes. There's a pulsing pain in my forehead, and I feel a trickle of warm liquid travel down the bridge of my nose. I stick my tongue out and the drop falls on it. Blood. I groan. I get up slowly, and look around. Nothing. Simply nothing. My home, friends, foster family. Gone. I shake my head, and feel my head. I wince. There's a huge gash there. I need medical help. I walk carefully through the wreckage of my house, my eyes moving over the bodies of my foster parents, sister, and brother, holding back tears. I manage to salvage a few necessities. A flashlight. Some canned food. A messenger bag. Night is falling, and it's cold, so I decide to find more shelter. I walk for what seems like hours, probably is hours, before I find a house that isn't completely destroyed. I hear noises coming from it. Clicking on the flashlight, I enter the house, walking softly, and am quiet startled when the beam of my flashlight passes over a startled looking girl shaking an unconscious boy who is trapped under a beam.
And remember...A portkey can be any sort of harmless object...A football...or a dolphin. ~Snape, AVPM
"You are the egg, you are the chrysalis, you are the progeny. You are the rot that falls from stars." ~Will Henry, on Typhoeus magnificum
Walking down from school, the cherry blossoms would have been blooming. That is, if there were any cherry trees on my street. It was cold tangle of tarmac, steel, smoke from a car that had broken down. I sighed. I took a turn to the right, hoping I could get some tranquility before I had to go back to the idiots at my house. I just had to walk straight for five minutes, and I'd be at the harbor. That was the great thing about where she lived, just out of Yokohama; it was so near the sea...
A flash of white light. She could see it from miles away; it was just a white flash. An old man saluted. A young boy jumped up and down, pointing at it. She just stood there.
Where's that coming from?
((Hang on, the entirety of America blows up, right? Big bang, right?))
This guy is so evil you could put him in between two slices of bread and call him an evil sandwich.
The island was simple, and seemingly uninhabited. He must have been sitting on the shore for hours, crying on bursts when he allowed himself to dwell on whatever had become of his father. When at last he felt hungry and set survival as his task, he started listing what he would have to do, at least for the time being.
His iPhone would last about two weeks if he turned it on twice a day to check his mails and news reports. It seemed America was the only place devistated, and on that, it was the whole of America. No news from the mainland, or from his mother. Not only that, but wherever this island was, it wasn't on any maps he could find.
He circled the whole island and mapped it, making note of food and water sources, and strange oddities that might have once been inhabited, filled with supplies. Once he was done he washed his clothes and bangles, scrubbed his hair in the salty water and returned to his boat to console himself in his drawings of bright fashions and pretty models.
She felt like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. Still dazed, she tried to remember what had just happened. There had been a flash of brilliance, followed by some sort of thunder, and then she had been coughing and flying--flying?
And now she was on a beach. It was all like a fairy-tale, except she was keenly aware of her heart beating out of her chest and the vibrations of her body from having traveled at a supersonic speed.
She picked herself up daintily. In the distance, she made out a figure. A nudge of her sensibility told her to run and hide, but before she knew it, she was making her way towards the human.
*bambi eyes*
