requiem for a nightmare [cket!]

[AYAKA SATOMI]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #BAB6B8; padding: 10px; border-top: 7px solid #000000; border-bottom: 7px solid #000000; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 9px;][atrb=width,440,true][STYLE=background-color: #030303; border: 5px solid #000000; float: right;][/style][STYLE=color: #302A2C; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; text-shadow: #000000 3px 1px 4px; font-size: 20px; text-align: left; letter-spacing: 1px;]You and I are living a lie[/style][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-style: oblique; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; letter-spacing: 0; margin-top: -5; padding: 5px 0px 0px 0px; text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; color: #6B6B6B; background: url(http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s129/She_IsBeautiful/background-comewithme.jpg); width: 360px;]Sick of always denying[/style][STYLE=font-family: OCR A std; font-style: oblique; font-size: 10px; line-height: 9px; margin-top: -5; padding: 5px 0px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; color: #6B6B6B;]Blasphemy in your eyes, spare me your pathetic lies. Sympathy I despise, just give me your chaos cries. One night he came to me and spoke the words of heresy. One day I will prevail, in other words your last day.[/style] [STYLE=font-family: OCR A Std; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 5px; text-align: left; color: 000000;]tag: markcket words: 000 notes: let the fun commence! [/style] [STYLE=width: 410px; background-color: #241821; opacity: 0.9; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #C4C2C4; text-align: justify; padding: 8px; border-top: #000000 7px solid; margin-top: 0px;]▌ This had to be the single most annoying thing to ever happen to her. Annoying targets were nothing compared to this. This was an outrage. This was rigged. This was degrading and insulting and pretty much everything negative you could possibly think of. What was it that had Ayaka so upset? This stupid event that's what. She had signed up for it out of obligation, in order to have clearance to all activities and be able to fulfill her job contract. Even though this was a romantic festival, she still had an obligation to protect Lord Nuit Dunstan. It was Kenshin's duty as well, though he was left without a pair. Ayaka had assumed that she too would lack a pair, and be able to spend the days with Kenshin, protecting their king from the threats presented by such a thing as a national festival. She especially found that she distrusted the foreigners, even the other royals, but she voiced nothing of this to Dunstan. In fact, she didn't get the chance to really voice it to anybody, because despite her thoughts she did end up having a match. She stomped around the fair grounds now, forcing her way into the crowd in instinctive stealth, using it to her advantage in an attempt to hide herself from her match for the festival: a man by the name of Markcket Harsen. From what she knew, he was a local resident of Renais, apparently not a trouble-maker because she didn't have any previous information on him. Still, regardless of his bloodline, she wanted nothing to do with him. He was a burden to her, and this time she was fairly certainly her logic in this situation worked out. Because all of this was clearly his fault. [/style]

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[MARKCKET HARSEN]

Markcket didn't have much time, he just barely saw the flash of the very same face that was on the picture given to him. "Hey! Hold up! Aren't you Ayaka?" he called after her, and tried to force his nerdy self through the crowd, glasses slowly falling down his nose and becoming crooked. "Would you wait up? My sister'll have my head if I don't at least greet my match!" There was a slip in the crowd so he could run after the girl with the flowers in her hair. Now he could only see the back of her head, but at least he had a defining marker. "Look, could you just stop running? I'm not very good at this." It was the truth. Cket stopped to catch his breath, not that he was really breathless, but more that his limbs were sick of maneuvering around the gigantic river of people whom all seemed to be going against him. Looking up, he realized his sight was very blurry and quickly fixed his glasses to their original position.

He sighed, he seemed to have lost her now that he had stopped. So the scholar walked on through the festival, thinking he might grab a turkey leg or something. She had to turn up again sometime, right? Why do I have to do this again? he asked himself. C'mon, Trina, where are you? Right now he thought he might prefer his sister's company.

[AYAKA SATOMI]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #BAB6B8; padding: 10px; border-top: 7px solid #000000; border-bottom: 7px solid #000000; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 9px;][atrb=width,440,true][STYLE=background-color: #030303; border: 5px solid #000000; float: right;][/style][STYLE=color: #302A2C; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; text-shadow: #000000 3px 1px 4px; font-size: 20px; text-align: left; letter-spacing: 1px;]You and I are living a lie[/style][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-style: oblique; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; letter-spacing: 0; margin-top: -5; padding: 5px 0px 0px 0px; text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; color: #6B6B6B; background: url(http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s129/She_IsBeautiful/background-comewithme.jpg); width: 360px;]Sick of always denying[/style][STYLE=font-family: OCR A std; font-style: oblique; font-size: 10px; line-height: 9px; margin-top: -5; padding: 5px 0px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; color: #6B6B6B;]Blasphemy in your eyes, spare me your pathetic lies. Sympathy I despise, just give me your chaos cries. One night he came to me and spoke the words of heresy. One day I will prevail, in other words your last day.[/style] [STYLE=font-family: OCR A Std; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 5px; text-align: left; color: 000000;]tag: markcket words: 000 notes: let the fun commence! [/style] [STYLE=width: 410px; background-color: #241821; opacity: 0.9; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #C4C2C4; text-align: justify; padding: 8px; border-top: #000000 7px solid; margin-top: 0px;]▌ What blasphemy was this? What fresh hell was this? Ayaka could hear Markcket pursuing her, and his pleas meant nothing to her. Still, when they stopped, Ayaka slowed her pace until she stopped walking completely. She had been wrong, this was the fresh hell. Was this....sympathy? Or guilt? She growled, crossing her arms defiantly. There was no way she was going back there for him! She had a job to do for crying out loud! Oh...but wait.... That might actually be her ticket out of this mess.... After all, how many men would want to be on an arranged date with the personal assassin and pretty much body guard of Lord Dunstan of Frelia? Ayaka was certain this man was not a Frelian citizen, whether or not he was of Frelian origin. Therefore, it wasn't his business. Besides the whole intimidation factor, Yes...Yes this might actually work! Ayaka couldn't help a grin, this was a good plan if she did say so herself. She had to be cunning for her type of job of course, but plans of this exact nature were uncommon for her. She wondered if it might work. Watch this guy be the one lunatic who thinks this is exciting news. Well, aside from Kenshin of course. Ayaka turned on her heels, and doubled back. She got to place she thought he paused, but he was nowhere in sight. Sighing in frustration, she crossed her arms with a huff and scanned the crowd around her for any sign of him. Of course, she had no idea what he looked like, which was an impossible obstacle to overcome. If she wasn't Ayaka Satomi. Ayaka turned her attention to the dirt beneath her feet, because if she was right his shoes would have left a deeper imprint than the prints around it. She found a clear path, and decided to try it out. She started to follow it, but found herself distracted a moment later. Bored was more like it. After all, there was no point in her plan if she couldn't even find the man. She sighed, giving up on the mission for now. They'd eventually run into each other right? And so what if they didn't, she didn't care. She looked around at the different booths, the food catching her special attention. Her senses were assaulted by the scents of the festival foods, foods that were only made during special occasions. She couldn't help sliding the tip of her tongue across her upper lip hungrily, but restrained herself from doing anything further. After all, her money was limited. She didn't like using it on senseless things, only survival. When she even got paid in money, mostly her work for Lord Dunstan was in exchange for room and board. Sometimes he shoved money in her face, and she wasn't going to turn it down. It all went into savings, for when her and Kenshin finally left. Which she had a growing itch for now. But, for now, Ayaka remained loyal to Frelia and her king. She doubted leaving would even change that. Even if she left Frelia and her people behind, both her and Kenshin knew, deep down, that if Lord Dunstan ever called for her she would return as soon as she was able. As she wandered the festival almost blindly, forcing the scent and sight of food from her attention, she pondered this. Where will her and Kenshin go next? What will they do? What challenges will they meet? The whole thing excited her a great deal, she was born for that kind of life. The kind that involved only two constants and two constants only: that they had each other, and change. Anything different for too long and she grew restless and uncomfortable, and then it was only a matter of time. Kenshin often teased her that this place would be too difficult to leave in the end, and he was partially right. But as Ayaka's restlessness grew, so did her willingness and capability of leaving. They both knew now, it really was only a matter of time. But now, she had to survive this festival with what was left of her sanity. [/style]

[STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: OCR A std; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center;]TABLE BY KEIKEI FROM BTN & OTE[/style]