Rain....(open)

[ZILO UYEDA]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]Rain[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]Let's see what the rain reveals...[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;] Standing outside was a man that was tall and dressed as a butler. The rain was pouring down around him the air solid and with silent thuds when the water hit the ground around him. Walking through the town, renais was his first stop. He needed to find some place that was going to take on a butler. And this was the first place he had in mind. No where else would suit him for now. And this place was still close to where he once lived. So that was the disadvantage of this place. Seeing a small building that was a tavern. He decided that would be the best place for the night. Walking towards it. The lights on the inside flickered with the wind as the candles blew a little bit. Walking into the place it seemed to be barren and empty. Walking over to a corner he took a seat to himself ignoring everything happening around him. He didn’t need ton continue right now there was a nice drink waiting for him here. Walking over to the counter he had the waiter get him some water. He wasn’t use to being treated himself he had always done it the way his mom showed him. And he had always admired her for what she had dealt with when she was younger. Shaking his head from the thoughts he finished the water and starred at the glass at the bottom. He would order some whiskey but he didn’t need to be drunk when he was going to have a chance on getting a job. Standing up he headed back out into the rain. The soft drops of rain hitting the ground sounded like a river was going. Standing there he looked up. The sky was dark just like the night when he was born. Standing there in one place he looked out at the road. Sighing he began walking again this time with barely picking up his feet. He had to continue moving on till he meet someone. Maybe it would have been better to stay at the bar but he knew that wasn’t going to be a smart choice. Seeing a tree and the ground dry beside it he smiled to himself it seemed luck was finally giving him a break. Walking over to the tree he put his back square against it and slid down. Sitting there with a look of peace on his face he unstrapped his giant sword and sat it in front of him at an angle and used it as a head rest. Sitting there in peace he started to close his eyes. The rain around him was pounding like a smooth drum. Each drop was soothing to his ears. The reminded him of tears. Something he hadn’t let out in such a long time. He considered that the sky could cry for him. And when it did he felt at peace. It had been a while since it had last rained. When he was little he had always played out in the rain. Suddenly memories flooded as soon as the rain fell harder. He smiled to himself as the rain fell harder. In his mind the sky was crying for him…. WORDS!544 PERSON Anyone... NOTES!Resting in the rain... [/style]

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[ANAHERA ROIMATA]

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Screaming to the stars just to feel alive. Maybe one more chance and we'll get it right. I won't believe, that all these days and all these dreams were only meant to fade. In between the lines and underneath the sky, screaming at the stars just to feel alive, just to feel alive[/style] [STYLE=color: #6f6363; background: #cecaca; width: 380px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: arial]Great. Just fantastic. Anahera hated these bloody rainy days, it was terrible for business. That, and utterly boring. Oh, and let's not mention how it made her feel achy and put her in a bad mood. Well, worse than usual anyway. "So, now what, Ana?" Asked a small, quiet voice from behind her. Anahera was leaning over the wooden counter of her store, staring at the door, willing someone, anyone, to enter. She breathed a heavy sigh of annoyance, confused by the question. "What do you mean, Aroha?" She asked, her voice somehow managing to snap with irritation and sound bored all in the same note. "We're not getting any business today, not with this shitty weather." She spat, not irritated at Aroha but at the weather. And she knew her niece understood that. The young teen sighed, and Anahera could just see her rolling her eyes at her, just like her mother did. Anahera's sister. "I mean, what about that shipment that was coming in?" She corrected. "You have notified them of a back-up plan, haven't you?" Oh shit. No, no she had not. Those people were probably waiting in town for her right now, since there were no ports within the city limits. Without even saying anything, Anahera hurriedly grabbed a coat and ran out the door, just picturing Aroha's 'I knew it' face. Damn it! Just damn this stupid weather! She mentally spat, running through various other curses as well. Mud splashed her dark brown pants -- since she almost always refused to wear a dress -- and her sailor boots were fairing no better. She felt much more comfortable in what was typically considered to be 'men's clothes', however, now she wished she had worn a dress. It would have been utterly ruined in this torrential downpour. Anahera ran right through town, which was easy considering no one was in the streets hardly. No one wanted their horses to get sick, her included, and so everyone was seeking shelter. Either in the comforts of their own home, or elsewhere. She was relieved to see that the men who were supposed to hold the shipment of new store supplies were still waiting for her. Of course, they knew better than do to otherwise. They were in a bad mood as well, soaked even more than she was, but she neither noticed nor cared to ask. She was in a hurry, she had left Aroha alone in the store while the front door was unlocked. Anybody could just barge into her store, which was also her home, and rob the place while harming Aroha as they went. Anahera grabbed the heavy wooden crates, paying no heed to the men as they warned her about their weight. They were paid in advance for the shipment, as always, and so she did not concern herself with that. However, she could not run nearly as fast as she had done before. But, Anahera was an ex-soldier. She was strong. She knew that, under normal circumstances, the two crates would have been no problem at all. However, in her rush to get home, and probably improper shoes, she ended up slipping on the thick mud of the streets. And right then, the rain started falling harder. Now drenched and covered in mud, Anahera let out a small cry of frustration at the pelting rain before stumbling to her feet. Her clothes were definitely uncomfortable now, and her mood absolutely furious. "Damn it!" She shouted, having the whip her head to side to clear some strands of her long, cherry blossom pink hair from her mouth, now splattered with mud. What a fashion statement. "Ugh! I hate this damn rain! Damn it all!" She continued, kicking one of the crates with just enough restraint not to break it, letting out a low growl. She showed no sign of pain, though her big toe was now throbbing on top of everything else. This was why she hated rainy days. Anahera let out another sound of frustration before bending over the crate she had just kicked, which now seemed to somehow be even heavier. A smart person would have realized that it was the mud creating suction on the object, but not Anahera. Oh no, all she knew was that she getting even more and more frustrated by the second. If not for the importance of these items, she would have left them behind. Personally, she valued Aroha's safety much more than the stock of her store. However, Anahera understood that without these, the following weeks would be a struggle, and she didn't want that for Aroha. And so, Anahera continued to struggle with the crates, blind with frustration, and spitting muddy hair from her mouth and face. [/style] [STYLE=color: #6f6363; border-left: 5px solid #cecaca; width: 380px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 5px; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; line-height: 1]WORDS: 793 TAGS: zilo! NOTES: i'm so mean to her X3 CREDITS: made by gimmick/echo of BTN[/style]

[ZILO UYEDA]

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Looking up and seeing another person running through the street. Shaking his head he put it back down on his blade ignoring what the girl was doing. And then he heard the footsteps coming back. Looking up once more he saw her fall down and drop everything that she had in the mud. Blinking slightly he sighed, what was she thinking. Watching her for a moment. He noticed she kicked the crate and it made a small noise like it as about to crack, standing up he watched her for a few more minutes. Smiling slightly at the sight and just shook his head, he couldn’t believe this. The girl was getting mad at the mud and crate over and over again. Walking over he stopped beside her without a noise and removed his jacket putting it over her and blocking the rain from hitting her. He bent over and picked up one of the crates for her. Seeing the weight from when he picked up the crates he was surprised she was even lifting them. But he didn’t say anything to her about what he thought about this weight. Walking over he sat the box down on the other one. Squatting down and putting his hands on the box. He started fighting with the mud to pick up the crate. Finally after a minute of fighting with the mud he picked up the crates straight up to his chest with a small grunt. Turning around towards the girl he just stood there for a moment looking her over. And then just gently smiled towards her with what seemed to be an apologetic smile. Looking at the crates he figured they where a store order. Thinking for a minute the only store he knew about selling anything this time a year was an old shop. Thinking for a minute he began walking down the road and looked back at the girl. Thinking for a moment on what he should say, or better yet if he had made the right decision on helping her at the moment. Finally going through appropriate words in his head, “Mind showing me where you are taking these?” was the only thing he said. He didn’t remark on how she was. He didn’t even say anything about offering help. He was just going too. Looking up at the sky it lightened up the rain slightly. Turning around he spoke once more too the girl. “I’m sorry…I was rude there. I should ask are you ok…But it wouldn’t do any good with you being mad. And from that comment I mean that you are upset.” He said starring at her going quiet again. He began to walk down the street. Not knowing where he was going and didn’t think about what he would say next. He figured since he had her crates she would lead the way. And if she was paying attention she would notice the large iron sword on his back. Standing for a moment looking back and forth between the streets, there was three possible ways to go. It had been a long time since he had been in renais. And he didn’t know which way to go. So he stood there waiting for the girl. He stopped for a moment and walked over to the side of a building and sat it down on the wood. He walked back over to the girl and took something out of his shirt pocket it was a wet rag and gently brushed the mud off of her face, cleaning off the mud from her face. He took the rag away and gently shook it taking the mud off of the rag. Taking the rag and putting it back into his pocket he stood up and walked back over to the crates and picked them up waiting for the girl he smiled. “Alright now we are ready to go?” He said thinking for a moment. He had just done something without asking but he didn’t put much thought into it. Turning his attention on keeping the crates off the ground and standing there for a moment he looked at the shipping paper on one of them and realized what he had done. Sighing for a brief minute he began walking towards the girls store. He hadn’t realized it before but he had just done a crime. He had looked at a shipping paper that was for employees only. Thinking to himself that she could have him arrested like he was just last week for accidentally looking at a shipping manual for some products. He didn’t know what it was till he looked at it. Approaching the front of the girls shop he sat the crates down outside. Taking his glove off he began to wipe the Mud off the crates onto the road. And then turning his attention to the store he noticed it was fairly clean. Right there and then he noticed something. There was a small girl inside of the store. Dismissing what he saw he finished cleaning the crates. Standing up he turned and started to walk off leaving his jacket with the girl. He knew he could just get another one from the small shack he had up the hill. It held all of his clothes and stuff. He decided that he might just stop by later to pick it up and then clean it. Turning back around he waved at the woman and spoke. “Sorry for being so rude. But I will tell you one thing. It was funny seeing you act like that.” He said standing there for a moment and then thought about something. The directions to the shack were in that coats pocket. Walking back towards her he at least needed the paper. WORDS!976PERSON Anahera Romata! NOTES!Helping her... [/style]

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[ANAHERA ROIMATA]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 7px; margin-top: 20px; background: #c5c1c1; width: 436px; -moz-border-top-left-radius: 150px; border-top-left-radius: 150px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 150px; border: 3px solid #b29393, bTable][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 2; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #b29393; background: url(http://i912.photobucket.com/albums/ac323/kaya_16/Other/luka8-1.png); float: top; margin-top: -15px; margin-left: 10px] [/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 2; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; background: #b29393; float: top; margin-top: -103px; margin-left: 13px; opacity: .4] [/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 2; width: 74px; height: 74px; border-radius: 105px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #b29393; background: url(http://i912.photobucket.com/albums/ac323/kaya_16/Other/luka8-1.png); float: top; margin-top: -100px; margin-left: 115px] [/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 2; width: 74px; height: 74px; border-radius: 105px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; background: #b29393; float: top; margin-top: -77px; margin-left: 118px; opacity: .4] [/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 1; color: #b29393; float: right; text-align: right; font-family: georgia; font-size: 26pt; font-variant: small-caps; width: 238px; margin-top: -80px; line-height: .9; border-bottom: 10px solid #b29393; padding-right: 10px]anahera[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: Tw Cen MT; font-size: 7pt; color: #6f6363; width: 215px; float: right; margin-top: -50px; line-height: .7]In between the lines and the boulevards, underneath the sky chasing who we are,wanting more before it slips away. Screaming to the stars just to feel alive. Maybe one more chance and we'll get it right. I won't believe, that all these days and all these dreams were only meant to fade. In between the lines and underneath the sky, screaming at the stars just to feel alive, just to feel alive[/style] [STYLE=color: #6f6363; background: #cecaca; width: 380px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: arial]Anahera was busy, far too busy to notice someone staring at her. What was she busy doing you might ask? Why, she was busy getting pissed off and repeatedly kicking the wooden crate of course! Never hard enough to really break it, however it was making sounds of complaint. She knew that one more good kick would finish it off, and at this point she would happily oblige. She moved to swipe some mud that was splattered her cheek with the back of her hand only to spread even more there, since her hands were muddy from her struggles. But she hardly noticed to do more than hiss before bending over her task once more. That was when she felt it. She froze instantly, feeling something draped over her. She could hear the rain hitting it fiercely, but no longer felt it pelting her skin painfully. Not that she noticed the pain anyway mind you, but she did notice when it was gone. She watched as hands appeared in front of her that were not her own, and lifted the crate before her with ease. Psch! She mentally scorned. I loosened it for him! With that thought, she straightened her back and crossed her arms across her torso, right beneath her bust. She watched him with a scowl on her face as he stacked the crate on the other and then lifted them together, only narrowing her eyes more when he smiled at her. Though it wasn't a cocky smile, she didn't like this stranger helping her not one bit. Although, and she would never admit this, deep down she was grateful for the assist. She was too flustered however, too exhausted from this day already, to really protest the help. So she just stood there for a moment. "I didn't ask for your help, ya know." She grumbled, a hiss and a growl to her tone though the lack of fight was detectable. One of those, 'I didn't ask for it but I'll take it' type of things. Anahera knew she was defeated here, she just wouldn't outwardly say it. This was as close to a thank you as this man would get from her. “Mind showing me where you are taking these?” What a stupid question. It was so stupid, she couldn't help a small hiss before her attention was diverted. Lucky him, since her response was going to be something along the lines of 'no way in hell' promptly followed by her wrestling the crates from him. Even though she'd probably stumbled somewhere along the route home, she didn't care. But, their gazes both went to the sky at the same time when the rain lightened up, relief washing over her face when the tiniest ray of sunshine broke through the dismal clouds. Looks like this damned rain won't last the night. Good. She couldn't sleep when it was raining. She was always too annoyed by it. “I’m sorry…” Eh? Her gaze turned back to the man, instantly morphing back to its usual scowl, though this time it was less intense. With the rain not coming down as hard, and a sign that would end before the night was over, her mood had somewhat lightened. At least, to the point where her hostility towards this man had dulled somewhat, but she still neither liked nor trusted him. Namely because he was a foreigner, or at least not a local. She knew all the locals in Stanimir. "Tch. It's unnecessary to ask anyways." She retorted, her tone still holding that hostile note to it. It probably always would. But then she noticed he had started walking. She jogged to catch up, his strides much longer than her's due to his exceptional height advantage over her. She didn't breach six feet, hardly came close, so he was quite tall compared to her to say the least. Still, she caught up to him without much trouble, and even pulled ahead of him. Completely unphased by the three road split before them. She didn't even wait for him to ask which direction, she just took the lead. And even so, he eventually pulled ahead of her. They walked in silence, Anahera lost in thought, for once she uttered no words of complaint. Just stared at the mud. But suddenly, the sensation of something wet on her face made her freeze in her tracks, just like that. Instinctively, the eye on the side of her dirty cheek closed as the mud was gently cleaned from her face. She was so taken off guard, that Anahera was actually and legitimately stunned into silence. Did...did he just do that? She couldn't understand it. Why would someone be so nice to her? She wasn't accustomed to people being so gosh darn gentle with her, since most people knew her well enough not to be thrown off by her delicate and feminine appearance. As she was anything but. But not this stranger. And that baffled her. She stood there blinking in shock until he moved to shake the mud off of the rag he so conveniently had on him, and it was that sound that finally brought a reaction out of her. She turned her face to the side, hoping that her hair fell over her shoulder enough to hide the blush she knew was lingering on her face. The last thing she wanted was for him to see it and/or comment on it. "Hmph." She grunted with the turn of her head. "You didn't have to do that ya know." It was, again, the closest thing to a thank you this man was going to get from her. But alas, she thankfully didn't have to dwell on it too long, as they started moving once more. Once they reached her store, which was also luckily her home, she opened the door and went inside first, kicking her foot out behind her so that the door would stay open long enough for the man to get inside. She turned to see him setting the crates down and cleaning them with his own glove and rolled her eyes at him. "Damn it! Will you just leave that alone and get your ass inside before you get sick or somethin'?" She snapped, not exactly the gentlest way of showing concern, but hey. She had her way, and everyone else had their's. The sound of people brought Aroha behind the counter, and Anahera could just feel the girl narrowing her eyes at her. "Ana!" Anahera responded with a loud groan. It was a scene much like that of a mother getting ready to scold her child. Shit! She mentally cursed, turning a glare of defiance and challenge towards her niece. I was hoping to sneak by and clean up! Shit! Of course, she knew Aroha wasn't finished, and the young girl continued. "What happened to you? You're covered in mud!" Aroha's voice had risen, and by then the man had entered with the crates, followed by Anahera slamming the door behind him so as to keep the rain out. They both drenched, no need to rot the wood even further. "No shit!" Anahera spat defensively. Sure, her manner in dealing with the child may be harsh and seem cruel, but it was, again, her way. Aroha had been around her long enough to understand that, and their relationship was stronger for it. Aroha and Anahera just glared at each other, when movement caught her attention. She turned her gaze to the man, who was once again speaking to her and apologizing. Geez! She inwardly protested with frustration. Why can't you all just leave me the fuck alone?! But, she knew that would never happen. However, his comment did nothing to help her rising temper. She couldn't help a growl at his comment at her being 'amusing' for him to watch, anyone would be angered by that! And her even more so. Well, maybe those who had a sense of humor wouldn't have been...but that was definitely not Anahera. "Listen here, jack-" "Thank you for your help." The older woman turned to Aroha with a snarl in her eyes and a scowl on her face. But Aroha stared at her aunt sternly before turning back to the man. "We owe you a great deal. May I ask who you are? I don't recognize your face." Because Aroha was just fourteen and a tad shorter than the average height, she could get away with that. Anahera just didn't give a damn really. She turned her gaze away from both of them and crossed her arms across her chest with an audible 'hmph'. Upstaged by Aroha and her manners, though part of her was glad the girl had done that. After everything this man had done to help her, even Anahera recognized it would have been rude to curse him out as she had just been about to do. Still, that didn't mean she couldn't pout about it, right? Right. And so, pout with that scowl of her's, now with a hint of reluctant submission and defeat, she did. [/style] [STYLE=color: #6f6363; border-left: 5px solid #cecaca; width: 380px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 5px; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; line-height: 1]WORDS: 1517 TAGS: zilo! NOTES: i apologize for the rambling! >< *headdesk* CREDITS: made by gimmick/echo of BTN[/style]

[ZILO UYEDA]

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He noticed that she was stunned when he wiped the dirt from her face. For a moment there he thought he saw her turning a shade of red but the hair then hid her face. Seeing her stand there and suddenly a sound came from her like a growl of a short. And a huff of air, then she spoke simple words that made him tilt, his head slightly. Not knowing what she had meant at first and then he understood. Harboring a small smile he dismissed it and looked back down at the boxes. Suddenly they where inside the store, she had told him not to bother wiping them off, that it was unnecessary After the door closed behind him with a solid thud he stood frozen in place besides setting the boxes down. Suddenly he remembered something. Reaching over he took the heavy coat off the back of the girl which was now wet. Placing it on the boxes as if it was going to soak the water from the wood even though it was as wet as it could get, and then suddenly a sound came from behind the counter. A sudden movement made his eye fix on the place where suddenly a little girls head had appeared. Blinking a little bit an unmoving he heard them speak. Stating the obvious example of the girl he had forgotten to ask her name. Though he had a feeling she wouldn’t tell him anyway. And then the little girl spoke aloud her name. Sitting there he processed it for a little bit. Ana… Sitting there for a little bit he knew that must be a nickname…Or so he thought. In his head he began processing different names he could think off on the last phrase. A small sound came out while he mouthed a couple of the names and then suddenly hearing himself he stopped. Starring at the two who seemed to be snapping back and forth at each other made him chuckle softly towards himself and then the girl responded to his comment earlier. Suddenly she seemed to get darker. The room filled with something that was anger, hate, and did he dare say enjoyment? But then it was cleared when the girl stepped in glaring at what he assumed her sister. Asking for his name… Standing there for a moment he looked away. Debating if he should tell his full name, If he did then most would know him for his father being the high knight of the kings court. Clearing his throat he spoke in a voice that was soft and delightful. One that was smooth like his mothers, deep almost like his fathers accent, (Irish) “My name…Well…It is Zilo Uyeda…” He said smiling slightly. His father was known around Renais as the famous knight. But the news had spread that he was killed. And so was his wife. And that his son had disappeared one night after his mother’s funeral. Picking up the coat on the crates he began to drape it back on over his back. And then he pulled it in tightly and stuck his hand back into the glove that was a little stained from the crates. Looking at both of them he nodded. “I will take my leave now…I have…” Thinking for a moment he didn’t have anything really. And that pause would either create suspicion or they would catch on…”I have…to go now… And…Try to take care…I guess.” He said thinking that for a moment he wasn’t really good at lying. And he could actually speak better than this if they had gotten to know him and he knew them. Turning around he started heading towards the door. Opening the door the rain had picked back up. Slowly looking up at the skys he began to laugh and walked out the door. Getting a few paces down the road he turned back down the one he thought he had come from. His sense of direction was pretty…horrible. Finally after what seemed to be a trial of direction he found the tree. Blinking a little bit for some reason everything felt lighter…And then it struck him… He had left his blade at the shop. When he went to put the coat on he had removed the giant blade from his back and sat it down…But where in there…Then he thought about where he sat the crates….And where he was standing…But no matter what he couldn’t remember the right location. Sighing to himself and looking back at the tree…”I need my blade…” He turned and began to walk a brisk and quick walk. Faster than he had done when finding the tree, retracing his steps once again, he needed to find the store… Suddenly he found himself walking in circles… His first clue was the house that had the dream-catcher on it. And then when he decided to put a stick in the mud standing straight up…When he came back there it was still standing straight up…Just like he had left it… After about thirty or so minutes in the rain…He was starting to get irritated. It had taken him nearly an hour to just travel between the two places and back…And there he was lost as can be. But then suddenly if it was a luck or stroke the storm lightened up a bit. Smiling he started to say something till he got hit. Walking forward a little bit stunned he reached up and grabbed his head. Turning around he saw no one there. And then something hit the ground hard beside him. Twisting in time to see a nice golf ball sized hail hit the ground. Blinking softly he nearly cried out some words he wanted to say but then a small gloomy look came over his face. “Why…me!?” Moving faster than he had before he spotted a small sign, and then looking at the house on the porch was some mud exactly where he had wiped it off before. It really was a stroke of luck. Walking inside he looked around seeing no one. He gently opened the door and closed it without so much as a sound. And looking over he saw his blade still resting in the corner. Thanking himself and the gods he believed in. Most people believed in the ancients, but growing in the wood he began to see old style glyphs showing gods of nature. Praying to the goddesses of wind and water he had to thank them. Without the wind lightening up and the water that hail would of hurt more. Thinking for a moment he turned around looking around at the stock they had. Something here might be handy…Only if he had the money. Turning around he started to head back out the door once more… WORDS! 1,144PERSON Anahera Romata! NOTES!Confused... [/style]

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[ANAHERA ROIMATA]

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Screaming to the stars just to feel alive. Maybe one more chance and we'll get it right. I won't believe, that all these days and all these dreams were only meant to fade. In between the lines and underneath the sky, screaming at the stars just to feel alive, just to feel alive[/style] [STYLE=color: #6f6363; background: #cecaca; width: 380px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: arial]“My name…Well…It is Zilo Uyeda…” Uyeda? Now why does that sound familiar.... Anahera was never really good at remembering names of people with 'celebrity' status, or at least not when they no longer applied to her. It did ring a bell though, and so she assumed that Uyeda was the name of a knight she had known or heard of. Or something. And then, just like that, it clicked. She turned to the man, Zilo, abruptly with the epiphany, though it hardly lit her eyes and that ever-constant scowl still lingered on her countenance. It would be no surprise to anyone if her face was permanently frozen that way. "Uyeda? As in that knight Uyeda?" She guessed, her tone a lot less hostile than her face and actually held some notes of curiosity. Like a normal person. "Ana! Don't be rude!" The woman rolled her eyes with another groan, drowning out the sound of Aroha's continued hiss. "What the hell did I do now, damn it?!" She shouted with defiance, her eyes back on Aroha. Her niece rolled her eyes and shook her head in shame, turning an apologetic glance Zilo's way. "I apologize sir. I'm afraid she doesn't keep up with the news around here very well." She said, making Anahera mutter and cross her arms across her chest again, turning her eyes away from both of them once more. She didn't know what she had done just now, but she figured that, if it was of any importance, Aroha would explain it all to her later, when Zilo was gone. Which was fine by her, since maybe it might make him leave faster. She was so busy mentally sputtering and cursing, that she had completely forgotten to introduce herself. And it seemed that Aroha, who usually was on top of things, had as well. And just like that, Zilo announced he was leaving. Eh? Already? Could her luck really be so kind? She snorted at his comment about keeping safe, cutting of the expression of gratitude Aroha had started to say. It was time for the older woman to assert her authority. "Don't waste your time worrying about us." She said, nearly hissing though it was a tad more civil. An Anahera equivalent to 'thanks, you too'. She ignored how Aroha was shaking her head at her, no doubt considering drilling her aunt through 'Proper Social Skills 101', and kept her gaze focused on Zilo's back. She didn't turn away until the door had closed, and the man was gone. Breathing a sigh of relief, she turned to head up stairs and change and wash up. "I got the hot water ready for you, but be sure to leave some for me!" Aroha called up after her. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." She said, waving her hand lazily and dismissively at her niece. Translation: 'I will, thanks'. The hot water felt soothing on Anahera's damp and chilled skin. She let out a sigh of relief at the sensation, her scowl actually dropping away to make room for a small, contented smile. But she opened her eyes to stare at the ceiling as her mind wandered back to the moment Zilo wiped her cheek clean of mud. Why had he done that? What had been the purpose of doing that. The more she dwelled on it, the more her old scowl returned. And then, with a sudden motion, she started to vigorously scrub her face. As if she could wash away the memory of the strange man named Zilo Uyeda. Damn it, hope I can get some sleep tonight.... She didn't sleep well with distractions, and quickly made a trip downstairs to let Aroha know there was hot water left for her before slipping back upstairs. She went to her bed and stared at it before staring at the window in the room with two beds, glaring at it with loathing. The rain had lightened again for just a moment, but now hail was falling steadily. And rather big hail. Aroha came upstairs and gave a brief explanation of the name Uyeda, and Anahera pushed down her guilt. Still, she silently continued to glare at the window, and as she glared, Aroha slipped into the other bed. The upstairs floor consisted of three rooms really: the main room which doubled as a kitchen and dining room, one bedroom, and the 'stuff room'. Where they bathed, Aroha had her mirror, and Anahera had a desk to do work. Modest livings, but she was satisfied. And so was Aroha, and that was what really mattered. For a while, she just stood there silently, the sound of hail pelting the house and the world outside while Aroha's silent breathing filled the room. But then, Anahera somehow managed to detect another noise coming from downstairs.... She let out a soft growl, cautiously tip-toeing over to where she kept her blades and grabbed one -- the one she picked up was standard as opposed to grabbing her most trusted blade -- before heading downstairs. She carefully and skillfully avoided any stair that would creak, all her training as a soldier returning to her in this moment. But once she was downstairs, she thought the figure looked familiar, and as she watched she realized that it was. Quietly, she reached for the matches and struck it, lighting the lantern that hung at the bottom of the stairs. "Well, well, well, what have we here?" She said, her voice somewhat at the level of the growl of a protective wolf guarding her only living pup. She had been right, it was Zilo. He was walking out with a rather large blade, and she recalled seeing it on his back so she thought nothing of it. He looked even worse than he had when he left, while Anahera was clean. She was even wearing a dress: solid white, ankle-length, and shapely with short sleeves. It wasn't exactly proper for cold weather, and cold rain that turned to hail definitely counted, but it was the only nightgown she had. And so, she made do. Anahera opened her mouth to ask the man why he had returned, just to clarify her suspicions, when she was interrupted. "Zilo?" It was Aroha's voice, groggy but still somewhat alert. She was rubbing her eyes as she walked down the stairs with heavy footsteps, how had Anahera not heard her? "Don't you have a place to stay?" The girl's aunt couldn't bite back a low groan and roll of her eyes. She knew where this was going. Aroha studied the man moment before continuing, cutting off any response he was going to make. "You're dressed like a butler, yet you carry a sword." She stated bluntly, and Anahera turned away. She knew it, Aroha was going to take on yet another 'project'. If only she knew what was going through her niece's cunning head.... "Are you in need of employment? We're not exactly the kind of home that would use a butler per say...but we could use some help around the store." Anahera's jaw dropped. It literally dropped. She stared at her niece, flabbergasted. Who built this house again? Oh right, she did. Who owned the damned store? Oh, that's right. I do! Damn it all! She can't do this! But despite her own thoughts, she didn't interfere. The truth of the matter was, they did need some help. And, if it made Aroha happy, there was little chance that Anahera was going to raise her oice against it. It was a bloody miracle that the young teenager wasn't spoiled rotten by now, and nothing short. "We don't have a lot of money to pay you, but you could work for room and board and a little extra." The girl offered, and Anahera had to admit that she drove a good bargain. She would have been proud if the girl wasn't offering their home to a total stranger! And there ain't no way in hell he's gettin' my bed! She crossed her arms and just stared at Zilo, hard. Raising no protest nor any other sign that she was against this arrangement at all. "What do you think? Does that sound good? At the very least it'll get you out of the elements for tonight. And you can stay for as long as you work for us of course." Anahera waited for Zilo's response shrugging her shoulders as a sign that she didn't really care. She didn't know where he would sleep that night, but she didn't really particularly care either. She just wanted to get the sleeping arrangements over with. [/style] [STYLE=color: #6f6363; border-left: 5px solid #cecaca; width: 380px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 5px; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; line-height: 1]WORDS: 1436 TAGS: zilo! NOTES: LOLZ! poor zilo! XD CREDITS: made by gimmick/echo of BTN[/style]

[ZILO UYEDA]

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Ana…The name he still couldn’t finish he thought for a moment about the shipping address. It didn’t have a name on it at all. Sighing to himself he suddenly caught her speaking to him. Almost in a accusing tone. About how he was in the shop so late, and there came a small childs voice, one that had obviously been asleep. Blinking softly he heard her ask what he was doing and smiling. “I just came back for my-“and then she interrupted him before he could finish. She was already asking another question. Waiting for her to finish he smiled towards her and began to speak. “I came back for my sword.” He said with no pause. His words flowed soft and gently like earlier today. And that was the first time he had spoken to them without pausing. He looked back at the small girl and his smile faded when she asked if he had a place to stay. And obviously she knew that he didn’t, or at least through her façade she didn’t show that. Standing there dumbfounded a little bit it felt as if he was being read like an open book by the little one. Standing for a moment he began processing thoughts through his head…Which was shortly disrupted when a loud crack and booming sound came from above. Blinking a little bit he shook his head at the noise. “Hail…Wind….Water…And now lightning? What more could someone ask for?” He said thinking to himself. Then again he was interrupted when the girl stated something about him. That he hadn’t processed before… She had literally stood there and described how he looked. He was dressed like a butler but carried a sword. Going back to her statement Zilo took a breath and spoke. “Aiy, I dress as a butler and carry a sword, Because I am trained by my mother to be one, as she was a maid. And I was trained in the sword to eventually surpass my father, But he was a knight and knew I couldn’t handle a lance like I could a sword.” He said smiling slightly and it faded when he remembered his mother and father. He looked away hiding the pain within his eyes. If they had seen them when he turned his head they could sense his pain. There was an eerie presence around him at the moment. And that was something that isn’t normal for someone like him. And on top of it all…He hadn’t spoke for a while even with the girl asking questions. He was remembering all of his past. Flashbacks of a sort coming into his head, sighing he looked back at the girl when she asked something that shocked him. And apparently ana as well, she basically just invited a total stranger to the house. Looking at the Anahera, he thought for a moment and turned his head slightly seeing her scowl slightly and seeing it imposed on her. “I will help around, but you don’t need to house, neither board. As for money I need none at the moment I am fine on that part.” He said smiling. Truth was he didn’t have a whole lot of money he thought for a moment and spoke. “And if I did have to stay here I wouldn’t impose. I would stay down here.” He said pointing to the floor they now stood at. Well them on the stairs and him standing there. Taking his blade and cover he held it above his head and smiled. “I’ll be here first thing in the morning to start my service…And about that…I am a butler, yet I am a merc.” He said smiling walking out of there. Speaking in a riddle, but with how bright the young girl had shown herself to be, she might just figure the meaning out. She might figure out that he didn’t care for a place to stay, but at the same time he loved to work at one place, that he longed to find someplace to stay and fight for. Hence the meaning of the butler part…But then the mercenary part stood for earning enough to live on, meaning taking on some missions, but at the same time still searching. And by that it showed that he wasn’t one that was going to be lost to often. He had goals set for himself and that was something he had hoped he would be able to achieve. And possibly be able to do more than what he had been doing. Turning around he smiled at ana. Considering she seemed to be the store owner, “I’ll be washed and clean tomorrow, and then I can start work for you…uh…” Thinking for a moment his butler ways almost made him say master…But for some reason something didn’t sit well if he called her that. Not that he minded but something about her screamed that. “Boss.” He said thinking to himself slightly. It had seemed appropriate at the time to fit a name with her like that. He knew that she wasn’t one to enjoy being a master, and there was the other time she scowled at him and really just insulted him. He let it go by. Turning back he looked at a glass display case. Noticing the dust on it his eye twitched a little. Pulling out a different cloth than he had used on the girls face earlier. This one was stained a scarlet red. He finished wiping the glass with the rag. It used to be white once…He had it with him all the time. He cleaned with it all the time, and washed the rag as well as he could. But that red scarlet stained rag was dyed with his own mothers blood. Standing up he started walking out and waved at them. “first thing tomorrow morning.” He said closing the door behind him and started walking towards the forest. Finally getting outside of the city and into the trees he wasn’t completely wet. Finding where he had left his bag he went through the items. Pulling out a wash bucket and some soap. Standing there he began to move the bucket and dipped it into the stream. It was a little cold for the water. He started removing his clothes all down to the small shorts he wore before his briefs. He began scrubbing the outfit that had mud all over it. It was a slow and painful process. Normally taking an hour or so for each item piece he had. But for some reason with it already being wet he could clean the outfit much more efficiently. Finally finishing after three hours of work, looking towards the sky he could tell it was about in equivalent to time around 01:00 hours. Or in this case… Late, but also early, looking at the stream he poured out the bucket near a tree and began to fill it with water. Slowly at first he dipped his hands in it cleaning off any germs he had. Using the soap he began washing them and then his arms. This process took at least ten minutes. Then he began slowly cleaning his body and getting rid of all the dirt from his body. Now sitting he looked into the sky. He had about four and a half hours of sleep till sunrise. Meaning around six or crescent, laying down propping his head up on his blade and using a small blanket made of sheep skin he curled up. Sleeping soundly, before he knew it the light had began shining into his eyes. Opening them it felt as if he had just fallen asleep. But he knew better than that by a long run. Standing up he saw that his clothes where dry and looked brand new. Smiling to himself he began putting them on. The night without them made him a little bit colder but when he put them on it felt warm. Slowly slipping his gloves on and putting on the tie. He looked down and saw that he was finely dressed again. Filled with relief he began packing his things into the bag. Sticking them into the hole of the tree he picked up his blade. Heading towards the store he noticed that there were no lights lit. Opening the door with a slow pace. He closed it shut with a soft wind like noise. Turning around he began rearranging things and cleaning them. He put items that where food in one part next to each other with each name brand sticking out. And even opening the crates and removing the contents inside. When he peered into it though…One crate he guessed was personal brought…Because inside was all sorts of woman and child clothing. Quickly sealing it back up he stood up shaking his head and moving the crate behind the counter. The other crate held store supplies. Slowly stocking up the items he noticed. They ranged from simple foods-to weapon repairs. It surely surprised him how they had known, what proper goods to use and that where pretty well for their jobs. He didn’t see anything that was over priced and wouldn’t work a flip. A sudden thought came into his head. These people where honest ones…Maybe he could stay here for a while… WORDS! 1,565 PERSON Anahera Romata! NOTES!Confused... [/style]

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[ANAHERA ROIMATA]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 7px; margin-top: 20px; background: #c5c1c1; width: 436px; -moz-border-top-left-radius: 150px; border-top-left-radius: 150px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 150px; border: 3px solid #b29393, bTable][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 2; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #b29393; background: url(http://i912.photobucket.com/albums/ac323/kaya_16/Other/luka8-1.png); float: top; margin-top: -15px; margin-left: 10px] [/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 2; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; background: #b29393; float: top; margin-top: -103px; margin-left: 13px; opacity: .4] [/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 2; width: 74px; height: 74px; border-radius: 105px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #b29393; background: url(http://i912.photobucket.com/albums/ac323/kaya_16/Other/luka8-1.png); float: top; margin-top: -100px; margin-left: 115px] [/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 2; width: 74px; height: 74px; border-radius: 105px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; background: #b29393; float: top; margin-top: -77px; margin-left: 118px; opacity: .4] [/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 1; color: #b29393; float: right; text-align: right; font-family: georgia; font-size: 26pt; font-variant: small-caps; width: 238px; margin-top: -80px; line-height: .9; border-bottom: 10px solid #b29393; padding-right: 10px]anahera[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: Tw Cen MT; font-size: 7pt; color: #6f6363; width: 215px; float: right; margin-top: -50px; line-height: .7]In between the lines and the boulevards, underneath the sky chasing who we are,wanting more before it slips away. Screaming to the stars just to feel alive. Maybe one more chance and we'll get it right. I won't believe, that all these days and all these dreams were only meant to fade. In between the lines and underneath the sky, screaming at the stars just to feel alive, just to feel alive[/style] [STYLE=color: #6f6363; background: #cecaca; width: 380px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: arial]Yes, Aroha was a genius child. She was observant, and she was smart, and she was cunning. Three things that, combined together, made a dangerous child. Even though, in reality, she wasn't technically a child. But still. She was dangerous. Still, even Anahera hadn't expected Zilo to react in the way that he did. The woman wasn't normally the...'observant' type, and yet even she noticed the odd air that surrounded Zilo all of the sudden. It was...melancholy. Sorrowful, but in an almost haunted way. Like an old battlefield in early dawn, when the morning dew made the grass glisten and the early morning mist still clung to the ground, thick and heavy. She didn't know quite how to react, so she reacted in the best way she knew how to: she narrowed her eyes at him. Whether he was looking or not, she didn't really care too much. Anahera's eyes stared at him cautiously now, actually taking the time to take him in entirely now, her gaze flitting across what she could see of his face and body. And no, she was not checking him out. She was more like scanning him, for anything that she might perceive as a threat. Anahera's level of observation were basic and primal, she saw the things that people generally missed by most people, Aroha could look at obvious and piece things together. Anahera's observations could only lead her to a general behavioral conclusion, and so she kept her eyes on Zilo. Forcing herself to swallow her anger at his unresponsiveness to Aroha's questions. Ugh, this whole thing was stupid. He wasn't going to- Holy...shit.... She honestly hadn't been expecting Zilo to agree to this arrangement, and very nearly turned on her niece until Zilo spoke out his conditions. Her eyes couldn't help but widen quite a bit as she stared at him, utterly shocked. She couldn't believe her ears, and it only made her even more suspicious of Zilo. What were his goals? What was he after? No man did work of any kind without some form of pay-off, but Zilo had offered to work for neither pay nor simple room-and-board! It gave Anahera a headache to try and figure this guy out, which only made her give out a low growl of frustration. She was cranky, and sleep deprived. She just wanted to go to bed, she didn't give a damn whether or not she saw this man again. Working or not. She raised a brow at his little riddle like thing, or at least that's what she guessed it was. Since it was a bit obvious to just take the term 'merc' and make it 'mercenary'. Even Anahera could do that much. She glanced at Aroha and saw her grinning a small, knowing grin. She turned her gaze away with a very angry, pouty expression. Why couldn't she ever understand these things? She raised a brow at Zilo's new name for her. "Boss?" She repeated, a grin slowly forming on her face. It was about time someone recognized the authority around here! Aroha rolled her eyes, Anahera didn't have to look over to know that she would. "Please, don't add to her ego, Zilo." Came Aroha's voice. Anahera turned on her heels to face her niece with anger. "How dare you! I'm older than you! And this is my house! You live here because of me!" This was cranky Anahera getting just plain angry and grumpy. She really missed her bed right about now. She would have missed Zilo leave if Aroha hadn't turned her disappointed gaze away from Anahera and towards the door, the child waving excitedly. Anahera turned, but she only crossed her arms with a grunt in her own form of well-wishing. It wasn't exactly always well understood, but at least now that whole ordeal was over. "C'mon, Aroha." She said drowsily, not taking any form of protest as a response. Anahera herded Aroha back to the second floor and shooed her away to her own bed. However, despite her exhaustion, Anahera stared at her ceiling for a few moments before she was actually able to fall asleep, which even managed to frustrate her in her dreams. Ha. That had to be kind of new talent. The next morning was, needless to say, absolute hell. Of course, Aroha was already gone, she left early in the morning so as to not be late for school. Early meaning like, dawn. She never got a proper send off from Anahera, or at all really. She groaned, rolling over in her bed for a little while, trying to convince herself that she could fall asleep and just forget everything. But, unfortunately, she couldn't justify leaving the shop unattended, and so she forced her feet to touch the wooden floor, her hair disheveled and her eyes groggy and yet somehow still maintaining an angry gleam. She trudged into the bathroom and cleaned up, deciding to just let her hair dry and stay the way it was. She didn't feel quite like combing it. She was getting dressed in her usual attire of pants and a button-up short-sleeved shirt when she heard something.... Noise. From downstairs. Again. For a minute, she froze. Was Aroha home already? This was a school day right? She wasn't that batshit crazy was she? And then, she remembered. Just as she went reaching for a blade, the feeling of deja vu stayed her hand momentarily. She had done this exact thing not too long ago, only she had been in her pajamas.... Oh. Right. She remembered now. Zilo. Jesus...this man was making a habit out of making her feel threatened. She sighed with annoyance and decided to head downstairs, her steps lazy and heavy, unlike they normally were. She was barefoot, making them somewhat quieter, but that would change once she got her boots on. The only thing was, they were downstairs. If it wasn't for that fact, she probably would have just abandoned Zilo to taking care of the shop. Alone. 'Cause she was feeling bitchy that morning. Just as she did every morning. Even when he got downstairs, that 'I'm up way too early' look was still on her face. Since she had refused to comb her long, cherry blossom pink hair, it was still disheveled and messy. Maybe not as bad as before, since now it was wet and clean, but still. It was messy. Especially compared to Zilo's, not that he really had much to work with regardless. "What the hell...." She grumbled, grouchy and irritated just for waking up. "You really didn't have to come this early dammit." Why not blame Zilo? Because clearly, it was his fault. Anahera all but dragged her feet to where her boots were next to the counter, and put them on without even bending down. She was lazy. She was a grumpy, lazy woman in the mornings. No one ever said she was lady-like, and no one ever would probably. She trudged to stand behind the counter and await the first customer of the day, leaning over to sprawl her arms across the counter-top, face-planting her head right between them and groaning in protest. God, she hated mornings. [/style] [STYLE=color: #6f6363; border-left: 5px solid #cecaca; width: 380px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 5px; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; line-height: 1]WORDS: 1201 TAGS: zilo! NOTES: lolz, grumpy ana makes me giggle XD CREDITS: made by gimmick/echo of BTN[/style]

[ZILO UYEDA]

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Spinning around he smiled softly and apologized. “I’m sorry, but I said I would be here first thing in the morning.” He said thinking something else to himself. Then remembering what he had found in the crate. Walking over and picking it up he brought it back over to the counter and sat it down beside the girl. He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “I don’t think these where meant for your store.” Walking away from her continuing doing what he was doing. Rearranging things making them look a tad bit better, switching stuff around, cleaning, dusting, and even adding a little appeal to the cabinets. Standing back a little bit he turned around and looked at the girl. She wasn’t dressed properly, her hair was in a disarray, But he shouldn’t really comment about that too her. Walking over to her he sat down and smiled slightly and reached over taking a brush and walked behind the girl. Without her knowledge he began brushing the hair out. Continuing to brush her hair he spoke to her softly almost in a whisper trying not to be too loud, incase it sounded like he was yelling and it attracted attention probably embarrassing her. “Man…. You have so many tangles after you go to sleep. It’s almost like someone did that on purpose last night, then again you can’t really help it.” Each time he got to a tangle he worked around it careful not to tug it. While working around it he would loosen it to where it wouldn’t hurt her when he went down it again. It reminded him of his little sister that he used to take care of. Blinking slightly he dismissed the memory and went back to fixing her hair. Looking around the shop it was something interesting, for two girls to be living here by themselves. Laughing slightly he continued to look down at the long pink colored hair. It seems to have attracted his attention. Blinking slightly he stopped at once and backed up. It was perfectly straight now. Blushing slightly he had just realized what he had done, he had straightened her hair out, brushing it, against her say so. He didn’t even ask he just went and did it. Backing away he walked back around the corner and sat down on the floor. Watching the door he spoke in a soft voice, one in which you could miss if not paying close attention. “I am sorry….I should of asked before I done anything. I will take my leave now.” He said standing up again and walking out the door. He looked around and noticed that some of the boards where splintered. Walking over to them he looked at them. Putting his hands together he nodded affirmatively. He walked over to the side where she had some fire wood. Taking one out he sliced down it with his blade. Cutting the sucker straight in half, then on the other side he repeated the process till he had a flat board. Walking back over he compared the lengths, they matched the railing that was splintered. Using his sword he plied the piece off with the nails and everything. Moving it away and removing the nails from it he placed the new board on the porch, and then began to pound it into place, then taking the nails he began to pound into it even more. Making sure it wasn’t going anywhere. Smiling he stepped back slightly admiring his own work. He wasn’t thinking that it would be perfect, but it would do till they could afford the proper lumber. Thinking back to what he had just done he shuttered a little bit. He had just did something against his number one rule. Don’t touch a girl in anyway without permission and he had just broken that deal to himself. Sitting down on the porch after a couple of minutes he continued to stare out at the street. Wondering what he should do. She was probably pissed at him to no doubt. And that’s what worried him the most. WORDS! 711 PERSON Anahera Romata! NOTES!Uh oh...(Sorry its so short XD) [/style]

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