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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 7:38 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 8:01 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 10:50 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 2:52 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 1:41 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 2:03 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 2:07 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 6:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 4:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 1:46 pm
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ʂнɪɳ † Death Reaper in Training.
Shin did not look up to the nice sunny sky. Nor did he look down at the grass. He merely stared down at his pale, slender fingers, entangled with each other. Nervous. It was plain evident he was nervous. From the way he talk, the way he view things and the way he was avoiding things. Shin could feel that Aoimizu knew this, but was keeping her lips zipped to not discomfort him. Even with that thought, he felt no relief coming within his mind. Nothing at all. When she spoke, he only gave out an audible agreement. It seems that the more he uses more words, the more he feels that he's giving something out. For now, he would simply just listen to her voice, soft and calm, talking. Then the mention of his homeland. That should be easy to remember, after all, being deceased for more than century, your memories are all stored within your mind---from birth to death. "I grew up in.."
He paused, lifting his head up in surprise. His almond-colored eyes widened slightly.
What was this? Shin couldn't recall his village name.
Odd.. I should at least know where I was born and raised..
It then occurred to him that due to him being terminally ill and always bedridden, he had never once went outside and explore. His parents spoke no matters of life outside the four walls he was used to. They simply just conversed to him about doctor and when in secret, medical fees. He never knew where in Japan he was in.
During all of this though process, Shin had a dazed and confused face. The most emotion he had expressed from just today. He regained himself, waking himself out of the somewhat daydream.
"My deepest aplogies.. I cannot remember. Before death, I had been a very sick child, often in bed. I was never granted the chance to freely play outside." he said, his voice patient and soothing. However, behind that calming voice, was the mind of a distressed person.
[[ OOC:No worries, I'm in that time of writers' block and parents are not allowing me to get too often on the computer. ]] Sumimasen..Sumimasen..Sumimasen..
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 7:48 pm
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