secrets in white houses [kiyoshi]

[MIYAKE, SUMI]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/PTnT0.png); border-radius: 10 10 10 10; padding: 25px;][STYLE=text-align: center; font-family: impact; font-size: 25px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; margin-top: -25px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000000]brighter than a lucky penny![/style][STYLE=width: 350px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; border-radius: 10 10 10 10; border-top: 5px solid #BFBFBF; border-bottom: 5px solid #BFBFBF; padding: 10px; ]It took all the willpower she possessed to not press herself against the glass of the ice cream stand like a two year old. As it were, Sumi merely gazed at it adoringly, eyes shining with stars as she mentally sampled each and every flavour. What would be best? Chocolate? Vanilla? Strawberry? Maybe green tea, or azuki, or, or…caramel! Each taste had a specific meaning, a proper occasion and a proper time. Each was delicious. The girl paced left, then right, sparkling eyes still flickering between the tubs of ice cream that lay behind the glass that dared separate her from the cold, sugary treats. A discreet grumble from behind her abruptly reminded the girl of reality. There were other people waiting in line too, and they were beginning to get impatient with the girl’s indecision. Sumi steeled herself and laced her fingers together, staring at the ice cream with new determination, before turning to the cashier who looked more than slightly relieved to see her apparent readiness to pay. ”I’d like a strawberry ice cream, please!” the young girl chirped, digging out the necessary change. She traded the yen for the sweet, and hop-skip-stepped away from the stand gleefully. Taking a bite out of the cold treat, she savoured the strawberry flavour as she skipped toward a lovely fountain situated near the stand. She sat down at its edge, twisting to peer down into the depths of the clear water. A few coins of yen were settled at the bottom; no doubt the work of wishers with dreams. Sumi wondered what her dream was. She wasn’t entirely sure she’d decided upon it yet. The young girl’s expression fell ever so slightly as she turned away, crossing her legs at the ankles and continuing to savour her ice cream. Not everyone had dreams right away, she supposed. Not everyone was like her sister. And especially not Sumi.[/style][STYLE=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 50 50 50 50; background-image:url(http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q298/ElvenSheWolf/kunogi%20himawari/dragonsquee-xxh02.png); border: 3px solid #BFBFBF; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=width: 235px; height: 80px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; border-radius: 10 10 10 10; border-top: 5px solid #BFBFBF; border-bottom: 5px solid #BFBFBF; padding: 10px; margin-left: 115px; margin-top: 10px;]word 000 tags kiyoshi notes kind of short but oh well! tis only a starter. [/style]

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[MIZARU, KIYOSHI]

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[atrb=style, padding: 20px;] The boy had been through a lot lately. It hadn't been all that long ago that he had fled from the children's home he had been staying almost all his life. He had been told his parents had left him for some reason or another. He just wanted to know what had happened. He frowned a little, and wanted to find them. So here he was by himself touring the city of Kyodo. He didn't really think about the things that were most important. Like how he would eat, where he would sleep, or anything of that nature. For now he was content searching around the mall or anywhere he could get his little body to. He looked around at all the shops and all the places that appeared before his huge eyes. He seemed to soak in everything he hadn't seen before since he had been in the orphanage. His eyes were huge by the time he found the ice cream stand. B-b-but, he loved ice cream, and he didn't have any money for any. Maybe next time, he should of grabbed some money on his way out. With a depressed sigh he walked past the stand and sat down at the same fountain that the girl sat down at. "This is no fair at all." he said with a pout.

[MIYAKE, SUMI]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/PTnT0.png); border-radius: 10 10 10 10; padding: 25px;][STYLE=text-align: center; font-family: impact; font-size: 25px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; margin-top: -25px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000000]brighter than a lucky penny![/style][STYLE=width: 350px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; border-radius: 10 10 10 10; border-top: 5px solid #BFBFBF; border-bottom: 5px solid #BFBFBF; padding: 10px; ]A few children ran across her field of vision, screaming at each other in delight. Sumi smiled a bit as she watched them; one of them, a girl, tripped over her own feet and fell, and Sumi tensed, ready to launch to her feet and help the child. The girl’s mother came to her rescue, though, and instead, Sumi continued observing, licking her ice cream and resisting the urge to start kicking her feet. It was an annoying habit, mostly because a lot of the time she had no idea she was even doing it. She also tended to accidentally kick people, and she hated that. Hurting people was never a good thing. Being hurt was bad – she’d never liked being hurt, and the thought of hurting someone or something else was extremely distressing to the young girl. The children and their mother walked away into a throng of other shoppers as the black-haired girl watched on; target of observation lost, she looked away to the ceiling, staring up at the great expanse of glass and the bright sky beyond it. It hadn’t exactly been a cold day, which made Sumi’s quest for ice cream all the more justified. And, if you were to ask her, this particular stand of ice cream had the best cold treats she’d ever had. The stands always beat the store-bought types, she found. It was a bit strange, really, since you’d expect that the stores would have better quality food. A young boy’s voice suddenly rang out. This is no fair at all. Sumi blinked, turning to look at the person who had spoken. A little boy with silver hair sat near her, and he looked a little more than a bit sad. Sumi hated it when people were sad. The young girl frowned slightly, deliberating, before turning a bit to face him. “Hey there!” she called out, smiling a bit at him. “Are you okay?” Well, of course not, Sumi. “Life isn’t fair a lot of times, but sometimes you have to go through it, you know?” She inclined her head. “Do you want some ice cream? Ice cream makes everyone feel better!” As if to prove that statement, she held out her own cone toward him, not feeling the slightest bit perturbed about a relative stranger eating her food.[/style][STYLE=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 50 50 50 50; background-image:url(http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q298/ElvenSheWolf/kunogi%20himawari/dragonsquee-xxh02.png); border: 3px solid #BFBFBF; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=width: 235px; height: 80px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; border-radius: 10 10 10 10; border-top: 5px solid #BFBFBF; border-bottom: 5px solid #BFBFBF; padding: 10px; margin-left: 115px; margin-top: 10px;]word 000 tags kiyoshi notes [/style]

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