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Post by Terrence Tao on Nov 8, 2010 0:34:27 GMT -5
Early November was always the chilliest in the boogie world. An open window in the room Terrence was in let the chilly air flow into the room and chill his bones, but there wasn't much he could do about it. He rubbed his wrists in an attempt to gather warmth as two large eyes glanced up at the window. A light drizzle was starting to come down; rain like that had been very common in London before heavier rains. Terrence sighed as he turned to the large basket of clothing he had been folding previously. If any of these clothes got wet, the boogies would be very mad. He stood up and walked to the window where his brow furrowed when he saw the latch preventing him from closing the covers of the window. Something told him the boogies had done this on purpose, but he couldn't do anything about it. With a grunt, he lifted the large basket and held it against his chest. It covered him from his belly to his head and his hands only managed to grasp onto half of it. With that, he left the room before it started raining any heavier and the room began to get rained on.
Basket in tow, he trudged through the halls. Terrence tottered to the side as the baskets weight forced him to put it down on the ground near the wall. It was too heavy for him. He would just do the folding here. Terrence leaned down against the wall and sunk down beside the basket. His left hand fished into the basket for a blouse and he placed it on his lap. Both of his thin hands began the folding process as rain began to patter across the roof of the building. When he was finished with the blouse, he laid it back in the basket and fished out another shirt. Soon he fell into somewhat of a mindless routine of folding clothing. This was how he spent the majority of his days lately. Terrence had no owner, so he was assigned odd jobs around the horror show they called 'Home'. If anyone but the boogies were sick enough to call Boogie World that. |
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Post by Motoko Higurashi on Nov 8, 2010 14:39:01 GMT -5
Even though it was awfully cold outside, Motoko had decided to chose this day to escape from the hospital. Even though Gloria had chased her up and down the halls...even though she'd be terribly scolded by both her older siblings when they found out...she just couldn't stay in that place much longer. The blue-berry of a girl knew she'd be caught within a few short hours anyway. But still, she wanted to see if she could find somebody that wasn't going to ask about her injuries or yell at her.
The person she wanted to see most of all, of course, was Charoa. But the Boogie woman hadn't visited her yet, so Moto assumed she was busy. And she wouldn't bother her mistress if she had things to do...it was rude.
Plus, she might kick my ass.
Hearing the footsteps of the nurse behind her again, the twelve-year-old took a sharp turn down one hallway, her long blue pigtails and her little white night-gown trailing behind her. She grinned wickedly as the said footsteps went in the opposite direction. Now she had more time to do what she wanted! With a smug little grin on her young face, Motoko spun around and headed down this random hallway. Despite it being the middle of the day, the passage was deserted. All for a young boy folding clothes not too far ahead.
A human, she guessed, since he was doing chores. He looked young...but looks could be deceiving. Boogies often looked young, but they could be incredibly old.
Hell, even she looked older than she really was.
Either way, it was a person. And she wanted somebody to talk to...and it was a chance to see how well her English was coming along. Moto trotted up to the boy with a smile on her face. "Hello there!" She giggled softly. "What are you doing folding clothes in the middle of the hall, silly? The laundry room's over there!"
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Post by Terrence Tao on Nov 9, 2010 18:37:41 GMT -5
Terrence had always noticed how the boogies had a flare for dramatic clothing. Whenever he saw one they were always in imaganitive gothic clothing, long flowing dresses, or covered in countless frills or spikes. If they weren't on the more wild side, they were dressed in classical layered clothing or sleek stylish clothing. Were boogies flamboyent when it came to their style of dress? It seemed every boogie was... Maybe it was something encoded into their DNA. Whatever it was, some of the more 'imaginative' clothing was harder to fold. One of the fur coats even had eight sleeves and a neck piece that was as long as the torso! What kind of monstrous boogie would even wear that? Terrence shuddered as he put the coat back in the basket and picked up what seemed to be a normal... kilt with a hole in what was either the front or the back.
In the midst of his clothing quandries, he didn't notice the blue haired asian approach him. When she spoke, his hands flinched slightly. That voice seemed familiar. He looked up and blinked. She looked just like the girl who had found him in the halls when he first got here. Even their voice as alike. Her voice had a thicker accent than the other girls, but it still had the same basic tone. Terrence would hate to think that he thought they were alike because they were both of the same race... But so far that's what he was getting at. Did all Asian girls have odd colored hair and find Europeans in the hall way? Seems so...
His hands grasped the kilt tightly, and he suddenly remembered that he had chores to do. Terrence promptly began to fold again. "Hello, I'm doing chores in the hall way because it's starting to rain and the windows in the laundry room are latched open," he stated stiffly as his small hands finished folding the kilt. Terrence placed it in the basket and pulled out a pair of pants. He didn't want to risk slouching off on his choirs. He didn't know if this girl was a human or a boogie. Just because she looked like a human, didn't mean she was. |
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Post by Motoko Higurashi on Nov 12, 2010 19:32:27 GMT -5
The little blue-haired girl blinked at the tone of Terrance's voice. He was stern and focused on his chores, spoke English real well, but he also looked a little oriental, Korean or Chinese or something like that. And he was really tiny. Really cute! Motoko giggled again when he went back to folding the clothes before glancing at the laundry room and said open window. That did seem poorly-placed...
Boogies have a mean sense of humor.
Looking back at Terrence with a soft smile, tilting her head. "Looks like you have a lot to do there, chibi-suke. Do you want me to help you?" Before waiting for an answer, Moto had plopped down to her knees and was reaching for a shirt with the neck-line in a deeper-V than should be legal. She folded it neatly, as she'd been taught to back home, before putting it in the little pile.
"What's your name, chibi-suke? My name's Motoko Higurashi."
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Post by Terrence Tao on Nov 13, 2010 17:43:13 GMT -5
Terrence looked at the blue haired girl as his attention was taken from the pants over his lap. He did have a lot to do at the moment... But that wasn't what bothered him. It was the word she had said. What on Earth did 'Chibi' mean? As a child he had never indulged in anime like others had, and he knew almost nothing of Japanese words or culture other than the honorifics they used. This word was completely new and foreign to him. And, not to sound like a xenophobe, he didn't like it. Terrence had the feeling he was suppose to be insulted by this word somehow, otherwise she wouldn't go so far as to add an honorific to make it look cute.
He was about to open his mouth to reply to the blue haired girl, when she just merrily came down to his level and began to reach into the basket. Before Terrence could say anything- or attempt to say, she pulled out a rather tragic example of Boogie fashion and began to fold it. Terrence had to admit having someone to help him wouldn't be all bad, and she did know how to fold... But didn't she have her own chores to tend too? If she did, she didn't seem to care.
"Don't you have your own chores to do?" asked Terrence as he placed the folded pants into the basket and pulled out another blouse. Both his eyes were looking directly at her, his left eye showing doubt. His right eye, while still looking at her, seemed cloudier than the other. "My name is Terrence Tao," he told her as he messed with the cuffs of the blouse to make them neat. |
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Post by Motoko Higurashi on Nov 13, 2010 19:11:11 GMT -5
Motoko had a talent of reading people, as the Higurashi family all seemed to have (though Aione noticeably was worst at it). And as soon as Motoko had spoken her new nickname for Terry, she could tell her didn't understand her at all and that he was worried about what she'd called him. But 'chibi' wasn't an insult...it just meant 'small'. And 'suke' was a masculine sort of honorific...okay, maybe it's a little bit of an insult. But as long as he didn't ask, she wouldn't tell, and that would be that.
But he really is cute.
At the question of chores, the blueberry tween shook her head. "My mistress hasn't assigned me anything, so I'm free. Of course I'm supposed to be in the hospital right now..." her little pale hands caught a pair of pants with four leg-holes, "But I'm not really hurt. I just needed to get out of there for a while. It was so boring." Moto turned the pants around, eying them curiously. "So odd," she mused before folding them and putting them in the pile.
Blue eyes noticed the odd fog in Terry's right eye, but didn't bring it up. She was raised not to ask probing questions on a first meeting.
"It's nice to meetcha, Tao-san," Motoko pulled a pair of stripped socks with sequins from the pile and folded them together. "These things are ridiculous..." she giggled before putting them into the pile with the other folded clothing. Then she started on a hooded-shirt with two holes in the top of the hood for...ears?
"Huh. I didn't know there was a Rabbit-Boogie."
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