Hibari Kyoya (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bitetodeath) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
mayfield_rpg2012-05-20 12:14 am
bitetodeath) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-05-20 12:14 am
Entry tags:
nine tonfa - backdated and post-prom
A )) so horribly Backdated to 6th of May - 1647 Albright
[ Fuck, he feels sick. This sucks, damit. All that crowding...
Too much crowding always made him sick. And finally parting with big groups make him happy. But because he get rid of them, finally, he get the hives. While he is relieved, he hates getting sick. And he can't admit himself to the hospital here in Mayfield as easily as he could back in Namimori.
He won't talk very much right now, but fe's present in the house, which is quite rare.
Either laying in his bed, coming out from the bathroom with another glass of water, or laying on the livingroom couch trying to see if there's anything at all worth seeing on the TV. Though there really isn't. ]
B ))same as above (date, that is) Phone – Afternoon
[ He sounds far from good, but at least he feels better than before.
But he also sound furious. ]
Fake prince.. When I get my hands on you, I'll bite you to death... You bastard.. And you too, you fucking horse...
C ))still backdated the 7th of May – Hospital
[ This place really isn't like Namimori. Usually, he don't hesitate to going to the hospital for basically any little cold. But right now, he isn't even sure if he should really go to the hospital. It's not like the people here are carved with fear and respect for him, like back home.
But he still is there, because the after effects of that crowding on the 5th was not gone yet.
He lean against the wall just a little left of the doors that lead inside, and he is not pleased at all. He's quite drained, actually. ]
D )) The day after prom – John Doe Park
[ He's sitting under a tree by the lake, not too pleased. At least he didn't run into that bastard Byakuran yesterday at that annoying party. But still, he'd rather not gone there at all.
Come bother him, and see if he'll bite you to death.
At least the tonfa lay open beside him, instead of being tucked into his sleeves. Mainly due to the fact that he's wearing that same yukata from last night, although with his disciplinarian committee arm band pinned to the upper part of the right sleeve. ]
[ Fuck, he feels sick. This sucks, damit. All that crowding...
Too much crowding always made him sick. And finally parting with big groups make him happy. But because he get rid of them, finally, he get the hives. While he is relieved, he hates getting sick. And he can't admit himself to the hospital here in Mayfield as easily as he could back in Namimori.
He won't talk very much right now, but fe's present in the house, which is quite rare.
Either laying in his bed, coming out from the bathroom with another glass of water, or laying on the livingroom couch trying to see if there's anything at all worth seeing on the TV. Though there really isn't. ]
B ))
[ He sounds far from good, but at least he feels better than before.
But he also sound furious. ]
Fake prince.. When I get my hands on you, I'll bite you to death... You bastard.. And you too, you fucking horse...
C ))
[ This place really isn't like Namimori. Usually, he don't hesitate to going to the hospital for basically any little cold. But right now, he isn't even sure if he should really go to the hospital. It's not like the people here are carved with fear and respect for him, like back home.
But he still is there, because the after effects of that crowding on the 5th was not gone yet.
He lean against the wall just a little left of the doors that lead inside, and he is not pleased at all. He's quite drained, actually. ]
D )) The day after prom – John Doe Park
[ He's sitting under a tree by the lake, not too pleased. At least he didn't run into that bastard Byakuran yesterday at that annoying party. But still, he'd rather not gone there at all.
Come bother him, and see if he'll bite you to death.
At least the tonfa lay open beside him, instead of being tucked into his sleeves. Mainly due to the fact that he's wearing that same yukata from last night, although with his disciplinarian committee arm band pinned to the upper part of the right sleeve. ]
no subject
no subject
no subject
Why, this gala garden is greatest for girding one's glove game!
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
[Key-Fu abruptly punches that oversized brass-looking skeleton key into the air with an uppercut. He almost looks like he should be posing for a movie poster—especially with how the Key is shining brightly. In fact ... is that a lens flare?]
no subject
no subject
Why, I was overcome with the onus to display the powers of Key-Fu!
no subject
no subject
My good man, one does not master the way of the unlocking art without a box of sharpened crayons!
no subject
no subject
Then I must inquire as to the indubitable nature of your identity!
no subject
no subject
[Key-Fu still thinks you're like a male dryad, Hibari!]
no subject
[ Whatever, he won't care anymore. ]
no subject
I am afraid I know not all of the arboretum you administrate!
no subject
From that tree to that, that and that.
[ He points at a few trees, making a circle around him by several meters. Would this guy leave him alone now? ]