1 Priorities [Nozomi/Private] Mon Oct 13, 2014 8:11 pm
Kurai Usagi
D-rank
Life is beautiful, life is greatness, life is everywhere. People say that about life, but it's not life that's beautiful, great or even "everywhere". That would be the world, the universe. Life's not great for everybody, most of the people struggle, very few living life at it's fullest. It's events like this festival that people go to in order to get out of their repetitive shitty life and have some fun. If you looked closely trough all that rubble of humans from above, you could see a white moving circle, standing out from the rest.The young man walked passively from crowd to crowd, his blank blue eyes staring forward, nothing around him important enough to draw his attention.He moved confident,focused, as if he was going towards a targeted direction with a purpose, a purpose he did not have. He did not know what kind of hellish demon or angel inside his head convinced him to come to the festival so now he just wandered randomly from spot to spot until something of importance will reveal itself. It just so happens that something did caught his eye. Seems like somebody is playing with poppy around the festival.Some people use it for medicine, some for... recreational purposes one would say. Thing is the idiots weren't even trying to look normal, all of them wearing shady clothes, closed up in little dark corners.
With a wicked grin Usagi headed over to one of the dealers, a man in his 40's with dirt on his face and a mustache that may have just been a piece of shit. "Hey kid, want to go as high as heaven?" he muttered with an unexpectedly deep voice just as he revealed the stash hidden in his jacket. "Yes sir, how much do you have on you?" Usagi asked in a low voice, acting like a naive teenager. "I got all that your money can buy kid, three kilos on me, enough to make your head ex-... How much do you want?". "All of it" Usagi replied his hand going into his pocket as if he was checking for money. The only thing the old man saw coming out of that pocket was a punch and then an elbow to the neck. "That's what you get for calling me a kid, assface." said the young man as he crouched to search the poppy dealer. Luckily for Usagi, the man wasn't lying about the amount of product he had on him, it was just enough for him to get trough this festival with his sanity in check. The white-haired devil pulled the man's unconscious body deeper into the dark alley between tents and headed back into the main boulevard wiping his mouth off after a huge mouthful of poppy seeds. "I'm already feeling better" and so he started back on the road but this time with a purpose. A nice little tea-place out in the open beneath the night's sky where you can relax on soft,comfy giant pillows. Usagi sat down one one of the pillows his head drowning in the effect of the poppy seeds and the softness of the "chair".
"What would you like to order sir?" asked a cute little girl, around twelve of age dressed in a kimono. "Some green tea would be nice" the real reason behind this order being the amplifying effect of other herbs on poppy seeds. She nodded and with an innocent smile she left to get his order. He managed to get another mouthful of seeds when nobody was watching and he started to look around for any signs of euphoria. It seemed the effects kicked in, the lights up on the wires morphing into little moving light-bugs, the sound of blabbering people muted by the strong screeching noise in his ears. "Here..." he moved his hands upward towards the voice slowly "You..." his eyes widened , focused on the object trying ,trying not to drop it "You go sir..."
"Thank you" he said , shaking out the phase and smiling at the little girl.
With a wicked grin Usagi headed over to one of the dealers, a man in his 40's with dirt on his face and a mustache that may have just been a piece of shit. "Hey kid, want to go as high as heaven?" he muttered with an unexpectedly deep voice just as he revealed the stash hidden in his jacket. "Yes sir, how much do you have on you?" Usagi asked in a low voice, acting like a naive teenager. "I got all that your money can buy kid, three kilos on me, enough to make your head ex-... How much do you want?". "All of it" Usagi replied his hand going into his pocket as if he was checking for money. The only thing the old man saw coming out of that pocket was a punch and then an elbow to the neck. "That's what you get for calling me a kid, assface." said the young man as he crouched to search the poppy dealer. Luckily for Usagi, the man wasn't lying about the amount of product he had on him, it was just enough for him to get trough this festival with his sanity in check. The white-haired devil pulled the man's unconscious body deeper into the dark alley between tents and headed back into the main boulevard wiping his mouth off after a huge mouthful of poppy seeds. "I'm already feeling better" and so he started back on the road but this time with a purpose. A nice little tea-place out in the open beneath the night's sky where you can relax on soft,comfy giant pillows. Usagi sat down one one of the pillows his head drowning in the effect of the poppy seeds and the softness of the "chair".
"What would you like to order sir?" asked a cute little girl, around twelve of age dressed in a kimono. "Some green tea would be nice" the real reason behind this order being the amplifying effect of other herbs on poppy seeds. She nodded and with an innocent smile she left to get his order. He managed to get another mouthful of seeds when nobody was watching and he started to look around for any signs of euphoria. It seemed the effects kicked in, the lights up on the wires morphing into little moving light-bugs, the sound of blabbering people muted by the strong screeching noise in his ears. "Here..." he moved his hands upward towards the voice slowly "You..." his eyes widened , focused on the object trying ,trying not to drop it "You go sir..."
"Thank you" he said , shaking out the phase and smiling at the little girl.