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| Topic Started: Jul 2 2008, 09:15 AM (151 Views) | |
| Mitasoyu | Jul 2 2008, 09:15 AM Post #1 |
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I'm not insane, I prefer visionary.
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Clang crash bam! A flurry of cusses filled the humid air as pots and pans were dropped and scattered across the sleek hardwood. White circles suddenly appeared on the ceiling, dancing on and off as Mitasoyu awoke to the sound of his mother attempting at a homemade breakfast. The lights trailed across the roof to the curtains, seeing that the sun had yet to have sprung forth in this particular summer morning. Most teens at this thought roll over back to sleep and await the noon sun to shine so brightly in their eyes that they have no choice but to get up. Of course, as you expected, this wasn't the way of this sixteen year old. Completely composed and not in the slightest tired, he slipped out of white linens to the closet, snatching up a prepared outfit lying across the middle shelf. He dressed and slipped down the hall. The mother mentioned was now busying away in a world of fantasy as she tried to prepare what she imagined a breakfast an old country lady with a thick southern accent would make for her children in the morning, full of pure butter and sugar and enough to make a buffet look small. Snapping from her brief dream world at the sound of the refrigerator opening, her olive hued eyes widened in surprise. "Mitaaaa! What are doing up this early, sweetie? I'm making breakfast for you, and I wanted it to be a surprise! Did my racket wake you?" All of this came from a women of petite figure wearing a gray pin-striped business skirt and jacket in black high heels and panty hoes, perfect shining black hair pulled back into a bun, and stood at about 6 foot tall. Her voice was high pitched and tended to make the next door neighbors' dogs' riel away in agony. She was a lawyer by day and fashion designer by night, making her the nominated workaholic mom, the type not expected to have children of high maintenance or amounts. The husband was away currently on a business trip, as he always was, being a very high up medical doctor. Together their annual salary was enough to support a small village in Africa from starvation and disease, but of course never contributed never end up making it there, and instead was doted upon their only son. "Mother, you know I can't eat that." Dark void excuses for eyes gestured toward the burning and practically charcoal black omelet his mother had thrown together in a pan, but never flipped. He stood at around six two, wearing black shiny leather outfit his mother had made for him for the trip. It was durable, breathable, fashionable, washable, and best of all, designer. None of this actually seemed to be noticed by the boy, he just saw it as yet another thing to wear. His hair was an unnaturally light blond to the point of it being white under most lighting. At first glance, or any number of glances for that matter, the two looked absolutely nothing alike. Feeble attempts at kind words for the mother from neighbors announced that he looked a lot like his father. Of course none of them had seen his father and thought that Aishi Kanamoko made up her spouse half the time. Tears sprung forth in Aishi's mossy eyes. Her voice shook as that familiar lump formed into her throat. "Just eat it! I want to be able to help you somehow to start you off, since you won't accept anything else from me. Why do you have to be so difficult all the time?! Just EAT it!" The overreaction didn't seem to faze Mitasoyu, as he trod over to the skillet and scooped the charred hunk of egg onto a nearby plate. As she watched with an 'I won' expression across her shapely mug, he ate the omelet slowly, piece by piece, until the sun broke the dusky night with a dull pink ray. His mother looking rather pleased with herself, gathered up her briefcase and headed out for a world of objections and judges and juries, where her accusations mattered not if they were true, only if they were direct. Mitasoyu watched her go and then pulled out every last piece of the omelet from the crevices of his mouth. She was stupid, uppity, and sentimental, but he had to obey her if only for today so that it would be for the last time. Today was the day that his father had decided it was time for him to leave. His mother greatly disagreed and was very unhappy at losing the argument, as she won so many at work. She claimed he didn't know how to properly care for himself yet, his body would be completely destroyed if he ever did make it back. But the doctors and psychologists agreed, a little change might be for the better in helping him. And who was a mother to disagree? Even she could see that he wasn't right here, in this protective environment. Boys needed to run around outside, and since he was a child he never took any pleasure in it, or doing anything, for that matter. Gathering his own belongings, which had already been prepared for him, he scooped them all up into a sack which matched his outfit. It included basic things such as outfits (same as the one he was wearing) and water bottles. He didn't bother to look at the rest and just threw it into the pack. Slinging it over his shoulder as he went, he left in the hot summer air to the lab. --------- When Mitasoyu was born, it was in a large hospital that his father worked in. As he laid asleep, a perfect little Japanese boy, a fire rampaged through that wing of the hospital due to dinosaur electrical wirings in a storage closet. A janitor flipped a switch then BANG the explosion burst. Most made it out, but there were just too many to save. Mitasoyu was the only survivor of those who didn't make it out, but his body was charred through most of his skin and there no way he would survive without help. The father remembered a prototype of an android body their sponsors were cramming down their throats to use. He didn't want his son to be the lab rat, but it seemed as if there was no other choice. They quickly removed his brain and placed inside the android, a blond haired and blue eyed boy. It looked perfectly real. The skin was more of a rubber feel than human one, but it fit the need. The skin was planted with millions of microscopic solar panels, the bodies' fuel and energy. The procedure went well, and he recovered fine. In the first grade he was just like any other boy, and the only ones who were informed otherwise were teachers and nurses, just in case he got sent to the office for some reason or another. One day his eyes started to haze over with a foggy mist and the students and teachers were in panic. An oil leak had sprung into his eyes, turning them pure black except for the outline around the iris which are automatic flashlights for dark nights. Now that everything was dark as far as the eyes could tell, they always remained on. Of course the eyes were replaced many times, trying to fix the problem, but inevitably, the fault was the engineers and the oil always came back. He was avoided and feared by all school mates and teachers, and so developed a robotic personality to fit his interior. |
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| Fordy | Jul 2 2008, 09:22 AM Post #2 |
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ain't no new thing
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-Don't feel like RPing- That was... odd to say the least. Are you allowed to be a robot? I don't see a problem, but maybe the admins will. Anyway, those other things that you tossed in your bag are an Escape Rope with three charges, a PokeTech, and an envelope containing 5000z. |
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| Mitasoyu | Jul 2 2008, 09:33 AM Post #3 |
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I'm not insane, I prefer visionary.
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Odd works, I'll take it. I was a robot last time and nobody cared, so I donno if they would suddenly change their ways to anti-andriod. Not like it give me special powers or anything, just a lack of a personality. You'd be surprised at how far a lack of personality goes. Hahaha. Thanks, though. |
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| Fordy | Jul 2 2008, 09:41 AM Post #4 |
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ain't no new thing
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I didn't know about that. Should be fine. |
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