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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 9:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 9:45 pm
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Momichi watched as her father, Hoji, got ready to leave for 'work.' The only problem was that he worked for the other gang in the other district, the Hearts. There stuff was still in the boxes, the moving vans long gone, and she without a job. She glared at him as he reached for the new house keys. "You're just going to leave your ownly daughter here to wander the streets for a job?"
"You're a big girl, just don't get hurt. Remember, kick and run." He pulled his coat on. He suddenly grabbed her shoulders and looked at her seriously. "And if you die...I'll donate all your stuff to cherity."
stare ".........IS THAT SUPPOSED TO CHEAR ME UP!?" scream She smacked him upside the head. He retreated to the door in a hurry while she just sat there. The moment it was locked, she knew he was long gone, racing down the streets to the Heart's territory. Frankly the whole thing confused her, but she could care less. As long as they didn't involve her, she had notheing to worry about. Momichi picked up her purse and keys, checking to make sure her sword was strapped to her leg under her red dress. Without so much as a glance around her new home, she left, locking the door.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 10:59 pm
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As soon as Momichi closed the door, her father was already at her heels looking like a starving mutt. She was always the one who made dinner and lunch, and often times, breakfast. However, today she was too tired to do such things.
"I want spagettii."
"Then go make some."
Hoji looked hurt. "...But I want you to cook it." His bottom lip trembled, but all he received was a glare.
"I'm tired, make your own food." She stalked off to her new room and colapsed on her bed. She could hear him at her door, scratching on it. He knew it annoyed his daughter to no end, but today she managed to resist stomping out, hitting him with herharisen (paper fan often used for hitting people in anime and manga,) and making dinner. He soon gave up and left to go make a PB&J.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 2:21 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 7:34 pm
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