Thirty-Two - Weaver Goddess

(Current Time: 10:43 Am, 2nd blk)
(Current Sounds: Quincy No Hokori Ni Kakete - Noriaki Sugiyama)

Musings and Character Sketch:



HAHAH.

Another characte sketch, because I'm bored and plus I'm into writing at the moment.

YESH.

YESH.

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Nobody notices her hairclips except for me. It was always about her tangerine hair or her blessed bust. Nobody paid attention to the minor details.

Except for me. Just me alone knew what she was all about.

Everyone in our class know her as a hard-headed young woman. She was the third smartest in our whole group--but she could kick that geek in first place any day.

Everyone know's about her hard head. That incident with the aluminum baseball still rang clear in our memories.

She has the skill of a black belt but her best friend says moreso a yellow belt.

Her cooking skills wasn't considered bad--just unique. Though, red bean paste and sprinkled paprika over potatoes and kale leaves would be more so strange than unique.

One of or classmates knows she's hopeless when it comes to technology. She doesnt even have the smarts to own a cellphone, since everyone knows she'll make it explode in first contact.

All the girls in her class envy about her giant of a bust. One even attempts to disturb her personal space enough just to stare and gawk at her 'marvelous gifts.' Some girls, in my guyish opinion, make me sick.

Her overeactive imagination is her main personality point to discuss. She once imagined herself to be the most destructive, chaotic android--when we were doing an assignment about what our future career would be.

I always saw her outside of school with a heavily asian flower patterned skirt on. Even in winter, she's always seen with a skirt on. Apparently, her hard head can even test the powers of tempurature as well.

She lacks street smarts, especially by simply crossing the street. I once caught her almost ready to jaywalk across a busy intersection one day and stopped her in the nick of time. She, on the other hand, was spacing out as usual.

She's an avid member of the handicrafts club, alongside the same smartass geek from the same class. I sometimes get annoyed whenever HE shows off in front of her.

She likes Welsh onions. Everybody knows that, especially with that one day when she marched around the whole school, twirling one stalk like a trooper.

She gets carried away with her implausible scenarios--so much that some of her friends say that she can even "violate the realm of the gods". Whatever that meant, everyone decided to say that she was just strange to begin with.

She keeps her hair long as an oath to both her best friend and her brother. She once told me that she cropped her hair in elementary school because of bullies picking on how orange her hair was. I guess i'm not the only one.

But its the hairclips nobody notices. I was the only one. she told me her brother gave those as his last birthday gift...the very same day when I first met her at my dad's clinic. Her, faithfully leaving those blue flower shaped pins in her hair and staring in fading tragedy at her still brother's face, it felt eternal. It felt like a moment of rebirth....for both me and her.

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I SHULD DO RIFF NE--

*shot*

~kiwi