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Sayuri managed to turn around in time to see Roland pulling out another can of soda. Grabbing his ladle, he smacked the back of Roland's hand. "And you! No more soda until we get this sleepover started!" Sayuri quickly grab's Roland's soda and puts it in an apron pocket. Walking back to the stove, he muttered to himself, "Selfish people, can't even wait for the food to be served before they drink the house dry..."

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worgen

Roland looked at his hand, than the empty space where the soda once was, than at Sayuri. "Dude, I got my *** handed to me by a dead girl. I think I deserve a soda!"

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LeonXIII

"You'll get your soda once you've eaten my soup!" Sayuri raised his ladle threateningly. Satisfied that Roland wouldn't do anything, he turned back to the stove.

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lokuri

((OOC: Can I RP here? D: It looks so interesting and reminds me so much of Higurashi. xD Pleeaaase *puppy dog eyes* e.e ))

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worgen

(( OMG! LOKURI!! I MISSED YOU!! WHERE'S WESKER?!

And yes, you can. =) You can be one of my "special friends." *wink*
We need to repopulate the thread. D=))

Roland grumbled, sat at the dining table, and leaned on it, than quickly shot back, grasping his chest. "Ow! That hurt like he-- Where's my shirt?!"

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lokuri

((OOC: I don't know where Wesker is. D: I was gone because thought her and everyone else left. D: Anywho, sorry for the delay, but here is my Character Sheet. ))

Name: Tsura Mayumi
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Apperance:
Personality: Upbeat and kind. Tsura can seem a bit clueless and childish at times, but she can make for a very supportive character. Her body is constantly kept in shape due to all the dancing she does, and Tsura is stronger and quicker than she appears.
Backstory: Tsura was born into a family of priestess, a branch family off of the Knight family. Their goal in the festival is to do the "Dance of Death" close to the closure of the festival, which usually marks the "dawn" of deaths that occur throughout the festivals. Of course, no one in the Mayumi family truly knows why they dance, but it is said return the lost spirits that will (or did) to rest so that they will not plague the village and cause unfortunate events. The only other knowledge the Mayumi family has about the festival is that a dance was not performed on one of the nights of the festival dating far back in history...

((OOC: You might get where I am going with this if you make the connection. Please approve soon. ))

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Null

Angel was riding his motorcycle back home. He was still thinking of what had occur back then. He had driven into a fog without realizing it. He then saw something, but ignored it. Then later a man came out of nowhere on the road right in front of Angel. He then tried to brake, but had lost control of his bike and was spun out of control before crashing onto the ground. He lay on the asphalt bruised, and bleeding with a cracked helmet. The man then came in front of him and said, "Cmon, we have work to do."

((Worgen I think you should take over since Aero isn't on anymore.))

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lokuri

Tsura gazed in a long mirror wrapped in wood that twisted into a point that struck the wall behind it and held it up, allowing her to admire her appearance. A crimson kimono shirt was slightly hidden by a much more elegant version of first, with unique birds drawn in a light blue hue dotting the ivory surface of her kimono sleeves. The same red hue was stitched a few feet from the edge of the cover up fabric that separated the traditional priestess attire from the festival sleeves, as well as a split in the cloth that led to a simple white vest that ran down her chest and was intrrupted by a thick bow that begun her long red skirt. Lots of ornaments to her long brown hair and her beautiful costume prepared Tsura for the festival dance that was soon to come.

However, something seemed different than all the other years she would joyfully prepare for the dance that concluded the festival. A chill ran down Tsura's spine, which increased when she gazed at her decorative fans. Some disturbance was in the air, and even the temple she lived in would not rid the sensation that plagued her mind. Unable to stand it anymore, Tsura quietly ran to the entrance of the temple, slid on her traditional sandals, and made her way out of the door. However, it seemed a storm had been raging for some time outside, and Tsura quickly grabbed her black umbrella before continuing her stroll outside.

It did not take her long to find an injured boy lying on the side of the road, a motorcycle with broken side mirrors nearly crushing his legs and part of his upper body. Rushing in without thinking, Tsura shoved the motorcycle aside and noticed that his helmet had saved him from a concussion. Helping him up, she finally noticed another man there. Of course, the fact that he had yet to help the wounded boy meant he had no sympathy for him, which angered Tsura slightly.

"Excuse me, mister, but do you know this boy?" Tsura asked in a sweet tone, even though she meant to sound harsh and direct when addressing him. "That is--well--you shouldn't stand suspiciously in front of someone that is hurt and do nothing! It is just rude!"

((OOC: Hope this is good. ))

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