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Room 313; Open; Roomie needed
Topic Started: Jun 24 2005, 11:16 PM (382 Views)
Yuki
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Keiko, may this all be in your memory. I couldn't bring your change.
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Walking into the large dorm building on the Western part of the campus, Yuki was consumed in the smell of cleaning solutions. He walked passed one of the open doors, shrugging to himself as one of the male students probably just having moved out was attempting to make bleach work in his dorm. Hardly able to breathe, he darted up the stairs, noting all the rooms on this floor were in the 200's. He found it safe to conclude that his room was on the next floor; acting accordingly, he reached and stuck his key into the lock, unable to make it turn.

Wow... I'm away from hell and already my luck is turning up. I was half expecting an orgy to pile out on top of me...

Yuki sighed heavily, trying to force the door open, forcing his shoulder into it from eight inches away. After several attempts, all of which were to no avail, he stepped back and kicked at the lock. This lead to several profanities being screamed down the hall in pain. He tried the key one last time, realizing he was just turning the wrong way, cursing himself for his incompetence.

When he entered the room, more of the blinding sunlight from outdoors poured through the window. Blinding at first as it reflected off the standard white bead sheets, his eyes slowly adjusted to the light. Needing a quick remedy, he grabbed a large black comforter and draped it over the curtain-rod hooks. Now able to see more than white light, he began to work on styling his room in a way that... Let's just say that Martha Stewart would prefer her jail cell if given the choice between the two. For a start, he set to work putting red cellophane on the inside of the dome on the main dorm light and putting chains around the small book shelf by his bed. Both of which were done after checking every page of his manga for tears in transportation and scanning his spotless anime DVD's for scratches.

All of the necessities secured (AKA less light and manga) he began to slip into something more comfortable, forgetting that he had left the door unlatched, as well as open a crack. He started undoing his long black button up shirt as he scanned the clothing he'd laid out on his bed while searching for his manga. Spying a white dress shirt with laced sleeves, he slid it on, and forgetting that someone could come in and left it unbuttoned. After all of his suitcases were emptied, he packed them with his clothes into one half of the closet and lied down on his bed, staring at the red light.

Hopefully I won't be the only freak here...

He muttered to himself calmly, almost in a dream like state. Reaching out at the light, he noticed his newest scar on his wrist when his sleeve rode down a little. A wary grin crossed his face. The scar had almost faded to the same color as the rest. It had been far to long. With his other hand, the pockets of his Tripp pants were searched when he found what he had been looking for. The small pocketknife in his hand reflected the dim red light all welcoming like. He switched open the dull blade and drew it across his skin. Wincing slightly, he didn't yield. After a few quick traces of the line across his wrist again, he heard more noises in the hallway and noticed the door. He quickly buttoned up his shirt to hide his scars and checked to see that his hair covered his face right in case he had a visitor, completely forgetting the red stain showing on sleeve.
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Elusive Ronin
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(Sorry. She always bothers people named Yuki... well you're the second.)

“Kick it here,” a boy yelled as he set up in the middle of the hallway for a quick game of hallway soccer. Soon it would spread through the dorms like wildfire, or so the boy’s hoped. They would go down in history as the boy’s that had created a rather brilliant game that would be passed down to AHS students for years to come. Sadly they were making two rather big mistakes. The first was that most geniuses do not realize that most people do not like to be disturbed late at night by bouts of insanity like that which was hallway soccer. The second and final was that they should have been using a ball.

“Are you sure? It looks kind of important,” the second shouted back as he eyed the object they had found just sitting around the fireplace. They had thought it was a genie’s lamp, but after rubbing it for about an hour nothing was produced so they other boy decided it was a good idea to try and break the thing apart. The first sighed and nodded that of course it was a good idea and the other was just a baby. It was rather hard to get this idea from one gesture, but certainly not impossible to do so. The second did not want his pal to think that he was a baby so he stepped back and gave the thing a rather hard quick.

The large clanging of metal echoed through the lamp upsetting it rather terribly. It contorted as it soared through the air. Both of the boy’s were having a really wonderful time and did not really notice that the odd trinket was getting rather made at being kicked around, but as it soared through the air it changed directions and began oozing a thick black cloud of smoke. The contents didn’t like this one bit and neither did the boy’s. The first grabbed the lamp in mid air even after its’ rather odd trajectory. He was not happy that their game was being cut short, but who is not rather happy when one finds a genie?

“What are you doing,” asked the voice of a rather irritated sounding girl that had been produced by the black smoke. She was rather irritated for two very good reasons. The first was because she had been rudely woken up in their game of soccer. The second was that her house was the ball and that ticked her off something fierce. It was like putting a hornet in a jar then shaking it wildly and letting the hornet go. One was only going to get stung.

“I knew it,” the first shouted holding on to the lamp. “I told you there was a genie in this lamp.”

“Not a genie,” the girl responded still rather peeved that her house had been used as a soccer ball. It was not something that one did to someone elses house. She expected them to apologize quickly for having done so, but the first seemed a little more intent on getting something else.

“Sure you are. You came out of a lamp in a puff of smoke. I want my wishes and I would like them quite quickly. I’m not a very patient person,” the boy responded to her ignoring all the signs that this young woman was rather peeved. Dense boys like this always got in trouble with girls and probably would be quite lonely until he learned this fact. That look in her eye and the tone of voice that screeched from her mouth. He seemed to be missing it, but his friend was quickly catching on. She swiped at her lamp, but the boy recoiled pulling it away and throwing it over her and to his friend. How he caught it in such a surprised state is rather beyond normal comprehension as no one can catch anything in the ‘think fast state.’ Asking someone to do so makes it nearly impossible to do so yet the young boy caught it and stood there flabbergasted as the floating genie girl quickly knocked down his friend.

With that he took off running the other way as the girl quickly began to pummel him. A shout of ‘ouch you bit me’ echoed down the hallway and startled the other boy rather immensely. It was quite obvious that Shireen was very protective of her lamp and did not really like the fact that some kids had been playing soccer with it. Most Djinni would have been equally peeved if not more so. The first got off lucky, but the second was not so gutsy and upon seeing an open door tossed the lamp inside. It was their problem now as he quickly continued down the hallway running at full sprint hoping to avoid the punches and biting. Sadly he almost did not avoid the green pulse of energy that stopped him from rounding the corner. It burst sending a gust of wind knocking him down to the ground rather dazed. The girl floated over still looking rather irritated, but the boy just pointed to the room that he had tossed the lamp into to try and make the girl hurt him a little less. All they had wanted was wishes and right now all he wished for was not to get hurt. Well, wish granted as she floated back to the door.

The little trinket had been thrown in rather awkwardly and clattered against the ground in the ill light room. It rebounded a bit bouncing off the hard floor with a loud clatter and bounced more just clattering around the ground without seemingly a care in the world. It did care though as the room had such terrible lighting. Rooms were meant to be bright and filled with life weren’t they? Well at least that was what the little lamp thought as it lay on it’s side just waiting for its’ owner to come back for it and soon she would. It rather hated being thrown around in such a manner.
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Keiko, may this all be in your memory. I couldn't bring your change.
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With all the racket in the hallway growing louder, his curiosity was getting the best of him. Though unaware of what it was, Yuki decided it best to simply continue reading one of his manga. This time, the lucky graphic novel was Gravitation Volume five. He was at a part he rather disliked, as he felt sorry for Suichi as he was being pornicated. Sadly, even a shojo as goofy as this one could bring a tear to his eye. Maybe he was just a little to sensitive for his own good. His tear fell from his face and landed on the page.

Quickly, he got really obsessively protective really fast. The fastest he had ever moved with the exception of the Juicy Juice (tm) incident he grabbed a tissue from the box by his bed and wiped it off the page. Applying the right pressure as not to smear, but to absorb it, Yuki managed to get most of it off his precious book. (My presssssioussssss). To avoid further incident, he undid all the locks on his manga bookcase. He was still waiting his retinal scan, so the five combination locks would have to do until then. He placed the book back on the shelf in it's proper spot between volumes four and six. Having just sealed away his precious collection, he turned around in time for his door to be flung open quickly and a hollow, metal object was thrown into his room.

He stared at it for a moment, noticing how it moved on it's own. This was rather disturbing to him, as he had yet to see anything overly out of the ordinary since moving here. A boy with wings, and people of ungodly strength weren't to uncommon, as he had heard of the Chicago and Santa Fe incidents, but this was odd. It looked like something he saw out of a Disney movie as a child when it hit him as to what it was. "An oil lamp!" He blurted out feeling accomplished at his own (lack of) intelligence. But that still didn't explain why it was moving on it's own. It didn't appear to be mechanical...

"This is a tad messed up... I accept the existence of some things, but you mean genies exist to?" Yuki had gathered from the movement that there was something inside the container, his assumption putting the inhibitor at a genie. What he did not realize was that the great majority of the racket outside his room was the person living in that lamp kicking ass. Cautiously, he picked up the lamp and figured that if something as magical as that were real, it would be best to stay on their good side. So he placed it gently on a table between the two beds. This new fact uncovered, Yuki was scared as to what could be lurking out in the hallway causing all this racket. Trying to find the best course of action, he sat down on his bed and forgetting that his door was still ajar.
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Was it such a hard fact to accept that genies existed? Someone had to try and make the selfish a bit more selfless correct? Stories dating back centuries about the existence of the magical beings that held the very power of the cosmos in their pinky toe spread across the globe. Everyone knew the stories of the genie and what he or she could do. Even T.V. shows had been made about genies even though it was rather laughable as she looked nothing like a genie nor did they blink to conjure things up. The final straw was that there were only three wishes no more. One could wish less if they liked, but one should not meddle with such powers if one could avoid it. The genies held nearly the power to manifest and destroy the universe, but were inclined unable to do so. Such things were on the grasp of why for most genies. Why would they even want to bother? Life as they saw it was fairly simple for people and complicating such things would make the existence of most humans even more miserable then they already were. The reasoning actually differs by genie, but this was Shireen’s reasoning at least. Humans in most cases were rather miserable people and needed to be just a bit happier all around as they tended to be a little preoccupied with monkey business then actual happiness. Happiness was good.

Never once had she seen such a dimly lit room in all her years as a genie, well once she had, but that had been because the lights were off. This room was rather terribly dim almost as if the occupant of the room was not even around, but it was rather silly to have such a dark room and leave the door open wasn’t it? Well her anger quickly fell away as she peeked into the room allowing her normal curious nature to kick in. Shireen was not normally mad about anything, but humans seemed to have a terrible time keeping their hands off of things that were very important; her lamp being one of those things, at least in her mind it was rather important as she did not find it at all amusing to have her home and therefore her powers taken away. She did not really want to be ‘normal’ and therefore be a human. Most humans did not even want to be human and those that did well; they were just weird.

She floated in with nary a care looking at the odd things that had been put up to block out the light and other then the florescent light that filtered in from the hallway it was a rather dreary room. She could only guess that this was probably not a human’s room. Maybe a troll or a bat person occupied this room, as it did not seem very likely that trolls and bat persons liked dark places more than humans did. Most had a tendency to be rather light hearted and nice, but there were the few dark people, but never once had she seen such a drab and dreary room. Oh well, that really didn’t matter all that much at this moment in time. Her lamp however, did.

“Hello,” she blurted looking around trying to focus on more then the dimmed sources of light. “I think you have something of mine troll person. I would rather like it back before I’m forced to use force.” Shireen had never really been all too violent toward people as it was not all that funny for her to hurt someone. If someone else did it then it was actually rather hilarious, but hurting humans was a no-no for genies and she still followed that rule even though djinni were not really forced to follow those rules anymore. So she kind of let the rules stretch when she knocked that boy down and bit his shoulder. Really she had not intended to bite him, but it was kind of a reflex when he tried to hit her with it. She had done what had come naturally and if she needed to fight for her house again she would fight the troll.
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Keiko, may this all be in your memory. I couldn't bring your change.
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Yuki was not a troll. To some, he probably appeared as ugly as one, but he was not one. He was, in fact, human. Or at least human for the most part. Well, seeing as the parts that were added to him were crafted by human hands, he probably could technically refer to himself as human, despite all the things added to him. He also knew the term cyborg didn't quite fit. He had one actual robotic part in his eye, but the rest was just really advanced bioengineering.

He remained silent for a moment, looking at the one who had just entered his room. His normal eye could see just fine by the light, but his cyber eye could see in almost absolute darkness. Though in order for him to do any form of mission they likely would have sent him on, alternate modes of vision would have been great, but odds are they got lazy making him or something. Anyway, back to sizing up the newcomer. These two looked like polar opposites. Where as Yuki was very light complected with pale skin and white hair, this girl was rather tan and had dark black hair. Whereas most of her body was showing, Yuki kept himself covered up. Yuki's showing eye was bright and deep in color the girl had almost no color to her eyes. Yuki also figured personalities to be the same. Though by no means was Yuki ever even 85% correct with this, he usually guess enough about someone by things they wore etc. He always interpreted a lack of clothing or skimpy clothing as a sign of confidence or vanity. He closed his mechanical eye and focused past her trying to see her aura. This came as a slight shock to him. There was in no way any human could possibly have this aura. And since he knew little of what the other races were, he had to assume her the resident genie of the lamp that was flung into his room.

He still hesitated to answer; though odds were the girl was becoming impatient. He was rather unsure how to answer and since he was not the one who approached her, he thought it best to think of how to answer carefully. If his assumptions were true, then it would be best not to anger or provoke the being by barking back at her insults, though he did intend to point out that he was not a troll. Her lamp was something he would have to address as well, though her threats of violence also were a tad bit irking to him. He didn't like being threatened. He was more used to fighting unsuspecting human ass-holes, rather than mythical beings of power. As proof, he had just recently gotten his ass handed to him by some one in the gravity chambers. This very someone wasn't even phased by the full force of Yuki's enhanced abilities, aura and all. Finally, with enough thought behind what to say, Yuki stood up and limped over to the lamp sitting on the table. He picked it up, and walked over to her.

"Here, take it. Just please realize that I'm not a troll, but rather just a person who dislikes bright light."
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One can hear words, but then one can also hear words. It was in this case the fact that Shireen heard what the boy had said, but as they say it went in one ear and right out the other not having really stuck. The reason though as she was rather overjoyed to have her home back and out of the clutches of ruffians that might as well have been wolves trying to blow down her house with their feet; which is rather hard to do.

With a slight little squeal she snatched the lamp back and gave it a big hug finally having it back. It was a tight little squeeze, but she could not possibly harm her own house no matter how hard she tried. Releasing the little trinket from her grasp she examined the dull golden lamp making sure that nothing was out of place, dented, scrapped, or scuffed. The problem however was that after many years, thousands even, and the lamp looked rather dented, scrapped, and scuffed for the most part. It would have been hard to notice new ones, but Shireen insisted that it was necessary to do so every time something like this happened. It was like surveying your house after having it barraged by a storm. This storm consisted of feet, but still it was rather damaging. She moaned as she found a new little dent in the lamp. Prodding at it did not seem to make it any better either, but trying to fix it made her feel a bit better at least. Her happy demeanor turned a bit sour though, but none the worse for wear really so it would probably be okay in the end.

“Not a troll,” she laughed questioning his statement in her own subtle way. It was the same laugh she gave everyone. It was not necessarily at him or because of him, but just because laughing made her feel good. The question was mostly out of disbelief that he was in fact not a troll. Sure, he didn’t look like a troll, but then again she had never actually seen a troll before. She was pretty sure that trolls lived in rather dark places and this place was pretty dark for a dorm room. At least for the ones that were normally occupied when she managed to get in. She had been called a sneak, but there was no sneaking involved. Someone had told her there was no smoking in the dorms and they both had a good laugh until he stated that he was rather serious and that she should probably not do it anymore. She liked popping in on people though; when she was awake. “I don’t know why you like it so dark, but I suppose you humans are rather funny in that kind of way. Not funny ha-ha though, which is sad, as I like funny ha-ha.”

“I’m still not so sure you’re not a troll though. I’ve never seen a troll before and they could look a lot like humans,” she laughed again contorting her body so that she was floating upside down. She floated downward, which was upward to anyone still on a normal orientation, making sure that her eyes were level with his. Her long ponytail set on the ground as she looked at his eyes. Shireen was not odd by a long shot, she was just unique, but then again being locked up in a lamp for a few millennia will do that to anyone. “I guess you can’t be a troll though as they tend to be rather mean right? And you gave me my lamp back, which is rather nice of you. My name is Shireen. You look rather new to me, but then I tend to miss things when I’m sleeping so you may be old.”
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Keiko, may this all be in your memory. I couldn't bring your change.
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Yuki was rather confused the way Shireen was talking in circles. He may be new, yet also old? How the hell did he look old? Yuki kept asking himself little questions like that. Was he old looking because of his hair? He really hated getting made fun of for it. His mind shifted back several years to when he was in school, the incident in mind just one of many seemingly identical ones in which he was taunted vigorously for his every flaw.

A smaller version of Yuki stood there in the school playground. The wood chips under his feet were still damp from the rain that had happened recently. He stood off in a corner of it, adjusting his blue jeans. He would have worn Tripp pants at this age as well, but he found that they tripped him as they the smallest size would take some growing into. He stood there alone, like usual. And at least two or three days a week one of the confrontations happened out here. This was one of those days. Usually they were less violent, but today, one of the kids was angry about a snappy comeback from last time.

"Hey Grandpa hair!" No sooner had Yuki turned to see the boy who shouted at him did a rock come flying at his head. He jerked his head aside due to the abilities of his right eye. Soon, a few more students joined in this sadistic game of dodge ball as more rocks where thrown at 'Grandpa Hair.'

"Can't you hit me?" Just as Yuki said that and moved to dodge another rock as another student cried acceptance to his challenge, a rock flying from her hand and striking Yuki in the back of the head. He couldn't dodge what he couldn't see. In anger, he reached down and grabbed one of the rocks. With his accuracy, it meant trouble for the larger boy he through it at. A blown whistle distracted him. It was time to go in and bare wait until the afternoon bell for more such torture.


"My name is Yuki. It's a pleasure to meet you despite your half attempted insults. And for you're information, I am new. To this school and life in general depending on what was meant by your statement." Yuki barked back angrily, most of which came from the memory rather than his words target. Though he was getting fed up with her mocking him. He wondered if she would leave now that she had her lamp back...
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“Insults,” she laughed trying to find out if she was actually insulting him or not, but decided just to let that slide. If he really wanted her to insult him all he had to do was ask nicely or tell her so and she would. It seemed like it would be good for a laugh at least to have a little go back and forth with insults, but Yuki really didn’t seem like the type to hurl insults. Shireen really wasn’t the type to do it either nor did she really know any other than the one’s she had picked up from watching soap operas with Granny. Some of them were rather funny and it really messed up one’s perceptions on humanity; especially Shireen’s. Everyone was to be rather happy unless the one they loved was being rather monkeyish with someone else. All lovey dovey and that was always really funny, half due to bad acting and half due to the human aspect of the entire thing.

“You’re new at life? Like a baby? You couldn’t be a baby. You have to be at least seventeen right,” she asked still laughing, but that was normal for her. Her concept of time was rather off. She looked only about 17 for the most part and Yuki couldn’t possibly be any older than that so she guessed 17 even though Shireen was working on her third millennia as of now. She’d be 2501 years of age in the fall, but yet she still looked no older than Yuki himself. “It’s nice to meet new people at the school. Sometimes there are just not enough funny people around here. You’re funny right Yuki? Come on let’s do something fun.”

Oh fun. That was always something that Shireen loved to find, but could never find for the life of her. She tried and tried and sometimes would find things that were mildly amusing, but never once had she ever found one person that could really captivate her attention for a great period of time. Maybe it was her lack of faith in humanity. Maybe it was the fact that the thing she really found funny was pain. Maybe it was the fact that she was a rather selfish floating girl that seemed to annoy whoever she met. Circumstances aside all she really wanted to do was have fun for a couple hundred years and then maybe she would get serious. That was reasonable—right?
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Keiko, may this all be in your memory. I couldn't bring your change.
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More she mocked him. But this didn't seem as bad being blaintly called a troll for some reason. This seemed less like what some one did out of anger and more out of boredom, and bored he was as well. At her remark about fun, Yuki's calmer expression was replaced by something between disbelief and fear for the apocalypse in which his one revealed eye was open rather wide with the eye brow above it arched more than usual and his jaw just sort of hanging there. People did not come to him to have fun. Ever. It was just the way things worked. Not only would it be required for people to like him first, but also for him to do more than just sit around and read while in public places.

His mind quickly went over what was fun to him. Anime and all things along those lines didn't seem like they would appeal much to Shireen. If it was messing with people she liked, he could figure out who bombed him with the water balloon and 'get even.' But the water balloon was harmless fun and Yuki didn't take it to heart to much. It had, after all, been what sparked conversation with Melody that day in the park.

First, to correct her misconception on his speech, however. "I am newer to life than old. I believe the average life of a human is eighty something and I am sixteen. But he really had no idea how he could aid this genie in her quest for 'fun.' Well, what kind of fun do you like? Drinking? Annoying?

(Okay, small post. Sorry, but writer's block has been killing me with this topic)
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Ah how fun it was to be around new people. Shireen really wasn’t the type to judge people harshly on appearance at all or what they liked to do for fun, but she had her own mindset on what fun was and how one was to go about procuring it. Yuki seemed like the type that liked to have fun and since he wasn’t preoccupied with some human girl like most human boys she met he was the perfect candidate to go out and have some fun. What was fun though? Fun was whatever one made it. Frankly Shireen wasn’t picky about fun and there were so many things that she had not done yet. One does not really find the time to have ‘fun’ when one sleeps 20+ hours a day on average. Granted sometimes it was less, but sometimes it was more so when she did have fun usually it was at the expense of others for about 4 hours or so. Today it seemed it would be Yuki that would be forced to put up with her until she got bored. Sure he could say no and tell her to leave and she would. It was normal to follow orders, but big decisions she really couldn’t make yet. She never really had all that much free will even in the time that she had been ‘free’ no real big decisions ever came up until Granny passed on and she decided to go find the rest of her ‘family’ so to speak.

In that time of traveling the world she really didn’t have that much fun. Marsinah was always trying to get her to put her mind to the grindstone and buckle down and become an active part of the community, but Shireen wasn’t really ready to do that. She was still in that rebellious teenage phase that genies have when they first become djinni. They really don’t want to listen, but yet they tend to do so when it is in their best interest. Working and learning really didn’t seem that – fun, even though she had come here to learn, but she got to meet people, even though for the most part they were funny humans. Humans though were really odd and fun sometimes and Shireen really liked Yuki’s funny face that he was making. That confused look that she had seen people make before made her laugh a bit, but then when she had not been laughing?

“Annoying,” she questioned as Yuki made suggestions as to what types of fun they could have. The real question was what types of fun did she like. “What do I like to do for fun? Well I like to… um…er,” She would have to think about that for quite sometime, but decided just to answer with the informal shrug and a laugh. Trying to think about that was like trying to think about what to have for dinner without actually knowing what one had in the kitchen. “No drinking fun though. Drinking isn’t any fun.”

She knew what ‘drinking’ was and frankly she didn’t find it all that fun. Hajji had found it hilarious and Tara had even warned her not to go out drinking with Hajji, but did she listen? Yes she did – that is until Hajji snuck her out of the house to go out to a bar and get drinks. It was rather hard to do so with both of them looking like 17 year old kids, but Hajji was a registered doctor and had a few little strings he could pull. Drinking, for a djinni, was no walk in the park. Humans may like the sense of abandon and calming feeling very pleasant, but djinn did not have that same feeling. Intoxicants only gave them a severe case of the hiccups with was no real way to have fun, even though Hajji laughed for quite a bit until he saw some girl he knew. Now hiccups don’t seem like all that bad, but they get them so bad that they can barely walk because they are hiccupping at such a rapid rate. She got even later though when she told Tara. Shireen laughed for quite a long time as Tara gave her husband a stern talking to.

(By far your posting has been equal to about 10 posts from some of the other members. Writer's block or note you are doing a fine job. Oh and uh sorry for the delay with this one. I've been rather busy/lazy.)
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Keiko, may this all be in your memory. I couldn't bring your change.
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Yuki was getting more and more confused as this went on. The realization that this could just be an obscure dream came to his mind once or twice, but it just seemed overly possible in a place like this that he didn't question it to much. He did question why the genie came to him seeking fun. Of all people, he just seemed like a rather poor choice. Seeing as this was Japan, a few other people may share his interest in anime or something. He doubted her liking to write the way he did and that was mostly something one did alone. Just randomly goofing off may work, but that's better in large groups...

Such was the dilemma, common amongst most people: boredom from hell and unable to think of something to cure it with. Well there was one thing that came to mind that the two of him can do, partially inspired by the manga he had just put away. He cringed at the thought of it and shoved the thought from his mind. Nothing was really all he could come up with.

Then there was the idea. He remembered the one thing that he'd never heard of a girl not liking to do: shopping. He could always hit the manga stores in Tokyo or something and decided that was at least worth offering. "Well, do you like shopping or something?"

((Thanks... Sorry this one's small too. I took me for ever to come up with the wording to even talk about nothing for a paragraph on this one...))
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