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piratejournal2014-01-27 12:21 pm
hostclubshadowking) wrote in piratejournal2014-01-27 12:21 pm
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[Action:
For Tamaki:
It says a lot, probably, that it's just about half an hour after dawn when Kyouya appears on deck. He hasn't been sleeping, and it shows. Then again, he's been keeping to himself since their argument, nursing his wounds and trying to figure out how to bridge the silence.
But he knows none of the others are likely to be awake yet. Only Tamaki.
Who, thankfully, is up. And looking out to sea.
So, Kyouya walks over to him, silent as he leans against the rail. There's a lot to say, a lot to do, but he knows most of it won't come. So, instead, he puts his hand beside Tamaki's. Pinkie to pinkie, side to side. The faintest of touches. He won't do more. He'll leave that to Tamaki. Either to walk away or to take his hand.
His voice is very low, almost exhausted, as he offers:]
My mother and father never fought. At least, we never saw them fight. My father's word was law.
So... I don't know what I'm suppposed to do now.
[He knows he should apologize. But... he's as stubborn as Tamaki here. Neither of them think they're wrong. Why should they pretend they do?
He's just tired of this silence. Of this isolation.
General:
After his talk with Tamaki, Kyouya goes below and uses a small blade to afix something to the door of Haruhi's bunk.
It's a drawing, left for her and easily seen by others.
For the rest of the day, he can actually be found around the ship, up on deck, rather than hidden away in his cabin, only appearing for meals.]
[Written:
Around sunset, Kyouya is on deck with his journal. He opens the book and writes in it.]
141 days.
Almost five months.
At least the witch is dead. Just in time, too, for the next wave of newcomers, which I'm sure will happen soon. Like clockwork, almost.
Hopefully we'll hear from Dog. She missed her usual day, but sometimes she does.
-Otori
For Tamaki:
It says a lot, probably, that it's just about half an hour after dawn when Kyouya appears on deck. He hasn't been sleeping, and it shows. Then again, he's been keeping to himself since their argument, nursing his wounds and trying to figure out how to bridge the silence.
But he knows none of the others are likely to be awake yet. Only Tamaki.
Who, thankfully, is up. And looking out to sea.
So, Kyouya walks over to him, silent as he leans against the rail. There's a lot to say, a lot to do, but he knows most of it won't come. So, instead, he puts his hand beside Tamaki's. Pinkie to pinkie, side to side. The faintest of touches. He won't do more. He'll leave that to Tamaki. Either to walk away or to take his hand.
His voice is very low, almost exhausted, as he offers:]
My mother and father never fought. At least, we never saw them fight. My father's word was law.
So... I don't know what I'm suppposed to do now.
[He knows he should apologize. But... he's as stubborn as Tamaki here. Neither of them think they're wrong. Why should they pretend they do?
He's just tired of this silence. Of this isolation.
General:
After his talk with Tamaki, Kyouya goes below and uses a small blade to afix something to the door of Haruhi's bunk.
It's a drawing, left for her and easily seen by others.
For the rest of the day, he can actually be found around the ship, up on deck, rather than hidden away in his cabin, only appearing for meals.]
[Written:
Around sunset, Kyouya is on deck with his journal. He opens the book and writes in it.]
141 days.
Almost five months.
At least the witch is dead. Just in time, too, for the next wave of newcomers, which I'm sure will happen soon. Like clockwork, almost.
Hopefully we'll hear from Dog. She missed her usual day, but sometimes she does.
-Otori
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It takes a lot of stupidity to come up with something like that as a business strategy. It's right up your alley!
[It would probably be more harsh if he weren't still grinning.]
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[And now, his hands shall comfortably reach for Hikaru's neck and strangle him.]
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I bet you'd throw something completely wrong, like tea leaves! Or a rock! [Because it would either be completely ineffectual (tea leaves) or too much (a rock). There is no middle ground.]
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Is that a challenge?
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Who ever wins, gets to call dibs on the room next to Haruhi and Karen's room. The remaining officer room! [He stays at the master cabin though.]
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We'll begin when we get back to Isla Empieza. Whoever can get the most good-natured attention by throwing nuts at strangers, wins!
[By which he means, "whoever can throw the most nuts and get away with it".]
The "Win Them Over With Nuts" game! [Or 'Drive Them Nutty' game, or 'Business Nuts' game, or any other name he feels like giving it later.]
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[But upon hearing the name he extends his hand as well and shakes Hikaru's hands.]
Who else will be joining us?
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[He shrugs at the question of who else will join them. Kaoru's been busy lately, but he might have time... He won't sign him up without asking, though. If there's one person Hikaru has genuine consideration for, it's Kaoru.]
We'll limit it to our own crew, for now. Anyone except Haruhi can play!
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Okay! Mhmmm... Maybe I should ask Kyouya too........
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You're our King, aren't you? [The way he says 'King' is teasing, and it sounds more like a jibe than anything else; he's only used that word because he knows what the likely reaction to it will be.
In other words, he's expecting Tamaki to use his Host Club skills to get through it. He won't offer any more hints than this, though - it'll be funnier for him if Tamaki doesn't realize he can use his charm for this game.]
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I will win this~!!!