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Post by Midori Itano on Jul 22, 2015 18:48:00 GMT -5
 ▼ With school over on the last day of the week, Midori decided to go for some shopping. Maybe on some groceries or furniture. Or maybe even clothes. If there's one thing Midori always get on the streets, it would have to be the stares from other people. She wasn't too sure if those were stares of awe for her to wear such an outfit, stares of disgust for her to wear such a revealing outfit, or interest for... well... other reasons. She wouldn't mind if those types of stares were from a woman, though. Especially one that's with interest. Probably not, unfortunately.
There were just so many things to do right now in the streets, she just didn't know what to do first. In actuality, Midori didn't really eat much at all today during work. Hell, she didn't even bring anything to work. She had to go to the vending machine and pick up a few chips and drinks and call it her lunch. As unhealthy as it seems, this wasn't the first time Midori pulled off something like this. It was a habit that she tries to break, but remains glued to her.
So yeah, food would definitely be the first thing to look for.
That said, Midori began to look for a restaurant to grub some food on. Not too expensive or fancy, but not too cheap either. Or at least something that can fill her stomach up.
▲ -@tag here - words - muse - notes - MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2015 23:10:59 GMT -5
Does she look alright? Is her hair too long? Was it a better idea to clip her hair again?
Never has Franziska been so conscious of how she looks like today. Her hair had grown a few inches, reaching right upon her shoulders, and looks curvier unlike before. She has no clip or any accessory for her hair as well, since it didn't look good now that it looks entirely different from before. She doesn't look like the usual maid she is, but her poor sense of direction is still in tact.
She was following someone for quite a while now, right after losing track of where she was around the streets. Specifically this raven-haired woman, who supposedly was an adult which might've helped the poor girl get out of the crowd. Simply nibbling on to her food, a sling bag clung by her side (filled with even more snacks and pocket money), it's like Fran has gotten a new identity. Lucky of her to be unnoticed by the woman for just minutes, as to say 'I'm short and people don't usually notice me'. Her subtle footsteps makes it easier for her to stay invisible, whilst 'stalking' this person of course.
I wonder if I ever get noticed by this woman...
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Post by Midori Itano on Jul 23, 2015 16:05:06 GMT -5
▼ Luckily Midori found a food stand near by. She can already smell the delicious meat just not too far ahead. Perfect. Following the scent, she came across a food stand not too crowded. Before she knew it, she already next to order. Midori didn't ask for anything too much. Just a simple kushiage would fill her up. Once she paid for her food, she then walked off, taking small bites of her order. She wasn't that hungry anyway.
Now that she got her food, what else could she do? Maybe she could take a break? Nah, it really hasn't been that long since Midori started to walk all over town, so a break wasn't called for just as yet. Maybe she can just walk around for a little bit until she finishes her food. Or maybe sit while she eats on a bench before she goes into any other shop.
Still, for some reason Midori didn't feel so... safe, or at least alone in that matter. Oh well, maybe that odd and strange feeling will soon go away. It'll have to. Eventually.
▲ -@tag here - words - muse - notes - MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2015 4:39:39 GMT -5
She had only been chomping on little biscuits from her bag that was full of food, but she got the feeling that following this woman will get her nowhere. Not to mention that she's still stuck in the crowd. But then again...maybe somehow she could get out of being lost, and hopefully, Franziska would thank the female with black hair.
Noticed something familiar, some place she's been to before. Though it was filled with food stands selling street food, the location just clicks in the girl's head. She knows this, she's sure of that, probably. Don't tell me, this is-- her head tapped into realization. This place was a part of the streets where many start filling the gap between body contact. Something like lunch time rush, just happening on pretty much a daily basis. This is bad. Crap.
People join in together, forcing people to bump into each other. Eventually, everyone had no other choice but to squeeze both ways in escaping and entering this part of the streets recklessly. Franziska was obviously in the middle of the crowd, but squirms and flails her way out, luckily encountering the same female again. She lightly holds on to the female's shirt behind, able to follow something other than roaming further around.
Damn bustling place.
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