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Ryou and Rebecca... The encounter! :O [30 Dec 2004|09:14pm]
[ mood | bored ]

(( Whee~~~~ <3 I posted :O! And because the Seto-amnesia thing is pretty big and Ryou's such a helpful fellow ;D, this journal entry/thread thing is backtracking a bit. Whoo~... xD ))

Ryou took a seat on a bench near the pond, resting his chin on his hands. The journalist still had one week left of his vacation, and he was already bored with all the spare time he had. He was bored.... Extremely bored. This is one of the reasons why I don't take vacations in the first place...

Rolling a stone around in his fingers, Ryou threw it into the pond, watching the ripples spread. The sun still shone brightly, for an overcast day. Sighing, Ryou leaned back on the bench, closing one eye. He wanted to talk to someone... Anyone. He took another stone, and threw it into the pond, listening to the 'kerplonk' sound it made.

Briefly, he wondered what would happen if he actually hit someone with a rock.

23 apologies | I'm...Sorry?

[24 Nov 2004|03:06pm]
[ mood | *yawncheer* ]

(( *is attached to this LJ >>;* ))

Ryou sat in his room, which had been cleared of all therapy-related items, staring at the five blocks of gum in front of him. He had been working for some time now to figure how to help Bakura, and he had finally found the answer.

Exhaustion.

Oh, sure, it seemed... Odd, but Ryou was undoubtfully sure that it would work. If Bakura was too tierd, then he might not have the dreams.

The only obstacle now was to find a possible way to get the other extremely tierd. Of course, Ryou could do anything if he tried hard enough. After a few days of search, Ryou was down to his last attempt - gum.

Wincing as his jaw twinged, Ryou removed another wad of gum out of his mouth, dropping it into the wastebasket. He eyed the other five, sitting innocently on his desk. In each piece, he had added something in it, something that would cause drowsiness. However, the ones that would had a form of drug in them, much similar to the pills Bakura was already taking. Ryou didn't want that.

Sighing again, Ryou randomly selected another one, popping it into his mouth. He stood up, reaching for his novel, yawning slightly. He froze. A... Yawn? A small grin spread over his face. "I did it!"

His eyelids began to droop, even as he spoke. "I... Did..." Before he could complete his sentence, Ryou dropped to the floor in a peaceful slumber.

42 apologies | I'm...Sorry?

[17 Nov 2004|03:12pm]
[ mood | indescribable ]

As per Bakura's reqest, and I suppose my manager's, I have taken two weeks off of my job.

...This is so boring... >>;

*sigh* I suppose this is what a journal is for. I haven't kept one in years... Ever since high school, I'd suppose. Why? I guess it was because I had to take a therapy class, and Suichi-sensei said that we had to learn to block our emotions if we ever became a therapist. That including diaries.

...Which makes me pretty thankful I didn't decided to follow a career of therapy. Besides, from what happened with Bakura a week ago, I'm not a very good one.

I've been thinking about his predicament, though, and I think I've figured something out... I just need to ask Atemu about something.
Am I going to Europe?Collapse )

33 apologies | I'm...Sorry?

Cleaning [07 Oct 2004|07:51pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]

Ryou slipped into his room, closing the door firmly behind him, hoping to muffle the soon-to-be sounds that would come from across the hall, where Atemu and his yami were. Not like it bothered him or anything. He crouched down, pulling out his box of 'treasures', the small frown changing into a smirk. Running his fingers down the leather clothes, Ryou let his mind wander.

It had been a while, hadn't it? Laughing, joking, having wholesome fun. But it changed. Everything, to Ryou, seemed... Strained. Almost as if... His life... Ryou sighed, shaking his head. "Don't think about it..." He gently brought a black leather shirt up to his face, burying himself in the crisp, leather smell and touch. He wished he could have someone to talk to.

"Maybe I'll go out..." he murmured, lifting his face from the leather. "Yes... The park or something. I haven't been there for quite some time..."

Ryou stood, stowing away his 'treasures' back under the bed, and in even further. He grabbed his keys off of his desk, passing the bathroom door without so much as a second glance. "Park," he mumbled, easing open the front door as he slid on his black jacket. "Pond..."

(( Ryou's journal was empty... So I made it filled xD ))

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