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blue_bells) wrote2006-11-03 11:17 am
blue_bells) wrote2006-11-03 11:17 am
Tekken += Incomplete, Overdone and Untitled (I.O.U.) [G]
I have an exam tomorrow at 9AM ON A SATURDAY, so this is a fly-by update to apologise for the writing hiatus and those overdue drabble responses. This is another drabble I'd completely forgotten about, it jumps from scene to scene in reflection of my laziness. Once exams are over I'll address those drabbles and other challenges. Good luck to all with assessment!
» Title: Incomplete, Overdone and Untitled (I.O.U.)
» Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
_bluebells | k(at)noiresensus(dot)com | http://www.noiresensus.com
» Fandom: Tekken
» Rating: G
» On Going (WIP)/One-off/Series Name: One-off
» Classification(s): Drabble (Incomplete fic)
» Warnings: Introspections of a morose half-devil. INCOMPLETE. UNBETAED.
» Pairing(s): None
» Summary: Jin hugs a tree and broods, borderline panic attack. Quel grand surprise.
Jin breathed, but his chest was tight and his stomach felt like it was being tossed in a storm. He leaned his full weight against the weeping willow and as he willed the floor of his stomach to settle, his lungs to draw deeper breaths. A peal of giddy laughter dragged his eyes up.
Xiaoyu perched on a bench not ten metres away.
Her back was to him and she was sprawled next to a young woman in the same polytech uniform beside her on the park bench, whose hair reminded him of another redhead who was loud, rude, and always forced Jin to draw in on himself. The memory of Hwoarang's smirking face made Jin close his eyes, flushed with shame.
Every time he tore his attention away from his mission it came back to the two of them. Two people unacquainted with each other and hardly acquainted with himself, but once... once, for whatever reason, they had demanded him to stay.
He spoke with few people these days.
Would Hwoarang still think Jin was worth his time? Had Xiaoyu already filled her circle of friends? Did they still want to know him? Who would he think of if they looked past him in the crowd?
Where did this paralysing dread come from?
Jin released a long breath and leaned back against the tree. He was going to be sick.
"And then she realised I'd switched our gym shorts!" Xiaoyu clung to her friend as they doubled over in hysterics, Xiaoyu nearly fell off the bench and their high laughter carried over the park.
Maybe he could approach while they were distracted, but his feet wouldn't move and his stomach was leaden.
Staring at Xiaoyu's back he understood that he was a coward. He knew that he would turn and allow himself to walk away. He knew it was possible he would nurse the regret for unmeasured weeks. He was prepared to face down his own family, but when it came to people who had once shown a care for him, he was hopeless without a plan.
As he turned from the sight of the park bench, Jin remembered that he might still have Xiaoyu's contact email.
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"C'mere, Champ," Steve gestured Jin closer and swung an arm around his shoulders. "There aren't enough fingers on these hands for all the people hunting you right now. So keep your chin up, y'can't afford to slow down."
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Hwoarang and Xiaoyu backed up as Jin bowed. This was not a formality they had expected from him.
"I'm sorry for everything," Jin sraightened, glancing between them before he quickly turned and left the room.
Silence rang until Xiaoyu and Hwoarang looked at each other.
"Which of us was he apologising to?" Xiaoyu asked.
Hwoarang scowled deeply. "'The hell does that mean, anyway? 'Sorry for everything?'"
Xiaoyu perked as though a bulb had lit above her head. "He's saying goodbye."
Hwoarang snarled and immediately leaped to his feet. "Again?! Oh, no he's not!"
A/N: The End? I've forgotten where this was going (a fast track down to nowhere, I'd say).
» Title: Incomplete, Overdone and Untitled (I.O.U.)
» Author:
_bluebells | k(at)noiresensus(dot)com | http://www.noiresensus.com» Fandom: Tekken
» Rating: G
» On Going (WIP)/One-off/Series Name: One-off
» Classification(s): Drabble (Incomplete fic)
» Warnings: Introspections of a morose half-devil. INCOMPLETE. UNBETAED.
» Pairing(s): None
» Summary: Jin hugs a tree and broods, borderline panic attack. Quel grand surprise.
Jin breathed, but his chest was tight and his stomach felt like it was being tossed in a storm. He leaned his full weight against the weeping willow and as he willed the floor of his stomach to settle, his lungs to draw deeper breaths. A peal of giddy laughter dragged his eyes up.
Xiaoyu perched on a bench not ten metres away.
Her back was to him and she was sprawled next to a young woman in the same polytech uniform beside her on the park bench, whose hair reminded him of another redhead who was loud, rude, and always forced Jin to draw in on himself. The memory of Hwoarang's smirking face made Jin close his eyes, flushed with shame.
Every time he tore his attention away from his mission it came back to the two of them. Two people unacquainted with each other and hardly acquainted with himself, but once... once, for whatever reason, they had demanded him to stay.
He spoke with few people these days.
Would Hwoarang still think Jin was worth his time? Had Xiaoyu already filled her circle of friends? Did they still want to know him? Who would he think of if they looked past him in the crowd?
Where did this paralysing dread come from?
Jin released a long breath and leaned back against the tree. He was going to be sick.
"And then she realised I'd switched our gym shorts!" Xiaoyu clung to her friend as they doubled over in hysterics, Xiaoyu nearly fell off the bench and their high laughter carried over the park.
Maybe he could approach while they were distracted, but his feet wouldn't move and his stomach was leaden.
Staring at Xiaoyu's back he understood that he was a coward. He knew that he would turn and allow himself to walk away. He knew it was possible he would nurse the regret for unmeasured weeks. He was prepared to face down his own family, but when it came to people who had once shown a care for him, he was hopeless without a plan.
As he turned from the sight of the park bench, Jin remembered that he might still have Xiaoyu's contact email.
"C'mere, Champ," Steve gestured Jin closer and swung an arm around his shoulders. "There aren't enough fingers on these hands for all the people hunting you right now. So keep your chin up, y'can't afford to slow down."
Hwoarang and Xiaoyu backed up as Jin bowed. This was not a formality they had expected from him.
"I'm sorry for everything," Jin sraightened, glancing between them before he quickly turned and left the room.
Silence rang until Xiaoyu and Hwoarang looked at each other.
"Which of us was he apologising to?" Xiaoyu asked.
Hwoarang scowled deeply. "'The hell does that mean, anyway? 'Sorry for everything?'"
Xiaoyu perked as though a bulb had lit above her head. "He's saying goodbye."
Hwoarang snarled and immediately leaped to his feet. "Again?! Oh, no he's not!"
A/N: The End? I've forgotten where this was going (a fast track down to nowhere, I'd say).
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Oh Jin, you tree hugging, socially retarded, brooder, the only choice for human interaction NOW is if you take off your shirt and start selling your body. It will be for the best.
And AW Steve cheering Jin up, possibly even with an adorable chin tuck and British shoujo sparkles. I'm not sure where the 'british' part of shoujo bubbles come in, but you know, floating union jacks maybe.
And Jin bowing and saying goodbye? For WHAT? Is he going to disappear to Australia again, this time to brood on the beaches and look dashingly buff and emo on rock outcroppings?! Maybe this is his way of telling them he's giving UP this life of FIGHTING and melodrama and starting a career in modelling where his pout can CHARM THE WORLD and he can wear tiny speedos without incrimination. The 'sorry' to Hwoarang is because Jin's going to steal Blood Talon to be his new modelling name, and the apology to Xiaoyu is because... there are other fish in the sea, and Jin had sekritly stolen Xiaoyu's underwear to sell for cash in order to start his career.
... what? *innocent*
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Your icon says it all.
Floating, glittery union jacks and potatoes.
If Jin goes to Australia again, he needs to settle further south -- like, NSW-ACT south (I assume Jin's pissing off to do the family thing, chainsaw massacre style). Jin, the bloodied eagle panty thief... it'll work wonders on the catwalk.
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Out of curiosity, did you delete/change you lj name of
And... sorry I haven't been around much again. Let's just say I alcohol and I became a little TOO close...
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I don't know about the bravenet accounts, it was always Mage who handled any hiccups with them. We've never had to renew our accounts with them -- or if we did, we did so a long time ago. I hope your problem resolves itself and the counter shows up.
Dude, I haven't been around for a month. We each have our moments and you should really stop apologising for life's inevitables. :]
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But there *here* be my journal of greater world significance! (Yeah, right.)