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 Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 1:40 am
9.11.06
Dear Diary,
You won't beleive what happened today! I was watching the news, and they said that something crashed into the ocean and flooded the coastline! All those poor animals! I hope they're okay... and I hope that no one's house got flooded.
But, the news also said that they don't know what caused it. How weird! I bet it was a meteor. What else could make such a big splash, and then, poof, vanish into thin air? Hmm... maybe not. I saw some people cleaning up the beach, and the bits they had sure shined in the sun like metal, not rock. And I ought to know, right? ^_~
Maybe someone tried to attack us? That would be awful! I hope not.
Anyway... I'm on the bus to the beach now, while I'm writing this to you, so I hope you don't mind my sloppy handwriting. I'm going to help them clean up... and look at the shiney things, of course. I knew they were waiting for me when I saw them on the TV, and I bet they're even prettier in person.
Oops, here's the stop. I'll talk to you later, diary, and tell you things went, okay?
Love,
Ume
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 1:43 am
Clean up the Beach!Rayne Winner It was as if he had Super Enviromentalist Senses that had gone off as he was among the first, if the not the very first, person down at the beach cleaning up. For those looking closely or those that knew him they could catch sight of him in the news report as he moved about his work. Masaya had his pants cuffed up above his knees, while his shirt, shoes, and socks were waiting out of the way on dry land. He was wading and cleaning things up with a net that he'd brought along with him, helpful for catching all of those smaller bits that floated amongst the waves. Such a mess... he wondered what they would find to be the source of all of this, it hadn't been so bad the last time he was down here. Masaya wasn't sure why but when he picked up a bit of metal and looked it over he had this moment where he turned to look over the water, eyes sinking half shut as he starred at the glittering surface as if trying to look through it. They seemed for a moment to freeze over... then the moment passed. The boy shook his head and was back to sifting out the bits from the water. When his net was full he brought it out of the water to dump it into the growing pile that would be sorted out later for recycling. rimedragona Ume had been watching TV on the window displays at a store when the news report came on. Though she had felt for the plight of the animals (she knew what being homeless and hungry was like), but the thing that had really driven her to come here was the fact that some of that junk was simply glittering in the sunlight at her. Taunting her. Calling to her. She couldn't resist, even if it was trash. So she'd caught the first bus across town to the water. And now, here she was, pausing awkwardly at the edge of the beach, not sure where to start or who to talk to. She could see some people wading in the water with nets, and there were some others picking up the larger chunks off the beach. All of it was being dumped into one nearly irresistable pile in the center of the beach. Ume found herself staring at with wide eyes, but managed to tear her gaze away so she could ask, "Hello! Is there anything I can do to help? You don't need someone to sort through that, do you?"Rayne Winner Masaya turned towards the voice asking if she could help and he made his way over to her, smiling, "Hello." He greeted, glad to see another person here to help with the clean up. If people kept showing up at this rate the beach would be back to its true and beautiful state in no time. His smile on seemed to grow at what seemed to be an offer, "Yes, actually we were going to sort it out into smaller piles to be recycled we just haven't go to that yet. With so much debrie floating around in the water we decided to start on that first but if you would like to start on the sorting that would be wonderful." Things would go quicker if someone was over here working on this task as well as the cleaning, his attention turned to look towards those that were still fishing things up from the water before he turned back to the newcomer, "Since we have a few people already over there then I can help you out here." rimedragona Ume smiled brightly and gave him a cheerful thumbs up. "Great! Oh, my name is Ume, Ume Kondou," she added as introduction. She looked over at the pile. "It'll be nice to have some company for this. A task is always more fun with someone to talk to. How will we do this?" she rambled a bit as she circled the junk. Various bits caught the light and glinted at her, and she couldn't wait to get them out and look at them. "This is mostly metal, it looks like... was it a plane? Oh, I hope no one was hurt. If it was a plane, that means there'll be wires, and they should be separate. What else?" she continued her stream of consciousness, pausing to look over at the other teen with an inquiring smile. Rayne Winner "Its nice to meet you Miss Kondou, my name is Masaya Aoyoma." He said, then looked over the daunting task that was getting this all separated out in various piles, "Well for the moment we will go with metal bigs, plastic though there is only a small amount of that, paper, and glass." He said, "After that we will separate it out into more specific piles. A plane? He glanced down at it. Ume was right, it did sort of look like that and to have such an impact to cause the water to rise like it did the thing that had hit the water would have to be big. Then on top of that having nobody telling them any details upon how the search was going... could it have actually been a plane? "We can hope that it was something other then that." He said after a moment, worried a little now for the passengers that could have been aboard. rimedragona "It's nice to meet you, too!" she said. Masaya Aoyoma. Ume tried to commit his name to memory, or she knew she'd be asking him a dozen times. Then she nodded at his instructions, and reached forward to begin the sorting. "Definitely. Or, if it was a plane, that it didn't have any people on it. Like... some test flight went bad, or something, right?"She pulled on a piece, and it came free from the pile, but it was tangled in a bunch of wires, and was blackened from some sort of fire. It wasn't at all attractive to Ume's klepto part of her brain, and so it got placed aside into the 'metal' pile. Several other pieces of junk later, the piles were growing, but it didn't look like they'd even made a dent in the larger pile. But this time, when Ume turned back to it for another piece, there was one that looked as though it had been melted, then cooled into a globular, enlongated shape. It was an interesting 'sculpture' and Ume immediately felt her fingers start to itch. She bit her lip, and picked it up, running her fingertips over it's rippled surface. A deep breath later, and she had dropped it about a foot away from the metal pile, hoping Masaya wouldn't notice. A short while later, another sparkly bit that looked like it might have been buttons or something was added to it. She glanced over at Masaya to see if he was noticing. She hoped not... explaining would be awkward. She'd probably be asked to leave. And she really did want to help.
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 12:10 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 2:18 am
Ume had been good the last several days, and had managed to not take anything that actually belonged to someone. She accomplished this mainly by keeping her eyes to herself and keeping a tight grip on her camera or bag. It wasn't easy, though, and she was getting a bit tired from the constant vigilance.
Just now, she was standing at a bus stop, on her way to a restaurant she had heard about. Her mind wandered as she waited, and her gaze drifted to the display window of a nearby shop. She drew closer and closer, entranced by the shiney items on display. A few seconds later, however, she jerked away, remembering she wasn't going to listen to her itchy fingers.
They are not mine. They are not mine. They are not mine... thank god, the bus, she thought, and waited for the door to open. She'd just made it to the back of the bus and sat down by the window when a sudden feeling of dizzyness made her reel, and she felt the urge to become sick. But I haven't eaten anything bad... was her thought before she slumped in the corner made by the seat and the bus wall, unconscious.
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It was... dark. Then the light began to grow, and she soon found herself surrounded by a weird setting, glowing and purple. She frowned, confused, and turned to look around.
She blinked in surprise as she met the gaze of a smallish kangaroo-type thing. She'd always loved to watch the Kangaroos on the television documentaries, but why was she meeting one in such a strange place?
She reached a hand out towards the little creature, and as she did so, she remembered that the small kanagroos were called wallabies.
The wallaby itself flicked it's long ears, and then hopped forward. Once, twice, and then a great leap that startled Ume back with a cry and the outstretched hand flung protectively over face. A rush took over her body, warm and pleasant, and she looked around for the wallaby, thinking it had leapt over her.
She rolled over and pushed herself to her feet, almost stumbling again as she did so. It seemed she'd put much more power into her push upright than she'd thought.
She closed her eyes and shook her head slowly, and when she opened them she found herself back in the bus, but the light outside had changed from mid to late afternoon.
"Wha?" she asked, startled and worried. She wasted no time in pulling the brake and exiting the bus. This whole thing had been just a little too weird, and she was a bit unnerved.
Once away from the bus, she checked her bag, and amazingly, found everything still in there. But, it had been sheilded by her body. Now that some time had passed, she was ready to laugh about the weird dream, and she wondered if she should still try to find that restaurant she'd been looking for. They'd had a chicken dish she'd wanted to try.. but for some reason, the thought of eating meat nauseated her.
"Hm. Must be sick or something. That would explain passing out... and the dream. I'll just get somthing... light. Like... Tempura. or some kappa rolls," she muttered as she wandered off. This was definitely something to add to her diary.
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