Joo-Eun Cruz
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Talent: SHSL Poet
Year: 1st Year
Age: 16
Posts: 39
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Post by Joo-Eun Cruz on Nov 15, 2016 9:03:57 GMT 1
Joo-Eun Cruz - SHSL Poet
"Fiction is the truth inside the lie." - Stephen King
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After the earlier shenanigans and when the bodies were all cleared, the Poet had realized that the office proved to be a good place to write and relax, a good place to stay in if you wanted time for yourself. She would’ve opted for the worker’s lounge if not for the overwhelming amount of people there, Joo-Eun enjoyed writing alone after all. The solitary and calm was enough for the Poet to think and imagine what her poem would be, it was enough for her to create an artwork with just her words.
Joo-Eun Cruz, of course, was still human and needed a break from all of this. She needed a moment to take in the situation and she isn’t sure she can do it with people around her, she quite enjoyed the quiet of the office, actually. She had thought of the killing game, of the fact that they were trapped in this rusty house with nowhere to go, nothing to do less they kill.
The Poet shook her head and muttered, “Dios mio, I had came here to relax, not to burden my thoughts.” She took out her small notebook and ballpoint pen out of the pocket of her sweater, writing is good, writing is recommended, it was the only thing she was sure of. The only thing that she can do.
In writing she was able to escape reality, to create a new world through knitting the words together like an elaborate seamstress, and right now an escape is just what she needed. She thought that she would go insane if not for her notebook and pen.
Today Joo-Eun wrote about art, she didn’t know what triggered it, but she wrote about how she wanted to be an artist as a child, how she always loved the different strokes of the brush against the empty canvas, how the colors blended together to make a different picture every time. How she can’t be an artist herself, and how she grew to realize that sometimes passion just wasn’t enough.
Even so, the Poet still wished to be an artist. Time soon became irrelevant as the Poet continued to paint pictures with words and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep on the office table. The stress of the whole situation tiring her out.
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Tomoe Sunada
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Talent: Veterinarian
Year: 1
Age: 15
Posts: 60
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Post by Tomoe Sunada on Nov 17, 2016 4:07:43 GMT 1
There were a lot of things Tomoe did that tended to surprise people. The fact that she was a doctor was probably one of the biggest surprises people expressed after she introduced herself and what she did for a living at her age, but more than anything else people tended to be surprised about the fact that Tomoe here fancied herself a bit of an artist. She wasn’t a great artist or anything like that, nobody would ever say she was the next Van Gogh or Picasso, but she knew how to draw and paint well enough that she thought they were pretty and people could tell what they were.
And painting is what she was here to go. Having gathered supplies from the refinement center all she needed now was a good place where she could set up and take her mind off of things for a while and just kind of mindlessly paint. Sometimes that was how people did their best work, you know. And so there she was, after a lot of scouting and looking and lugging a lot of paints and brushes and everything else around to the point where her arms were getting tired before she finally lugs everything to the chief’s office. People had all gone off in various directions, the chief’s office would be perfectly acceptable for her to set up her art.
The only problem was that she had her hands full of stuff as she reached the door. Sure, she could just set them down and open the door like a normal person, but ain’t nobody got time for that. Instead with every bit of strength in her tiny body, Tomoe kicks the door (which wasn’t shot all the way so it didn’t really require all that effort, mistake number one) open and loudly drops her bag full of supplies onto a nearby table, sending things scattering on accident.
Oops. Hopefully that person who she just noticed had been sleeping was a heavy sleeper
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Joo-Eun Cruz
New Member
Talent: SHSL Poet
Year: 1st Year
Age: 16
Posts: 39
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Post by Joo-Eun Cruz on Nov 22, 2016 16:27:57 GMT 1
Joo-Eun Cruz - SHSL Poet
"Fiction is the truth inside the lie."
- Stephen King
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Joo-Eun wasn’t a heavy sleeper, in fact, she dreaded the thought of sleeping for a long time. A lot of work could’ve been done during that time that a person is asleep, instead they waste it on pretending to be dead. This fact, however doesn’t mean that she likes being jolted awake by the loud sound of someone kicking the door open.
She jumps in surprise and the files and notebook that she was sleeping on all falls down to the floor, she blames this all on gravity. Joo-Eun briefly thought of going back to sleep to stop the headache that she had acquired from suddenly waking up when she remembered where she was, at the sudden thought of a threat she quickly jumps up into a fighting position.
Well, as much of a fighting position as a person who writes for a living can do, anyway. She ended up looking like a mix between a praying mantis and a person trying to do the robotic dance, it didn’t look good. When she realized what she looked like, she quickly cleared her throat and composed herself.
She looked at the small white haired girl in front of her, she couldn’t remember her name, maybe if she was fully awake and not still half-asleep she would remember it. Now, though, Joo-Eun can’t remember her name, she was sure it started with a T... was it Tomato? Ah, oh well, she’ll go with it.
“O-Oh, I didn’t notice you were here, Miss Tomato, what brings you to the office?” She greeted the girl, she looked around and realized that they’ve both made quite a mess. There was paint scattered everywhere, there were also some paintbrush strewn about in the office. Joo-Eun, too, made a mess with the bond papers that she managed to scatter around in her moment of shock, only later would she realized that that was idiotic of her.
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Tomoe Sunada
Junior Member
Talent: Veterinarian
Year: 1
Age: 15
Posts: 60
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Post by Tomoe Sunada on Nov 26, 2016 1:30:10 GMT 1
[/font] Tomoe. Not Tomato. She can’t stress that enough. Without another word, Tomoe began silently setting up her various painting supplies up so she could get to work on whatever her artistic project for the day was. Art was one of the few things she could do at home that didn’t involve animals that tended to calm the young vet down but just as she was about to put brush to paper she paused and cocked her head to the side as she studied the other girl. “What are you doing here?”Not like she barged in on the other girl or anything at all. That would be rude [/ul]
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Joo-Eun Cruz
New Member
Talent: SHSL Poet
Year: 1st Year
Age: 16
Posts: 39
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Post by Joo-Eun Cruz on Nov 27, 2016 16:07:39 GMT 1
Joo-Eun Cruz - SHSL Poet
"Fiction is the truth inside the lie." - Stephen King
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Joo-Eun watched as the white-haired doctor looked behind her at the mention of Tomato. She didn’t get it, why would this girl look behind her if it was her name that was called? The little Doctor looked back at Joo-Eun and scratched her head, the Poet had noted that Tomato seemed confused.
“Tomoe found some art supplies, so she came here to paint.” The little Doctor replied to Joo-Eun, putting the stress on the name ‘Tomoe’. But why would she? Who was Tomoe that Tomato was talking about?
Unless, no, it can’t be that Joo-Eun got her name wrong. Did I get her name wrong? She thought to herself. Then, as if someone had suddenly taken the Poet out of her utterly embarassing sleepy daze, she was reminded that the little Doctor's name was actually Tomoe, not Tomato.
"Tomoe? Is that your name?" Joo-Eun asked her for confirmation, she needed to know, she couldn’t just simply believe that she actually called this girl a vegetable-fruit hybrid. "I'm terribly sorry if I got your name wrong, Miss Tomoe." She had emotionlessly apologized to Tomoe, she was in a killing game, she didn't need to make people mad at her.
Although she didn't understand the quickly fleeting look of disapproval in Tomoe's eyes when she was called Miss Tomato. There was nothing wrong with the vegetable-fruit hybrid, Joo-Eun liked Tomatoes, they were delicious and healthy.
And then, Tomoe returned the question to Joo-Eun, "what are you doing here?" She asked the Poet.
"I came here to have some time alone, although I guess that's already out of the picture seeing as you're here now." She replied to Tomoe, and then, she looked at the mess that they both made on the floor.
"I don't think the two bears would like it if we left this mess here," She had thought out loud, right now her only priority is her safety, and she cannot stand the idea of dying through a rule violation. The idea of that was just plain idiotic to her.
"Tell you what, Miss Tomoe," she started in what she thinks is a friendly tone, although it she had only said it loudly but her words still lacked emotion, she needed to work on how to be friendlier. "What if we work together today? I'll keep you company and draw with you, if you help me clean the mess in the room?" She offered the little Doctor.
Not that she'll do any help with the artwork, but she figured it's as good as a stress reliever as any. Besides, she needed to know more about art if she's ever going to write a good poem about painting.
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Tomoe Sunada
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Talent: Veterinarian
Year: 1
Age: 15
Posts: 60
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Post by Tomoe Sunada on Dec 16, 2016 12:34:15 GMT 1
"What if we work together today? I'll keep you company and draw with you, if you help me clean the mess in the room?"
Awwwwwwww, that was no fun at all. She had come in here to paint and take her mind off of things for a while so she could make it a point to not think about the horrible situation they were all in that everyone else seemed to be bemoaning about, and instead they wanted to do chores. Those were never any fun you know, who do you know that when they are asked “what are your hobbies” they reply with “you know, I really like to do various chores.” That would be a weird ass person if you did
But, you can’t just say that without coming off like a giant dick and so while Tomoe simply kept silent for a while, seemingly giving her proposal some serious thought, her paint brush hovering over the paper she had set out for the purpose of doing her paintings and finally she just starts to slowly nod her confirmation to what the poet had said like she had been talked into it.
“Tomoe guesses that would be okay.”
Glad that crisis had been solved.
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