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Post by Masami Maeda on Nov 5, 2009 4:30:48 GMT -5
Her experiences at duel academy passed, more often than not, as one big musical blur. No, Masami didn’t go through high school drunk, even if she did indulge in a glass of wine on a number of occasions. She just spaced out and grooved to the music whenever she could, and it was such a frequent occurrence that she was known across the school as the girl with the spacey headphones. After all, she almost never left her room without them, because truthfully, she felt a little naked whenever they weren’t adorning her neck.
The late afternoon sun had already dipped low on the horizon, and the rays started filtering through the partially shut blinds. She sat near the window at one of the plush tables in the common room, and checking her mp3 player, she had to shield it with her hands because the light had made the small screen difficult to read. With a few clicks of her nimble fingers, she had moved to another playlist. That was one of Masami’s many peculiarities. She would never interrupt a song in the middle—it was just bad karma, somehow, to leave a piece of artwork without surveying its entirety—but she would also never finish the playlists that she created for herself. Towards the end, she always lifted up her mp3 player, and clicked to the next of her many lists.
Her fingers returned to her laptop. The sleek looking machine ran a number of simulation programs, programs that seemed otherwise too advance for a girl of her level. She used them to enter her deck and draw and simulate the plays of thousands of games at a time, so she could return and analyze the best combos. It wasn’t very interesting to her, and she never put much stock into them, but she would occasionally like to see the way the simulations ran decks, because they—however limited they may have been—were still somewhat true to life. The AI wasn’t particularly bright, but many people weren’t either.
There she was, the pretty girl who swayed peculiarly to the beat piping from her high quality headphones while she clicked away at her computer. She never would have noticed anyone approaching; she was lost in her own world; that was just the way she liked it.
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Post by Jeena Trobe on Nov 5, 2009 19:21:06 GMT -5
It all felt....odd
Being in such a spacy, white and blue scenario, so many unknown faces, the continous monotony of blue swiddling across the corridors, Jeena felt alienated, she started to think this was some kind of punishment, getting luxirous, obsenelly oversized suite-like rooms for a single person which are rarelly ever filled in the first place, but having to stretch all around the behemoth dorm just to find it? Fair enough, Falco was nowhere to be seen, one worry less to the count, one to go, eve nthough she herself wasn't really sure what was the point of exploring the Obelisk dorm
She found herself over a huge staircase, letting out a slight 'hmm' she reached her vest, pulling a small notepad and a pen, moving her hand to her face she moved a way her pink hair on order to clear her view, scouting the area, not a lot to see but a huge, yet finely decorated waiting room, with a swipe and a circle she marked it on the paper, that kind of image which only its author could understand, several circles and lines interconecting them, marked with leters with a legend on the back of the page, she slid them once back again when they belonged, she left out a slight grunt placing her hand afront her forehead, maybe she needed a rest, but where? She had yet to find her room, did everyone had to tag along this burden?
After sliding down the seemingly endless staircase, she detected a group of cushions, anything to halt the recon mission, losing no time she proceeded to slid on it, slowly, trying to enjoy as much she could while it lasted, she pulled once again her small set from her vest, tapping the pen onto her head she fiddled her thumb to change the page, there was a small drawing of Flint and a lot of small calculations, she sighed heavily letting her head rest on her back, even though in the lazy movement she could notice something, moving her head once again into lock position afront, indeed there was another person on the room, whosoever it was, she seemed busy, so was Jeena anyways, so it was bether to keep her progress paralell to whatsoever this person was doing, she slid back into her notepad once again
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Post by Masami Maeda on Nov 5, 2009 22:10:26 GMT -5
She was so absorbed in her activities that she didn’t even notice the passing and going of a number of students in the common room. She had just noticed that the results of her fiend roar deck build came out with a number of consecutive victories, and she felt rather satisfied. The deck wasn’t perfect by any stretch, but she still liked the almost absurdly lengthy combos that she could execute with them. It was an immensely fun deck to play, and sometimes made her wish that she could carry more than 15 monsters in the extra deck.
Drumming her fingers against the cherry wood of the desk’s surface, Masami began to tweak different parameters for her simulations, and began to run different options through the computer. Without missing a beat, she flicked over to a new playlist, continuing her trend of never actually finding the time to finish an entire list.
A crazy deck idea ran through her head, probably inspired by the song that ran through, and she almost immediately got to work on it. Without hesitation, she typed a preliminary list on her computer, and began to set up the simulation programs to help test the new idea. Even though she wasn’t as obsessed with dueling as some of her peers may have been, she did enjoy it. And when she flung her attention towards a project, she attacked with an a zeal that only an artist seemed to have. The project didn’t stand a chance.
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Post by Jeena Trobe on Nov 6, 2009 18:10:12 GMT -5
It was a constant mental nag, the this-or-that which would fit, but not together, was that the tacking sounds that repeated over and over her head? Straying her attention away her notes she remembered not being alone, maybe it was that computer's keys, she swayed her head asides, putting out her small set, why would someone be using that kind of equipment in the middle of the Dorm? Probably that was what labtops were for, she was pretty sure if this small discovery would help her feel better, but curiosity suddenly struck her, maybe it would be good to say hi, or just to clean the dust from her mind to do something different, the simple impulse lead her to walk and watch the screen
She stopped right besides the person, keeping distance not to invade her space, with a small glimpse of the bright screen Jeena deducted what it was all about: A simulation system? Jeena remembers about seeing one of her old classmates with one of those, they were pretty much dumb and little reliable, still the whole scrambles and images reminded her of a certain card, excfept it was just for a split second, the image faded away into her mind, failing to remember Jeena felt a little frustrated, but the tapping sounds kept ringing onto her head, turning around, she could hear a slight whisper on her left ear
"...Rape..."
"Wha-!"
The sudden confusion made Jeena trip on her back, grunting and rubbing the back of her head Jeena halfly looked afront her, a strange looking feet way too familiar, "F-Falco!", she ended looking up to the Falcon to the face, his tanned skin hid the smile which reflected success, "Whaaat? Can't ya stand a little joke?", he continued, tapping its talons on the shield on his left arm, making a so-familiar noise, leaning over her left arm, and still trying to soften the pain she could hear those blasphemic joke, "You call that a joke?!", she quickly stood up, firmly grasping on her fists downwards
"You friggin scared the hell out of me! Do you really have fun doing this? I cannot understand how a -freak- like you can think that this behavior is act-"
Jeena slapped her mouth with both hands, Falco moved his head sideways, but after looking to his right, he noticed someone else would probably witness this conflict, he chuckled once again
"Now who's the freak eh?"
"Shut up", she whispered
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Post by Masami Maeda on Nov 8, 2009 3:41:13 GMT -5
With her headphones on and her music blaring, she could hardly hear the interaction between human and duel spirit going on in front of her. Several voices were talking, but none of them appeared as more than an indistinct murmur that her music quickly flooded out. With the rocking beat pumping through her body, she hardly had time to notice the girl evidently annoyed with one of her duel spirits idea of a joke.
She noticed one of the other girls moved towards her, taking a look at her simulation program. To be fair, while most simulations were stupid, this one was one of the better ones. Of course, it couldn’t quite imitate the plays of a top end player perfectly, but she found that even this system could routinely beat many of duel academy’s students. Unfortunately, Masami didn’t have much trouble beating ‘many’ of the duel academy students, nor did she feel that was the goal she should try to achieve. She wanted to be able to beat any of the duel academy students.
Without a word, she modified a few parameters on the program, running another deck design against her own. The best part of the deck was that she was able to rapidly run dozens of duels per minute, so she could compare just how certain side deck picks or tech choices were in a deck. That was information that far more useful than whatever win percentages she got out of it. It was as they say, the stupid man looks for ways to complicate things, but the smart person finds the genius in the simplicity.
A crash went off behind her, and it took her a second to turn around, as she had been so absorbed in the screen. When she finally did slowly turn her head, she noticed a girl prone on the floor, choosing to slap herself across the cheek. She figured it was a fairly unusual occurrence, but did not think too long on the matter before returning to her work and song.
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Post by Jeena Trobe on Nov 11, 2009 13:53:19 GMT -5
And he did it again.....
No mather how many times, the medium, not even if he was even trying, Falco managed to embarrass Jeena, or at least make her feel that way, standing up and cleaning up some dust from her clothing and staring at the still laughing bird, she was always inclined to attempt to punch him in the face, but it would just end into a succeeded taunt to make her trip again, she walked right through him and took her seat again, probably pretending as nothing has just happened, she picked up her small notepad again and continued tto write.....just anything, just for Falco to continue his evil scheme, "Come on eh! Who's the freak now? Who's the freak now?", he kept repeating, making strange poses everytime, which Jeena replied by switching the page of her notes, Falco took this as a challenged and childishly pretended to stomp the floor, looking back he noticed this person who was sticking into her own business, so he failed? Falco flew straight afront the person and between her little device
"Hey, Jeena there is asking you if you can make out"
"!"
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Post by Masami Maeda on Nov 11, 2009 22:23:17 GMT -5
“Don’t think I can help her,” she giggled. The thought of kissing another girl did not hold any particular interest or disgust in her. Her reaction was entirely as neutral as if someone had asked her about the weather or what the time was.
Masami did like the way the duel spirit flittered around. She identified it as Falcon of Mist Valley, even though she had never used a deck with him before. She must have heard about it class, or read about it somewhere, or perhaps ran into a deck that used it, either in a real duel or a simulation. Masami failed to remember, and for many people, the inability to remember may have bothered her, but Masami brushed it off as a temporary—and ultimately unimportant—lapse in memory. It would pass.
Removing her headphones from her head, Masami turned towards the girl on the floor. She wondered if she was on the floor because she had hurt herself, as she seemed there for a while and with a pretty sour expression on her face. Masami quirked an eyebrow and offered a hand to help her up. “Are you alright?”
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Post by Jeena Trobe on Nov 12, 2009 20:33:34 GMT -5
For some reason, Falco's expresion locked in a frozen smirk, while Jeena couldn't help to giggle to her answer, whenever she catched it was a trick or not wasn't important, he just failed again. Falco's expression shifted to a overly serious one, lifting his shoulders and walking to the oposite corner of the large hall, just to stop by Jeena's position, zooming his face straight to hers, she backed out a little, still poising with her smile of confidence, "Will haunt you again in 5 minutes", he kept hovering up in the air with a little help on the wind, her attention was caught again by this person's speech, "Oh...", she turned back to her, sliding her notepad back to position, "No, i am just fine, i just was a.... little surprised", she fiddled a little, maybe she did felt a little embarrassed for Falco's trick, "Sorry if i bothered you", she tried to sponge her fault, even though it wasn't exactly hers, but she didn't felt like making her partner feel worse, by pressing on her left arm she stood up from her position, with her left hand she moved her hair up a little, it was bugging her for a while
"My name is Jeena, a pleasure"
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Post by Masami Maeda on Nov 25, 2009 0:30:19 GMT -5
Masami took off her headphones and glanced up at the girl who was now floating above her chair. She listened to the girl who seemed a little embarrassed and apologetic, and flashed a slight smile. She was never the best at being warm, but she made an effort at least to not appear glacial. After all, she could have used the distraction, since as much fun as it was to sit there and listen to music and number crunch all the time, she would at least prefer to have something to distract her.
“Oh, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it,” she answered with a shy smile. Masami didn’t really like it when people apologized profusely, since it always made her feel like she was doing something wrong and causing some distress by being there.
“And I’m Masami,” she replied with a slight bow, closing over her laptop monitor and slipping her headphones down around her neck to show that she was giving the other girl her full attention.
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