Last Bonfire of the Summer [ Soma Koma | Invite ]

[attr="class","textie"]She'd been here an hour and already some guy's ass had hit sand. Some scrawny prick with glasses (now cracked). Now, it was possible that it hadn't have been him. There were a lot of people at this shindig, but Soma already had a little red in her cheeks from her visit to the makeshift bar. Kikyo had suggested body-shots and Soma was very inclined never to say no to Kikyo. She almost thought she had imagined it until the freakazoid just sat there, staring at his hand. She was inclined to show him a cobra clutch, but one of the larger party goers already tossed him.[break][break]

"Sorry 'bout that, Soma, fuckin' prick. You alright?"[break][break]

Soma just gave a bitter laugh while she thumbed the bottom of her two-piece.[break][break]

"Yeah, I'm alright, dear. Just scared me, is all." She stepped up to the behemoth, standing a good foot above her, hand guiding him down to her by his clavicle. She planted a kiss on his jaw, right by his ear, and mouthed a 'thank you' to him before she just wandered off. Honestly, he had done something she would've had no problem doing, but exerting herself dealing with perverts would mess with her mood even worse. Being generous to him made her feel a little better.[break][break]

God, she loved these things. She was just Soma here, a dyed-in-the-wool party girl with no baggage. Kikyo organized these things all the time and Soma had never once not been invited and the incident with Four-Eyes had been nowhere near the amount of damage she'd cause in 15 minutes. She always had her reason, though.[break][break]

Everything was so warm. The fire, the people, the stares. One could always spot her in a crowd. Small, virgin white two piece that suggested anything but. A smoldering, joy filled amber gaze that could instantly find the pockets of fun. That walk, hand permanently placed on her dancer's hip. It wasn't even that she was easy, just finally able to flaunt her emotion physically. On stage, she had displayed whatever her producers had needed. Now, she could just be fun. As she made her way to the bustling flame rising from the earth, one could almost expect her footprints to be made of glass and not sand.[break][break]

She had followed her nose here. There was that familiar scent, something she hadn't had in years. She couldn't even remember if she liked, she just know it didn't smell very satisfying. Soma was, however, a girl who would try anything once, or twice if she didn't remember. She saw one man with a roll and a second looking like his mellow was ruined.[break][break]

She took a bow to get right above them, not needing either of them to turn and look up. She almost made a perfect right angle, and it was right.[break][break]

"So which of you's holdin'~"[break][break]

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[attr="class","tagsie"]Kimura Kyōryoku

[attr="class","textie"]The first thing that had caught her eye was that cucklefuck who lingered too much on his U's. Her brow furrowed at him for a bit longer than she would've wanted; she was trying to keep her wrinkles to a minimum. Her palm slowly just...extended to the man's sunglassed face, crushing the roach against his mouth. Then, just a little push. Down he went, and he didn't get up, but he looked like he was peacefully out. Night, night, little stoner.[break][break]

He hands shifted over her knees, squishing her chest only a little. After all, she'd save that for the price negotiation. People haggled over weed, didn't they? I mean, she could always talk down a price here and there, especially with some female clerks she knew. Muscles might actually be coming into vogue here in Japan. Probably something to do with that show with all that posing and screaming. Looked pretty gay, honestly, but it was probably decent enough if it's fanbase could be believed.[break][break]

"No need to be sorry for people that can't pace themselves," she purred. Who the hell was she to say? There were so many times she passed out trying to unlock her apartment that a neighbor had started to put out a pillow for her. Nice lady, but she could mind her own business. Then again, she had to hang. As if she was gonna get beaten out by a plant.[break][break]

He had a pretty decent chunk of change, but Soma knew what having money was like. He was doing decent. A good try to impress her though, flashing that yen, enough for her to straighten up so he could get the pin-up view. She couldn't discern if it was attention or lolz she was doing this for. It'd become routine for her at this point and was fun, most of the time. She let her legs cross slightly, toes against her heel, hands resting behind her. She had magnificent posture and for the hours she'd been trained for it, it was expected.[break][break]

Her smile brought itself to rest as she looked at him stretch, herself very versed in judging by covers. Kinda scrawny. Nice hair, gorgeous eyes. That jawline could cut glass but she liked them a little...forceful. Kimura wouldn't last a round on the mat with her.[break][break]

"Soma, a pleasure." She took a hand and gestured from head to toe, brushing the slopes and peaks of her form.[break][break]

"I'm a little short on room to keep cash. However," this trick, she did it all the time. It never got old, or at least, she was such a riot they would never tell her otherwise. She brought her biceps around her chest and pop. A little gold plastic card.[break][break]

"Do you take debit?~"[break][break]

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Deck: [break]
Clean Up[break]
Petit Fire Blaster[break]
Search Engine[break]
Expansion x2[break]
Lightning Knife[break]
Meteor Wing[break]
Gomamon S[break]
Ravenous Hunt[break]
Overdrive[break]

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[attr="class","tagsie"]Kimura Kyōryoku

[attr="class","textie"]She could feel her mental rod bend when he mentioned a 'tab'. She set that hook with a nice little wink, nodding into the flutter for added enthusiasm. She was ready for a little nostalgia, ready to go back, way back to high school. She wanted to see Kikyo before she got that collar scar from almost breaking her neck. She wanted to remember that beach back home in Beppu. A time back when she was single. She couldn't remember what it was like to be single, even after a year of it.[break][break]

She took those long, sure-but-hesitant steps around to the other side of him, toes dragging in the sand by a hair's length. It was odd watching her move sometimes, like how she just seemed to keep between sad and seductive. Her stride only needed a step or two before she sat, then fell back, sand moving to accommodate her.[break][break]

"Dealer's choice is fine by me, Kimura." Words hung like music in legato, legs moving in time to prop themselves up and cross.[break][break]

"Everyone likes that one," she drew her finger from her raised knee down the top and side of her thigh, then brought the finger into the light of the raging fire. The tips of her fingers shone like cabochons.[break][break]

"A magician shouldn't reveal her secrets...but it's just alot of oil. Lady has to keep up her glow.~"[break][break]

Soma didn't bother to answer his question right away. She was engrossed in that act of finger dexterity he had mastered like her own dance steps. He cut a fine side profile, certainly a better angle watching him genuinely focus. Only a slight difference in his eyes, but it was enough to take in for just a moment longer. He certainly was less abrasive with plants than he was people. But, when in the business, she supposed...[break][break]

"I used to, back in school. Then I started doing contract work, so yknow..." He probably didn't know. Could guess a few things, probably wouldn't remember her, even her face had been plastered on ad screens all over this very city.[break][break]

Next came that sweet, sweet blunt. Perfect. She'd never seen one this well wrapped; Kikyo was shit at it in those days. Probably masterful with it nowadays, especially with her neck. Her eyes lingered on that for a moment and then was given a choice. She rocked over onto her side and took both lighter and smoke in her hand, nestled it onto her bottom lip. Click. She managed to start the lighter in one go.[break][break]

"I prefer sculpted. Thank you~" One, two, three, four, and....five. The blunt was removed and handed over as she went onto her back once again, taking in the flavor. She was filled with this....earthen end to a lemon-citrus body. It was very mellow. The smoke extended over her body for the next 20 seconds. Smoke started to slowly rise from her nostrils and joined with the bonfire.[break][break]

"Reminds me of dirty fruit. But fuck....that's good..." Her buzz was back, but certainly more relaxed. More manageable.[break][break]

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[attr="class","tagsie"]Kimura Kyōryoku

[attr="class","textie"]"Y'know, we'll get in trouble if anyone comes up here."[break][break]


"No one comes up here, they're all scaredy cats like you.[break][break]


"Kikyo, you KNOW I'm no scaredy cat."[break][break]


"Then just take the hit."[break][break]


"I can't! I have rehearsal after school, Mom would kill me if I came home smelling like tha-"[break][break]


"We'll just use the showers and you can go home in your gym clothes. Say your uniform got dirty, I dunno. You just need to take that damn edge off."[break][break]


"I don't know what you're talking about, Kikyo."[break][break]


"When was the last time you slept?"[break][break]


"...Just gimme the thing."[break][break]


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Usually she would jump when she was caught reminiscing, but her head just lulled to look over at Kimura. Everything looked hazy, like there was a fine mist over everything. That crisp citrus hung over her face and smoke kept rolling out her nose. Her eyes were still wide open, yet they seemed to shine a little brighter, making the light they caught more intense. Her legs slipped down so she now lay flat, every fiber of muscle sliding like silk in her body.[break][break]


"It's definitely better. No way was there something this good in Beppu. Not that we could afford, anyway." She lingered how to phrase her next answer. Her finger unconsciously drew archaic symbols around her stomach, like she was trying to draw her feelings. She was surprised she could feel it there at all.[break][break]


"I have missed feeling relaxed. It's been too long." Her pretense of seduction and playfulness had dimmed, but in it's place was something...a little brighter. Not an angry red blaze, but a soft, warm light. The charm could, arguably, been magnified in this placid state. Every movement was like she was enjoying an intimate dream, slight as the movement was.[break][break]


When asked as to why she was there, that seemed to rouse her to sit up. Some unseen rope pulled her limp body upwards from her core, legs still outstretched. She could not feel the burning heat on the soles of her feet.[break][break]


"I haven't missed one yet. Kikyo is an old friend, from school. It's a fun distraction," she let the last words fall with a focused sigh, as if she was expelling the sadness invading those happy dreams.[break][break]


"I wouldn't say perfect...but it gets attention, doesn't it?"[break][break]

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[attr="class","tagsie"]Kimura Kyōryoku

[attr="class","textie"]Sad to hear. Soma was amazed what emotion could come through in just 3 words. She was so used to hearing paragraphs on paragraphs of people trying to convince her that they cared that it took her a second to breathe again. The word 'sleep' just kinda sat between them. She didn't want to mention she already had enough ambien to put her whole building to sleep. The word just fell away into nothing once she was up.[break][break]

"It's gotten easier with age. I enjoy things more," she swiveled to face him fully, her legs fully stretched on either side of him. Her knees felt to heavy to lift, so she hadn't even bothered. One thing that she lost when she quit her job was that facade of politeness and conservatism. The reactions, the faces of people who looked liked she spit at them, were all too funny to pass up. Her little jolts of laughter to get her through an otherwise normal day. She didn't really get what she was implying, maybe she meant it or maybe she was just being facetious. Women were confusing, especially to themselves. But the way she tucked her chin in to look at him against her eyebrows, it was...predatory. For something.[break][break]

Again, she wasn't sure what.[break][break]

"I mean, there's alot I could say but," she dug her hands up out of the sand and held them a few inches away from her chest, like she was about to grope herself.[break][break]

"I'd like these out to about here aaaaaaaand..." She gave her inner thighs a slap or two.[break][break]

"I need to do more legwork; I used to be able to crush melons but I got lazy aaaaaaaaaand," she finally brought a hand to the valley of her stomach, fingertips brushing with her swimsuit.[break][break]

"I miss having abs."[break][break]

She missed looking like she wanted to feel. Like she could take on the world. Like she had felt back in the day.[break][break]

In a slick motion, one hand brushed the bangs from her eyes and the other assuredly took the blunt from her newly-appointed dealer. This was very good and she'd certainly be taking home a decent amount as soon as she got her coat, but she just wanted to take a second taste. She was starting to pick up that craving. She'd probably have to quit at a point...but not right now. This time, she found her lungs ready for it. The draw was slow and long, perfect form for a singer. Soma needed this.[break][break]

"Thank you." Her eyes were on the stars now, smoke connecting constellations. When was the last time she had seen that light? Acknowledge the thousands, millions of pinpricks in the sky, instead of closing all her windows.[break][break]

"Yknow, I almost forgot we are at a party, Kimura. I think....I think we need drinks. Drinks...and uhhhhhhhhhh," God, what could she do this blitzed?[break][break]


"Limbo."[break][break]

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[attr="class","tagsie"]Kimura Kyōryoku

[attr="class","textie"]There was a slight flutter in her eye as she clamored to figure out what the sensation was. It was...alien, to put it bluntly. When did he get a handle on her leg? She hadn't even felt it but she was feeling those damnable circles in her sole and she couldn't help but...[break][break]

Just start giggling. Spa vacation between rehearsals were almost impossible for her, she could not handle that sort of touch. She managed to bring a hand up, but even that couldn't stop that childish laughter that sputtered smoke out of both nose and mouth. But, she let him go on. She hadn't laughed this hard in a while, even if it was agonizing.[break][break]

Then, there was that jolt. That was familiar. Her arms rapidly contracted, tensing and flexing muscle. She had barely held back that reflex. Just beneath the surface, there was a stinging anger but...craven want. It wasn't like every other experience with it, where someone had overstepped themselves. There was a sting, a needle that bolted her leg down with every nanometer of movement. She'd never had time alone like this with...[break][break]

No, she just wanted to not think about him. She wanted to be here. No where else. She wasn't a little girl on a school roof right now. She wasn't standing in front of hundreds right now. She wasn't being stalked down the street in the middle of the night right now. She wasn't in that bathroom right now.[break][break]

She just let the shock catch her throat and hitch her breath. The herb had made her so much more receptive and she was starting to be unable to keep things bottled up. No tears, but certainly air had grown thin.[break][break]

She'd been very quiet, not humoring his comments anymore, not verbally. At the mention of a shotgun, she had brought the remnants of their relaxation back and spirited it away down into her lungs. Just like Kikyo and her had done many times before.[break][break]

His jaw made for good leverage, and her grip was iron. The force she put behind her lips and breath were something overpowering, this thunderstorm of tumultuous emotion. Frustration though, was the most prevalent. Underlined with need. Punctuated in the smallest inkling of guilt. The smoke lingered in their mouths for a good, long while. She wanted to know how she felt before she pulled away.[break][break]

The sound of Kikyo's excited clamor, however, forced her from her escaping contemplation.[break][break]

"We're gonna start limbo, Soma, c'mon! Don't wanna lose first place, do ya?"[break][break]

The chimney smoke from the two disappeared in the air with all the tension. Soma gave a slight cough, than a chuckle. Kikyo didn't look the least bit sorry, then again, it was her forte to play foil to Soma. Bubbly by nature, not practice.[break][break]

Shame. She was almost sure it was shame she felt.[break][break]

"Limbo tiiiime," her laxxed voice however, told a story of unequaled peace.[break][break]

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[attr="class","tagsie"]Kimura Kyōryoku

[attr="class","textie"]She had to get up. She struggled to melt the weight that laid against every pore of hers, but she needed to get up. Kikyo hadn't left, but that charming smile had lost its support. Soma had failed to look enthused for limbo in her scramble for footing. Was that why she had been excited for it? Did she just want to get up, away from this? The heat in her cheeks was fierce, its source easily explained away but would not be.[break][break]

"White Russian," she ordered curtly. She was losing her touch. She'd been drawn up between four horsemen of emotion and they all pulled at different times. She didn't know what she felt, truly. What's worse, now she didn't know what feeling to show. She was just-[break][break]

"Are you lightheaded, Soma?"[break][break]

"Yes." She wasted no time in going to someone familiar, who didn't touch her or make her feel different or make her feel change. Uncomplicated.[break][break]

"Uhm...Kimura, I think she's just coming down a lil' rough. She should be fine when you come back," again, she was natural in her genuine sentiment, opposed to Soma's practice. However, in the shadow of that black bang, there was an accent of wariness. How many parties had he come to of hers? How many girls had he done the same too? Kikyo had heard rumors and for any other girl, she probably wouldn't have cared. This was Soma, though. Kikyo was the one who had been privy to all of Soma's previous life. She bore no judgement on her blonde friend...but, there was something to admire in such defensive posturing.[break][break]

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Once Soma had moved to stand, the bluffs and cliffs behind her had been revealed. Thousands of cold lights and a bright white moon. Yet, there. There, on the second spire to the right, plain as day to anyone who noticed, was another yellow speck. It cut a slender profile. It had a gaze that could be violently felt and held still as stone. Yet, the wind would catch it's banner every so often to trail more gold in the air.[break][break]

Soma never went anywhere alone.[break][break]

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[attr="class","tagsie"]Kimura Kyōryoku