Post by Seito Risa on Aug 28, 2013 16:52:43 GMT -5
Despair. Not something Seito Risa is used to feeling, but as she stands there, she feels nothing more strongly. Thanks to the Advil. She is dressed in her hip hugger jeans with the double buckle belt. White athletic shoes, cross trainers most likely, on her feet. She wears a loose fitting gold blouse, which clashes a little with the white cloth sling her left arm rests in. The bruises on her face had not survived the night, for which she was thankful. Though her joints had stiffened up like hard styrofoam, making it difficult to move until she had spent several minutes in the warm shower. She had let Ichiro sleep in, bumbling through getting herself cleaned and mostly dressed, only relenting when he came in on his own, still a little bleary eyed, and suggested she should either wear slippers or let him tie the shoes. Not a fan of slippers with white socks, Risa had let him tie the shoes, knowing he did so only because of how much he cared for her. She had spent most of the shower considering how much alike she and Ichiro were to Eden, Jet and Travis, though with less of a dynamic since it was only the two of them. Those thoughts had occupied her mind all the way to Alpharetta, where she now stood in total despair, glaring at the supposed best and widest selection of couches in Georgia. She felt sorry for the state if this was the best there was. She'd been in the store nearly twenty-five minutes and not even one sales person had stopped to say hello, much less to answer any questions. With a snort, she turned and walked out the front door, sure no one even noticed her departure. She stopped to look for on coming traffic, the bluetooth piece in her ear glowing blue, showing the phone in use.
SR: "This was a waste of time and gas. I wouldn't have any of those couches sitting beside my trash dumpster, much less in my home."
I: "I hate to say it, but so far things downtown aren't looking much better."
Risa walks up to her car, unlocks the door and gets in, closing it. She leans back, turning the air on in the car.
SR: "Okay. Where next. Something closer into town?"
Ichiro's voice come back after a few moments pause.
I: "There's an Ashley Furniture about three miles from you, coming back toward town."
SR: "Why isn't there a Lay-Z-Boy store, or Broyhill?"
I: "Because right now their furniture is out of our price range?"
Risa sits up and sighs, putting the key in the ignition.
SR: "Right. Ugh."
She checks mirrors, releases the parking break, shifts into reverse and looks all around before backing from her parking space and moving toward the exit.
SR: "Is there nothing else? Nothing at all?"
I: "Nothing that would be any better. I did manage to get the bed you wanted for your bedroom from the bedding center. Got one for myself, too. A little stiffer than the one you ordered, but I've always liked my bed to be a little firmer."
SR: "Yeah, you like what is in bed with you to be firm too."
She blinks at herself, blushing. There's a momentary pause before Ichiro laughs loudly.
I: "That was a good one, Risa-chan. And the sad part, is it is true."
SR: "Not so sad. Not at all."
She smiles. Ichiro had learned long ago that on occasion she would slip, say something like that. Usually in humor, and he always took it as such. She gave a small sigh of relief.
SR: "Okay. I'm about to head back toward town."
As she signals to turn, her cell humms and the earpiece blips, letting her know another call is incoming. The signal is red and she needs to make a left, so she takes a quick glance and groans.
I: "Advil wearing off?"
She shakes her head.
SR: "No. I was not looking forward to this call. I'm coming back to the apartment. Meet me there."
I: "Hai. On my way."
Risa turns off the bluetooth and turns left as the signal lets her through, doing her best driving with one and a half arms.
SR: "She's going to be so mad..."
As Risa signals to merge right and increases her speed to match the traffic starting to form up around her, the phone buzzes again, voicemail notice. The screen lights up. "Missed Call (1) Voice Mail (1)". The second line reads "E. Morgan".
SR: "This was a waste of time and gas. I wouldn't have any of those couches sitting beside my trash dumpster, much less in my home."
I: "I hate to say it, but so far things downtown aren't looking much better."
Risa walks up to her car, unlocks the door and gets in, closing it. She leans back, turning the air on in the car.
SR: "Okay. Where next. Something closer into town?"
Ichiro's voice come back after a few moments pause.
I: "There's an Ashley Furniture about three miles from you, coming back toward town."
SR: "Why isn't there a Lay-Z-Boy store, or Broyhill?"
I: "Because right now their furniture is out of our price range?"
Risa sits up and sighs, putting the key in the ignition.
SR: "Right. Ugh."
She checks mirrors, releases the parking break, shifts into reverse and looks all around before backing from her parking space and moving toward the exit.
SR: "Is there nothing else? Nothing at all?"
I: "Nothing that would be any better. I did manage to get the bed you wanted for your bedroom from the bedding center. Got one for myself, too. A little stiffer than the one you ordered, but I've always liked my bed to be a little firmer."
SR: "Yeah, you like what is in bed with you to be firm too."
She blinks at herself, blushing. There's a momentary pause before Ichiro laughs loudly.
I: "That was a good one, Risa-chan. And the sad part, is it is true."
SR: "Not so sad. Not at all."
She smiles. Ichiro had learned long ago that on occasion she would slip, say something like that. Usually in humor, and he always took it as such. She gave a small sigh of relief.
SR: "Okay. I'm about to head back toward town."
As she signals to turn, her cell humms and the earpiece blips, letting her know another call is incoming. The signal is red and she needs to make a left, so she takes a quick glance and groans.
I: "Advil wearing off?"
She shakes her head.
SR: "No. I was not looking forward to this call. I'm coming back to the apartment. Meet me there."
I: "Hai. On my way."
Risa turns off the bluetooth and turns left as the signal lets her through, doing her best driving with one and a half arms.
SR: "She's going to be so mad..."
As Risa signals to merge right and increases her speed to match the traffic starting to form up around her, the phone buzzes again, voicemail notice. The screen lights up. "Missed Call (1) Voice Mail (1)". The second line reads "E. Morgan".
