| action | 2/2 |itachi_kunoichiOctober 18 2008, 04:51:11 UTC
[Misao came charging into the stadium, looking furious and determined. What the hell was this goddamn Okita thinking? She wondered if it was a trap. If so, Okita wasn't going to know what hit him--she was so punting his ass to the moon!]
[Even hurrying as fast as he could didn't get Okita to the arena before his opponent. It did, however, get him there only a few seconds late. He waved cheerfully at the young woman, grin stretching wider. A curse that was actually fun; who could have expected that...?]
Hello there, Misao-san~! Okita Souji, twenty years old, is here too~
[Misao trotted after Okita, opening one stall door to see a horse dressed appropriately for a race. Without choosing, she tugged on the reins, raising a leg to mount the horse expertly (or so it seemed).]
I know my skills, so of course I'm confident! Now get on your horse, Okita!
[He tested the saddle, the reins; the tack was secure and sturdy. Good enough for a race! In a smooth movement, he swung up into the saddle, leaning close over the horse's neck.]
[Once he was seated on his horse, Misao tested her reins, clenching her hands around the leather.]
So, do we, like . . . just go? Or is there a signal? Or what?
[Even if she was out to kick Okita's sorry behind, she wasn't going to cheat, and she wanted to play by the rules. She wanted to fight the race (and to win!) fair and square!]
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And I'm glad to hear that! It means this will be fun ♥
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MAKIMACHI MISAO, SIXTEEN YEARS OLD, HAS ARRIVED!
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Hello there, Misao-san~! Okita Souji, twenty years old, is here too~
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How can you look so happy when you know I'm going to win by a mile?
[She shook her head, grinning cockily.]
So where the hell are the horses?
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[Okita glanced around; and there were two boxes like stalls, right in the middle of the dusty track. How odd...]
Perhaps they're in there!
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I know my skills, so of course I'm confident! Now get on your horse, Okita!
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[He tested the saddle, the reins; the tack was secure and sturdy. Good enough for a race! In a smooth movement, he swung up into the saddle, leaning close over the horse's neck.]
And I'm ready, Misao-san.
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So, do we, like . . . just go? Or is there a signal? Or what?
[Even if she was out to kick Okita's sorry behind, she wasn't going to cheat, and she wanted to play by the rules. She wanted to fight the race (and to win!) fair and square!]
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