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Character: Osaka
Series: Azumanga Daioh
Character Age: Eighteen, taken from near the end of the series.
Canon: Azumanga Daioh is a story about average high school life in Japan, featuring six not-quite-normal students, three teachers of varying levels of sanity, and (on occasion) a bullet-proof, government-sponsored Santa/Dad/Cat-thing.
Osaka (nee Ayumu Kasuga), the most... distinctive... of the students, takes her nickname from her place of origin. Unlike most Osakans, however, she's slow, soft-spoken, and scatter-brained, often failing spectacularly at both academics and sports. While it's easy to assume that Osaka is just dumber than a sack of bricks, the truth is that her mind works differently. Not many people derive enjoyment from repeatedly faceplanting into a bin of flour, chasing after the dancing spots in the corners of their eyes, or wondering if pigtails allow little girls to take flight.
Osaka doesn't just march to the beat of a different drummer, she marches to the beat of a weather report playing on the radio.
Sample Post:
Ever had those days where you gotta remind yourself what you were just doing? It's like when I step out of the house, and then after thinking about a whole lot of nothing I'm suddenly at school and I can't remember walkin' there. I wonder why that happens. Maybe there's an autopilot in my brain, but with too much Auto and not enough Pilot. Is Auto on overtime? Or it could be Pilot's fault. But if the autopilot runs by itself, who's watching the autopilot?
There's probably a miniature version of myself sitting in my brain, and she's making sure that the autopilot stays on target. That'd make sense, because she fell asleep like I always do and let my brain's autopilot walk me into this swamp. Though... I don't remember there being this much water and this many trees on the road between my house and school. Hey, how'd I end up holding a laptop, too...?
Maybe I'm dreaming... hey, maybe I just dreamt that I woke up and started walking to school! If that's the case, then this dream's awfully well-done. I've never even been to a swamp before, but my brain seems really good at making one up. There's even a lot of water, and that big splash that my laptop just made sounded very realistic- AH! My laptop! I accidentally dropped my laptop! And... it's floating away. Aaaah... c'mon, I gotta get it together. Get it together. Get it... together...
... oh. These birds- they're toucans, right? They're staring at me awfully intensely. I heard somewhere that dogs can read your mind, and dial 911, so maybe these toucans can too? Come to think of it... I wonder why they're called toucans. Are we even SURE if toucan? We don't even know if threecan or fourcan. But a onecan't. You can't make half a toucan, so you definitely can't have a onecan't. Or is it "you can't have a onecan"? But then, how many toucans would make a fourcan? Is it four toucans, or is it two toucans? Maybe that's two too many toucan, so it'd be a fourcan't, and-
Ah! The toucans left... they were in a real hurry to get away. I wonder wh- oh, an alligator! Or is it a crocodile? I forgot how to tell. I guess that's why the toucans ran away; they didn't want to get eaten by their native predator. But... I thought toucans were from South America. How do they know what an African alligator is? Wait- maybe toucans come from Africa, too. I can't ever remember which of the two continents these guys are from, 'cause the continents are in the same shape. Aren't pecans from Africa, too? They're a type of bird too, right? Or are they from South Americ-
Huh? You're trying to get to the 'big game'? I'm in your way? Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't notice at all. See you later! Wow... what a polite talking crocogator. I wonder, though, why did it need so many vibrating rubber bananas? Maybe I should follow it and try to borrow one so that I can fish out my laptop. Ah, hello? Excuse me...
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Series: Azumanga Daioh
Character Age: Eighteen, taken from near the end of the series.
Canon: Azumanga Daioh is a story about average high school life in Japan, featuring six not-quite-normal students, three teachers of varying levels of sanity, and (on occasion) a bullet-proof, government-sponsored Santa/Dad/Cat-thing.
Osaka (nee Ayumu Kasuga), the most... distinctive... of the students, takes her nickname from her place of origin. Unlike most Osakans, however, she's slow, soft-spoken, and scatter-brained, often failing spectacularly at both academics and sports. While it's easy to assume that Osaka is just dumber than a sack of bricks, the truth is that her mind works differently. Not many people derive enjoyment from repeatedly faceplanting into a bin of flour, chasing after the dancing spots in the corners of their eyes, or wondering if pigtails allow little girls to take flight.
Osaka doesn't just march to the beat of a different drummer, she marches to the beat of a weather report playing on the radio.
Sample Post:
Ever had those days where you gotta remind yourself what you were just doing? It's like when I step out of the house, and then after thinking about a whole lot of nothing I'm suddenly at school and I can't remember walkin' there. I wonder why that happens. Maybe there's an autopilot in my brain, but with too much Auto and not enough Pilot. Is Auto on overtime? Or it could be Pilot's fault. But if the autopilot runs by itself, who's watching the autopilot?
There's probably a miniature version of myself sitting in my brain, and she's making sure that the autopilot stays on target. That'd make sense, because she fell asleep like I always do and let my brain's autopilot walk me into this swamp. Though... I don't remember there being this much water and this many trees on the road between my house and school. Hey, how'd I end up holding a laptop, too...?
Maybe I'm dreaming... hey, maybe I just dreamt that I woke up and started walking to school! If that's the case, then this dream's awfully well-done. I've never even been to a swamp before, but my brain seems really good at making one up. There's even a lot of water, and that big splash that my laptop just made sounded very realistic- AH! My laptop! I accidentally dropped my laptop! And... it's floating away. Aaaah... c'mon, I gotta get it together. Get it together. Get it... together...
... oh. These birds- they're toucans, right? They're staring at me awfully intensely. I heard somewhere that dogs can read your mind, and dial 911, so maybe these toucans can too? Come to think of it... I wonder why they're called toucans. Are we even SURE if toucan? We don't even know if threecan or fourcan. But a onecan't. You can't make half a toucan, so you definitely can't have a onecan't. Or is it "you can't have a onecan"? But then, how many toucans would make a fourcan? Is it four toucans, or is it two toucans? Maybe that's two too many toucan, so it'd be a fourcan't, and-
Ah! The toucans left... they were in a real hurry to get away. I wonder wh- oh, an alligator! Or is it a crocodile? I forgot how to tell. I guess that's why the toucans ran away; they didn't want to get eaten by their native predator. But... I thought toucans were from South America. How do they know what an African alligator is? Wait- maybe toucans come from Africa, too. I can't ever remember which of the two continents these guys are from, 'cause the continents are in the same shape. Aren't pecans from Africa, too? They're a type of bird too, right? Or are they from South Americ-
Huh? You're trying to get to the 'big game'? I'm in your way? Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't notice at all. See you later! Wow... what a polite talking crocogator. I wonder, though, why did it need so many vibrating rubber bananas? Maybe I should follow it and try to borrow one so that I can fish out my laptop. Ah, hello? Excuse me...
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