[Team 1] Paper Plane Man
am i the only one who is not writing like porn and stuff in this team :x haha
slightly weird. i seem to be writing longer and longer things for this shiritori game.
Train enthusiast is an expression a little too mild to describe Miyata Toshiya.
Enthusiast implies that he likes them, but the scale is more along the lines of obsession rather than just a simple like. Being a lazy freeter who leeches off Kitayama for food and shelter (although Kitayama has long given up on asking for anything in return), he has too much free time and nothing much to do with it, resulting in his strange hobby of watching trains all day long.
It's been six months since he first planted himself at Shibuya station, swinging his legs idly on a bench and picking at an ekiben while watching every single train come and go. He watches the tsunami spill out at rush hour, and the tourists amble on during off-peak (when the sun is up and the tourist attractions around Tokyo are starting to open up for the day), and all sorts of people in between.
Kitayama asks if he enjoys people-watching, but Miyata doesn;t find pleasure in watching the people as he does watching and observing the characteristics of every single train. Three months in, he can notice immediately when the usual seven-thirty morning train is down for maintenance, because a slightly different model painted two shades darker pulls into the station that day. He can recite all the different models used throughout the day and their significance when related to the numbers they usually hold at that time. (Or at least, until Kitayama starts nursing a Panadol and telling him to stop because it's too much detail to sustain his interest.)
Yes, Miyata's more of a train-watcher, so it is rather surprising when the ten-forty-five train pulls out and he immediately focuses on a lone man on the other side of the platform, with incredibly curly hair dyed a strange brown-blonde and looking like a lost sheep.
Miyata figures he's waiting for the next train in his direction, but the next three trains come and go and the guy is still there, standing around and looking very forlorn. This is very confusing to him, because who wouldn't want to get onto a train? Miyata's interest is piqued now, so he grabs a pencil lying lost on the bench beside him and the leftover paper wrapper from his ekiben lunch.
Why aren't you getting onto the train? he writes.
With all the skill of a master in his field, he folds the paper into a paper plane and chucks it across the platform, watching it sail and land smoothly an inch or two away from the lost man's feet. Miyata allows himself a small grin, internally proud that his skill as a Master of Paper Planes back in high school still hasn't diminished.
The other man stoops to unfold the paper, reads it, and frowns. He fumbles around in his pocket and takes out what Miyata supposes is a pen, before refolding the plane along its crease lines and throwing it right back. The plan veers horribly off-course and wobbles in flight, but ends up hitting the pillar and dropping right onto Miyata's bench anyway.
I kind of need to get to Narita but I'm lost.
One thing about Miyata's train obsession is that he possesses quite an accurate mental map of the entire JR and subway system of Tokyo. His mind immediately maps the shortest train route to Narita, and his eyebrows furrow.
You're on the wrong side of the platform, he writes. Come to this side, you can take a train from here. I know how.
The next train pulls into the station, and Miyata patiently waits for it to reload before throwing the refolded paper plane back across the now-empty tracks and to the other platform.
The man reads his message, before forming a large circle with his arms over his head. (Miyata takes this gesture to mean yes.)
The man disappears down the staircase, and Miyata smiles a little as he eyes the moving head of dirty blonde vanish into the crowd. For the first time in his life, he thinks that he might just have fallen in love with an actual human being, and not a train.
(Kitayama would be so proud.)
NOTE:
ekiben = eki bento (the lunch box sets you can buy at selected train stations)
the guy is tama, by the way :x
miquilis, you're up!
slightly weird. i seem to be writing longer and longer things for this shiritori game.
Train enthusiast is an expression a little too mild to describe Miyata Toshiya.
Enthusiast implies that he likes them, but the scale is more along the lines of obsession rather than just a simple like. Being a lazy freeter who leeches off Kitayama for food and shelter (although Kitayama has long given up on asking for anything in return), he has too much free time and nothing much to do with it, resulting in his strange hobby of watching trains all day long.
It's been six months since he first planted himself at Shibuya station, swinging his legs idly on a bench and picking at an ekiben while watching every single train come and go. He watches the tsunami spill out at rush hour, and the tourists amble on during off-peak (when the sun is up and the tourist attractions around Tokyo are starting to open up for the day), and all sorts of people in between.
Kitayama asks if he enjoys people-watching, but Miyata doesn;t find pleasure in watching the people as he does watching and observing the characteristics of every single train. Three months in, he can notice immediately when the usual seven-thirty morning train is down for maintenance, because a slightly different model painted two shades darker pulls into the station that day. He can recite all the different models used throughout the day and their significance when related to the numbers they usually hold at that time. (Or at least, until Kitayama starts nursing a Panadol and telling him to stop because it's too much detail to sustain his interest.)
Yes, Miyata's more of a train-watcher, so it is rather surprising when the ten-forty-five train pulls out and he immediately focuses on a lone man on the other side of the platform, with incredibly curly hair dyed a strange brown-blonde and looking like a lost sheep.
Miyata figures he's waiting for the next train in his direction, but the next three trains come and go and the guy is still there, standing around and looking very forlorn. This is very confusing to him, because who wouldn't want to get onto a train? Miyata's interest is piqued now, so he grabs a pencil lying lost on the bench beside him and the leftover paper wrapper from his ekiben lunch.
Why aren't you getting onto the train? he writes.
With all the skill of a master in his field, he folds the paper into a paper plane and chucks it across the platform, watching it sail and land smoothly an inch or two away from the lost man's feet. Miyata allows himself a small grin, internally proud that his skill as a Master of Paper Planes back in high school still hasn't diminished.
The other man stoops to unfold the paper, reads it, and frowns. He fumbles around in his pocket and takes out what Miyata supposes is a pen, before refolding the plane along its crease lines and throwing it right back. The plan veers horribly off-course and wobbles in flight, but ends up hitting the pillar and dropping right onto Miyata's bench anyway.
I kind of need to get to Narita but I'm lost.
One thing about Miyata's train obsession is that he possesses quite an accurate mental map of the entire JR and subway system of Tokyo. His mind immediately maps the shortest train route to Narita, and his eyebrows furrow.
You're on the wrong side of the platform, he writes. Come to this side, you can take a train from here. I know how.
The next train pulls into the station, and Miyata patiently waits for it to reload before throwing the refolded paper plane back across the now-empty tracks and to the other platform.
The man reads his message, before forming a large circle with his arms over his head. (Miyata takes this gesture to mean yes.)
The man disappears down the staircase, and Miyata smiles a little as he eyes the moving head of dirty blonde vanish into the crowd. For the first time in his life, he thinks that he might just have fallen in love with an actual human being, and not a train.
(Kitayama would be so proud.)
NOTE:
ekiben = eki bento (the lunch box sets you can buy at selected train stations)
the guy is tama, by the way :x
miquilis, you're up!