Lin Mayuzumi || 黛鈴 (
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[OPEN] So raise your glass high...
Characters: Lin Mayuzumi (
and_my_pickaxe) and YOU!
When: Backdated to June 14th.
Where: In the Dining Car of the trains.
Rating: 14A for some language, or violence depending on how angry she gets, knowing Mayuzumi.
Summary: Mayuzumi is lonely and drowns her sorrows in delicious food and drink. By this I mean she has an all-out feast for herself she can't possibly finish alone.
Who is it that has stolen three bottles of the train's best champagne? Who is it that has grabbed three cases of dessert? Sandwiches? Juices? Food that could have fed a room full of guests?
It's Lin Mayuzumi, of course, and it's all spilled across a short train dining table that can barely fit it all.
Dressed as if she were born for such a decadent feast, Lin had laundered the silk shirt and skirt she had arrived in. Gold earrings hung from her ears and her long hair was brushed elegantly over her shoulders. Her silk stockings had been completely destroyed, and so her bare legs in her miniskirt have sunburn on top of old frostbite scars.
Her brown heels kicked up onto the table quite unladylike, Lin raised her glass to no one and took a long, deep drink. Like a dragon protecting its cave of riches, she eyed the door.
She'd only be willing to share depending on the guest. Everyone else could fuck off.
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When: Backdated to June 14th.
Where: In the Dining Car of the trains.
Rating: 14A for some language, or violence depending on how angry she gets, knowing Mayuzumi.
Summary: Mayuzumi is lonely and drowns her sorrows in delicious food and drink. By this I mean she has an all-out feast for herself she can't possibly finish alone.
Who is it that has stolen three bottles of the train's best champagne? Who is it that has grabbed three cases of dessert? Sandwiches? Juices? Food that could have fed a room full of guests?
It's Lin Mayuzumi, of course, and it's all spilled across a short train dining table that can barely fit it all.
Dressed as if she were born for such a decadent feast, Lin had laundered the silk shirt and skirt she had arrived in. Gold earrings hung from her ears and her long hair was brushed elegantly over her shoulders. Her silk stockings had been completely destroyed, and so her bare legs in her miniskirt have sunburn on top of old frostbite scars.
Her brown heels kicked up onto the table quite unladylike, Lin raised her glass to no one and took a long, deep drink. Like a dragon protecting its cave of riches, she eyed the door.
She'd only be willing to share depending on the guest. Everyone else could fuck off.
[[ooc:Action brackets for speed 110% okay if it suits your fancy]]
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"I'd hardly call this a meal for just two."
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"Of course not. It's a wedding reception," she announced sardonically, taking a bite out of a nearby eclair. "Surprise! Congratulations to me!" It was impossible to tell whether or not she was joking.
"You're the only guest so far. Eat."
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"Don't you think all of this would be better collected and taken back to the apartment building?"
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"Things come and go here. We don't know if this food will be here tomorrow, or how long it will keep. Besides, how often do we get to feast? Think about it." She was smiling again, and being more reasonable than usual. "What will it take to get you to sit? Merry Christmas? Happy Birthday? What about 'Congratulations on living your shitty life?' There has to be something worth celebrating."
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"... No, thank you, Mayuzumi-san. There are still a lot of cars to go through and limited daylight."
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She looked out the window of the car with a wry smirk on her face. "I was being serious, you know," she muttered offhandedly, leaning back in her seat. "Today is my wedding day. Run along," she finished. "See you later."
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"... Congratulations."
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