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Post by angelyoko on Apr 29, 2021 1:05:17 GMT
After a long night working Anya stopped at the sweet spot café getting herself a cappuccino and breakfast. She walked up in line waiting a familiar voice spoke in front of the line as she looked over the people’s shoulder in curiosity. Her head tilt to the side raising a brow wondering why his voice was like from a dream. As he turned, her eyes widened in shock. “Roo, roo?” she whispered. Jiro? Her brother’s friend Jiro? Seven year old Dean and Jack had a best friend named ‘Jiro.’. Anya always tried joining the boys in their adventure, asking to join until Jiro talked them into letting her join. She all so cleaned onto Dean like clue, she loved her brother’s, but sometimes they found their sister annoying, always flirting with Jiro. They could tell she had a big crush on him. “Roo!” Four year old Anya cried out. Giving Jiro the next name ‘Roo’ since he is the roo to her tigger. Dean picked on him for it. He thought Jiro was just being since to Anya for being their little sister and never wanted to sound rude. “Up, Roo.” she raised her little arms up towards him as he picked her up wrapping her legs around his waist. “You’re my best friend right roo roo?”
Anya shook her head hearing her name being called out next in line. “Yes.” she said, walking up to the front desk ordering a white chocolate mocha and an eclair, paying the hostess. Turning around quickly searching for Jiro or even if it was Jiro. “Was I just dreaming?” she mumbled heading towards an empty table, the redhead placed her meal down. Anya took her phone out staring at it for a long while pausing at the idea asking Dean or Jack if they still contact him. Dean still kept in contact with his sister after she was kicked out by Emily. He would have taken her in if he didn’t sign up for the military needing to get away from the toxic Emily created in the family. “Why would it be him.” she chuckled. Anya was an ugly duckling as a kid. She was still ugly.
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Apr 29, 2021 2:07:55 GMT
Early to bed, early to rise was a philosophy Jiro tried to abide by, but that didn't mean he had to love it. Still, if he had any handyman work for outside, he liked to get an early start on it. Nothing sucked more than trying to hammer something in or cut a board with a chainsaw while it was dark. Figuring a cup of coffee and a pastry might pep him up for the work day, he headed over to the Sweetspot pretty early. Although from the looks of it, it seemed like quite a few other people had the same idea. He had to wait a bit in line before ordering a cup of black coffee and a croissant. His order took a bit long though and the woman behind him got hers first. And while he got the sense that she had a connection to the Magic Realm, as he did with anyone who could go to it, she also felt familiar for another reason. As she sat a table by herself, texting on her phone, it nagged at the back of his mind. Did he know her? It wasn't until he got his order that it finally clicked. Most of Jiro's childhood friends had moved away from Avalon, but it looked like one was back. Hoping that maybe he'd remember her, he approached her and asked "Anya? Is that you?"
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Post by angelyoko on Apr 29, 2021 2:28:01 GMT
"Anya? Is that you?"
Anya yipped as she tossed her phone in the air graudley falling on the ground. She went to pick it up, feeling the warmth of the other person’s skin against her’s, the redhead looked up making eye contact. Yup! It was Jiro. Damn, he got hot. “Hi, Roo. Long time huh?.” replying, biting her lower lip. She didn't think there was a chance he still lived in Avalon. A few seconds passed before releasing how long she’s been staring into his loving eyes. “Oh , thanks.” she said, thanking her phone from his hand. “So, you still live in Avalon. Same house?” chuckling as she placed her phone on the able. “Oh sit please Roo. I mean Jiro.” she quickly corrected herself thinking he wouldn’t like to be called that as an adult. “How have you been? How’s your family? You still in contact with Dean?” she asked taking a sip.
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Apr 29, 2021 2:36:47 GMT
It looked like Jiro had been right. It was Anya. She dropped her phone in surprise, but Jiro managed to get it with his prosthetic hand while keeping hold of his order with the other. It looked like Anya hadn't forgotten his childhood nickname either. "Long time no see, Tigger," he said teasingly. While he'd spent more time with Dean as a kid, Anya had been present a lot of the time too, always wanting to tag along. Besides Dean though, he'd lost touch with everyone else once they'd moved to New Orleans. And even then, that was because they'd both decided to enlist in the military. "Nope, got my own place. Rent's not too bad in a tiny town like this," he said. And it was a good thing too. Keeping a prosthetic arm working could get costly sometimes, even with health insurance. Anya offered the seat across from her and he sat down as she peppered him with questions. "As much as I can be, when he's still out in the world and I'm...here, I guess," he said. Losing his arm had kind of cut Jiro's military career short. "Family hasn't changed much. Mom and Dad are doing fine." He sipped his coffee before asking "What about you? Is it...just you here?" He remembered the scandal of Anya's dad remarrying so soon. He'd only met her stepmother once or twice, but she'd given him weird vibe. He wondered if her, or anyone else from Anya's family, had moved back here.
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Post by angelyoko on Apr 29, 2021 3:02:44 GMT
“Nope.” she said. “It’s just, little old me back where it all began. Dean is still traveling like you said, I only get to talk to him twice a week. Jack I lost contact with him including Alexi and pretty must everyone else in about eight years.” Stirring her finger about the rim of the cup her eyes slowly locked contact with his. Hopefully he doesn’t ask too many questions about her past. “I kind of got kicked out of the family after my sixteenth birthday by Emily the she-devil.” mumbling under her breath. Anya wasn’t going into the fact she got hooked on drugs at a young age or given birth. “Dean would have taken me in if he wasn’t already leaving for the Military.” Guessing Dean never said much about what's going on in their family to Jiro or was too ashamed he couldn’t protect his little sister from getting abused by Emily. He often sneaks food into her room, helping her bandage the cuts Emily left. “But, I’m fine, see.” She snickered, forcing a face saddened smile. "Why aren't you married yet? I mean look at you more.. Um, h-hot."
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Apr 29, 2021 23:38:32 GMT
Oh. So Jiro's weird feeling about Anya's mom had some validity to it. But it looked like Anya didn't want to go into detail about it, so Jiro didn't press her. She did seem a little different from when she was a kid, a little sadder somehow. Then again, some said the same about Jiro. Losing his arm had done a number on him for a bit. And while he was doing better, he still had some days where what had happened just got to him and he couldn't shake it off. Anya's light-hearted comment about him being hot made him laugh though. "I think the arm is a buzz-kill for some," he said, waving his prosthetic. "But I'm not a hermit, I've made some friends." He sipped his coffee again, figuring how was as good a time as any to ask Anya an important question. "So...when you came back here, did you get a game by chance? Called the Magic Realm?"
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Post by angelyoko on Apr 29, 2021 23:57:44 GMT
Placing her hand against her cheek as she rests her elbow on the table. Her eyes looked over at his prosthetic arm. “I don’t think so.” she replied back. “Still makes you hot. Why would losing your arm be any different? I mean, I’m sorry for the loss of your arm, but you fought for your country Jiro. You’re a hero. If anyone has a problem with how you look then they are missing out on something great. I should know I’m too ugly and worthless to be loved like Emily said. No one will love a stupid girl like me.” Her eyes started to tear up thinking about the abuse her step-mother put her thought. “You were always kind hearted towards me as children. Letting me play with you guys, carrying me on your back.. Just nice to the annoying little sister.” she chuckled before taking a sip. As he asked about seeing a magical disc her body just frozen in place. Was he like her? Or did everyone in this town have one? “Y-yes.’ she said. “My mother had left me one before her death.” What is it a real place or am I dreaming I’m in medieval times running around like an idiot.”
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Apr 30, 2021 1:49:25 GMT
Jiro knew Anya was trying to make him feel better, and he knew he shouldn't be ashamed or embarrassed by his arm. But he knew the looks he got from people whenever they noticed it. They thought it was weird, or they pitied him, and he hated that. In the Maigc Realm, people saw his arm and thought he was cool. They knew instantly that he was strong and capable. He looked up though when Anya kept talking, calling herself worthless and stupid because her stepmom did. He was quiet for a moment before asking "She said that?" Dean had mentioned that Emily wasn't exactly the best stepmom, but Jiro had never pressed him for details. He was thinking maybe he should have. Maybe he could have helped. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking. There probably wasn't much he could do at this point. Anya seemed surprised when he mentioned the disc, saying that she'd actually gotten their moms. "I've heard of that. That doesn't happen too often, you know. People getting it isn't a guarantee that their family or kids will end up with it." Heck, he'd even heard of a few instances where residents of the Magic Realm actually moved to Avalon and lived here full-time. Jiro never understood why though. In his opinion, the Magic Realm was a lot better. "I thought maybe it was a dream too, when I first went there. But it's all real. The disc acts like some kind of portal to take us there. I don't know why some people get it and others don't, but there are others that can go there too. Once you start traveling there more, you'll be able to sense them." He gave a little smile. "That's how I knew you'd been there."
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Post by angelyoko on Apr 30, 2021 2:04:48 GMT
“That, and so much more.” she said placing her left hand over her arm rubbing the scars underneath the sleeves. Hearing him talk about the disc and Avalon being connected. She bit her lower lip feeling like an idiot she never knew about this disc, her mother being a demon or something. Still haven figured out how to control her 'magic' yet, Anya wanted to protect Jiro about herself in the Magical Realm. “You know a lot more than me.” she laughed. “I never knew about it and I lived here. I guess my mother never wanted me to know or died too soon to tell me.” she replied back. Hearing him talk about being able to sense her, Anya’s cheeks turned bright red. “Are you saying I smell good.” she teased.
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Apr 30, 2021 22:18:31 GMT
It looked like Anya had had it rough. But Jiro wasn't about to ask for the details now. This was the first time they'd been together in years. It would be better to keep things light for now. "Well, it's kind of hard for people to explain it to others who don't have a disc themselves," he said. "It doesn't work for anyone else." Jiro had seen people discuss on the forum they ran more than once about how their siblings or parents would pop in the disc, but it just gave them an error message. Although honestly, he considered that a good thing. It made it easier for everyone to pretend that the Magic Realm was just an obscure computer game that everyone was into. "I've had it for a while. Trust me, you'll know all the ins and outs soon." Jiro had been just like Anya once: trying to wrap his head around the whole thing and coming to terms with the fact that fantasy creatures and magic did exist. He gave a laugh at her question. "No, it's not exactly like that," he said. "It's like a switch flipping in your brain. You just kinda get this...ping, or a strong feeling. I guess we get that ability so people like us can find each other more easily."
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Post by angelyoko on Apr 30, 2021 22:44:38 GMT
“Honestly, i don’t know if I’ll ever understand it, heck, i don’t know why my own mother never told me about this place. Did my dad know about it and that's why he forced us to move? I have so many questions with people giving me little answers.” she said. “What, I'm suppose to believe my mother was some magical creature who used my dad to make me then suddenly leaves me. She was my mother. A mother protects their child.” Anya’s eyes started tearing up thinking about her son giving him up like it was nothing. Was she no better than her mother? Or did she do the right thing so he had a better chance. The redhead slams her coffee against the table trying her best keeping her emotions to herself. “I..I’m sorry.” she cried lowering her head down with shame. Anya hated being so weak. She left like a kid crying like that in public. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me."
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on May 1, 2021 17:43:36 GMT
Jiro felt sad for Anya. Obviously, Anya was troubled by all this. And while Jiro felt happy and a sense of belonging when it came to the Magic Realm, Anya seemed to feel sadness and confusion. Her mom getting thrown into the mix probably didn't help though. And she wasn't exactly here anymore to give any answers. "You don't need to apologize," he said. "Anyone else would feel the same way." Heck, Jiro might not have had an abusive parent or found out something major that they kept secret, but he knew what it was like to be haunted by the past and have your demons lingering over you. "Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked. He didn't even know what he could do, but if there was something, he wanted to try.
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Post by angelyoko on Jun 3, 2021 0:55:18 GMT
Whipping her tears away, she chuckled slightly under her breath. "I'm still that cry baby." she whispered. Dean used to pick on Anya about how easily she cried about things. Then again, he wasn't a wear in the beginning what Emily did. “Um, no you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I don’t wanna be a burden towards you with my demons.” Anya placed her hand over the top of his, giving him a generous smile. “But, I'd like it if we could be friends? Maybe, hang out here and over there? You could help me out with things.” Her thumb rubbed against the top of his skin softly. Her eyes wandered over towards the clock seeing what the time was. “I’m pretty sure you’re a morning person.” she chuckled. “You wanna meet up at my place later-.” she stopped herself before continuing, feeling her face getting red she jumped back. “I mean if you want I uh, I know it might sound a bit weird asking a grown man back to my place. But to continue talking and getting to know each other, but nothing sexual or anything. Oh, god I sound like an idiot.”
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Jun 4, 2021 1:56:19 GMT
"What's a little bit of baggage? Everyone's got some," Jiro said. He didn't want Anya to bottle up her troubles just because she thought she would be annoying or anything. Jiro liked helping people, especially friends. And when Anya asked if maybe they could be friends again like they used to be, he instantly said "Definitely. We can pick up where we left off." Heck, he was fine putting the last couple of years behind him if Anya was. He had to laugh when she turned red after asking him over. "Relax, it's fine," he said. "This town may be small, but gossip isn't a problem here."
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Post by angelyoko on Jun 10, 2021 0:00:27 GMT
"Still, a young woman bringing a man back to her place. People might think we're hooking up." she chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. Anya already had a bad rep down in the south trying to make a living after being kicked out. "Maybe you can tell me more about over there. Are you still... You? Or something else?" Anya whispered towards the end not wanting others earing what there talking about. Her eyes glazed down realizing she was still holding his hand, Anya gently pulled him towards her leaning closer against him as her lips gently placed a kiss against his cheek. Secretly, she always wanted to kiss him. But, with her brothers being around she never had the nerve too. "Can I tell you a secret?" she asked. "You been my first crush."
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