Dōjima Yurika (
dojima_hime) wrote2009-05-04 10:01 am
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Room 503, Monday Morning.
Monday found Dōjima in her room, door open and music blaring as she worked on her packing. She wasn't leaving for good - not yet - but she had the 'letter' from her Father, ordering her back to Japan starting tomorrow for a week's orientation with the STN-J.
She was going to miss everyone leaving and the move to the cabins, dammit. If Yurika were a paranoid person, she'd think Father Juliano was doing this on purpose to try and alienate her from her friends.
Okay, so she was paranoid, and she did think that was a possibility. A rather strong possibility. Still, orders were orders, and therefore she was packing things into three sets; items for this trip, things that could be shipped home, and stuff for the cabins. It was just easier to deal with it all at once.
[Door & Post open, that she's packing is totes FB, any mention of sekkrit-agent-stuff or orders is NFB.]
She was going to miss everyone leaving and the move to the cabins, dammit. If Yurika were a paranoid person, she'd think Father Juliano was doing this on purpose to try and alienate her from her friends.
Okay, so she was paranoid, and she did think that was a possibility. A rather strong possibility. Still, orders were orders, and therefore she was packing things into three sets; items for this trip, things that could be shipped home, and stuff for the cabins. It was just easier to deal with it all at once.
[Door & Post open, that she's packing is totes FB, any mention of sekkrit-agent-stuff or orders is NFB.]
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handwavilybegged off training with Arthur, and he still needed to open the shop."Packing already?" he asked, leaning in Yurika's door.
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She'd have to be a lot more bummed out about it though to miss the signs of someone, you know, packing when they were so close to her room.
"You're leaving?" she asked, dismayed.
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"Dojima. The time has come," he stated gravely, "for I must leave the island and become a seller of Squishies to an untapped market made up of teenage ninjas. I'm here to say goodbye. You may hug me now."
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