dojima_hime: by dojima_hime @ LJ (don't touch me)
After Triela had somehow got her up and moving, Dōjima found herself back in the dorms. Her room. Her bed. It almost didn't look familiar, even though it had only been a few days.

A quick handwaved shower to get the worst of the grime off, and she was curled up in bed, Six Soldiers playing on her laptop as the cat snuggled up next to her.

Not coming out again. Ever.

[Door cracked, post open!]
dojima_hime: by dojima_hime @ LJ (off on an adventure!)
Reno had promised Dōjima dancing and drinking ages ago, and after the events of Monday, she had felt the need to call in her marker. Freaking zombies. They'd taken off right after her first period class, intent on a day (and night) full of reckless insanity. Neither of them had heard the radio report, or the rumors that were swirling about campus, and so had set off for a grand adventure.

Which is why they were both stumbling down the Causeway at some unholy hour of the morning, still high from their night out... somewhere. If pressed, it was doubtful if either of them would remember exactly where they'd been over the course of the day.

America was too confusing, dammit.

"C'est le malaise du moment, L'épidémie qui s'étend! La fête est finie on descend, les pensées qui glacent la raison!" Dōjima sang merrily, pulling on Reno's arm. "C'mon, Red, dance with me."

In which a Turk and a Hunter bite off more than they can chew. )


[OOC: NFI, preplayed with the awesome [livejournal.com profile] raspberryturk, zoto. Up early, 'cause zombies are gonna eat my brain, and I work late tonight.]

dojima_hime: by dojima_hime @ LJ (Dōjima Yurika at your service)
So she wasn't the greatest artist ever.  It didn't really matter, because she could wield a mean marker!  Dōjima grinned as she went about putting up her posters, making sure they were securely hung. 

Screw invasions and World-Ending and all that nonsense.  She and Reno had a public service to perform. 

Not Dirty.


[OOC:  Estabishly, but open if you want to encounter her putting up the posters.]

dojima_hime: (more than you think)
She must have read the letter a dozen times.  Deadpool.  He was with Rikku's Deadpool.  She wasn't quite sure if that increased his chances of making it back unharmed, or reduced them.  At least he had Ino from the gun club keeping an eye on him.

Shutting the door, she knelt down and pulled a box out from under her bed, pressing her hand against the scanner to trigger the DNA lock.  There was a hiss of compressed air escaping as the lid smoothly slid back, and Yurika reached in to select a single item, holding it up to the light as the box relocked itself automatically.

It was untested.  SOLOMON didn't know what it was, or how it worked, and it was the very foundation of the mission they were preparing her for.  Orbo.  The rumor was that humans went mad with prolonged exposure. 

Good thing she wasn't human. 

Yurika slipped the pendant over her head, letting the cool metal rest against her skin for a moment before she returned the box to its hiding spot and went back to her preparations. 


[OOC:  Door is shut, post is open.  That Dōjima's getting ready for her trip is FB, the Orbo and her secret stash is NFB, plz.]
dojima_hime: (one for sorrow)
In theory, Dōjima was studying her Italian.  She'd taken Aly-sensei's lesson from a few weeks ago about being able to communicate to heart, and had decided to improve on her rather shaky grasp of the language. 

She's been staring at the same page for the last ten minutes.  Not so much with the processing ability right now. 


[OOC:  For the other female member of the Four Musketeers, but both Door and Post are open for all your Dōjima needs.]

dojima_hime: by dojima_hime @ LJ (ponder)
She'd looked everywhere.

Dōjima thumped down on her bed, clearly frustrated.  Romeo never came back to his room this morning, at least not before she'd had to leave to get ready for her own class.  She'd checked the store, pretty much everywhere in town, even wandered the halls of the school for a bit, and she still couldn't find a trace of him.

Normally, if a guy was going to do a date&dash, he didn't leave the girl at his place, not unless he was a total idiot. 

Romeo didn't strike her as an idiot. 

So instead there was an annoyed, and possibly rather worried (not that she'd admit it) Yurika staring at the ceiling.  It was official, boys sucked.


[OOC:  Mostly establishy, since I must crash soon, but open for SP goodness should you so desire.] 

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