Physical Description: 5'5" and 105 lbs. Has a thin frame, though she is stronger than expected. She has long, dark hair that looks black, but is tied up during work. She wears her work uniform during work, but outside of work wears girly things like skirts and dresses, usually putting a ribbon in her hair and wearing flats or heels.
Personality: Intelligent, feisty when she wants to be, gentle, usually happy, and pretty clumsy.
Background: She was abused as a child, so has trust issues. She was given up to an orphanage at a young age because her parents didn't want her, though she has no resent due to that occurrence.
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Mitsuru
An average smart girl.
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a character in “Life is Never the Same”, as played by mitsurukurenai
Description
So begins...
Mitsuru's Story
I walked home from a bar. I'd had a rough day at work, so I thought a few drinks would calm me down. A few drinks passed very quickly, and was now drunk to the point that I couldn't think properly. My head was spinning, and I was falling asleep while standing. How stupid was I? It was too late to change what was done. What time was it? I had no idea. Maybe around ten or eleven, but it was dark and the streets were empty. I stopped for a while to get a hold of myself, at least enough to make it home.
Oliver
Oliver was currently walking home from a busy day at work. He let out a loud, tired yawn. Today had been busier than usual, which is quite strange, considering the restaurant he works at is always empty. The food was great and everything was spick and span, the only problem was the location, behind another restaurant! "Whoever chosen to put the business behind another one is a utterly an idiot..." He mumbled to himself.
As he was passing the empty streets, he noticed a young woman who was moving quite strangely. She was quite beautiful, causing Oliver to blush. He couldn't help but notice the woman struggling with walking, and made his way over to her. "Ma'am, are you alright?" He asked in a concerned tone.
I blinked a few times and took a deep breath. Shortly afterwards, I heard a man's voice, asking if I was alright. Who was he? Was he to be trusted?
I straightened myself up and nodded slowly, careful not to make any quick movements that would cause the dizziness to worsen. "I'm fine.."
I straightened myself up and nodded slowly, careful not to make any quick movements that would cause the dizziness to worsen. "I'm fine.."
Oliver
Oliver frowned, he could of sworn he saw her having trouble walking. He had his theories about what could be wrong with her, now he can put them to the test. Oliver took in a deep breath and exhaled soon after. Yep, this woman wasn't sober.
"Well, I'm afraid I don't believe you. You can argue that it's none of my business, but now that I'm involved, it is." He said its a sigh.
I sighed and leaned against the wall. Slowly, I looked up at the man, and attempted to hold eye contact. I wasn't sure I was succeeding.
"Fine. I'm a crazy drunk, big whoop," I uttered sloppily. I felt nauseated, and wanted to go somewhere before I puked out in public. This guy's interrogation wasn't making it easy.
"Fine. I'm a crazy drunk, big whoop," I uttered sloppily. I felt nauseated, and wanted to go somewhere before I puked out in public. This guy's interrogation wasn't making it easy.
Oliver
"I knew it." He replied, gazing back into her eyes. He shifted his weight to his left leg and thought for a moment. "... Here, let me help you." He gestured behind him. "I don't have my motorcycle right now, but I'll go fetch it really quick." He said with a gentle smile.
"However, I do not want you to wait here all alone. It's not that far of a walk, I think you'll make it. I know it's hard to trust a stranger's word, but..." He scratched the back of his head, he ran out of things to say. "... So, what do you say?"
He seemed nice, but I was frankly too drunk to care. I pondered whether he was to be trusted or not. What's the worst he could do? I was old enough to make my own decisions.
I stared blankly as I fought to maintain my composure. How embarrassing, I was an extremely sloppy drunk. The only thing I could bring myself to do was nod slightly.
I stared blankly as I fought to maintain my composure. How embarrassing, I was an extremely sloppy drunk. The only thing I could bring myself to do was nod slightly.
Oliver
He smiled slightly. "Great! Then we better get moving." He offered his arm for Mitsuru to hold onto if she was going to collaspe or needed support to walk. Whether she took his offer or not, he started his way down the street at a slow enough pace so Mitsuru won't trip or fall.
--15 minutes later--
Oliver unlocked the door to his apartment and entered slowly. "Okay, nice and easy now..." He whispered calmly to the girl as he lead her to a couch. It was a nice place, a little messy, but good interior. After she sat down, he cleared his throat. "Help yourself to food in the kitchen while I go get my..."
Suddenly, rain started to pour down hard. "Ah crap..."
I sunk slowly onto the couch, careful not to mess anything up unintentionally. I watched him approach the door then looked at him, slightly worried. "Will your motorcycle be alright?" I blinked a few times and became accustomed to the new place. It seemed really nice for an apartment.
Oliver
"I... I'm not sure... I rather not take any chances, I don't have a car." He said, crossing his arms and letting out an impatient sigh. "We have nothing to do other than wait it out... but seeing how hard it's coming down, it might not stop for a little while."
He glanced over at the female, a sorrowful expression on his face. "I-I apologize... maybe it'll stop before morning, then I can take you home. In the mean time, please, make yourself at home for the next hour or two."
"I'm sorry....I have troubled you," I sighed. My mind was already becoming blank and I was getting sleepy, but I fought to remain awake. The sound of the rain pouring made me cringe, as each sound made my head hurt.
"I can walk home now, I'm sorry..."
"I can walk home now, I'm sorry..."
Oliver
Oliver chuckled, "Oh, don't be so dramatic. You haven't troubled me at all, my dear. If it was trouble, I would not have offered, now would I? You have nothing to be sorry for." He said with a smile. "Please, I insist that you wait until the rain starts to calm down and you become... sober."
"Seeing how you're fighting to stay awake... you can rest on the couch, if you'd like. It'd probably make the time pass by quicker, ne?"
"Oh..." I looked down and blushed, embarrassed at my statement. It felt silly of me to be so child-like. I leaned my head back slightly and felt myself sink into a light sleep. "You're kind," I murmured through my drowsiness, and finally fell asleep.
Oliver
Oliver chuckled. "If only..." He said, his smile saddening. As he noticed the female falling asleep, he pulled a blanket out from the closet and covered the female with it, brushing the hair out of her face. "Sleep well." He muttered as he turned off the light. With that, he walked down the short hallway and into his room to get some work done.
My sleep seemed to drag along, dreamless and empty. I'd woken up and it was still dark, but the lights in the room were now out and I was warm. A blanket? I stayed and marveled at the place in the obscurity of the room.
My head pounded from the intense hangover that resulted from the night before. I moaned in pain and now remembered why I didn't go out drinking too often.
My head pounded from the intense hangover that resulted from the night before. I moaned in pain and now remembered why I didn't go out drinking too often.
Oliver
Mitsuru would soon smell the fresh scent of breakfast fill the room. Eggs, french toast, and bacon to be exact. Oliver had gotten up early to make breakfast for the both of them, only thing is, he forgot to put a shirt on. He heard Misuru's moan and put down his spatula, turning off the stove and starting to rummage through the medicine cabinet.
He approached her calmly with a glass of water and two pills. "Here, take this... it'll help with the pain." He said, placing them on the sidetable.
The smell of breakfast came from an unknown direction, making me curious. I downed the pills with the water. "Thanks," I said groggily. I looked up at him suddenly, noticing that he was pretty attractive. I quickly averted my attention away from him. "Do you usually go shirtless?"
Oliver
Oliver let out a soft laugh, blushing slightly. "Well, I live alone, I never really wear clothing when I sleep. If it bothers you, I'll put on a shirt." He said to reassure her. He picked up the glass and made his way back to the kitchen. "By the way, my name is Oliver. How about you?"
"It doesn't bother me," I muttered. I followed after him when he picked up the glass. "I like your name," I said as I let a brief smile show on my lips, "my name is Mitsuru, but you can shorten it to anything you'd like."
Oliver
He smiled slightly, flipping over the cooking French toast. "Thank you." After the young woman introduced herself, he nodded. "Mitsuru... a lovely name indeed. So, I can shorten it, hm? Maybe I'll call you Mitsie, or MitMit, or even SuSu." He said in a joking tone, chuckling at his own jokes.
"Anyways, the food should be ready in a little bit. I don't want to set you off with a empty stomach, now do I? That'd be rude of me not to feed my guest before leaving."