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located in Country Side || Japan, a part of The Reunion, one of the many universes on RPG.

Country Side || Japan

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Character Portrait: Hisakawa Chinatsu Character Portrait: Satoru Laussen Character Portrait: Aiko Fujimura Character Portrait: Kobi Burkov Character Portrait: Hiroko Miyamato
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Feelings: Weary - Nauseous - Self Possessed
Location: Taxi Cab â‡ĸ House | Countryside


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With the side of his forehead resting on the car door window, Kobi gazed out and watched the rain splatter everywhere as if the clouds were small children who dropped their ice cream on the floor. Rain drops pitter-pattered against the window as his thoughts were drowned by the music playing through his headphones; Monster by Nightcore. The flight from Moscow, Russia to Japan took under ten hours which was still one hell of a flight for Kobi. He wasn't afraid of heights or to travel by plane and he had been placed in first class seating. The only problem was the lack of sleep he got because a small child kept kicking and screaming about how she wanted to go home. The kid was obviously petrified of flying so why her parents decided to put her on a plane with them was baffling to Kobi. Tracing his thoughts back to the present, 'Why on earth am I in Japan?' It was the same rhetorical question he had been asking himself ever since his father informed him of the summer vacation he would be spending with his friends. Really, it all just seemed strange to him. He didn't have any female friends due to the fact that he attended an all male private academy and his friends only spoke Russian. Sure they took a class to learn Japanese but so did Kobi and his friends knew they could just get an easy A by copying off of him. Whatever the reason his friends wanted to spend summer vacation in Japan, Kobi just hoped those idiots didn't expect to depend on him for translating and getting foreign girls' phone numbers for them.

Kobi lifted his eyelids slightly as the yellow vehicle slowly stopped moving. He lifted his head up a bit but his effort failed, he was just too tired. So tired that the poor taxi driver had to step out into the rain just to open Kobi's door and help him out of the cab. The man had mentioned the path was too narrow to drive up so the blonde would have to walk the rest of the way. "Thank you.." Kobi muttered as he handed the taxi driver the money he owed him then pulled his luggage out of the cab though he forgot, or rather didn't bother, to give the man a nice tip for the service he was provided. His mother use to always bug him about being polite and tipping hard workers like waitresses, taxi drivers, and fast food delivery service. Kobi always thought his mother was completely and utterly silly for thinking this way. In his mind manners should only be bothered to use when you want something from someone, want someone to like or respect you, and when your around people of higher status. Then again, many people have commented on his logical thinking and have said that it was too cold, whatever that meant.

The rain kept pouring down from the sky and after putting up his umbrella, Kobi's blonde hair had already started to stick to his forehead from the heaping rain it was exposed to seconds before. The only bright side was being out of that cab. The blonde always felt sick when being in a vehicle for too long. He would always be fine, no matter how long, when he was the one doing the driving but it was a different story when he was a passenger. If he remembered correctly, it had to do something with not feeling comfortable with lack of control, well that's what his father said. Not wanting to spend all his time standing in the rain, Kobi began to walk down the narrow pathway that would soon lead to the house, with his wheeled luggage bag dragging behind.

Arriving to the house, Kobi stepped under the roof to get away from the rain although really his body was already shielded from the raindrops by his yellow-ish green colored umbrella. Before stepping inside the house, he took a brief moment to breathe in the air that surrounded him. It smelt fresh and cooling because of the rain that was mixed in. He enjoyed the smell but cut his relaxation short as he shut the umbrella and opened the door. Though as he stepped in, to his surprise, he found four people he once referred to as friends years ago, in his midst. Kobi, now entered the house fully, set his luggage bag to the side near the wall of the opening of the door and slipped his shoes off then set them by the door. "Why are you all here.." He wasn't really asking a question, since it was obvious to him how this all happened, but he had nothing else to say that came to mind. What was he supposed to say anyway? He examined the faces that occupied the room, some more familiar than others. He didn't know what kind of psychology trick his father was trying to pull on him, but right now it did not seem amusing.