I feel so disappointed that it’s already the 13th episode of MK and Hakuba’s only appeared in two. ;^;
“Let’s just say that I’m in Rio for a very important case…”
Monthly Archives: January 2015
Festival!
He had lost her, of course he had.
Kazuha was just one of those people that would get lost in the crowd or stop at a stall while the other continued on their way. There was no since of worrying since Kazuha did have her other friends with her. It was because of this fact that Heiji, although he would never admit it out loud, was glad he had lost her in the crowd.
Just because they were friends with Kazuha doesn’t mean they were Heiji’s friends after all. In fact some of them could be a bit rude when Kazuha wasn’t looking but that hardly bothered the dark-skinned male.
Anyways.
That was enough about them.
For now Heiji was going to enjoy the festivities, even if he had to do so by himself. So dressed in a dark brown yukata that had small stripes of light color going down it vertically. And a simple gold band wrapped around his hip. Heiji made his way through the crowds. He stopped at some of the stalls some to look at the wares and one to buy some takoyaki.
After a little bit his gaze wandered to the sky that was now splashed in an array of colors as the sun began to set. It was really a sight to behold even in the city of Osaka who responded by slowly lighting up as darkness began to descend.
Really he should have stopped walking when his gaze no longer lingered on his path because he bumped into someone. It snapped him out of his daze and he quickly went to apologize. But the words died in his throat when he realized who he had bumped into. There was no mistaking it with that blond hair of his and brown eyes.
“Hakuba…”
Shit.
Hakuba recognized the voice long before he turned his head, his own apology stifled, suddenly, by the turmoil that ripped through his gut. Great. Of all of the people to run into, especially so quickly, it would have to be that Osakan brute Hattori Heiji. The one person he had absolutely dreaded in the whole damned bloody prefecture.
But, social protocol dictated the he respond courteously to being addressed by name. He couldn’t just ignore it; that would be a gross misconduct of etiquette and he was not about to be branded a hypocrite by that so-called detective.
Though, even as the thoughts swept through the whirlwind that was his mind, Hakuba had to admit that the evidence stacked in his mental profile for Heiji contradicted his verdict. He knew very well that Heiji could be competent; he’d seen it in the numbers and first-hand at the Koushien, but still. Still.
He put on a small smile, expression polite and mostly neutral, lowering his head in an appropriate and cordial bow. “Hattori-kun. What a coincidence. Apologies for bumping into you."
Bloody Moriarty
“Kestrels, Hawks, falcons, pretty much Raptors.” The older man answered and stood once he had Twig’s approval. “At times I miss it, others, particularly when I have talons swooping by my head, I don’t.” He laughed boomingly.
From the side Shinichi watched quietly and carefully. Ready to step in just as quickly as Twig to stop Jon in case he got carried away, which for him happened far too many times than he cared to mention.
The familiar territory of the conversation had done a great deal to put Hakuba more at ease, though the longer he stood, the more his back hurt. He leaned on the cane, letting things stretch out, and ignored the burn for the moment, nodding in favor of the avian discussion instead. “Ah, yes, they can be quite the handful! I used to have a Eurasian Sparrowhawk, myself… Watson was her name. Beautiful bird, but somewhat temperamental."
He paused, then, glancing toward the silent Shinichi, then back to Jon with a timid smile. Social convention had been fulfilled for the stranger, and he didn’t want to keep the detective waiting. ”I’d love to see your portfolio some time.“
[all] quirks my muse habitually has.
Writers, bold all of your character’s regular truths.
1. Smoking: the action or habit of inhaling and exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug.
2. Binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time.
3. Drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs.
4. Nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension.
5. Lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension.
6. Night Owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night.
7. Early bird: a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time.
8. Negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism and pessimism.
9. Positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism and confidence.
10. Swearing: the use of offensive language.
11. Superstitious: an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome.
12. Inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom.
13. Scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty.
14. Foot and finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress/impatience.
15. Nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit.
16. Flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention.
17. Twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation.
18. Cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness.
19. Hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence.
20. Finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority.
21. Hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness.
22: Hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust/reluctance.
23. Frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth/familiarity.
24. Throat-clearing: a common body language sign of rejection/doubt.
25: Jaw-clenching: a common body language sign of hostility.
26: Eye-rolling: a common body language sign of irritation.
27: Head-tilt: a common body language sign of interest.
28. Whistling: to emit high-pitched sound by forcing breath through a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune.
29. Humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune.
30. Perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection.
31. Photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail. (Well, eidetic, but…)
32. Paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically worked into an organized system.
33. Exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is.
34: Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive.
35: Quick-witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly and effectively.
36: Interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements.
37: Doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absent-mindedly.
38: Irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed.
39: Gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet.
40: Travel-sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft.
41: Sensitive: having or displaying a quick and delicate appreciation of others’ feelings.
42: Melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause.
43: Chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavoured gum which is not intended for swallowing.
44: Fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands and feet, through nervousness or impatience.
45: Skeptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations.
46: Neat-freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness.
47: Gossiping: divulging personal information about others.
48: Prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct.
49: Abbreviating: Giving others nicknames/shortening names/giving pet names.
50: Having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.
writing tip #700:
your characters are like geodes
if you want to see what they’re really made of
you must break them
Tiger Tiger
Hakuba left Marie in the menagerie when he departed that morning for the market with the promise that he would return with a stunning new gift. The coachman took him right into the center of town, and he tipped his hat to him as he stepped down from the carriage. Once on the cobblestones, he gave instructions for his usual weekend pickup – “Eight pm sharp, right at that same location, please do not be late” – before sneaking a handful of oats to the big black horse that had brought them there.
Oats in the pocket of his overcoat was nothing short of evidence of his eccentric nature, but that was to be expected of the young and foolish heir to the Wickham Estate. He was well dressed, yes, and he played the part of the gentleman perfectly, but James Hakuba was not… typical.
Not that anyone really minded, of course, with how much he was worth annually. Anyone in his company was quite content indeed, and entertaining his follies was often very amusing. It seemed every month he had a different passion to follow, and eagerly dragged anyone even remotely interested with him along for the ride, swept up in the idealistic moments of romanticism and the bohemian dogma!
That day – a party cloudy, but beautiful day in early September – the young man started his Saturday routine with te and eclairs at his favorite cafe, a leisurely stroll at Regent’s Park to feed the ducks with the bakery’s day-old bread, visited the outdoor markets, enjoyed lunch while surveying the artists camped out at the Thames, went to a horse race (and won a small sum of money), garden party, and finally, finally, met up with his good author friends to go to the main event… the circus.
It wasn’t Astley’s Amphitheater, no, but it was a travelling circus. A display of the odd and unusual, the bizarre and sinister. Although the gentlemen that Hakuba travelled with were, on the whole, skeptical of that sort of thing, they all shared a certain fascination with the supernatural and unexplained.
This particular venue was expensive, too; each event requiring their own charges for the group. Hakuba covered it, of course, without a thought, and off they were whisked to the main tent to watch the show.
While waiting in the stands, the three of them discussed book ideas about detectives, murders, animal rights, human rights, and whether or not a phantom really could exist underneath an opera house. They each took out their notebooks and pens, and scribbled frantic notes.
“God, I hope there are cheetahs,” Hakuba said, voice wistful.
The other two glanced at him, then at each other, and shook their heads.
“You have a cheetah, James.”
“Yes,” Hakuba said, frowning. “I do. And she’s wonderful, but I think she might be lonely.”
“Whoever heard of a detective with an overgrown housecat on a leash? Honestly…”
Hakuba pulled off a piece of cotton candy to eat, sighing, and leaned back on the bench. Would there be elephants? Bears? Fire eaters? Exotic dancers? Ah, perhaps there would be Mesonychids, or creatures from Tasmania? How exotic.
But only time would tell as the lights fell over the audience, pointing the remaining strobes to the center ring.
“This is going to be spectacular, Arthur…"
"That remains to be seen, James.”
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confectionerybliss: Butterscotch and Bailey’s Irish Cream Cannoli | What Katie Ate
There was a brief pause as Kaito returned the embrace, nuzzling into the crook of the blond’s neck, the familiar smell, warmth and simple presence of the other teen enough to make him relax.
“I’ve been fine,” he breathed out with a quiet chuckle. “Busy, as always, though. You know how it is. At least I’ve finally got a bit of time of now, which means I’ll be able to make sure you actually get some sleep.” And here he pulled back, lips stretched into a just a bit of a teasing smirk. “Come on, detective. I’m sure whatever it is you’re working on can wait until tomorrow.”
It felt so natural to hold him like that, and Hakuba was a little sad to watch him pull away, but of course the reasoning was more than worth it. “I suppose so,” he murmured, leaning right back in to kiss his forehead, then into his mess of hair. “Will you be staying with me~?”