Post by Robynne Shinomori on Dec 4, 2007 2:45:46 GMT
Anything with a (*) beside it means it's a Japanese word and I'll put the meaning at the end of the post. Lol.
"Ah, chikushou* gita-*...." Robynne grumbled to himself in his native tongue as he plucked the strings on his guitar for the millionth time. People were staring as he glared angrily at the instrument in his hands. He had just bought the thing because his old one had been broken by the smallest daughter of the family he was staying with (How, exactly, a three year old might have been able to do something like that was beyond him, but he decided not to really bother with figuring out the details). Well, the strings on it had anyway, so instead of going through the trouble of replacing the strings, he'd just decided on buying a new one. After all, he'd been meaning to see what some of the English brands looked and sounded like anyway, so that more or less turned out to be an excuse for him. An excuse that was now quite a headache due to the trouble this new guitar was causing him.
Plucking at the strings a few more as he tuned it, he nearly shouted as his anger rose. The thing had it in for him, he could tell. "Baka* guitar." His language was slipping back and forth between both English and Japanese, so it was pretty hard to understand him if one was listening in, but Robynne really didn't care. He was going to conquer this confounded instrument if it was the last thing he ever did. He was the owner, damnit, and the thing was not going to best him after he paid so much money for it. Even if he had to break the frickin thing, he was going to show it that he called the shots and that it was supposed to do as he wanted rather than what it felt like doing. That was the whole point of ownership, but Robynne guessed the object probably didn't know that. This thought alone made him gain an annoyed look, though at himself. He was talking about a guitar for goodness sakes. The thing didn't know anything. Couldn't know anything.
Continuing to grumble to himself and at the guitar itself, he didn't even notice as people passed by him with odd looks on their faces. At first some had thought he was a performer of some kind, but as they saw him struggling with the guitar rather than playing with it, they quickly learned he wasn't. At least not right at this second.
A string of rather colorful Japanese words drifted from his mouth a moment later as he nicked his finger on one of the strings in testing it out. They weren't shouted, but they were near enough to it that they warranted quite a bit of attention from onlookers. Still, Robynne paid them no mind and instead proceeded to put the slightly bleeding appendage in his mouth while crossing one leg over the other to better situate the guitar on his lap now that he only had the use of one hand. This is what I get for forgetting my pic at home. He thought to himself agitatedly as he stared down at the instrument held in his lap by the one hand that remained uninjured. His gaze followed the pattern of the black flames that swirled around the guitar's edges upon a fully red body and he suddenly wondered if buying one this complex was actually worth it just for the way it looked.
Chikushou = Damn
Gita- = Guitar
Baka = Stupid; Idiot
"Ah, chikushou* gita-*...." Robynne grumbled to himself in his native tongue as he plucked the strings on his guitar for the millionth time. People were staring as he glared angrily at the instrument in his hands. He had just bought the thing because his old one had been broken by the smallest daughter of the family he was staying with (How, exactly, a three year old might have been able to do something like that was beyond him, but he decided not to really bother with figuring out the details). Well, the strings on it had anyway, so instead of going through the trouble of replacing the strings, he'd just decided on buying a new one. After all, he'd been meaning to see what some of the English brands looked and sounded like anyway, so that more or less turned out to be an excuse for him. An excuse that was now quite a headache due to the trouble this new guitar was causing him.
Plucking at the strings a few more as he tuned it, he nearly shouted as his anger rose. The thing had it in for him, he could tell. "Baka* guitar." His language was slipping back and forth between both English and Japanese, so it was pretty hard to understand him if one was listening in, but Robynne really didn't care. He was going to conquer this confounded instrument if it was the last thing he ever did. He was the owner, damnit, and the thing was not going to best him after he paid so much money for it. Even if he had to break the frickin thing, he was going to show it that he called the shots and that it was supposed to do as he wanted rather than what it felt like doing. That was the whole point of ownership, but Robynne guessed the object probably didn't know that. This thought alone made him gain an annoyed look, though at himself. He was talking about a guitar for goodness sakes. The thing didn't know anything. Couldn't know anything.
Continuing to grumble to himself and at the guitar itself, he didn't even notice as people passed by him with odd looks on their faces. At first some had thought he was a performer of some kind, but as they saw him struggling with the guitar rather than playing with it, they quickly learned he wasn't. At least not right at this second.
A string of rather colorful Japanese words drifted from his mouth a moment later as he nicked his finger on one of the strings in testing it out. They weren't shouted, but they were near enough to it that they warranted quite a bit of attention from onlookers. Still, Robynne paid them no mind and instead proceeded to put the slightly bleeding appendage in his mouth while crossing one leg over the other to better situate the guitar on his lap now that he only had the use of one hand. This is what I get for forgetting my pic at home. He thought to himself agitatedly as he stared down at the instrument held in his lap by the one hand that remained uninjured. His gaze followed the pattern of the black flames that swirled around the guitar's edges upon a fully red body and he suddenly wondered if buying one this complex was actually worth it just for the way it looked.
Chikushou = Damn
Gita- = Guitar
Baka = Stupid; Idiot
