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Post by Farrah di Prima on Jul 22, 2020 22:57:17 GMT -4
The unenlightened might refer to Farrah di Prima as "ill-prepared" when she she ventured out from the UA Schoolgrounds to stroll about town and search, seemingly at random, for poetic inspiration. Perhaps she thought herself to be like the bards of old, who journey in order to build their collection of songs? Whatever the case, she preferred to think of herself not as "ill-prepared," but more as a reveler in nature, armed only with her wit and fancy. What use could Farrah derive from pre-planning or writing out any of her lyrics before-hand, when the world was so replete with sources capable of invigorating her muse?
Well, not just her wit and fancy. Farrah also came armed with her little black notebook, containing a few of her idle scribblings that were so far unfit to be spoken aloud. She jotted in the book at random intervals as phrases came to her... poems about traffic crossings, about office workers on lunchbreaks, and about sweaty joggers. The poetess was one who could write a poem about anything-- for better or worse-- but none of these topics seemed like quite what she was looking for.
Thankfully, even if the well came up dry on exciting new poetry, she had two boons in her favor. For one thing: it was a gorgeous, sunshinyday! The poetess was sweating so much from the heat that she'd been forced to remove her black top-coat and carry it over one arm, along with her hat. The sunglasses were doing good work, but the rest of that dark clothing was not. Beneath those, she'd worn a black-and-white striped tank-top like a mime's, along with black suspenders, holding up her high-waisted slacks. Those too... were not terribly well-suited for the weather. She couldn't simply take those off and throw them over the crook of her arm, however. With all of that trouble in mind, one might find it strange that she was so happy for the sunshine... but then, she was just happy to have a day! All of nature's beauty showed through in weather, no matter the type; she could write a poem about a typhoon without losing her smile, if she had to.
The other boon: it was time to pick up her new drum! Farrah's latest allowance had gone towards replacing her well-used, admittedly out of tune black-lined set of dual bongo drums. She'd carried it with her on her first day at UA and since then, it had received generous use. The pair had held out admirably, but it was time to invest in something new.
Deliveries to UA were a bit of a tricky matter. You could come outside to the gate for the package, but the outside was a bit devoid of convenient places for a meet-up, probably to discourage loitering outside the school by unrelated parties. As such, Farrah preferred to have packages delivered to wherever she planned to be, whether that was her mom's house or at a band practice session. Today, she knew that she would conduct a poetry slam in the park-- it would be a sort of welcoming party for her new drum! As such, she'd arranged for the delivery person to bring her package right smack-dab into the gazebo at the middle of the park.
Eagerly awaiting her parcel, Farrah tried to keep herself busy plotting out a new poem. "Hmmm... What rhymes with gazebo? How about C3P-no... I can't possibly stick such disparate subjects together! Perhaps a poem about this stunning, sticky weather?" she thought to herself, tapping her fountain pen's button-end up and down against her smiling red lips.
Perhaps she'd derive some unexpected inspiration from the delivery girl herself?
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Post by Kaisaki Inoue on Jul 30, 2020 9:33:17 GMT -4
A drum? That was an odd one.
Kai scratched her head at the odd shape of the package. Wouldn't it have been better to put it in a box with some packing material instead of loose with just some sort of cover over the delicate parts? Sometimes she didn't quite understand shipping, despite being in the business. Practical solutions were sometimes a rare commodity here, even if she loved the guys at the distribution center to death. They were generally more concerned with what drink they were going to order with their friends after work. Fair but when her work relied on them doing their job properly...
Nah, she shouldn't begrudge someone their vices, especially when she partook herself. She'd been partaking a little too much lately, admittedly, if her conversations on AstaNet were anything to go by. Why had she told a bunch of random strangers she had a crush? Especially since that account was technically supposed to be her business account. Clearly she had some work to do in the professionalism department if she was going to keep running this business properly. Maybe her mother was right, she needed to learn from her sisters. Just the thought of that made her stomach turn in frustration.
With the drum loaded up on the back of her bicycle, she clipped her bag to the side like a saddlebag, making sure it didn't get caught in the spokes of the wheel. She'd done that a few times and had to buy either a new bag or a new wheel, whichever broke first. Sometimes both. Still, today was a pretty glorious day, lovely sunshine and apparently she was going to the park gazebo! Which was... an odd place to deliver something but she'd had stranger. Literally bumping into your delivery target with a magazine of her half-naked or meeting your target on top of a melon pan bread cart was probably weirder but hey, weird was fun. Broke up the monotony.
She found herself grinning happily feeling the wind rush through her hair. Sometimes it was nice to just take it easy and bike somewhere instead of running, even if running was her favourite thing in the world. Too much of a good thing and all that. A part of her wanted to learn how to use her bike better, get it up to speeds like her running but the more she thought about it the more she realized she'd need some sort of scooter or motorcycle to get that fast. Ah, the woes of being fast enough to even beat U.A. students! She wondered how Kirk was recovering from his loss to her. Was his pride healed?
That mischievous smirk persisted for a while until she finally reached the park, forcing her to slow a little to better avoid pedestrians. She flowed like a fluid through the crowd on her bike, not stopping for a moment until the gazebo was in sight. It was lunch now, she should probably grab something to eat after this, right? Or maybe just relax in the park for a while, lie on a bench, stare at the sky? Yeah... to her that sounded good.
"Farrah di Primah?" She called out as she approached the gazebo on her bike, skidding to a stop on the gravel path and dismounting. Luckily she'd installed a stand for her bike to keep it upright, most people would just leave their bike on the ground. Doing that with someone's packages was abhorrent to her, however. They'd paid for her service and she'd give them the best she could. It took only a few moments to unclip the drum from the back portion of the bike, jogging up the steps to the gazebo and holding out the surprisingly light instrument.
"Inoue, Kaisaki! Golden Sun Direct Delivery!" She gave a casual salute with a free hand, giving her characteristic wide grin to greet someone new. Farrah herself definitely looked like someone who would use a bongo drum, those were very interesting clothes indeed. Similar to... what were those people called that did the mute acting stuff? Mimes? She wasn't even sure where she knew that from, probably some old film she was passively watching during college while she studied.
"Hope you like your drum, it certainly seems a good make! Make sure you let me know if you need to return anything ASAP, we've got a 30 day returns policy." She'd gotten good at her delivery spiel at least; after her awkward display with Yumi she figured it'd be best going forward to at least make an effort to seem like she knew what she was doing, even if she tended to be wildly disorganized at the office. Frankly she dreaded going back there, she was starting to get fairly popular and there were a lot of packages to sort.
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Post by Farrah di Prima on Aug 8, 2020 20:36:54 GMT -4
If Farrah hadn't already been scoping out the environment for some spark of inspiration, she might have missed Kai's arrival until the girl was right on top of her. The delivery girl had slowed her speed for the sake of pedestrians, but even still, it was a shade supernatural. Farrah jumped in place, then replaced her shades in front of her drowsy-looking blue eyes and her hat atop her head. "Farrah di Prima, if you're looking for she! You'll be rewarded, for that is me!" the hero student introduced herself, spinning in place on one heel for a bit and finding herself unable to resist a theatrical hero greeting. "She who is sometimes referred to as Pop Poet! But currently, only other students know it!"
That could be a slight exaggeration; Farrah had, at least, participated in two sports fests by this point, one domestic and one overseas. Besides that, although she was sometimes fleeting and elusive like a phantom, she was one of only a couple of students in UA who spoke in poetry and the only-- as far as she knew-- who dressed like a cross between an American beatnik and a French mime. Being blond used to be rare in Japan, but it seemed less so these days.
To that point: the delivery girl was a sunshiny blond herself."Also quite a looker, this delivery lady! I should pay for this service more often, maybe?" the poetess thought to herself. Farrah would run out her allowance if she did, though... She couldn't wait to start collecting a hero's wages.
"Pleased to meet you, Kaisaki! Golden sun, right? Such speedy delivery! The power of flight?" she questioned, having missed how Kai managed to make her appearance so quickly, as though by magic. It couldn't be just the bicycle. As ever, Farrah went straight for the familiar name, regardless of social conventions. "Or were you laying in wait, like a ninja in hiding? Or could that just be some super fast bike riding?"
Leaving the mystery unsolved for now, she accepted her drum. "Ho ho! If I returned it, I'd return it well-used! My drum skins receive a fair bit of abuse," she announced jokingly, turning it this way and that as though admiring the shiny black sheen around its outer circumference. "In fact, I was just about to get to using them now! Unless my stomach persists in its growl. Do you have time to stay and hear a few bars? Or perhaps a lunch and listen is in the stars?~" Farrah began to take a few practice slaps on her bongos; if Kai was listening, it would be hard to get much of a sense that the strange student had any particular drumming talent. Until Farrah knew what she was playing, all of her hits just sounded like a cacophony of aimless, experimental bopping.
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Post by Kaisaki Inoue on Aug 19, 2020 15:18:44 GMT -4
Kai could only blink and tilt her head at the girl's greeting. The first rhyme she could pass off as coincidence or accident but then she described herself as a 'Pop Poet' and Kai immediately knew she was in for a treat right now. How did U.A. manage to attract so many interesting, colorful characters? It was like people had written down the most ridiculous ideas for Heroes they could think of and posted them on some internet forum or something yet it's not like that was a bad thing. The more unusual the character the more Kai was interested in their story!
She certainly couldn't fault the girl's energy! Not at all! It almost rivaled her own! Honestly it was nice to see someone who goofy and positive despite the current events. Kirk had been that as well of course and Yumi was always fun to hang out with but as they said, two is a coincidence, three is a pattern. It was nice to know that U.A. wasn't breaking people's spirits and neither were the villains, at least for the most part. "Well, I can see why you bought a drum in that case! You certainly seem very musical!"
Kai let out a short chuckle; now that she was looking at head-on though she at least recognized her face from the Sports Festivals but she didn't pay much attention to those back when they were first showing. She'd recognized Kirk of course but it was hard to miss a loud sports boy fight a dinosaur; Farrah was slightly more subtle than that but not by much. Certainly no one dressed like her but haven't not heard her speak before now, such a distinction had sadly been lost. If she'd seen that, Farrah might have been one of her favourites at the time.
Flight? Was she asking if she flew here? "No no, I just uh... run fast and pedal fast! I don't have a car or van yet so I had to make up for it by being as fast as I could be. Didn't want people waiting around for their packages, y'know?" It was good to know she got good use out of her instruments though; nothing worse than buying something and never using it. Though her offer was an intriguing one. People had been inviting her to hang out a lot more often lately, was that just a U.A. thing? Inviting new people out to lunch to get to know them? If so, she wasn't exactly complaining, it was always nice to see people being more social like that.
"Hmm... I could go for some lunch, I think! But I'm also pretty curious about your playing, you're clearly very dedicated to it." Even if her drum beats were rather all over the place, it was honestly just nice to see someone enjoying themselves. She got that same feeling from Farrah that she did from Yumi at the arcade. That same radiant energy that seemed to invigorate any that were nearby. Like a Bard in some video game. "Tell ya what..."
She turned and stepped back to her bike, reaching into one of the saddlebags, retrieving a bottle of water, a can of soda and a few assorted sandwiches. Tossing the water to her, she returned to the Pop Poet and laid out the foot on the banister of the gazebo, hopping up to sit next to it. "Take what you like! Consider it payment for good company!" Kai smiled from ear to ear, always happy to share a meal with a new friend. Granted this had technically all been for her considering her ridiculous metabolism but she could always pick up something else on the way to her next delivery.
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