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Post by hamada kayoko. on Aug 3, 2008 0:01:58 GMT -5
Akeme scuttled into her room, looking around nervously. If okaasan or one of the maids saw her, they'd make her do chores. She knew she wasn't allowed to take naps, but she was so tired she could barely stand up. She slipped out of her dirty yukata and left it in a crumpled heap on th tatami. She pulled on her sleeping robe and lay down on her futon.
She sighed in relief as she relaxed against the pillow. She was dreading the day when she would have to start sleeping on the "pillows" maiko used. She shuddered as she thought how hard that would be. She was used to her soft, fluffy, feather pillow; the farthest thing from the maiko pillows.
OOC// Sorry about all the "maiko pillow" stuff. I can't think of the word. :]
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Post by nat on Aug 3, 2008 0:15:21 GMT -5
((I believe the word you're searching for is minarai. The training stages are shikomi, minarai, maiko, and geiko or geisha, depending on whether or not you use the traditional one.))
Natsuko wore a simple robe today, her eyes weary as she practically glided into the room that the shikomi shared. A smile lit up on her natural face when she saw Akeme attempting to rest. She walked over to the other shikomi, kneeling beside the girls ear. She lowered her head so that her lips were above the girls ear. She did have to pull her hair and shove it over her shoulder, it had a habit of falling down beside her whenever she bent down. "Sleeping, Akeme-chan?" She whispered, a grin on her face.
Natsuko was so mean to her! She couldn't help but interrupt the fellow shikomi's attempt at a nap, the opportunity was there and when did Natsuko ever resist her impulses? She was bored, she needed someone to talk to, and Akeme just so happened to be here, so she would be her victim.
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Post by hamada kayoko. on Aug 3, 2008 0:20:56 GMT -5
OOC// No, I was talking about the pillow that maiko/geiko sleep on so they don't mess up their hair. Would you happen to know what it's called? It's driving me crazy.
Akeme groaned and rolled over, swatting at Natsuko. "Leave me alone," she muttered. "I'm trying to sleep, in case you didn't notice." She flung the pillow over her face and curled up in a ball. Between okaasan and Natsuko, she never got to take naps. She srapped her arms around her knees and shut her eyes, hoping Natsuko would think she was asleep and leave her alone.
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Post by nat on Aug 3, 2008 0:27:03 GMT -5
((no, but i can find out!! lol, gimme a minute, i should have it in a sec))
She pouted for a moment, her full lower lip quivering in the attractive way she'd been taught to. She didn't even have to think about doing some of the things that she did. Now they were drummed into her, even though she'd only been here a year. She pushed Akeme in the hopes that she would roll off her pallet. "GET UP!" She snapped, quite annoyed now that it seemed Akeme would ignore her. Natsuko chewed at her lower lip, hoping that Akeme didn't think she was really being mean. Natsuko had a habit of overdoing her playacting to the point that no one knew when she was joking around and when she was being serious.
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Post by hamada kayoko. on Aug 3, 2008 0:31:53 GMT -5
Akeme threw her pillow at Natsuko and rolled over. She obviously wasn't going to give up, so Akeme decided to just see what she wanted and then go back to sleep.
As much as she wanted to snap at her, she forced herself tobe polite. She liked having friends, and if she kept on being mean to people who woke her up she wouldn't have any. "Do you want something?" she asked her softly.
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Post by nat on Aug 3, 2008 0:35:35 GMT -5
((I have it! It's a takamakura.))
Natsuko laughed delightedly and caught the pillow, cuddling it to her midsection. Akeme could not darken her spirits today, she was in a good mood and she would rather keep it that way, thank you very much. Natsuko lifted her chin when she realized which tone Akeme was using. A frown appeared on Natsuko's lips. This was Akeme's 'Im only pretending to be nice' voice that every geisha created at some point in their training. "You're not nice, Akeme-chan! You're using your customer voice with me." She pouted, batting her lashes and using her puppy dog eye look.
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Post by hamada kayoko. on Aug 3, 2008 0:41:05 GMT -5
Akeme couldn't help but giggle at the look on Natsuko's face. She looked like a dying buffalo that was trying to look cute. She wondered if that was how she looked doing a puppy-dog face. Of course not. I'm much too pretty too look like a dying buffalo!, she told herself.
She saw Natsuko cuddling her pillow. She narrowed her eyes. "Give me back my pillow," she said, trying to sound like a sumo wrestler. At least, what she imagined a sumo wrestler would sound like. She hadn't ever heard one talk.
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Post by nat on Aug 3, 2008 0:44:51 GMT -5
Natsuko fell backwards, exploding in laughter. "What was that voice supposed to be?!" She gasped, hardly able to speak because she couldn't stop laughing. It had sounded like the dying Yoda from those starwars movies that the 'nerds' seemed to like so much. The very thought of that sent her into even more giggles and she feared she would destroy herself simply laughing.
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Post by hamada kayoko. on Aug 3, 2008 0:52:38 GMT -5
Akeme giggled a little. "It was supposed to be a sumo wrestler. You know, thoise fat guys that wear thongs and push each other?" She thought sumo was disgusting, but she knew some people liked it. She hoped Natsuko wasn't. She didn't want to offend her. She snatched her pillow back and stuck her tongue out at Natsuko.
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Post by nat on Aug 3, 2008 0:56:12 GMT -5
"Oh! That wasn't a sumo wrestler at all, Akeme! Shame, you sounded like you were dying!" She said, and then promptly launched herself at Akeme, her hands finding the soft pillow and tugging. She found herself half on the floor, half on Akeme, her hair in disarray and her dress...well that was going to take a bit of fixing. She started to laugh again, thinking of all the trouble they'd get in if someone found them. But that didn't mean she'd relinquished her hold on the soft pillow. Oh no, she was clutching it as if it was her lifeline.
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Post by hamada kayoko. on Aug 3, 2008 1:00:16 GMT -5
Akeme shrieked and tugged as hard as she could on the pillow, almost flying against the wall. But Natsuko didn't let go. She furrowed her eyebrows and pursed her lips, pulling with all her strength on the pillow. She hoped they wouldn't rip in in half; it was her only pillow.
She pulled and pulled and pulled until she felt like her arms were going to die. She let go with one hand to try and smooth down her hair.
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Post by nat on Aug 3, 2008 1:02:21 GMT -5
Natsuko laughed once more when she heard Akeme shriek. She seemed to be full of laughter today, and who could blame her? She found everything about this hilarious. She kept her hold on the pillow, hoping that she could get it from her. For some reason she wanted the pillow, but now she wanted it a lot. Because now her pride was on the line, she had to have it! Natsuko yanked incredibly hard when Akeme let go with one hand, hoping that she'd get it this time.
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Post by hamada kayoko. on Aug 3, 2008 1:09:07 GMT -5
Akeme yelled when she felt the pillow being ripped from her hand. She threw herself on Natsuko, trying to get her pillow back. It didn't work, and she only succeeded in messing up her sleeping robe and stepping on her school yukata. She kneeled on the ground, and picked it up, hoping it wasn't ruined.
It wasn't and she sighed with relief. "You can have that pillow. I'll just steal your's." She stuck her tongue out and rubbed the back of her neck.
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Post by nat on Aug 3, 2008 1:12:25 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes, huffing a breath. "Oh pooh, you take the fun out of everything!" She declared, pitching the pillow at her 'sister', as all referred to each other in the okiya. She tilted her head to the side and frowned. "Why are you rubbing your neck? We don't even have to sleep on takamura's yet, we get fluffy pillows!" She said, leaning to her own pallet and grabbing soft, fluffy pillow and hugging it to herself.
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Post by hamada kayoko. on Aug 3, 2008 14:01:13 GMT -5
Akeme groaned. "I don't want to have to sleep on a takamakura. You think they would let me go and get my hair redone every day?" She bit her lip thoughtfully. Probably not... It would cost too much.
She lay down on the floor and closed her eyes. All she wanted to do was sleep...
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