One of THOSE days {Open}

[rachelberry]

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Normally, Rachel wasn't one to bore easily, especially because she was the type of girl who normally had a routine planned out. Today seemed to be different, however. She wasn't sure entirely what it was, but it seemed almost like she had woken up on the wrong side of the bed. It was a Saturday, thankfully, so she didn't have to worry about dealing with Mondays and the people that came with them. Not that she really thought of anyone as a pain or anything, though it seemed like whenever she was in a cloudy mood by not waking up energized, she tended to be almost as pitiful as she was when sick. She had called Kurt, but his phone had gone to voice mail after a few rings, and she'd decided he was most likely hanging out with Blaine. So she left a message and said she was going to get some coffee before heading over to the park, and 'if you want to join me, I'll be there for a while.' So her day had started out with a stop at the coffee shop for a soy latte with an extra shot of caffeine, for once not worrying about the fact that it wouldn't be good for her voice. Which is how she found herself now, sitting on one of the benches littered around the park, watching the few amount of people wandering around with their dogs, or a few of them with their kids. Normally she went for an early run, but today she simply didn't have the energy for it. She figured that's why she felt so sluggish, since running normally gave her body endorphin and perked up her mood, but today they were lacking. A couple of times she checked her phone, but so far she didn't have any texts or calls from Kurt, or any of her other peers. She was half tempted to call Puck and see if he'd like to keep her some company, but knew that it was most likely way earlier than he made a habit of getting up at; no doubt her call would be answered with grumbled words. Deciding that she didn't want to spend too much time sitting alone at the bench, Rachel gathered her coffee and her purse, slipping her phone back in her pocket before getting up and setting off on a mini adventure around the park. There was nothing new that she hadn't seen before, considering that she had lived her whole life in Lima anyways, but soon enough she found herself in front of the swing set perched in the middle of beauty bark and some grass. Setting her bag down beside her, she took the empty swing and pushing herself back and forth a bit, letting her feet drag across the dry wood as she cupped her now luke-warm drink in her hands. LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR anyone who would like to join her! IT HAS 482 WORDS. SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING this. BY THE WAY, not my best, but my replies get better as I get more into character. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE

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[MIKI ELAINE YASHIDA]

"The stars, the moon, they have all been drowned out." Miki sang under her breath.

It wasn't cold. It wasn't warm. It was just September and the autumn leaves were falling from the trees, slowly descending on the golden ground. There was a chilly breeze running through the area, so shorts and skimpy tanks had been abandoned in favor of form-fitting sweaters and jeans. Even in the cooler climate Miki wore a pair of low suede heels she had bought on a whim when she was in Akron. It was the only place with good shops that didn't require a two-hour car trip, unlike Westeville. The $31 bucks she forked over for them were almost enough to start saving up for a new lens but she had three for her Canon Digital Rebel T2i already.

Currently her camera was set up on a tripod, tilted down slightly at a 25 degree angle to take some shots of the golden brown ground. The bright green grass of summer had grown out, and the deeper shades of autumn set in but you could barely see them. Nature had seen it fit, from Miki's perspective, to cover the loss of such vibrant ground with alternating shades of leaves. The trees would miss summer and it's intense heat; they would grow to miss the laughter of running children, the coolness of sudden summer rain, the freshness of the rare wind in the evenings. They would miss these and weep at the coming winter, weep at Jack Frost crawling from his home to spread the cold, miserable snow. Shedding their golden, golden brown and red leaves, they would cover the shameful green grass with layer upon layer of their own creation.

Snip. Snip. Snip!

Three shots of the crinkled leaves joined the fifty-something photographs the girl had already taken. Among them were captured moments of running children in the park, a smile from a waiter at the local Lima Bean (Miki had felt great when she shamelessly asked for quick shot) and some still shots of the trees. They became barer and barer, more naked as their leaves fell and Miki felt sad about it. Spring and Summer were her favorite seasons. First, everything would come alive slowly, the sun's morning rays waking up the flowers that slept through the harsh winter days. Second, the flowers would become vibrant just when the trees began to grow their signature coats, their leaves. Then, in the sweltering heat of summer they would be fully grown and nature would have it's 24/7 fashion show. However, everything ends at some point and autumn was the off-season for nature and winter was the harsh time it undertook to be ready for rejuvenation.

Just because she knew this cycle was important, didn't mean she had to like it.

Five minutes after capturing the shots of the leafy ground, Miki folded up her tripod and dropped it into her green messenger bag. Adjusting the collar on her black cardigan, she walked along the wide fields of the park, reveling in the way her shoes made the ground beneath her crunch. She would lift her camera every once in a while, just to take a look through the lens and see if there was anything worthy of her attention.

She had just transferred from the cool ground to the solid cement of the path when, while turning to her left, she saw a girl on a swing set. Mind you, from a far she looked a little young.

"Hm. Maybe if I adjust the zoom enough." Miki held her camera up and captured a shot of the girl swinging.

When she moved forward to take another she began to notice how familiar the girl was. It struck her that perhaps she had taken her picture before. She was probably a McKinley student

It was only when she was 25 feet away, leaving her messenger bag against the tree, that she noticed it was someone from the talented, but rather abused, school Glee Club.

"New Directions..." The Asian-American girl lifted her camera and focused it on the girl, taking a good look at her long brown locks and sweet smile.

Yes. This photo would be a keeper.

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notes--- i ish the rambling rambling devil?!
lyrics--- Lady Gaga's The Edge of Glory
credit--- Credit to Dollie

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[rachelberry]

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Summer was most definitely past it's peak, and the Lima weather was definitely transitioning into fall. Which is why she had pulled out one of the sweaters she was so known for from her closet this morning, and paired it with the rest of her usual outfit. During the nicer summer weathers should could normally get away with wearing just her ballet flats and a skirt and tank top without her normal tights, but she wasn't fond of trying the weather when it started getting into September and the later months of the year. She much preferred to be safer and warm, rather than grumpy and cold, even if her sweater was a tad bit heavier than she actually needed. The days were starting to get shorter once more, she could notice, seeing as the sun was just now starting to break through the clouds in the sky, and the last time she had checked her phone it said it was going on nine. The sun had already risen by now, she knew, though it's position in the sky told her it was definitely transitioning back into winter mode. Winter was definitely the season Rachel hated the most - she was a Spring girl - but really, what could she do about it? There was no use in complaining about it, especially because she figured she'd need to be accustomed to this type of weather. New York was going to be the same, if not a bit more colder in the winter time. A small laugh caught her attention, and Rachel turned her head to the left, spying a little boy playing with his father not far from her. A smile tugged on her lips, but dimmed slightly as the name of her biological mother crossed her mind. It didn't matter that it was a year past now, the sting that Shelby hadn't wanted to get her as a daughter was still as painful as when she found out that the older woman had adopted Noah and Quinn's baby. Gripping her coffee cup a little tighter, her fingers grazed the edge of her phone in her pocket as she debated whether or not to check it once more. If she checked it any more often, she decided as she pulled her hand away, people would start to think she had some kind of spaz problem. So instead Rachel raised her cup to her lips and drank what was left of her drink, the smile - while a bit smaller now - still playing on her lips as she watched the little kid. Not much farther from her, she heard what she took to the be the crunching of some of the dry leaves who had prematurely fallen to the ground underneath someone's shoes. Just before she turned to see the new comer, Rachel heard the slightly sound of a camera's shutter, and turned fully with a smile. There was a girl standing about fifteen feet away from her, a camera indeed in her hands and raised to her face. The petite brunet focused on the girl as she said something, trying to pick up the words through the small breeze passing through them. "Sorry?" Rachel asked with a small smile directed at the girl, who she could know tell was Asian-American, though it wasn't Tina or someone from the Glee club. Those being the main people she socialized with, Rachel didn't know many of the other students of McKinley high other that the people who enjoyed slushing her, or Jacob Ben Israel who seemed to have an unhealthy obsession with her. This girl was definitely not any of those people, but Rachel figured it was safe enough to assume that she was someone from McKinley. LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR Miki / Open! IT HAS 625 WORDS. SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING this. BY THE WAY, ---. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE

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[MIKI ELAINE YASHIDA]

"Sorry?"

Busted.

Miki lowered her camera when she heard the other girl's voice over the burst of wind that flew all around. She smiled sheepishly and, if it weren't were her lightly caramel skin, she'd probably be red from embarrassment. Only a few people ever berated her for taking pictures without their consent but they normally cooled off if she deleted them or if they were good ones. Miki opened her mouth to speak but closed it when a small avalanche of leaves flew down her way, carried by a sudden bout of wind. She closed her eyes and swatted her left hand slightly around her face. Her camera jiggled in the grip of her right hand. The howling of the trees grew louder, something you'd only hear in summer in the company of a thunderstorm but happened quite often in the cooler autumn season. Once the noise died down a bit Miki walked a little further towards the girl on the swing set.

Her mother always told her to be more sociable, to make more friends.

In reality her mother had actually told her to make friends with boys so she wouldn't die a bitter old widow whose youngest daughter never gave her the joy of several grandchildren.

Ah, the wonders of tradition.

"I'm... I'm Miki. Sorry about taking your picture so suddenly but the lighting was good and it's kind of..." She was talking to the girl up until she noticed a young boy and her mother nearby. The woman, with wild red curls flowing down her left shoulder, lifted the boy, with equally curly red hair, and their smiles were captured by Miki's lightning quick skills. "An impulse, you could say."

It truly was. Someone had once told her, or maybe she had read it, that part of the folly of an artist was the routine of life. It wasn't because there wasn't anything truly beautiful or wondrous about routine, order or cycles but because sometimes the most fascinating things came in the middle of the day. Quite often Miki stared out through the classroom windows during her History class and saw a little hummingbird at the window sill. It would be perched perfectly, eyes looking back right at her. It would flick it's wings a bit and then fly off, never to be seen at the right moment.

This was why she had taken to carrying a camera all the time so, even while walking from her apartment to buy a gallon of milk, nothing would escape her ability to capture it. Which was why her hands always held on to the camera with the strap wrapped securely around a wrist.

Trying not to zone out in her own thoughts, Miki decide that making an effort would be better than awkwardly walking away only to see the girl again in some hallway at school. Plus, she had nothing better to do and she could always use an excuse not to work at the restaurant. Food was heaven and cooking was a delight but fighting with someone over how hot their miso soup should be was frustrating.

"You go to McKinley?"

words--- 527 words?!
tags--- everyone?!
notes--- i ish the rambling rambling devil?!
lyrics--- Lady Gaga's The Edge of Glory
credit--- Credit to Dollie

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[rachelberry]

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Rachel offered a smile as to show that she didn't mind the surprise picture being taken, especially since if she was going to become a Broadway star, she was going to have to get used to the constant paparazzi photographs. Her fathers would be proud, she mused to herself, that she was making small talk with someone from school, and so far it wasn't forced and had yet to end with a slushie thrown in her face. Rachel knew about impulses quite a bit of the time, though not in the same way. Her impulses revolved more around singing or criticizing people who sung badly. She couldn't always control it, and a lot of the time she thought that it was one of the things that most people didn't like about her. "It's alright," Rachel started with another smile and a shake of her head, "I...don't mind," she finished; that explanation was a lot easier to explain that saying that she needed to prepare for the paparazzi once she took over Broadway. And it wouldn't get her as many looks and scoffs as the other one tended to. She followed the other girl's gaze to the mother and son duo she had been watching just moments before, smiling as she heard the shutter of the camera go off. It would make a great picture, she was sure, even though she didn't have an eye for photography. But she knew how to appreciate lighting and background settings well enough to be able to guess when something would look good or not. Rachel dug her toes into the beauty bark, pushing her weight onto them and rocking the swing back and forth as the chains creaked a bit. She reached down next to her and set her close to empty coffee cup down next to her bag before wrapping both hands around the chains holding the swings up and swinging with a bit more force. It was still moving quite slow, the swing, seeing as she was really not using or gaining any momentum, but the steady back and forth motion was relaxing in a way, and Rachel started to drift into her own thoughts. She stayed on safer thoughts about the upcoming school year, and what would be in store for New Directions when the competitions started again. It was her senior year, and she was determined to win Nationals this year, even if it killed her. Last year was almost humiliating, but at least it had given her and Finn a chance to clear up everything between them. She still loved him, though now those romantic feelings had transitioned into ones of a deep and close friendship, and she was no longer worried about getting him back. She wouldn't be surprised if something happened between him and Quinn once more, but only time would tell that. She was perfectly content to spend this year single, she told herself, though in the back of her mind was the little annoying voice that told her it would be nice to have a relationship for her senior year. Shaking the thoughts aside, she realized that the girl in front of her had said something and was now looking at her somewhat expectantly. Rachel could feel heat creeping up her face, though she was glad that her skin was tan enough that it wouldn't flush bright red. "Oh, sorry. Um, yes, I do." She wondered whether she should extend her hand for a handshake or not, but did people even handshake anymore? Or was it all about the fist bumps that Noah and other boys did that she never really understood? "I'm Rachel," she finally settled with, offering a smile once more, her hands tucked together on her lap. LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR Miki / Open! IT HAS 626 WORDS. SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING this. BY THE WAY, ---. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE

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[MIKI ELAINE YASHIDA]

Miki thought back to moments before the two girls introduced themselves to each other and remembered the slight passing of a solemn expression on Rachel's face. It was September and it was cold. While the climate was getting drearier so were the spirits of the people of Lima. Most adults were content with the quiet little city in the middle of Ohio but the Lima teens lived for Summer. The subjected themselves to surviving the cold and frozen time of Winter, when hardly anything besides football and Christmas happened, for the strong scents and bright times of summer. It was understandable that they began to lag once the date on the calendar drew closer to the new school year.

Miki liked to change that. While she wasn't a party girl or extremely sociable, she was an optimist.

If one thing about optimist was true it was that most knew optimism was contagious, mostly because they liked to spread it themselves.

"We're not friends or anything but you kind of look like a Dementor flew by and sucked your half-way out." The Harry Potter infused simile rang out louder than any of the half-uttered words the girl had said before.

"If you're a bit down, just... swing.Maybe it'll make you feel better?"

There was the general lull of a conversation; the meeting could go either up or down from there. Miki held the chains of the swing while moving back. She stood a bit apart from Rachel before suddenly pushing forward, folding her legs beneath her. Her body was flung forward with the seat and two thin denim-covered legs extended forward. It became a sudden routine: lean back while extending the legs and then fold them underneath once momentum carried you forward.

Miki's hair flew wildly about as she swung forwards and back, her head turning to look at Rachel. Plastered on her face was an encouraging smile which could be seen through the fluttering locks of brown hair. She didn't know Rachel at all but sorrow and solemnity was often best left to waste on a duller, darker day. The sun was bright, shining on even though the sweltering heat of the season had left, and there were barely any clouds.

It was a time to be content with life, even if just a little.

words--- 534 words?!
tags--- everyone?!
notes--- oh my god I'm sorry this is so un-quality. Miki switches to blunt because she's comfortable now, pay no miiiiiind...?!
lyrics--- Lady Gaga's The Edge of Glory
credit--- Credit to Dollie

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[rachelberry]

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Turning her attention back towards her new companion as the girl took the swing next to her, Rachel followed the advice silently before pushing herself forward and backwards once more. She let her toes only brush against the wood bellow them now, pushing out her legs in front of herself before pulling back against the back of her thighs. The momentum of the pumping made her swing travel a bit quicker and higher than before, though she still was only in a gentle swinging motion. Rachel had never liked making the swing go too high or too fast; ever since she was little she'd always had a fear of the thing breaking and collapsing on her. The brunet knew she didn't weigh enough to have to worry about it, but it was still one of those thoughts that lingered in the back of her mind, almost taunting her. Rachel looked over at the girl for a few seconds before smiling at the Harry Potter reference. It always seemed to surprise people, but the series was truly one of her favorites, along with The Lord of the Rings. Sure, neither of them were about Broadway, which many people seemed to think her life revolved around (to be fair, however, most of it did.), but Rachel Berry could enjoy 'normal' teenager things like everyone else, thank you very much. She laughed quietly, though it was mostly to herself as she kicked her legs out in front of her once more before pulling them back tight. "It's nothing," she said with a small smile. Sure, something was bothering her, but she wasn't the type of person to really acknowledge it, or much less talk about it with a stranger. Her fathers said she internalized many of her feelings, and she had a feeling they were right. She'd been called prideful before, and Rachel had a feeling that this was one of the times that they meant. The brunet kept swinging, however, following the other girl's advice. They fell into a silence, but Rachel was surprised to find that it wasn't an uncomfortable one like the ones that she fell into with most other people. This one instead was filled with the air blowing through her hair and playing with the ends, and tugging them this way and that. She smoothed a hand over her hair in hopes of it settling down a bit before turning to look at her companion. "So, you know my name, but I don't know yours?" she wasn't sure why she ended up phrasing it as a question, but added a smile at the end anyways. LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR Miki! IT HAS 437 WORDS. SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING this. BY THE WAY, oh, look who fails at posts too? It's okay, happens to all of us! OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE

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[MIKI ELAINE YASHIDA]

"It's nothing,"

Miki heard the flutter of a whisper reach her ears and even though it seemed Rachel had said it out loud, the creaking of the chains drowned out her voice a bit. She could still hear the two words, and analyze and interpret them. They were part of that pack of words that were the most transparent, yet easiest, lies one could ever tell.

It's nothing. I'm fine. It's cool. I'll be ok. I'm ok.

They all centered around a person and they were all important because of the 'I'. Miki often found that people could lie without much of a problem and that lies about one's past, present, skills or abilities were common. It wasn't so easy to mask what you were feeling through a lie. It would never be easy because even the most skilled liar had a 'tell'; it was simply harder to figure out what that 'tell' was. Still, Miki left it alone and kept swinging. She and Rachel weren't friends, just strangers bordering on acquaintances. While that could change and grow into a small friendship, that would take time. Forming friendships as an adolescent was a thousand times harder than as a child. As a child you sat next to someone and often did because they wore your favorite color or liked the same cartoons you did. All it would take was five minutes and two children would be running around like best friends.

As adolescents it was much, much harder. All the baggage of an adult wasn't there but the hormones more than made up for it. The awkwardness and discomfort of being a teenager created something like a veil. The veil would be difficult to find and hard to push through, yet easy to break once you were through.

"So, you know my name, but I don't know yours?"

Miki let her feet drag on the ground as her body swung back on the seat; she slowed down enough for the seat to settle back into its original hanging position. She turned her attention to Rachel.

"Miki Yashida. And I know your name because Figgins asked me to take pictures of the Glee Club last year, when you guys went to Regionals.

She had offered the pictures, after editing them and organizing them in pages, to be used in the Yearbook but was nearly laughed at by the other students. Most just said that one page would do and that's all New Directions got in the 2011 Yearbook. One page with one photo of their members and three of them at competition.

It was part of the reason Miki didn't buy one.

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notes--- this is late, forgive me?!
lyrics--- Lady Gaga's The Edge of Glory
credit--- Credit to Dollie

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[rachelberry]

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For someone who was a fantastic actress, Rachel also happened to be a terrible liar. Of course, saying 'it's nothing' wasn't necessarily a lie, she just really didn't happen to want to talk about it. Most people probably wouldn't even notice and shrug it off, but there were a few who would tell her to talk it out, that it might make her feel better. She didn't know what this girl's response would be, but so far she seemed perceptive enough that she'd probably be able to know it wasn't the whole truth. Rachel just hoped she was also perceptive enough to gather that it wasn't something she wanted to talk about. The brunette let out a quiet sigh when the issue wasn't pushed by the other girl, because she really didn't know how she herself would respond. She knew the only person she'd probably talk about it with would be Noah, but that was simply because she trusted him, and she knew he could relate. But she pushed the thoughts aside, tucking a stand of hair behind her ear as she wind played with the ends. The girl didn't push the subject, and Rachel didn't bring it up again. They weren't friends, at least not yet. Borderline acquaintances, maybe, but not friends. They swung in silence for a few minutes, the only sounds being the surrounding ones and the creaking of the swing's chains. It was a bit loud to Rachel's ears, since she wasn't used to the silence. Her fathers would sometimes call her a motormouth because she would always fill the silence with anything she could think to talk about, and had ever since she was little. It was teasing, of course, but the fact that it was one of the things her peers disliked about her, Rachel had sought to try and change that more than once. She wasn't sure how the girl next to her would respond if she started talking a mile a minute, so she kept her mouth shut. Rachel smiled as the girl introduced herself, now having a name that she could call her by, "It's very nice to meet you, Miki," Rachel smiled sincerely, slowing her own swing down a bit. She smiled as the girl mentioned being the photographer who took the picture of the Glee club that was featured in the yearbook. She hated the fact that once again New Directions got the least amount of space available, and once again the Cheerios and Football team got about at least three pages. She didn't mention it, however, because it was honestly nothing new. She just hoped that this year would be different, and McKinley High would come to their senses and realize how amazing New Directions really was. "It was a beautiful picture," Rachel said sincerely with another smile as she clutched the chains in her hands and looked back over at Miki, "You're a fantastic photographer." LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR Miki! IT HAS 490 WORDS. SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING this. BY THE WAY, don't worry about it!! OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE

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[MIKI ELAINE YASHIDA]

"It's very nice to meet you Miki."

"Likewise."

Another cool breeze swept through the park, making the trees shimmy and shake; it swept up the leaves and created small tornadoes over the covered ground. The bushes rustled and leaned back a bit in the direction the wind pushed them. This was a part of Lima that Miki would miss if she ever left. If you went to places like New York or Los Angeles you could find a peaceful spot in a park, nestled in the center of a bustling city. There was a kind of peace and calm there that was, or at least it was assumed to be, similar to a coffee break in the middle of a busy day. Five minutes of an organized world in a place that was only steps away from chaos and disorder. There was a kind of peace in this small, largely unknown town that couldn't be achievable by a city. You could escape it, for a moment or two, the loud noises and rumble of buildings and skyscrapers but it would always be there. In the background, waiting.

"It was a beautiful picture,"

"I had, have, more of them but the Yearbook Committee said they'd give half a page. I had to fight for that full page."

The words were said clearly and boldly, as though Miki were speaking to the president of the club herself. She had delighted, in a way that interested and disturbed her, the way the president turned red when she saw her presentation; there were some in the group, as well as the supervising teacher, who liked the three page spread on the club. It was only right to give them that since they made it to Nationals. The girl had not budged and said they could only grant them half a page, since the AV Club's page had been quote/unquote 'donated' to the Cheerios. This was contradictory to the general flow that Figgins took when requesting pages for clubs. If they didn't do much, a page would do, but after the nationally televised defeat of the Cheerios, three pages was as pointless as lighting a firecracker underwater.

""You're a fantastic photographer."

"Aw, don't make me blush!"

Miki smiled brightly as she walked towards her bag again. She pulled her camera out and searched for a little strap with a keychain on it. As she came back, the sun peeked out from behind the clouds a bit. The soft glow contradicted the cooler climate immediately. Sitting back down at her swing, Miki searched for a media card on her key-chain, inserted into the camera (switching out the one inside it) and held it out to Rachel.

"If I'm right, this is the one with the Sectionals and Regionals photos".

words--- 704 words?!
tags--- everyone?!
notes---FEEL FREE TO MAKE THE PHOTOS BE WHATEVER YOU WANT?!
lyrics--- Lady Gaga's The Edge of Glory
credit--- Credit to Dollie

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[rachelberry]

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Rachel took the irons chains once more in her hands, tightening her fingers around them as she pushed her self in a rocking motion with her feet. She didn't go too high or two fast, but the momentum was enough to have her swinging at a gentle pace, the toes of her shoes grazed over the bark as she pulled her legs back towards her. She turned her head to offer a smile at the girl next to her as she let her torso fall back a bit, her arms supporting her by clinging to the swing's chains. She slowed her pace a bit, but continued to rock the swing leisurely. She wasn't surprised, at all, that there were more pictures that actually had been put in to the yearbook. New Directions had taken about five or six group photos, but only one of them actually made it in to the yearbook, considering they only got a full page. It was better than the years previous, but still incredibly disappointing. Sure, they placed in twelfth at nationals last year, and sure being in the Glee club meant you weren't even really on the social ladder, being underneath even the geeks and losers that happen to be at the bottom rung. And because she was in Glee club and passionate about it, Rachel had gotten a slushie tossed in her face practically everyday since starting high school. But she held strong to the belief that being part of something special made you special. And Glee Club was special, why couldn't people see that? "Could I see them, some time?" she asked before she could think better of it, but continued on anyways. "If you wouldn't mind, of course." The brunette shrugged a shoulder as casually as she could, but a smile broke out over her face as she heard Miki's next words. It was nice to know that someone other than her and the rest of Glee fought for them. "Thank you," she said sincerely as she went back to focusing on her swinging, though she was still watching the girl from the corner of her eye, "It's nice to know someone besides just the club and Mr. Shue cares about the Glee club." A larger smile once again tugged at her lips at Miki's exclamation, and she let out a light laugh. "No, it's true!" she said, nodding her head for emphasis. Anyone who knew her well would know that she meant every word coming out of her mouth. Rachel wasn't always once to hand out compliments like she did with her baking, only doing so when she felt someone was truly talented and deserving of her praise. Praise and compliments on her talents were, to Rachel, necessary. Noah had even once joked that they were like oxygen to her, she needed them to breathe. And she'd once told Finn that she was like Tinkerbell, and needed applause to keep her alive. So for her to hand out a compliment so easily to the other girl meant that she really meant the words. She stopped her swing a couple of minutes later, reaching out to angle the camera so the glare of the sun wouldn't be reflecting right off the screen. Like the girl had said, the picture was definitely one of New Directions' performance. Her bright blue dress caught her eye as she stood between Santana and Brittany, in the middle of their dance. It was the second number they had performed that night, the original song the group had written together. "That was Regionals alright," Rachel said with a grin as she looked at the picture once more. Even though at the time she still had been so hung up on Finn, she was glad that the camera was showing a picture of the team at Regionals, rather than Nationals, where it could have a chance to show her and Finn's kiss if it was caught at the right moment. They were definitely better of as friends, they'd decided once they had gotten back to Lima, which was for the best. She took her hand off the camera and smiled once more at Miki. LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR Miki! IT HAS 700 WORDS. SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING this. BY THE WAY, - - -! OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE

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[MIKI ELAINE YASHIDA]

"It's nice to know someone besides just the club and Mr. Shue cares about the Glee club."

"It depends on what you consider to be the definition of someone."

She wasn't popular or even close to outer edges of the in-crowd but you didn't need to be to to know all about the school and it's students. most of the people expressed their beliefs based on their surroundings. If you created an air of hostility and suppression, there wouldn't be any new ideas or opinions coming out of the mouths of people who inhabited it daily. The popular crowd went about spouting their own ideals and likes and dislikes. It was always better to agree and avoid the ice-cold slushie to the face.

"You're a smart girl so... you'll follow my logic for a moment." In the sixteen year old's life there wasn't anyone who quite understood her views on human behavior. Although she spoke so surely, it was yet to be seen that Rachel would be different.

"In adult society you have those who lead and those who follow. It stands to reason that those aspiring to be adults, teens, would follow and imitate that, albeit unconsciously. So, if those in power or with power, or with influence think of an idea and stick to it, most others will agree. It would be logical that not many would go against it or that those who do are overlooked."

She looked at Rachel and then forward, towards the trees and the bushes, and the children playing in a nearby jungle gym. Even they followed the social caste and habits. Little by little it would become a part of them, swirling in their minds while sleeping. It was always part of the reason why adults would never fully understand how to change future generations. The greatest things they had been taught were with them unconsciously and the distance between infancy and adulthood was so vast that all could be easily forgotten.

"But in every society there is rebellion. There's that one swirling idea that is hummed beneath the surface, unheard by people who choose to spout their own beliefs. Chequevara. Patria o muerte. Martin Luther King Jr. I have a dream. If you look at every nation, every country that is or ever was, you'll find those sparks of contradiction."

She pulled back and swung slightly, the seat turning side to side as she fumbled a bit; sometimes the worn rubber of the seats was enough to grant you a wedgie. Wedgies in the middle of philosophical monologues weren't cool.

"The Jazz band hasn't had as much fun as they did before New Directions, or so I've heard. The A.V kids like recording your performances from time to time. Just because the Neanderthals and their air-headed robot-cheerleaders think you guys suck, epically, doesn't mean everyone else does."

If she could, she'd own that Yearbook Club and give the New Directions the spread they deserved but, as her mother said, 'such is life'. Miki's fingers grasped at the camera's solid body as it was given back. She stood from the swing and walked a few feet away from Rachel.

"Do me a small favor? Imagine the worst thing ever. See it clearly in your head. Let it fill you and then... imagine what it would feel like to make it go away. To change it. To overcome it."

It was at that moment, when Miki lifted her camera, that she realized her afternoon musings were becoming transfixed on Rachel Berry and her abused Glee Club. It probably wasn't a good thing if it expanded into an innocent crush. However, if she kept it as a personal study of a person, then Miki knew she would be one step closer to a new friend. Plus, the girl had looked a bit down in the dumps when they met earlier in the day. Giving her something else to think about, correcting her minor misconception, would help.

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lyrics--- Lady Gaga's The Edge of Glory
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[rachelberry]

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The words weren't rude, and they weren't even mean, but somehow the still managed to make Rachel's mouth open and close as she attempted to think of a reply. The other girl had a point, but she couldn't honestly say that she'd ever given much though to the fact that some of the other underdogs in the school happened to enjoy the Glee club as well. Unfortunately she did tend to get caught up whole popular versus others thing that had been ruling schools in the form of cliques since even before she was born. "I suppose that's true,"

[/b] she replied with a sigh. Because, really, it wasn't fair at all to overlook anyone else and their opinions because the biggest hate going on at the school seemed to be between the popular kids and the glee club that everyone enjoyed slusheeing. But if she thought about it closely, there were other people as well who suffered torment from the jocks, people who weren't in Glee. The tiny brunette let out another sigh but nodded at her companion as to say that she'd humor her.

For one of the first times in her life, Rachel didn't say anything for a while, instead listening to the other girl speak and nod her head every now and again. Anyone else, she was sure, would stop in the middle of a sentence and ask her if she was sick. Well, maybe not in a way that meant they really cared, but most people were used to the small diva talking a mile a minute about everything and anything that crossed her mind. But Miki didn't know her, not terribly well, at least, and it gave her a chance to be someone else for a bit as she just listened to the words and pushing herself on the ground a bit to make her swing move. Not entirely sure what to do in the silence, Rachel dug her heels into the ground bellow her and looked over at the kids playing on the jungle gym not too far in front of them, leaning her head against the metal chain of the swing.

While she wasn't listening to the words too much anymore, she could still hear and understand them. She could see the picture they were forming easily over the view of the kids, almost as though she could see them transforming into the social groups and cliques as they got older. Being a kid made everything so much easier. Even though there weren't many kids who had liked her even when she was that age, things had been much, much simpler. There had been cliques even back then, but they were over different things. And it was so easy to make friends back then. You could sit next to someone and say a simple hello, and ten seconds later you'd be playing like you had known each other the entirety of your life. Or, at least, that's how Rachel had seen things.

She nodded one more, smiling this time as Miki's words shifted a bit. She'd always liked the members of the Jazz club. Many of them she didn't know by name, but they helped out with New Direction's music more than once, and they were people that she would smile and offer a small hello to in the hallways when she walked passed them. Turning her head to face Miki a bit better, Rachel nodded, glanced away and looked back over at her companion. "Thank you," she said, not just because to her, but to the rest of the people who had been mentioned in her little speech. She hadn't actually realized how many people seemed to enjoy what New Directions had to offer other than just them, but now she felt like she had been wearing blinders for a while.

Dropping her hand onto her lap after returning the camera, Rachel watched Miki from the corner of her eye as she took a couple of steps away from her. She nodded in answer to her question, though she wasn't entirely sure what kind of favor she was being asked to do. Over a couple of seconds, the next words sunk into her mind, and she had to hold back the snort that seemed to want to make it's way out of her mouth. The worst thing ever? It wasn't too hard, especially since Rachel was pretty such it was her worst memory. But she humored Miki anyways, picturing Shelby and a baby that looked just like Quinn, but who, she was sure, would have her father's eyes. the second part, letting it go, wasn't easy. Not that she had really expected it to be. She couldn't even really be sure if she had fully been able to, since she still felt like she resented Shelby for abandoning her more than anything, but those thoughts would get her nowhere. Instead she pictured herself on a Broadways stage once more, belting out the last note of her solo at the top of her lungs in front of a full house that was quickly rising to her feet to give her a standing ovation. It was easier to picture that than to try and come to terms with the other thoughts just yet, and Rachel latched onto them. A small smile crossed her face before she even knew it, and it seemed like her mood was lifted, even if by just a bit.[/size]
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[MIKI ELAINE YASHIDA]

Miki raised her camera, not bothering to look, to make sure the angle was right. The camera rested on her left hand while her right cradled the right side. She watched carefully as Rachel reacted to her request. She took three to five shots in the minute or so that transpired. It was better than she expected. Then again, the ability of a camera to capture the perfect angle and second was always amazing. Photographers were always up against the looming giant of time. You could never go back, not even a second. You could look at something and lose it's beauty in mere moments. It was part of the challenge.

Looking over the photos, Miki held the camera out for the other girl to grab.

"People rarely realize that they hold themselves back. From success, from change, even from failure. So, don't be blind to what you've achieved."

Very suddenly, in the calm breeze of the cool autumn day, Miki's pocket vibrated quite viciously. She pulled the slim device from her pocket, a quick 'sorry' muttered under her breath.

"Moshimoshi? Okaa-san!"

The call was short and quick. Miki smiled slightly at the frantic voice of her mother and was forced to pull her head away from the phone slightly. She muttered agreements and laughed slightly once. The clatter and rumble of voices could be heard in the background. She could hear dishes being sent out, dirty ones being returned and orders yelled out. It was clear Sanpuku was in it's afternoon rush. Those insurance salesmen weren't going to feed themselves. Her mother's voice steadily rose as the rumble and hum of the kitchen flowed up and down. She was probably cooking and talking at the same time, a feat her husband didn't approve of but couldn't stop; Mrs. Yashida got things done and her methods were to remained unquestioned.

"Hai. Oka- Hai. Ok-Hai. Mom, I'll be there!"

She hung up, pocketing the phone before wincing slightly. The sophomore was sure that a goodbye, honorable or not, had not left her mouth in the last few seconds. Miki groaned slightly before turning her attention to Rachel.

"I can print those photos for you, if you want. Plus I've got a whole slew of glee club shots that are gathering dust in my memory cards."

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tags--- everyone?!
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lyrics--- Lady Gaga's The Edge of Glory
credit--- Credit to Dollie

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[rachelberry]

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Rachel heard the click of Miki's camera, glancing over at her new acquaintance with a smile on her face. She didn't mind that she had become the focus of the girl's photography in the least bit, and reached out to cradle the offered camera in her hands while flipping through the pictures. They were good, which she new knew, but she couldn't help but still be impressed. This girl really had an eye for photography, and even when it seemed like she wasn't focusing on how the image would turn out, the pictures still seemed incredible. She would love to see some of her other work, especially some of her pictures of New Directions. She smiled once more at the girl's words. They reminded her of something that a prophet would say, or a philosopher, and she glanced up at Miki, pushing her bangs out of her eyes as the wind pushed them forward. The tips grazing the bridge of her nose reminded her she needed a hair cut. Or she needed to let her bangs grow out to be longer like they used to be. She liked both styles, but when it got to the point where her hair was poking her in the eye, she knew she needed a change. "Yes, I'm familiar with that idea," Rachel mused, though she had never felt like she held herself back much. At least, not anymore. As horrible as it sounded, sometimes she felt that if she had stayed together with Finn, it would have held her back from her dreams, and New York, and her destiny. Not because he was a bad guy at all, but just because she always seemed to have blinders on when it came to him, and was content to see only him and his needs instead of her own. But had she been holding herself back, too? She didn't think so, but maybe Miki saw things differently than she did. "Thank you." she said to the other girl with a bright smile, handing her camera back to her. She hadn't heard a phone ring, but it must have been on vibrate or something, because a few seconds later, Miki was pulling out the small electronic device with a muttered 'sorry.' Rachel shook her head with a smile, showing she didn't mind at all. She used her feet to push herself on the ground a bit as she tried not to listen to Miki's side of the conversation. It was hard, mostly since the girl was right there, but it was in a different language anyways, so it wasn't like she could understand much. She could, however, understand the last bit that had been said in English. When the other girl put her phone away, Rachel smiled over at her once more before asking, "I'm not keeping you from anything, am I?" The last thing she wanted to do was get her in trouble if she was supposed to be somewhere. Rachel glanced back over at the camera in question and found herself nodding at the question. "That would be wonderful, if you wouldn't mind. I'm sure the rest of the team would like to see them, too." She wasn't actually sure if many of the rest would care about the pictures or not, but she figured they'd be fun to have around, just in case. Besides, if they didn't want them, she could always keep them and put them in the scrapbook of New Directions she was thinking of putting together. LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR Miki! IT HAS 587 WORDS. SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING this. BY THE WAY, WHO DOESN'T POST IN TEN DAYS?! So sorry this took forever, Chii! </3! OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE

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