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 NO DIGGITY, tag: momi
Honiahaka Solomon
 Posted: Dec 1 2016, 01:41 AM
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Honiahaka Solomon
Transient 30 HACKTIVIST
He who stands for nothing, falls alone

PLAYED BY Benny

BERRIES 805

POSTS 102



The Grail celebrates its 12th year in business with a promotion of free nachos and every pitcher of beer after your second at downward-scaling prices. The nachos aren't worth it, the beer definitely is.

When the bartender doesn't understand ASL, Honi uses her phone's texting feature to order two pitchers of beer. Soon enough she's setting two pitchers and two glasses down at a small table halfway to the restrooms that affords clear access to the emergency exits.

Considering she's meeting her cousin for an actual social outing for the first time since, well ever, she imagines it'll be to their her benefit to prepare an exit beforehand.

Ever intrepid, she thinks caustically, expression passive as she links her fingers to keep from pressing her fingers against the scar that sketches a cleft from the right corner of her lip towards her cheek. It's especially visible in this kind of lighting, angled to cast shadows. She supposes it's meant to be flattering or some shit.

She checks her phone; Momi's late. Tilting a pitcher she fills her glass. If she finishes both before he gets here he's paying for everything.

Maybe you'll be buzzed by then and this will all be easy as fuck.
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Momi Hale
 Posted: Jan 19 2017, 10:27 PM
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Momi Hale
Hawaii 25 Hacker/Fairy Elementa
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PLAYED BY khy

BERRIES 85

POSTS 53




Family is a strange conundrum in his mind: one part rosy nostalgia, three parts dangerous games. The perfect cocktail. Between the scent of the sea breeze and the scent of coppery blood, Momi has always felt like he walks the shadows between two worlds, a part of both; never quite belonging to either. If he could, he would return to the shores of Kihei, put up his feet, carve boats for a living. But he can't. He's too hungry to settle, and so he throws himself into the wind, scattering, laughing all the way.

Honi is part of the World-Back-Then. He has fond memories of his cousin, of scuffing up sand around her ankles, of tracing the life-lines on her palm, predicting fortunes. Meeting her again stokes excitement, razor claws, gentle silk. He's dying to know what's become of her. What's changed? What's remained the same? Questions, questions, he's already made so many bets with himself that he almost floats right past the woman he's supposed to be meeting.

Black jacket, tee and jeans. It's more the hair that gives it away: Honi has the same wild mop she had as a child, if slightly less frizzy. Momi's inordinately pleased. Grinning broadly, he plops into the seat next to her, slinging an arm over her shoulder.

"Cuz~" he warbles, lilting the word into a sing-song. "Been a while. What happened to your face?" Without waiting for a reply, he tacks on: "Looks good on you. Very biker chick."

The beer's out. Momi helps himself to Honi's glass, winking at her and teasing to see what she'll do. He's bundled up: between the jacket, turtleneck and scarf, Momi seems to be warding himself against all the cold, ever. His choice of colours remains as loud and vibrant as ever. Harem pants complete the ensemble, loosely tucked into his boots.

"Chilly up here. How long before the penguins join in?"

He shifts to sit on his hands.

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