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Akanae
Legacy Name: Akanae

The Chibi Jollin
Owner: Rem_933

Age: 16 years, 8 months, 1 week

Born: August 16th, 2007

Adopted: 16 years, 8 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: August 16th, 2007 (Legacy)

Pet Spotlight Winner
March 15th, 2011

Statistics

• Level: 75
   
• Strength: 55
   
• Defense: 13
   
• Speed: 17
   
• Health: 12
   
• HP: 12/12
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

Akanae hates it when the light starts to change. Wasting time fixing this broken lens isn’t what he needs right now, he needs this shot. He digs around in his jeans for his cigarettes and matchbook. Maybe one’ll calm him down. He lights one, taking a long drag and holds the smoke in his lungs for a moment before blowing it out, a wispy column into the night sky.

Holding the camera up to his face in the dimming light he inspects it, cigarette dangling from his lip. Why isn’t it working? He needs this shot. He needs to start working again. Things haven’t been holding his interest lately, if he can just capture this moment then maybe…

He remembers how much time he used to spend snapping photos and the endless hours editing digital files. It all seems so long ago now. He misses those days. Taking pictures isn’t the problem now. It’s his mind. He takes another long drag on the cigarette. His constant thoughts are distracting him from taking photos and draining his inspiration. Nothing can hold his interest anymore.

As he fiddles with the broken lens, his phone vibrates in his pocket.

“Great. Not now Closer, I’m busy.” Akanae tries to ignore it, hating the thought of having to reply, wasting even more time and loosing the shot completely. It vibrates again. With a huff, Akanae takes the phone out of his pocket and flips it open. As he reads the text, his eyes glaze over. His fingers start typing a response. Its a few second before he realizes what he’s doing, and he can’t believe it. He shakes his head, snaps the phone shut, and shoves it back in his pocket.

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"Come on baby, work with me. We need the light!”Akanae never liked scolding his camera. He often thinks of it as an extension of his mind: thinking, shooting, capturing. But not tonight. Tonight his mind is elsewhere, far away from the lens in his hands.

Just as the camera makes a responsive click, Akanae realizes the shadows have moved and the perfect light from before is gone. Disappointed, he drops his cigarette to the ground and stamps it out. He gathers up the camera and turns to walk back home.

Once inside, he sets the camera on his desk and plops down in his favorite recliner, frowning.

“Today just wasn’t right. I wish I knew what was wrong.” He says to the empty room.Not wanting to dwell on it too much, Akanae gets up from the recliner and heads for the kitchen. He grabs a pot from under the sink and puts it on the stove, turning the heat on medium. As the pan heats up, he gets the oil and popcorn kernels from the cupboard. He adds them in once the pan is hot, putting on the lid and swirling it over the heat. As the popcorn jumps around inside the pot, Akanae gets an orange and cuts it into wedges, his mind wandering.“Shit!” he whispers to himself as the sharp knife nicks his thumb. He puts the cut to his lips, fizzling back to reality. “You gotta stop this bullshit already.” He tells himself. “Pull your act together.” He zones out again for a moment as he stands at the table, snapping back to reality again when he smells smoke.

“Oh Christ!” He rushes to the stove and carefully lifts the smoking pot, setting it in the sink with a clatter. He opens the tiny window above the counter to let the smoke out. Looking out, his eyes narrow and his lips curl up in a slight smile as he sees it. Akanae runs and grabs his camera from his desk, almost tripping over the recliner in his haste to get outside. This HAD to be the shot; it just had to be it!

The door slams behind him as he rushes outside, the smell of burned popcorn lingering in the air. Akanae’s phone buzzes again. The screen lights up with a new message.

Overlay byKeshi
Profile art byMAUL
Profile by Meltdown
Original fiction by Rem
Revised by Pinto