Persona 4: Irish icluded
A/N: hello there, chilllldren, this is eggmiester, HOWWWL! And you're reading my P4 story, showin' ya my ideas, no matter how bad they are...
My first story. Be gentle! Enjoy. Also:
Howya: normal speech/thoughts
Howya: song lyrics/title
4/11 2011, Port Island
Yashin: get loose!
"You've got the face of a stranger,
But you talk to me like I'm your friend.
Can everyone suffer in silence,
Do your best to try to hide it?
You can't try to hide it...
Why are you scared? (So scared)...
Step away (step away) from the crowd...
You always used to get your way (you can't get it all, you can't get it all)
You always used to get your way (you can't get it all, you can't get it)
And by the time, you will see,
What this life's taken away,
Away
You can't get it all, you can't get it...
Epic, right?
So, I was walking toward the train station, and outta the corner of my eye, I spied a massive widescreen telly in a shop with a...interesting ad.
This young ginger one was on the telly, gettin' splashed by water and dancin' and... eh, gettin' full-pan body shots taken of her. Apparently, she was tryin' to sell a drink called 'calorie magic' by showin' off her bod.
...well, at least she's easy on the eyes.
Shaking my head, my typical grin getting even wider, I watched the telly a bit longer before the news came on. Ack, the news, my mortal enemy! My grin goin' back ta normal, I crossed the road quickly.
A few people stopped and watched in shock as I crossed the road before the light had turned green, a few even covered their mouths and stared wide eyed, as if they just seen a car crash. You'd swear they don't jaywalk over here.
... Or maybe they don't. Maybe it's an Irish thing, I dunno.
Wanna know something interestin' 'bout me? I hate cities. Can't stand 'em. Why? Probably 'cause I lived in the middle o' Ireland. Ya live as a culchie, ya stay as a culchie.
What's a culchie, I hear ya askin'? Someone who lives in the country, that's what. Although then again, it's supposed to be an insult against anyone who doesn't live in Dublin, and, being typically Irish, we turned an insult into practically an identity.
While I'm waitin' for me train, I may as well introduce meself. Howya, I'm Diarmuid O'coughlan. I am all of 6 feet tall, I have greeny-blue eyes, I have long, really curly ginger hair, complete with a big, bushy ginger beard, and I'm currently wearin' my favorite, bottle-green trench coat, along with my favorite black jeans and my cool slip-on black shoe's.
As for my shirt, I wear a completely different t-shirt every day. Today?
I'm wearing a red t-shirt. Awesome, right? (I'm being sarcastic, if ye're illiterate in sarcasm.)
And if ye've been payin' attention, you may have already realized that I'm Irish. Tell me: how many of ye have met an Irish person?
I'm sure ye've all heard the stereotypes about the Irish: we love the oul drink, we love ta dance, we love ta sing, and we love to have some crack, right?
Well, as far as stereotypes go, tis a fairly accurate one. We do love the oul drink, we do love ta dance, we do love ta sing, and when we say we love crack, we don't mean the drug, no no no: we mean 'craic', which means to have fun.
Surprised? don't be: we'd be the first to cut the piss outta' ourselves, and I reckon there's somethin' in Irish blood that makes us love ta sing and dance and drink and just lose all our inhibitions. Tis a part of our culture, ya know? We're proud of it (prolly a bit TOO proud of it, ta be honest.)
I heard the train announcin' that I should get off at the next stop if I wanna get to inaba, so I got off and started headin' to da other platform. Amazin' how time flies when you're talkin' to yerself, eh?
I found meself a seat, and just watched the world go by. Soon, we came to da countryside and my god, twas beautiful. The fields and grass and flowers and all that green... it was gorgeous.
It...
It reminded me of home.
That's another reason why I don't like the city: in the city, ya don't get a chance to see nature in its purest form: it's all grey and black and brown, all really depressin' colours, but out in the country? Ya get to see how beautiful the world really is, ya get to appreciate life and all its wonder, ya know?
...heh, sozzy 'bout that. I think WAY too much. It's why I'm talking to myself right now, innit?
I don't really talk anymore, since...
...
Enough borin' stuff. Lemme think about something else...
Oh yeah, ye're probably wonderin' where I'm headin' ta, right? I'm headin to this little town in the countryside in Japan called inaba. Now, I'm sure ye're all wonderin': what would an Irish lad be doin' over in the land of the risin' sun, right?
Welp, it's because I always wanted to go to Japan. I love Japan! It's so cool: people have cool, badass clothes: Japanese manga and anime is EPIC! I really can't get enough of it, and Japan makes all the coolest videogames too! Anything from square enix, capcom, Atlus, Konami, anything like that, I can't get enough of!
So I saved lotsa money up, and me mam and dad let me go! I'll miss them and the rest of my family, but I mean, I'm in JAPAN!
y'know, I only just noticed that I'm really tired. Maybe from all the shouting in my head?
... Don't worry, you'll get used to my horrible sense of humor soon enough.
Seriously though, I'm knackered: and I tend to get really grumpy and snarky whenever I get tired. I mean, I remember readin' a newspaper article that said that human beings 'evolved' the 'ability' to 'sleep', and - no wait, sorry, imagine there are no hyphens over sleep, 'kay?- all because we had to wait for hours in a cave , to hide from god-only-knows -what!
I mean, who the hell thought that 'lyin' in the same position for hours on end, where anything that doesn't cause earthquakes whenever it steps could sneak up and easily MURDER you' was a great evolutionary trait? Seriously?
Wow, I am really tired, aren't I? I checked me watch- it's a good four hours 'til I reach inaba.
Sozzy everyone: I'm gonna go asleep, alright? Maybe I'll chat to ya later on, ok? Anyway, g'night!
...
4/11 velvet room
"Welcome... to the velvet room..."
I awoke to find meself in a really swank limousine. Cool, right? And what's that epic song i can hear in the back of my head? I turned my head to look at the person who addressed me, and-
Wait a sec...
Really long arms and legs? Bloodshot eyes? Bald head, with a mane of hair around it? Tuxedo? An impossibly long nose?
It can't be...
"You're Igor, aren't you?"
That huge smile on his face- one big enough to match my own- somehow got even bigger, and he replied "Indeed. My name is Igor: I am delighted to make your acquaintance..."
A/N: wow, that was pretty fun actually. Ye needn't worry, the rest of the chapters will be longer, don't worry. This is just an intro for diarmuid. Hope ye liked it!