Miho

By the Causeway, Late Sunday Night

Sun, 08 Apr 2007 22:38:54 GMT

The Sin was empty and locked down tight, and the girls were gone with the moving truck. They'd left Miho behind to have her last hurrah, but now it was time to go.

Dwight leaned against the side of a Cadillac, waiting for his passenger. When she stepped out of a shadow, he valiantly restrained his urge to jump several feet. "Ready to go?" Miho produced a water balloon from somewhere and flicked it at him. He didn't bother trying to dodge, because really, what would have been the point? "I'll take that as a yes," he said as the water from the balloon dripped down his chest. Miho eyed the car warily, and Dwight told her, "It got me here, it'll get us home. Gail wouldn't strand me with you in Ohio."

Miho nodded and let Dwight hold the passenger door open for her as she got inside. He went around the car, got in, cranked it, and pulled out, leaving Fandom Island behind them.

If Miho stayed twisted around in her seet looking out the back window until they were across the causeway and the island was out of sight, well, Dwight wasn't going to be the one to mention it.

Next stop, Basin City.

((And she's gone. Woe. Posting this now because I may not be around later, but Miho is still water-ballooning away about town.))

OOC: Last Dance With a Ninja

Fri, 06 Apr 2007 03:13:54 GMT

This was actually supposed to happen about a month ago, but RL has been crazy and I got clingy even after I made the decision.

This was also supposed to happen after Zero's movie aired, as that was going to be part of the impetus, but my computer has eaten the file that was saved in, so...that might be a while.

I can put it off no longer. Sunday evening, Miho and the ladies of the Fourth Sin will be packing up and leaving Fandom. For good. It's been a great run, but I feel like Miho's character arc has run its course here. It's time for her to go home and terrorize the johns and Dwight and Gail.

This weekend, Miho will be running wild with water balloons to clean out her stock before she leaves, so if you want one last splash, come on into town. If you have any other Miho-shaped threads you'd like to tie up before she goes, let me know here (Pirate? War god? Employee pretender?)

It's been a blast. I'll miss the tiny ninja empress, but...it's time.

The Sin's Roof, Saturday

Sat, 10 Mar 2007 20:04:41 GMT

Miho and the other girls waited on the roof for rescue as, below, the merpeople set up their own house of ill repute.

"This is all your fault," Goldie told her sister.

"My fault? How is this my fault?"

"I don't know," Carmen said, "but I vote we blame Wendy, too."

Miho just glared hatefully at the rain.

Monday Morning, The Fourth Sin, Miho's Room

Mon, 19 Feb 2007 07:52:06 GMT

Miho woke up Monday morning in her own bed, despite having fallen asleep on a sofa in the school dorm (which was not nearly as interesting as not being allowed in there had led her to believe).

And then she remembered what had happened that weekend and realized she was going to have to kill every last person on this island. Except maybe the pirate. The pirate could live. But then she turned over and went back to sleep. The killing could wait until noon, couldn't it?

Saturday Afternoon, the Sin

Sat, 17 Feb 2007 20:58:18 GMT

Miho woke up and went to find the rest of the Old Town Little Girls. They were in Carmen and Daisy's room (they shared because they were BEST FRIENDS FOREVER), playing Go Fish. Everyone looked at Miho as she babbled about whether or not there was any pie for breakfast. Unfortunately, she only spoke Japanese, so none of them could understand her.

Miho sighed. She'd have to find her own pie, then. Even though she was the littlest.

Late Friday Night, The Sin

Sat, 10 Feb 2007 04:59:46 GMT

It was well after sundown when the girls trooped back into the Sin through the kitchen door. "You want to open up?" Goldie asked, and Miho just shook her head. They'd had a long enough day, between Dallas's funeral and the trip back to Virginia. "Okay." She gestured between herself and her twin and said, "We'll just, um, pack up Dallas's stuff to send back to her mom." Dallas's mom, Austin, had been one of the Girls until she aged out of it. Now she ran a coffee shop in the heart of Old Town. She'd taken her daughter's death well. Death was a part of the life they lived.

Miho nodded, and Carmen asked, "What about Vartan's stuff?"

"Please, she's probably in Mexico by now," Daisy told her lover.

"She didn't want her mom to know she's a whore, right?" Wendy asked. "So I say send her stuff to her mom, too. With a note."

Miho thought about it for a moment, then spoke. "Yes. No note." She spoke so rarely, her words carried weight.

Daisy grabbed Carmen's arm and said, "So, we'll do that." The four of them headed upstairs, and then it was just Miho and Vivian. At least, until Daisy leaned back down the stairwell and hissed, "Viv, come on."

Miho took a slice of frozen pie from the freezer and a fork from the silverware drawer, and went up to the roof.

Phone Call, Friday Afternoon, Miho's Room

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 00:39:42 GMT

Miho waited several rings before she realized that no, nobody else was going to pick up the phone so she'd better do it. So she did, and waited.

"...Miho?" Gail finally asked.

Miho still didn't say anything.

"This better be Miho. Look, this is absurd, I know, but you need to come pick up your tax forms. I've got you down as consultants. And I didn't figure you'd want me to trust them to the US mail. So...yes. Come home. Get paperwork so the IRS can take their pound of flesh. It'll be fun. Bye." Click.

Miho sighed and stared at the phone. Even she didn't want to tangle with the IRS. So she started packing a bag, since she'd probably wind up staying in Basin City a day or two to harass Dwight and certain other people. It would be fun.

The Sin's Kitchen, Thursday Morning

Thu, 21 Dec 2006 06:07:05 GMT

Six hookers stood around a table. On the table was an envelope. The envelope was addressed to Jarod.

"Open it!" Wendy said.

"I'm not opening it, you open it!" her sister said.

"It's probably just some sappy teenage love note, anyway," Carmen said. "'Let's get back together and snuggle,' that kind of thing. "Besides, Jarod's smart. He knows things. He'll know if we open it."

"Do we care?" Daisy asked her.

"No, but his ex might, and she's a little crazy."

"We could steam it open."

"He still might know," Dallas pointed out.

"We could take it to Miho. She probably has some sneaky ninja way of opening it."

The one who looked like Julia Roberts held the letter up to the light and tried to read it through the envelope. She failed. "And then she'd sneeze on it and he'd really know."

"So are we not opening it?" Goldie asked. "Because if we're not opening it, I'm going to teach the orchid the dirty version of "Rocking Around the Christmas Tree" and go to bed."

"Yeah, stick the letter back in his stocking while you're in there." Dallas sighed and took off her mask as she headed for the stairs. She was off-duty now, so she could do that. "We're so lame."

Monday Evening, The Fourth Sin's Roof

Tue, 10 Oct 2006 00:07:49 GMT

If anyone were to glance up at the Sin's roof--not that they should have any reason to do so--they might see a slightly darker patch against the shingles. This would be Miho, who was gazing up at the stars. Not stargazing, of course, as that would be an utterly frivolous activity.

Hey, if you connected those stars together, they sort of looked like Gail.

Monday Night, Basin City (NFB due to distance)

Tue, 04 Jul 2006 03:21:59 GMT

At the side of a road outside Basin City was parked a hard top with a good engine and a big trunk. Gail and Dwight leaned against the side of the car, Gail smoking one of her Russian cigarette. The two of them were sharing a flask of rather questionable liquor.

"She's been gone a while," Dwight said. "Don't they usually start screaming for mercy by now?"

"Yeah, I haven't heard a damn thing since she went in there."

"Pretty sure she killed a dog about ten minutes ago. Think we should go after her?"

They looked at each other for a moment, then said in unison, "No way."

Just then, another car pulled up, and a mountain of a man got out. "Hey, Marv, what brings you to the middle of goddamn nowhere this fine evening?" Gail asked him.

"That son of a bitch who--"

"Yeah, 'fraid you're late. Miho's takin' care of it."

"Oh." He sounded disappointed. "What about Rourke?"

Gail waved the hand with the cigarette around casually. "Took care of that, too. It's disgusting, is what it is," she opined, taking another drag before grinding the butt into the pavement under one spiked heel. "But they won't be messing with Old Town Girls any time soon, dammit. Why the hell ain't he screaming? Gives me the creeps."

"Must be boring for her if he won't scream," Dwight said.

Marv leaned against the car with them. Gail gave him a cigarette, and Dwight gave him a swallow of booze. And then they all waited.

About fifteen minutes later, Miho limped out of the woods, sword in one hand, something bulky in the other. She tossed the mystery object, which turned out to be a head, at Gail's feet, and looked at them with a gleam of pride and triumph in her eyes. "Have fun?" Gail asked. Miho nodded. Oh, yes. She'd had worlds of fun. "Great. Let's get you cleaned up," she said, looking Miho's bloody, ripped robes over. "You can still make the bus and be back in Virginia in time to torment children."

Very Early Friday Morning, The Fourth Sin

Fri, 30 Jun 2006 07:39:19 GMT

Miho sat behind the Sin's front desk, in case any stragglers came in looking for a quickie before dawn and the close of business hours. She was engaged in her version of a phone conversation: Gail talked. Miho listened. Some things were too fast-moving for letters. Miho twirled the phone cord around her fingers and mused that from the background noises, Gail seemed to have waited until she was otherwise occupied so that Miho's silence wouldn't begin to creep her out.

"...so anyway--" SMACK "--I'm sure Becky told you we think this bastard's holed up out at that old farm outside of town. And this guy that's been investigating, he's gonna get--" SMACK "--too far in over his head, and I'm not gonna be the one to bail him out--would you stop screaming like that, I am on the phone." SMACK. "Some people just have no manners. Oh, hang on, would you?" Miho hung on. It wasn't like she had anywhere else to be.

There was a pause as Gail set the phone down. Miho could hear in a muffled sort of fashion Gail's version of teaching her client manners, and then she was back. "So, yeah, we need you to come back and take care of this for us real quick. It shouldn't take you long."

Miho had never told Gail this, because it was Gail and she didn't want her getting a big head, but when she'd first come to America and met the Old Town Girls, Miho had decided she wanted to be just like Gail when she grew up.

Gail was silent for a long moment, and then she said softly, "Lily disappeared last night. You know Lily, she had that rose tattoo on her cheek. Her sister's freaking out. It's like he doesn't make any noise...I'll have Dwight pick you up at the train station tonight." Click.

The hell with the stragglers. Miho hung up the phone and went upstairs to start packing every sharp thing she owned.

((Open to Becky or Jarod, if they wish.))

The Sin, Kitchen, Tuesday Afternoon (after workshops)

Tue, 27 Jun 2006 20:29:32 GMT

Miho sat in the Sin's kitchen with her feet propped up on the table, munching happily on the brownies she'd stashed here before she went up to the school for her workshop. She'd baked them herself, and they were pretty good, if she did say so. Except she didn't say so because, duh, nonverbal. If anyone else came in, she might give them a brownie. Or tequila, if they were Becky.

((Open!))

OOC: Miho and Archery 101 Info

Tue, 30 May 2006 05:02:24 GMT

Well, everyone and their brother's doing it...

Hi. If you're an Archery student, you really need to read this, and yes, I suck and blow concurrently for not getting it up before the first workshop.

If you want to know about Miho, read it too.

If you do not sign in within 24 hours of the workshop post going up or 12:01 AM Tuesday, whichever comes second that week, you will be counted absent unless you have a good reason for being late. Last week doesn't count because I didn't tell everyone in time.

I have very, very little experience with archery. So everything is going to be very handwavey. Please just go with it. If you know something about archery and I get something horrifically wrong, please tell me so I can fix it.

Miho, for those of you not in the know, is the enforcer for the Old Town Girls of Basin City in Frank Miller's Sin City. She never says a word in canon, preferring to do her talking with throwing swastikas, twin katanas, and a bow and arrow. She does not have a canonical fondness for water balloons or pastry, but the rollerblades are canon. She used them while chasing down a car to stabbinate the gangsters in it. In canon, when Miho gets bored, people die.

The pastry obsession stems from Miho's boredom in the days following her arrival in Fandom, when she decided to try to get fat. The periodic water balloon attacks are her attempt at finding a socially acceptable outlet for her boredom. Whether or not the balloon hits you is, of course, up to you, but keep in mind that Miho is a ninja. She knows what she's doing here.

In FH, Miho is seventeen and came to Fandom to attend Fandom High and work at the Apple. Neither of these plans worked out, but she's now teaching at Fandom High and running the Sin, which used to be the Apple before her and Becky's hostile takeover, so she's quite pleased with the status quo.

She and all of her possessions are black and white, like she just stepped out of an old movie. She mostly wears silk robes and a lot of sharp objects. She is about 4'10" and very dainty looking, but she's very strong. And very quiet. "A falling leaf would make more sound" and all that.

If she talks? Pay attention to what she's saying. After all, it doesn't happen very often.

Questions? Comments? Pie?

Thursday Evening, The Fourth Sin, The Roof

Thu, 25 May 2006 23:46:42 GMT

A serene Miho sat on the roof of the Sin, perfectly visible if one knew where to look, and watched. From here, she could see all around. In particular, she could see if any pirates made good on their promises of pie.

Wednesday Afternoon, The Sin

Wed, 24 May 2006 23:23:22 GMT

Miho sat in the Sin's kitchen, the back door unlocked across from her, reading the paper and eating breakfast. Which was not pie. In fact, it was eggs and bacon and toast. Buttery toast. But Miho didn't wiggle her fingers because she didn't know Bridge.

Archery 101 Notes

Mon, 22 May 2006 17:51:32 GMT

Notes found some time Monday, stealthily dropped on the beds of Belthazor, Edward Elric, Isabel Evans, Janet Fraiser, Molly Hayes, Gwynn Hood, Kinomoto Sakura, Conner McKnight, M. Parker, Sakurazaki Setsuna, Buffy Summers, Dawn Summers, Alanna Trebond, Dean Winchester, and Sam Winchester:

Archery is in the Danger Shop, in case you did not know. Dress for movement.

Miho

Miho's Room, Late Saturday Night

Sun, 09 Apr 2006 06:41:41 GMT

After tormenting GOB, Miho went back up to her room, where she was greeted by five weetiny bunnies. The bunnies peered up at her, then hopped over to hug her ankle.

Miho might have made a tiny 'squee' sound. Maybe. But she'd never admit it, even under torture.

She wondered what weetiny bunnies ate. Did they like pie?

The Fourth Sin, Miho's Room, Saturday Morning

Sat, 01 Apr 2006 21:29:20 GMT

Miho woke up. Today was her birthday, as the whores were well aware. It was also April Fool's Day. Last year, one of the other Old Town girls had tried to play a prank on Miho. This had been a mistake she had regretted immensely.

She should do something to celebrate. Something...fun. Her eye slid past her arsenal to a packet of water balloons, the only burst of color in the room, and a few bottles of food coloring.

Yes. Those would do nicely.

The Roof of the Sin, Monday Night

Tue, 28 Mar 2006 04:35:16 GMT

Miho was bored again. That happened a lot in this town. The johns tended to take one look at her and mind their manners, and there were a lot fewer mobsters to slice than back home.

Tonight, she'd taken up a position on the steeply-pitched roof of the Sin. She was sitting in the lotus position meditating, or possibly sleeping. How she wasn't falling off was anyone's guess, if they even managed to see her up there.

The Sin, Friday Afternoon

Fri, 17 Mar 2006 20:27:33 GMT

Miho opened the kitchen door and stepped inside. Once again the mob had been reminded not to mess with the girls of Old Town, and she'd had quite a bit of fun in the process. Dwight had been making out with Gail when she decided her work there was done and started home, so hopefully she wouldn't be getting any more letters asking her to off him soon. She was pleased to note that Becky hadn't managed to burn the place down while she was away. All in all, Miho was in a good mood, if rather tired.

She'd be in an even better mood if there were brownies.

The Fourth Sin, Tuesday Morning

Tue, 14 Feb 2006 18:07:52 GMT

Things as what Miho received on Valentine's Day:

1 (one) five-page screed from Gail on the evils of men, ending in an attempt to take out a hit on Dwight. Miho assumed (safely, she felt) that Dwight had left for the barmaid again, and wondered how long he would succeed in staying away this time. She made a mental note to write back to Gail, explaining once more the definition of 'life-debt' and why it meant she couldn't kill Dwight for her.

1 (one) package from Dwight, containing 1 (one) pair rollerblades. Hmm. Well, perhaps she could give them a try. She figured this was an attempt to convince her to spare her life. Miho decided not to explain to Dwight the definition of 'life-debt.' The presents might cease.

A dozen (12) heart-shaped pies from Jeff, God of Biscuits'. Miho opened the note ~~with glee~~, ~~not-so-~~secretly hoping they were from a certain pirate of her acquaintance. This is what the note said: Miho: I'm about to make a romantic gesture to Becky. There will be noise coming from outside. Please accept these pies as a bribe to not slice me. Thank you, GOB.

Miho pouted for a few minutes, then eyed the pies. GOB had bought his life, but she still had water balloons. And red food coloring. And that was an awful lot of pie. She wondered if she could send pies to Dwight and Gail, or if they would be destroyed in shipping.

The Fourth Sin, Saturday Evening

Sun, 05 Feb 2006 00:50:06 GMT

Miho was sitting behind the front desk at the Sin, looking bored as...well, sin, when music came from nowhere and she felt an inexplicable urge to dance. There will be no singing--this is an instrumental number.

The Fourth Sin, Sunday Morning

Sun, 29 Jan 2006 21:20:27 GMT

As the girls filed back into the house, they were greeted by Miho with a face like stone, folded arms, and blistered fingers, a plate of cookies, and rugs that squelched when they stepped on them. The entire ground floor, in fact, was in disarray. It was clear that the snow monsters had been here, as well.

Miho looked especially displeased about Wendy's ankle.

And just wait until Becky gets ahold of them.

Each hooker in her turn took a cookie. They might as well get a last meal out of this.

The Fourth Sin, Thursday Afternoon

Thu, 26 Jan 2006 17:31:38 GMT

Miho sat at the table with leftover pie and the paper from the mainland. The Mainland Town PD sheriff was still missing. The latest theory was that he'd run off with a cabana boy named Pablo and the contents of the safe. Miho, of course, knew that not to be true, but she did congratulate Pablo on his good sense in fleeing with the cash while the fleeing was good.

On the wall across from her chair is a drawing of a stick figure, with the label 'Radio Girl' in Japanese. Occasionally, without looking up from the paper, Miho will throw something sharp at the drawing.

((Open to all Sin residents or anyone who has business at the Sin!))

Postcard to Dwight

Tue, 24 Jan 2006 05:01:48 GMT

~~Dear~~ Dwight,

Today I stabbed the sheriff. But I did not stab the deputy. We don't have a deputy. Then Becky and I made some progress on the hit list (and Becky made progress on just killing random people; I don't know about that girl sometimes). I made friends with a pirate, had a marshmallow roast, and had wallsex with a man that wouldn't die.

Also there was pie.

It was the best day ever.

~~Love~~, Miho