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 Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 12:13 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 1:18 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world  Kaito's frown deepened only further, almost to an actual expression, when he realized he was being followed and that he wasn't upset about it. He'd known the red-head for a grand total of a few hours, it was unlikely he should be reacting as if he actually enjoyed the male's presence. Looks aside, he was still human and that was usually enough for Kaito to loose interest.
After a moment they left the building, exiting into the ground in back that housed the tree he'd been drawing from. A hand came up to shield his eyes briefly as they adjusted to the brilliant flare of light before he heard a question behind him that had him turning his head slightly and lowering the hand as his blue orbs adjusted. He blinked, head tipped to one side, as he debated the decision to talk to him. He wanted too which was why he shouldn't.
"I was born in New York, although I've only spent an occasional summer there."The blue haired artist frowned slightly at having answered anyway and turned to face the direction he was heading. It was the tree, the base shaded and rather inviting looking given no one was around it. And then his mouth was moving again without thinking.
"You?"It was a good thing he was facing away, or the second faint blush of the day would have been obvious. He apparently needed some sort of help, it couldn't be healthy to talk when you had no intention of doing so...
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 1:54 pm
 ʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
The dismayed expression on the other boy’s face didn’t faze Jack for an instant. If he let himself be guided by what other people thought of him, he would have suffered a mental breakdown long ago. People never could make up their mind what they wanted from you, which made sense as they rarely even knew what they wanted from themselves. So even though Jack suspected the frown gracing Kaito’s features was for him, he did not slow or turn back. Besides, he’d seen glimpsed evidence from time to time that Kaito did like hanging out with him, if only because it was fun to argue with him. Which was really all Jack asked for. A diversion.
“I didn’t picture a city,” he admitted, letting his head fall back so gravity would pull the hair out of his eyes. He slipped his hands into his pockets as they walked, matching Kaito’s pace easily. “Seems to loud for you. Or maybe you gave up talking because you couldn’t be heard over the racket,” he mused, tone one that didn’t really make it a question so much as a general thought spoken aloud. It was more insightful than he usually bothered with, right or not. “But that’s not what I meant. I didn’t mean born. I meant from. Home. Where’s home for you?” This was more interest than Jack’s games usually called for. After all, he didn’t need to know why the male was the way he was, he just needed to know what he could do with that. But he was interested, at least a little. Kaito was tricky to read.
He almost didn’t hear the question, focusing in on it after a few seconds. “Hmm? Oh… Santa Cruz, California,” he answered. “All the way across the continent from your birthplace. And yet here we are,” he added with an amused smirk.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 2:19 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world Kaito easily crossed the cultivated grass towards the tree, his own head bowed so the longer bangs covered his eyes as he watched the grass crush beneath his booted feet. He cocked his head slightly at the comment coming from the red-head. He hated the city, he'd hated every summer he'd had to stay there. That was part of why he had spent so much time in the much quieter high rise of his father.
"I never spent much time in the city itself."He responded with a shrug, not sure why he bothered making the explanation at all. Reaching the tree he turned and gracefully sank to his knees and then rolled back so his back was to the tree and one leg stretched out in front of him while his hand rested on the bent knee of the other. He turned his gaze away from Jack and to the side, expression blank.
"Here, for now."His tone was even and as expressionless as his face. It had been Switzerland before that, France for a time, several places in America and one year in Germany when he'd been younger. No where had seemed important and as such he attached no particular interest in the deeper meaning of the word 'home' it was simply where he was staying.
"Near the beach?"Kaito asked suddenly, turning his head towards the red-head with an actual flare of interest in the back of his slate colored orbs. He'd seen several oceans but they had always been cold and dark. Supposedly California's was quite lovely. His father had a place in the Bahama's but Kaito had never been. He'd always wanted to paint the ocean.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 2:41 pm
ʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
He paused at the edge of the shaded area, impassively watching Kaito. Without making a movement, he tested the wind, let himself feel the slight breeze against his cheek. A few moments of standing still and he hand it, knew which direction the wind was coming from. Then he moved around the tree, sitting on the side of it a foot or so around the curve of the tree, downwind of Kaito’s position. It was technically a kindness, though he would have hated anyone actually pointing such a thing out. He’d chosen the spot because if they were there long enough and he wanted to smoke, it would blow away from the other boy rather than into his face. With luck, his roommate wouldn’t notice or would put it down to coincidence.
He shut his eyes in a crooked smile when he heard the non-answer. It was technically real, not an avoidance, so he couldn’t object to it. And if Kaito wanted to claim this place as his home rather than wherever he’d actually lived, that was information all on its own. And it was probably more important, signifying something more intimate than a mere address would have.
He turned his head, cheek resting against the rough bark as he faced Kaito. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Damn cold most of the year. You can tell the tourists by watching the idiots who only brought shorts. But for a bit in the summer…” his voice lowered, softened to near gentleness as he adopted a sleepy expression. “Sometimes it’s not cold.” He unconsciously licked his lips, remembering the taste of saltwater and the feeling of sand. He could remember the crunch of rocks under his sneakers when he wandered the rockier bits of the coastline and the faint echoes of happy screams from the boardwalk. True, it wasn’t all pleasant and memory had a way of blocking out the trash that was everywhere and the smell of gas and oil from the constant stream of cars, but it was still his.
The expression vanished the moment he was aware of it and he turned his head back to watching the campus. The lighter was clicking in his hands again, quickly and then adopting a slower rhythm as he relaxed.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 4:45 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world Kaito rotated his head to follow the path the red-head had moved around the tree, waiting for the answer to his question with far more interest than he had done anything yet today. He could vaguely remember his mother, or someone, saying that he'd get to see the ocean one day. It simply hadn't happened, between the school and work. A private dream. A someday.
Finally Jack got settled and turned to face him, Kaito's head tipped slightly in waiting. Having moved all over the country he was used to both weather extremes, but having never been to California likely would have fallen into the same trap Jack was describing, not that he'd ever, EVER admit that. But then the amethyst eyed male seemed to walk into a memory because his eyes and voice softened.
Kaito's head jerked slightly, something passing through his expression but gone to quickly to really be read. He turned his head quickly so he could stare out the opposite direction, his eyes wide but hidden by the longer hair near his ears. His hand closed once and then he forced his eyes closed and leaned deeper into the tree.
"Sounds nice."He drawled, managing to keep anything from touching his voice but for the faintest touch of what might have been strain. He let the wind ruffle his hair and listened to the sound of the lighter clicking. Now that he knew what it was, it was more soothing than the startled reaction it had gained from him earlier. Carefully the tension in his muscles drained back away and he simply relaxed back against the tree seemingly lost in his own world behind his eyelids.
The silence stretched, broken only by the sound of that lighter, and Kaito let it sure that eventually the red-head would break it with some form of conversation. He was carefully locking the memory away in the back of his head where it belonged as his expression shifted with his body language back to a polite emptiness.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 5:06 pm
ʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
“Of course it’s nice,” Jack answer scornfully once he found his words again, voice returning to the familiar devil-may-care attitude as he stretched his legs out in front of him. “I just told you I was born and raised there. How could anything that produced something like me be anything less than amazing?” He was grinning and you could hear it in his voice even if you weren’t looking at him. He’d picked the conversation up as though he hadn’t noticed the long pause, the silence that had seemed to stretch out from them and encompass the entire grassy area, if only for a moment.
He reached up and pulled a small bit of bark from his hair with a face. There was probably more stuck in there somewhere. He’d have to find a mirror or a brush when he got back to the dorms. He wondered if there was a brush hidden somewhere in his bags. Likely one of those fancy delicate ones that would break the moment he tried to use it. Why did everything rich people used have to be so damn delicate? His lips drew back in a sneer and he threw the piece of bark as far as he could, watching it disappear somewhere in the distant grass.
“Doc, this is boring,” he said after a little while. Kaito might be able to stand the silence, but it was making him restless. He didn’t like sitting still, wasting time. Time was something no one had enough of and always seemed so hesitant to spend. Jack had discovered that time only worked properly if you were doing something exciting. When adrenaline hit, time slowed and sped up all at the same time and your heart raced to keep up with it. And that feeling of heady, dizzying alive-ness… that made anything worth it. Picking a fight. Throwing things at traffic. Jumping into traffic yourself. Sneaking into places you weren’t allowed… Anything to feel that.
He got to his feet and moved around the tree, standing over Kaito so that his shadow fell over the boy, making the shade from the tree even darker where he sat. He narrowed his eyes and stuck his hand out, palm up, waiting for Kaito to take it.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 5:27 pm
 - * ^ Yukio Miheal ^ * -
"You can probably get where I'm coming from...
Yet you can't understand why I'm still smiling..." Yukio had started to eat his food, which consisted of onigiri and bread. He hadn't had much time since his mother ordered him to cook a full breakfast. As he followed them, he remembered the boys he left tied up in the back of the school. However he didn't dare leave his new 'masters' until he was dismissed. He quickly followed them, eating his food as he paced towards them. Yukio watched them peacefully speak to each other as he ate his food, chomping everything down quietly.
"You can't see that I'm hiding behind this smile
Using it to shut off all of my problems from the outside world..."
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 5:56 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world Kaito relaxed further at the return of the caustic response and tone he was now used to from the red-head. Deciding that moment was a fluke and nothing more he tapped his finger against his thigh with the faint beginnings of a smirk once more pulling at the edges of his lips.
"How indeed. Frightening I could have missed that simple explanation."He drawled back, certainly far more comfortable now. He could hear the movement from beside him as Jack fidgeted, but his own form remained still and relaxed in the gentle breeze and warmth from the sun that managed to pull down through the few gaps in the leaves. As expected the silence didn't last long before the red-head was announcing that this was boring.
The artist simply shrugged a non-commental action as he found it to be rather relaxing, but then he'd always found the activities that most people indulged in to be quite tiresome. His eyes only cracked open when a darker shadow fell across his form. Slate blue eyes sliding open and then up the form in front of him until they landed on a hand that was being held out for him. Something like surprise flickered across his eyes alone as his gaze darted to the amethyst pair above him.
Clearly not sure how to respond or to even trust the offer, Kaito still lifted the hand from his knee and settled in the other boys before using it as a support to pull himself upright. It meant that for a moment his weight would have to be distributed between them and he wasn't sure how he felt about that level of trust being placed in the other.
"And your suggestion would be?"He asked calmly to cover the feeling that flared to life. All because of one stupid look. He had to get himself back into control, this was ridiculous.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 6:20 pm
ʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
He hauled the other boy to his feet without comment. He noted the slight surprise and was nearly surprised himself when Kaito accepted the offered hand rather than pushing himself up. Of course if he’d completely refused, Jack probably would have just hauled him to his feet anyway out of sheer annoyance. Kaito was coming until he either became boring or something happened to make him unworthy the trouble of dragging around. Until one of those conditions were met, the boy was stuck with Jack.
And speaking of stuck… His eyes drifted to the so-far quiet white haired boy seated peacefully to the side. He let his hand slip from Kaitos and crossed the space to Yukio, bending over him much as he had done his roommate. Only this time he didn’t put out his hand and wait. Rather, he grabbed the back of Yukio’s collar and cheerfully forced him straight up until he was standing. “You’re done eating now,” he said with a crooked grin. Then he patted his ‘servant’ on the head and jerked his head towards the campus buildings. “We’re going up the roof,” he announced as confidently as a general directing his troops.
He began to walk in the front this time. It was, oddly enough, a gesture of some kind of trust. He didn’t like being in the front of people. It meant his back was exposed and he couldn’t see what they were doing. The habit was old and tricky to overcome, but… Just this once.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 6:39 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world The blue haired artists hand twitched ever so slightly when Jack released his hand and moved towards the white haired male. Kaito carefully kept his expression blank while his mind worried, making sure none of his thoughts surfaced. There were some things he was not willing to walk into, not willing at all. Slate blue orbs watched Jack haul Yukio to his feet by his collar without expression.
After telling the other boy he was done he then patted him on the head and jerked his attention towards the building, Kaito's eyes naturally sliding that direction and then back with an eyebrow raising when their destination was announced.
"Interesting."He murmured, but he supposed it wasn't as if he was being dragged to a night club, very few-if any-people would be up there and that made it just as acceptable to the artist as their current location. Shrugging lightly he found himself automatically moving after the red-head towards the school building once more.
His gaze dropped to the ground, keeping the movement of the others visible in the edge of his vision, and glanced at his hand briefly with a rather short flicker of annoyance in his hidden blue orbs before he closed the hand and started rebuilding walls that seemed to be having trouble remaining in place today. He was either tired or in more trouble than he wanted to admit. Briefly he wished for his notebook so he could at least sketch to keep his mind occupied and out of trouble.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 7:17 pm
- * ^ Yukio Miheal ^ * -
"You can probably get where I'm coming from...
Yet you can't understand why I'm still smiling..." He was in the middle of eating his last piece of bread, when he was suddenly yanked up by his collar. Wincing in fear slightly, he waited for him to hit him and tell him what the heck he's doing wrong, but instead he just heard something. "You're done eating now..." he quoted, grin rather crooked. His piece of bread fell out of his mouth as he was patted gently on the head, as if he's done something right. For the first time in almost ten long years, he wasn't smiling, just staring rather blankly at him as he jerked his head upwards.
Yukio nodded politely and threw away the paper inside his box away and followed politely trying to recover his lost smile. He wondered why after all these years, he winced in fear, when he was able to just smile straight at his opponent with not a single care. As Yukio struggled to return that sincere grin, he walked up the steps following behind both the boys."You can't see that I'm hiding behind this smile
Using it to shut off all of my problems from the outside world..."
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 8:14 am
ʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
[[ ooc || I’m not going to move to a different thread because A. they’ll still technically be outside and B. I’m not sure what building is tallest. Just assume he’s headed for the tallest building on campus, a couple of stories I guess, and leave it at that :3 ]]
He had no idea what ‘interesting’ meant so he didn’t respond. Was the rooftop interesting? Was Jack interesting for having chosen it? Was Kaito talking about the way he’d yanked Yukio to his feet? Had Kaito also seen that momentary look of fear and blankness, the moment when Yukio’s happy face had given way to something else? Jack frowned. Since he was in the front, neither of them were in a position to see his face which gave him the opportunity to frown or scowl or smile as he liked without need for an explanation. Not that he showed much restraint in his behavior at the best of times. He made a note to talk to Yukio later about it, just to sate his own curiosity.
He moved into the biggest building on campus, long legs taking the stairs at a casual two-per-step rate. Violet eyes fixed on the door as he rattled it, testing the lock. He didn’t know how to pick locks, but only because he’d long ago come up with a more permanent solution. There was no deadbolt to speak of, security wasn’t that tight, which meant he only had this one knob to deal with. He could do that.
He moved to the side of the door and pressed his back against the wall. Using the solid surface for leverage, he lifted is foot and kicked out hard against the knob. Once. Twice. Three times he slammed the heel of his foot against the knob with a small grunt of effort. The knob loosened and then flew off entirely, bouncing its way past them back down the several flights of stairs they’d just climbed. He could hear it’s bouncing echo as he studied the hole in the door. ”Hey, look. It’s been left unlocked,” he said, sounding pleased. He pushed on the door with one hand and it swung open out onto the brightly lit roof.
Jack grinned, stretching his hands high above his head. A few steps in, he wobbled, then blinked, looking down at his sneakers. He plopped down a few feet from the edge and pulled off the sneaker of the foot he’d just broken the door with. “Musta stepped on something,” he murmured, distraction pulling out a coarser city accent, something thick and crude. The redhead muttered a curse. He must have torn his shoe, catching it on the edge of the knob when that last hit had worked. His foot hurt like hell, but it was only scraped a little. Ignorable.
He took off his other shoe to match and turned to look out over the campus, scooting closer to the edge until his feet were dangling. He swung them childishly, grinning his head off. “Worth it.”
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 8:46 am
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world The trio passed, unmolested, through the school grounds. Then again given the two older boys radiated their own versions of ******** off and die.... that was to be expected. Kaito didn't even think on it, instead keeping his slate grey orbs on the ground as they passed and occasionally on Yukio's if he passed too close to his range of vision.
The blue haired artist only lifted his head when they finally reached the stairs, tilting it back so he could look all the way up as his hand closed on a railing and he stepped up the first one. Training more than anything kept him slower than Jack because he didn't cover two steps at a time. Attend enough boarding schools with attached manners schools and you get certain things ingrained one way or the other. But he did make it up in time for Jack to smash his foot into the doorknob the first time.
An eyebrow vanished into his bangs as Kaito looked between the kicker and the kickee several times until the knob gave up the ghost and exploded out of place. It smashed into the stair just above him and bounced past as the blue haired male stepped to the side to watch it do so. He kept his gaze on it as it noisily clanged all the way down the stairwell they'd just come up. Eyebrow still arched he turned back with a flicker of amusement in his still orbs.
"How very fortunate."He drawled, his tone remaining the same flat one he almost always used, it was only that tiny flare in the back of his eyes that said he'd found it rather entertaining. The door swung open to reveal the roof and Jack stepped through and stretched. Making a pair of slate blue orbs widen and then dart to the side.
Moving with a disinterested air he exited the door next and crossed to where the red-head had stopped at the edge, his hands jammed into his pockets and tightly locked fists before he sat on the very edge and was forced to pull one out in order to brace himself. The wind was stronger up here, a refreshing taste of cool and summer. He turned his face into it, blanking his mind to simply enjoy the minute, and then he herd the muttered curse.
"What?"The artist asked, frowning slightly because he hadn't meant to actually care enough to ask. His mouth was reacting without his orders again. It wasn't something he approved of. Jack had pulled off both his shoes and had his legs dangling off the edge similar to what Kaito was doing only the blue haired male still had his feet covered.
A slow blink as Kaito watched him grinning brilliantly, his legs swinging back and forth. The blue haired male's head falling forward slightly so his hair covered his eyes and he rested his head on his chin and stared out over the school grounds with as close to a moody expression as the deadpan male ever got. He was in trouble.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 1:40 pm
¤ So lend me your ears, and lend me your eyes.And I'll show you the world the way I see it.
ÐîøŋAzɑɱɨ  Dion ended up at the back of the school, marveling at the beauty of the trees, oblivious to the rest of his surroundings. He sat down at the base of one of the said trees and pulled Miko out of his hood and held her in his lap, rubbing his nose against hers. He looked around and grabbed a piece of long grass and began using it to play with Miko.
After Miko finally got hold of the piece of grass, Dion let go of it, so Miko could do to it what she will. He looked up to the sky and breathed in deep. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something glint. He picked up Miko, who in turn dropped the grass, and went into the direction of the glint.
When Dion reached the object, he saw that it was a doorknob. He picked up the object and looked around. He spotted a set of stairs leading up somewhere. He put Miko back into his hood and started up the stairs, doorknob in hand. When he reached the top, he saw an ajar door, broken where the doorknob should have been.
Dion passed through the door and found himself up on the roof. The sun blinded him temporarily and once his sight returned, he saw three figures. His two roommates and another boy; one with white hair. Dion released loud laughter. He had found them. "I can't believe I found you guys! Haha! Hi Kaito!!" He waved to the blue-haired boy and then proceeded to bound over and wedge himself between his two roommates.
"I never got to introduce myself to you yet." Dion said to the red-head. "Or you either," he said to the white-haired boy. "My name is Dion Azami! It's nice to meet you! I hope we'll grow to be friends!" He laughed happily and then remembered his other, furry friend. "Oh! And this is Miko! I'm watching her for a teacher." Dion said, pulling the cat from his hood and holding him in his lap. So lend me you heart, and lend me your smile.
Because a smile's contagious, and sometimes I need it.¤
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