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White Oblivion Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 12:39 pm
His name was Riya. Sakamoto Riya. And in this fine hour of early after-class evening he was conveniently positioned on the grass of the park closest to his school, his feet over his head, leaning against the trunk of a tree, holding the book he was supposed to be reading between his fingers. Really one would laugh if they saw him like this but he didn't really care. It all had to go that way, eventually, there was no other way that he could force his blood to stay in his upper body, epecially his stomach that had been in pain for the last two days without a good reason. He asumed it to be stress... not that he really would care, right away. It was only the kendo tournament comming only so soon and it made him anxious. His shinai was positioned next to him along with his bag -adequate proof that he was going back to the school for more practice afterwards.
He had to look funny, like that, he noticed for another time moving his head around a little -his neck hurt like that, it was unpleasant if nothing. He finally decided he was better off changing positions since it didin't seem to work much -he was standing upside-down like this for about thirty minutes now. Stretching his arms above his head he resented himself for not sleeping well. Not that he could with all of these strange things happening all the time.
Sighing a little he moved into fixing the volume in his headphones to block out any background noise. He would look really geeky like that, he noticed, especially with his eyes half-hidden behind his reading glasses, the attire -school uniform- and the equipment by his side... Not that he cared what others would think... No wait, he did care. He had to care as member of the student council and head prefect even though he still wasn't in his last year. It was this level-headed thinking he was picked for, Riya knew it.
Looking up at the sky he couldn't but notice how beautiful it was. It was a clear day even though winter had already began to take over. This meant that it wouldn't be long before the first snow would shyly start to fall and blanket everything in its white pureness. Winter was a time for lovers to snuggle and warm family meetings. -Not really Riya's season in other words.
He wondered if there was anything apart practice he was supposed to be doing for the day but his mind didn't quite grasp on to something, meaning he probably had nothing to do or that he was plainly forgetful -which probably was not the case...- He didn;t remember anyone calling him to ask for company or anything, which although rare, wasn't entirelly surprising...
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 1:31 pm
Finnegan really didn’t know how he got this lost. He had been living here for three months, in Tokyo, and he prided himself on being somewhat good with directions, even at home he never got lost, no matter how strange the place. Finn liked to think that he had somewhat of a good sense of direction, since he has never gotten this lost before.
He really didn’t want to have to call Ashton again for directions, he has already done that twice and he kept swearing halfway through the conversation and puts Finn on hold to yell at someone. Finnegan hated calling Ashton while he was working, but it was either call him now for directions or later to come beg him to come find him when it gets dark. Finnegan really didn’t like staying out after dark now a days, it always made his skin crawl and he felt like he could do something about it, but could never pin point what.
Besides running to and from work every night, that got his blood pumping and didn’t allow for his brain to make up things he wouldn’t be able to explain or draw later.
Finnegan turned a corner that looked the same as the eighteen other ones he passed in the last two hours. He was seriously going to sit down and cry in another ten minutes if he doesn’t find another person that looks like they won’t beat him up if tries to talk to them. His glasses just mean that he is blind, not a nerd or geek or anything. Thought he is a music and art buff. But those are totally different.
Making a decision to just walk straight down this road until he finds someone, Finnegan took off and watched the buildings as he passed them, making landmarks incase he needed to explain to his roommate where he was. But instead of finding another street corner (where Finnegan was going to fall to the ground and cry tears of blood) he found a small park with squishy green grass. Finn barely resisted the urge to take his shoes off and walk around in just his socks. But as he was looking around at the small park he noticed another person. Who seemed to be sitting on his head before he changed position.
He totally didn’t look like anyone who wanted to beat him up, Finnegan might give them a hug, just on principal.
“Hey!” Finnegan made sure to use Japanese, because all the Gaelic mumbling he was doing might have scared a few people off that could have helped him if he noticed them before hand. He started walking towards the kid, he tried to look as non-threatening as possible, but he didn’t think that a guy almost in tears would be all that terrifying. He was so lost.
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White Oblivion Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 2:56 pm
Riya blinked looking at the person comming his way. He didn't recall seeing them around his school at all so he surely wasn't someone sent after him to pull him back in to discuss something in regards to the council's meetings or something of the like. He sighed in relief and got up to greet the other.
"Hello." he simply stated. "Can I be of any help?" he asked, simply. It was his job to be of help anyway. And the poor thing looked just so... helpless.
Now insert the movie playing in Riya's mind with the knight in shinning armor saving the princess... though in our case it was a samurai saving a nerdy-looking male geisha... Okay, he had to stop watching anime. Sometime soon too.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 7:02 pm
Finnegan was totally smiling like a retard, but it was either possibly freak the kid out with his smile or hug him. He chose the lesser of the two evils.
“Yeah, actually-” Finnegan stopped and blinked at the kid(?), how had he not noticed the uniform? He had glasses for a reason, it was to see. And maybe to give people a peek into what he was feeling at the moment, but that usually happened in the privacy of his own room, not in the streets of urban Tokyo. “Um, can you tell me where I am?”
Finnegan dropped his bag on the ground, all his notebooks and sketchpads were getting heavy, not to mention all the brushes he brought with him for the watercolor picture he needed to make for his landscape class. He needed to find something natural, which is actually really hard in Tokyo, since all the good places were all outlawed in the project rubric.
“I was looking for a place to paint some plant?” Finnegan didn’t really know how to explain how he got lost, he was just that special. “I was wondering around, and then I got stuck in this development and my roommate had no idea where I was and everyone looked like they wanted to beat me up and you are the first person that I have found that looks nice and it seems that you do kendo? Please don’t hurt me I just want to paint and then go home and cry because today has not been a good day.” Finnegan was ringing his bag strap by the end of his explanation, which he said all in one breathe. Being able to play brass instruments did wonders on breath control.
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White Oblivion Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 11:26 am
Riya blinked. Was he that scary of a person. He thought Akitaka from the last grade did, however he was his 'subordinate' so to speak seeing as he was easily provoked and could become violent without a reason... but that was beyond the point and he was getting distracted, so he snapped mentally at himself. His facial expression unchanging as the other smiled athim like a lunatic he blinked again actually questioning himself how it was humanly possible for someone to not notice the slopes* all around especially when they looked this tired-looking. He must have walked a lot... Making a small shrug he shook his head.
"Yoyogi Park.**" he simply stated making a small motion of his head to point to a sign that was neatly placed at the entrance for all to see. Not to mention the bicycles. Even at that hour there were a few cyclists taking their time off a good fifty meters further into the park where the bicycle road started.
Making another shrug then looking up at the tree over his head he sighed then returned his eyes on the blonde. "Does this not qualify as a plant?" he questioned. Then again there were some damn crabby art teachers at his school too. He remembered having spent a whole five hours the other day trying to immitate exactly the pattern found on one of maneki neko of a temple they visited with the school. It made him look forward to the field trip in Kyoto come autumn of next year.
Plus what kind of people did he run into that looked like 'they wanted to beat him up'? The only people Riya could think that would actually be like that without a reason were gangsters, but if it really was so then this guy must have been really unlucky.
*Yoyogi has the most slopes in all of Shibuya
**Yoyogi Park is, like, the largest park in all of Tokyo, so Riya finds it funny that someone would be able to overlook the 'signs' that he is around that place.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 10:36 am
Finnegan’s eyes widened and he sat down at the kids simple explanation. “I walked all the way to Yoyogi?” he looked dumbfounded and kinda depressed, be must have been really out of it. But those guys from before were kinda scary and they followed him for twenty minutes, so it wasn’t Finnegan’s fault of he lost track of where he was going.
“Wow, um.” Now that Finnegan actually sat down he realized how tired he was and how much he really, really didn’t want to move again. For the next fifteen years. At least. “Do you mind if I hang out for a bit?” he was taking off his backpack and for the first time he really didn’t think he would move if the kid (was that a high school uniform?) wanted him to. “I’ll be really quite I swear, I just need to get some sketches in and I will leave.”
Finnegan tried not to look at the shinai because then he would ask questions like if he actually does kendo or if he is just trying to be cool or carries it around to protect himself. Then he would ask if he wouldn’t mind practicing here, because Finnegan also needs some action shots for his plant project. He needs to put humans in it, he was going to do Ashton playing the piano, but he thinks that his teacher is starting to suspect that Finn is a little obsessed with this musician that he keeps drawing.
So Finnegan just grabbed his notebook and red pen, he wanted to do a contrast to the green everywhere, and started to draw. He wanted to do something with grass, but he wasn’t quite sure how he would do it, but before he drew the first line he glanced up at the kid again and smiled. “Do you practice with that?” pointing to the shinai sitting harmless in the soft grass.
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White Oblivion Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 8:52 am
Riya felt like smiling so he simply did, his eyes still examinig the blonde student who had already made himself at home. Despite the somewhat awkward demeanor, Riya wouldn't say the guy wasn't rather interesting. The way he acted and the things he ultimately did seem to conflict with his the way he would speak and the things he would say. Riya studied him briefly through the strands of hair that always seemed to make their way in front of his eyes. He heaved a small sigh, shifting a little to make himself just a little bit mor ecomfortable. He nodded briefly to show it was okay with him if the other wanted to stay in order to sketch and he really didn't mind if the boy was to stay there for ten minutes or ten hours. It was the same for him either way.
At the question he felt his stomach get all tangled up in one thick knot... again. He vaguely recalled one of his classmates saying that it wasn't worth it to kill himself over the tournament but for Riya... it really was everything he had. If he couldn't win this time... would there even be a next one? He sighed, calming himself down by thinking that he had really practiced hard for this day. So diversing his anxiousness and consentration towards the other male he heaved a small sigh.
"I do." he simply stated. "There's a tournament comming up so..." he sighed. "I'm returning to the school every other day after clubs are over to practice more." he smilled faintly and tilted his head back, his eyes following the light that broke through from between the leaves and branches.
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2009 9:57 am
Finnegan smiled at the boy when he nodded at him. He would most likely have to attempt to roll away because his legs were still kinda shaking. Either from the happiness at finding someone who didn’t want to hurt him or from the terror he was feeling only a few minutes before.
His eyes widened at the mention of a tournament. “Is it open to the public?” Was out of Finnegan’s mouth before he could even complete the thought and he blushed a bit and went onto explain. “I. Um, can other people come and watch?”
People in motion were Finnegan’s favorite things to draw. Even just sitting on a curb and sketching as people walk across the street is how he spends his free time. But people fighting is something that he never got to draw, and just imagining this kid moving in such jerky or smooth moments was making his fingers itch. Making the tree and grass guardians he was drawing even more jagged.
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White Oblivion Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 2:46 pm
Riya smilled a little and made a nod of the head again. "It's a school tournament." he elaborated a little on the matter. "And yes it is open to the public." the other intrigued him slightly even though he was rather easy to read as a person. Riya supposed he wanted to watch people fight so he could draw them. Though that was... silly in his opinnion. No photograph, no sketch could capture the essence of kendo. Nothing could radiate the intensity of the moment, nothing could capture the essence of the moment a point was accounted, were everything, a whole plan, a whole dance of delivering, sustaining and counterattacking finally joined to form a result. It was difficult to describe, however, Riya thought it impossible. He was, in fact, suddently quite motivated of proving this artist wrong in the thoughts he made, the thoughts Riya supposed that he made even though he didn't voice them.
He would know in but a moment's notice, he thought to himself. He sat back up, his back straight against the tree's trunk, not bending into any direction. His eyes fixed themselves on the other's hands instead of his face.
"You want to draw kendōka*?" he asked in a straightforward manner that seemed slightly unlike him at least as long as his ways with strangers were concerned. His question had a hint of sarcasm he was unable to contain.
*kendōka: people who practice kendo
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