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 Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 7:57 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:17 am
Seirou  It's hiding in the dark, it's teeth are razor sharp,Ice meet fire and held. The other boy meeting his gaze for only a second before suddenly dropping a quick bow and scurrying off like a damn mouse. It shouldn't have been possible but Sho's gaze actually got colder and more annoyed.
"The hell is that? Not even a f**king apology?"Damnit he HATED the Japanese for this very damn reason. One stupid a** bow and a hasty exit didn't even come CLOSE to apologizing!
"Akiyo-san, we don't use that kind of language here."The teacher said, almost breathlessly as she arrived. At least he assumed she was a teacher, given she was an adult and further a girl. He shifted his gaze towards her and it wasn't even a fraction friendlier. She meet his gaze solidly and smiled slightly before taking the paper from his hand while he blinked in amazement. The hell?!
"Oh perfect, your in Dorm 1. It's right over there. Please try and watch your language and be ready for classes, ne?"She chirped at him, handing him back the paper before moving off to stop a couple of other students from who the hell knows what. Woman was obviously crazy as hell, he was almost as damn tall as she was. Treating him like he was two... Scowling, Sho grabbed his bag off the ground and stormed off towards his designated dorm. He was gonna dump his s**t off and try and connect to the internet, find a way out of this hell hole.
"F**king priceless."Sho snorted a few minutes later as he walked into his dorm room only to practically trip over the same damn kid. He was standing at the entrance like it was gonna eat him. Bumping him with his hip to get him to move around Sho walked through the narrow space of the dark haired boy's body and the wall and headed towards the window bed. How the hell did he get stuck with THAT guy? Deciding it wasn't worth it he tossed his bag on the bed and followed it with his school bag before running a hand through his pale hair and staring out the window at the yard beyond for a minute. Just for a second the anger sliding away.There's no escape for me, it wants my soul, it wants my heart.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:18 am
Ayukina Xien  - * ^ Yukio Miheal ^ * -
"You can probably get where I'm coming from...
Yet you can't understand why I'm still smiling..." "Yukio!! Where the f*ck are you?!" yelled his foster mother. It was morning already and the new faster parents were already giving him grief, not that he would show it. She was demanding her breakfast to be served to her at once. It's kind of funny how the foster family he lived with at the moment had average wealth, but they have enough nerve to treat him as a servant.
He ran up to her, holding her breakfast on a plate, smiling the entire time. "Sorry about the wait, I asked someone to get more eggs but I had to run out because they never got it." His new mother snatched it from him and glared darkly. "No need to get smart with me boy. My son had more important things to do!! Besides, you had nothing better to do anyway! Get your lazy *ss to go get what we need!"
'Yes, like play his video games?' thought Yukio Miheal. 'And I was cooking dinner and doing you're laundry!'He wanted to say that phrase so much, but that'd only get him hit, and he'd hate to go to school as if he'd just been in a fight. That would be a pretty bad way to start out at the new school.
"You're right, ma'am, I should've gotten out of the laundry room and go grab the eggs...Anyway, I won't be returning to this household until summer, so please be safe while I am away." Yukio meant all of it, hoping she would show some way of showing she'd miss him.
"Oh, right...Good riddance," She replied. "You're a useless boy anyway, do what you want, but don't get in a lot of trouble that'll cause me grief." Yukio bowed to her politely and started to leave. "...B-be safe..." he heard her mumble. Turning his head, he watched his mother eat quietly.
He smiled to himself as he grabbed his luggage and left the household immediately, believing things were looking up more often now. When he had arrived he was exhausted, panting heavily as he had just walked thirty minutes to the school, since his foster father and brother both didn't wait for him with a car, not that he expected it. He looked for his dorm room, slightly confused on where he should go and unpack. Yukio spotted a black hair boy and tapped his shoulder. Putting on his smile, he asked, panting heavily. "Excuse me, wh-where's dorm #4?""You can't see that I'm hiding behind this smile
Using it to shut off all of my problems from the outside world..." {{OOC:// I Am so sorry for making such a long post! I can shorten it if you guys want me too!}}
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:21 am
X Kalika X  "Better to keep your mouth closed and be thought a fool, than to open it and remove all doubt."Akira's quiet inspection of his new living quarters was interrupted when he was suddenly shoved from the doorway. Before he could even turn around to see what had happened, the culprit was already past him, inside the room. It was the same pale-haired boy he had recently bumped into outside. Akira's eyes widened slightly, and after a moment of wondering if the boy was looking to fight over the earlier altercation, he realized that the taller student was his roommate. The dark haired boy only had a few seconds to feel uneasy however, before he was knocked aside again, this time by the door. Akira actually fell to the floor this time, not hurt, but somewhat shocked at everything that was suddenly happening. Another somewhat intimidating boy had entered the room, this one had dark hair like Akira's, but was taller than both he and the pale-haired boy*. He spoke, and Akira realized that there were already things on one of the beds, and one of the bureaus in the room. So he's not new to this school... thought the silent boy. He remained on the floor, simply looking around him, forgetting that his new roommates might be expecting him to speak, or at least react to them in some way. ((* I'm assuming, please correct me if I'm wrong ^_^ ))
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:25 am
Ayukina Xien - * ^ Yukio Miheal ^ * -
"You can probably get where I'm coming from...
Yet you can't understand why I'm still smiling..." Yukio smiled awkwardly while standing still. "Well, it is most apparent that I am being ignored or I am interupting something..." he quoted with a closed eyed grin. He backed out slowly, turning to his left. He dragged his heavy baggage along with him as he tried going to the front gate and asking for directions, like he should've done in the first place. Getting to the front desk, he leaned on it, tiredly and looked at the receptionist.
"...S-sir...Do you have the map for this school?" he asked him. The receptionist nodded politely and got off his chair, going through the files. As he waited, he saw the most intimidating guy come walking in. His red hair made him intimidating to him enough, but what really scared him slightly was the fact that the guy was smoking in a no-smoking zone.
"Sir?" said the receptionist, grabbing his small shoulder. Yukio jumped lightly, turning towards him. "Here's the map..." Snatching it out of the man's hand and bowing respectfully as he always does, he tried to make his way quickly up the steps, only tripping once he reached it. He waited for the red-hair boy to pass him up, to not look at his clumsiness."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 9:27 am
Pandemic Uncaged  ʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
By the time he’d come anywhere near the office a thin trail of smoke was following him, the bitter scent heavy in the air. His lips quirked in amusement when one or two of the students he passed gave him disapproving looks, one going so far as to cover his nose and try to hold his breath while Jack passed. He chuckled, purposely letting out a long breath when he passed the student. As though half a second of contact were really going to blacken their lungs. True, Jack’s own lungs were probably already starting to rot, but cigarettes were addictive for a reason. It was either continue with his current habits or go on a killing spree. They should have damn well given him a metal for continuing to smoke.
His steps slowed as he neared the office, the smirk fading into a frown as his lips pressed into a tight line. Students were one thing. Faculty were another. Until he made sure it wasn’t too hard to get into town and find a gas station or something he didn’t want them searching his bag. Strolling in and breathing toxic vapors in someone’s face might not be advisable. Not just yet. So he took his time, letting his attention and violet eyes wander.
He raised an eyebrow at a kid with white hair, the sudden spasm as he stumbled automatically drawing the eye. Who the hell was clumsy enough to trip over a step outside of a cheap comedy movie? Had the guy even gotten on the stairs before he’d fallen. His eyes crinkled at the corner as his mouth twisted into a grin that wasn’t precisely friendly. “Watch out, gravity’s a b***h,” he murmured, pausing to let a bit of ash fall onto the sidewalk. He eyed the boy, shamelessly looking him up and down before his eyes drifted back to the face. Actual white hair. If it was natural, it was either interesting or highly unfortunate. Give him a bad back and he’d look like someone’s grandfather.
Hmmm. Actually, maybe he didn’t need to go in at all. “You know where they stashed the dorms?” he asked suddenly.
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" S t a n d i n g . o n . t h e . e d g e . . . "
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:28 am
Ayukina Xien - * ^ Yukio Miheal ^ * -
"You can probably get where I'm coming from...
Yet you can't understand why I'm still smiling..." "Watch out, gravity's a b*itch" said a voice behind him. All he could thought saying was 'Crap, what the hell is he going to do?!' He took in a deep breath and calmed down. 'Just treat it like any situation...' Getting up and picking up his items, he turned and smiled at him. "Thank you for your advice. I will be sure to watch my footing more carefully from here on out..."
He was about to run up the steps when he heard the red-head say another phrase. "Do you know where they stash the dorms?" Great...Just what he needed...To lead along a scary person to a dorm room. Yukio considered his options; on one hand, he can say yes he's heading over there right now. On the other hand he can just hand him the map and try to figure out how to get to his dorm room by himself.
He sighed, remembering his terrible sense of direction and turned back towards him, giving him the same closed-eyes smile he's been wearing since this morning. "Actually, you know...I'm actually heading over there right now," he exclaimed. "I've got the map to the area, so just follow me..." He tried to pull his bag over his shoulders, but his arms felt so heavy from walking thirty minutes from his household to the school. "By the way, my name is Yukio. What's yours?""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 9:30 am
Seirou It's hiding in the dark, it's teeth are razor sharp,Bright blue eyes slide to the side as Sho tipped his head enough to look back at the door as a third male entered the room via the easiest process of shoving the dark haired door jamb out of the way. Rolling his eyes and dubbing the kid Doormat in his head he ran a hand through his hair as their newest addition moved to the occupied side of the room. Damn, full house.
"Get out from in front of the damn door before you get brain damaged or something, f**k."He snapped as Doormat just continued to sit on his a** in front of the only entry way and stared at the two taller males in the room with him. A head popped up behind him, pale hair and a questioning expression. Sho just arched an eyebrow and shifted his weight to one side as the kid quickly asked where Dorm 4 was at. Course he was asking Doormat who didn't seem to be all there, so when he didn't get an answer after a second he backed away a bit awkwardly.
"Oh for the love of!"The silver-haired male pushed off the window seal and stalked across the room to where Doormat was still sitting on his a** and bent down to grab the kid just under his arms and jerk him upright. Using his larger frame he forced the kid around to face the last available bed and all but carry/dragged him to it before releasing him with a snort. That accomplished Sho crossed back to his own bed, grabbed his school bag and shoved his other bag off the bed with it before flipping over to land on his back with the brown object on his stomach.
Now completely ignoring the two other males in the room he pulled his laptop free and started it up while his other hand darted into the bag and dragged out a set of headphones that were shoved into place with a sharp movement and plugged in just as the operating system finished loading up. How the hell hard can it be to find a job that didn't require he attend a stupid a** school? Or f**k a public school at least?! There's no escape for me, it wants my soul, it wants my heart.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:30 am
Pandemic Uncaged ʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
He heard the deep breath and expected to see the white haired student turn to face him with a frown or a worried expression of some sort. Jack was used to those. He naturally expected them in one form or other. When the other turned around with a damned Buddha smile his eyebrows lifted a fraction of an inch before settling again. His own expression remained openly amused when he heard the boy speak. Who talked like that? If someone had told him this boy had just stepped out of a finishing school, he would have believed it. Or maybe a nice cozy insane asylum. He looked for sarcasm in the words, but couldn’t find any. Ugh. Sincerity. For some reason that ticked part of him off.
But the irrational anger was forestalled when his question also received a positive confirmation. He could work with that. As long as this smiles-too-much student was willing to help him, Jack would put up with the smiling. He didn’t even really have to look at it. He gave a short terse nod, the corner of his lips still twisted into his own crooked imitation of a grin. “Lead on already then.” He made an impatient motion with his hand, hitching the bag over his shoulder once more when it threatened to slip off. He made an annoyed tch-ing sound when the boy couldn’t even lift the bag like a normal person. He picked the bag straight from the other boy’s hands, dragging it roughly behind them with an expression that said not to argue. God help Yukio if he had anything remotely breakable in that bag.
“Jack,” he answered, keeping Yukio’s bag out of the other’s reach. Dorms first. Then he’d give it back. Or drop it when he got bored. Whichever came first.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:31 am
Seirou An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world  A seventeen year old boy, tall but lean, lay propped up against the head board in the room he'd gotten assigned this year. One knee lifted so the pad of paper could sit on it at an angle, his hand hovering over the lightly stenciled picture with a pencil poised for the next stroke. It was a posture of complete stillness simply waiting for the moment to spring to life.
The only real motion came from the dark blue hair that slide back and forth across his forehead as the breeze from the open window ruffled his bangs, while bringing the scent of the grass just beginning to heat up in the sun. Dark blue eyes watched the movement of something in one of the trees, an empty expression on his face that reveal nothing of what he felt. Slowly, his hand moved and a grey line joined the others on the pale white paper. The stroke of a wing tucked against the side of a grey bird whose head was cocked just so, listening for something that only it could hear.
Once more Kaito fell into stillness as the bird moved once more on the tree, bobbing its head as it looked at something on the ground before fluttering its wings slightly, and then making the decision to jump. The blue orbs tracked its decent as it hit the ground and began pecking at the grass and dirt until it pulled its prize free. Satisfied it lifted its wings once more to jump back to the tree branch it had abandoned earlier before it began to ingest its prize. A few more strokes of the pencil continued to breath life into the sketch while the artist himself completely ignored the movement beyond the tree of the students making their way to their dorms for the start of the school year.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:32 am
X Kalika X "Better to keep your mouth closed and be thought a fool, than to open it and remove all doubt."Akira continued to sit on the floor for a minute, wondering how he should react to everything that was suddenly happening around him, or whether anyone was really paying enough attention to him to warrant a reaction. Just as he had begun to think to himself that he hoped not, the pale-haired boy rolled his eyes, and began to stalk (in Akira's eyes anyway) toward him. Before the crimson-eyed boy could move, the other boy had placed his hands under Akira's arms and lifted him bodily off the ground. The shortest roommate twitched, no one had touched him in a long time, and he had been more comfortable that way. Before he could pull away, however, the other boy had removed his hands from his arms, immediately applying them to his back. Akira stumbled a bit as he was pushed in the direction of the last unclaimed bed. Flustered, he placed his few belongings on the bedspread, before sitting down next to them. The quiet teen felt in his pocket for the small notepad and pencil he always carried with him, and pulled them out. That was all he did though, he had no idea what he should say to his new roommates.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:37 am
Ayukina Xien - * ^ Yukio Miheal ^ * -
"You can probably get where I'm coming from...
Yet you can't understand why I'm still smiling..." Yukio was about to protest but immediately backed down, noticing the dark glare in his eyes. He led him up the flight of steps and looked at his map. "Hmm..." he mumbled. Pointing to the room to his right, he looked at it. "If this is Dorm 1...Hey, Jack-san, what's your dorm number?" he asked. He realized his room was on the other side in the even hallway. He was half-hoping the guy's room was on the odd side so he can grab his bag back, not that he minded him taking it. His arms were almost healed and fully rested.
"It appears my room's on the other hallway. This hallway's the odd hallway, so if your room's an odd number this hallway's the one," quirked Yukio, giving him the same smile, no hint of annoyance or anger. Just pure sincerity...Not like he really meant that, but he was still being sincere for some odd reason. "May I have my bag back, or should I actually show you where your room is?" he asked
He was still being nice to him, no matter what he probably thought. If Jack thought he was picking on him, he'd be in big trouble."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 9:38 am
Pandemic Uncaged ʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
Jack walked a few paces behind Yukio and a little to the left. It was an old habit, a defensive one. If it were actually a situation that warrented some kind of danger he would have liked to have someone a bit less… fragile looking in the front. If Yukio walked into a pane of glass he would expect the student to shatter before the glass did. He just had that look about him. It made one want to poke fun at him just for the hell of it. And possibly to see how hard it was to make him let the smile go. No one should be that serene. It wasn’t natural.
He showed his teeth in a wider grin when he heard the question. “No trying to sneak into my dorm, Snowhead,” he said, the nickname springing to his lips without a second thought. Making up some nickname was always easier than memorizing people’s real titles. And the odds of seeing Yukio again in a casual context seemed slim. “As fun as that might be…” he added with a pensive purr. Then he lifted the other boy’s bag and let it drop straight to the ground, leaving it there in the hallway for the other to collect.
“I think I can handle the part with the numbers on the doors,” he said, rolling his eyes and turning away from the other. The guy was still smiling? What the hell had to happen for that expression to crack? Maybe he could take some time later to find out. It could definitely be a diversion if he found himself bored. He made a note that Yukio’s room was in the even numbers. Jack’s was odd. He studied Yukio for a moment longer, smirked, and pushed open the door to his new room.
Violet eyes settled on a dark haired boy already sitting on one of the beds, presumably one of his new roommates. The apparent artist seemed dead set in his work, emphasis on the dead. Jack had seen more expression on plastic dummies. “I wonder if it talks,” he mused allowed, raising his voice just enough to be sure the other male heard him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:38 am
Seirou An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world
Kaito didn't turn his head when the door opened, preferring instead to finish drawing a few more lines into the sketch. Finally pulling his blue orbs from the bird on the branch outside his window and to the one growing on the white paper. He tipped his head slightly before erasing a line and brushing away the debris such an action had caused with a careful hand.
He knew he would have other students in the dorm with him, this was expected, but he'd do as he had always done and simply ignore them as much as they would him. At least that was usually how it worked and he saw no reason why this would change. He added a faint line to the picture when the voice of the red-head he could see out of his peripheral vision suddenly spoke.
"Quite fluently, in several languages."He drawled, lifting his slate blue eyes from the white note pad on his knee and fully towards his new room mate. He glanced him over, head to toe, making several judgments based off what he saw before he returned his attention once more to his paper and sketched out another line.
"The real question is: Does it care?"There was the faintest touch of a smile on his lips as he finished the sketch and lifted the note pad enough to flip to a new page. Immediately his hand started moving, but unlike before he wasn't pausing between strokes. He was rapidly sketching something across the page without seemingly paying any further attention to the red-head. The form taking shape in grey tones on the white.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:39 am
Devil Rose Sheeba  Yet another day
in the life of
the amazing Kiyo ImaiA pair of hazel eyes stared up at the large building in front of their owner. The brunette couldn't help but let a smile slide onto his face. Yet another year at Bell Liberty. The school wasn't that bad and he always had a good time here. Well, maybe it was just his optimistic attitude that made him feel that way. Who knows?
Placing a small lollipop in his mouth, Kiyo opened the doors to the school without hesitation. The teenager scanned the mostly empty hallway before heading to his dorm with his black messenger bag and sky blue suitcase. Thank goodness he knew his way around already. Kiyo couldn't help but remember his first year here. He was like a lost puppy for the first couple of months. The fact that he easily made friends with some of the other boys did help a lot.
'Nobody here yet?' The thought passed by the male's mind as he reached his bare dorm room. Hopefully he'd have at least one roommate this year. He always thought that having a whole room to himself would be fun but knew he would get bored quick. He had always been the type to prefer being with other people than by himself. 'I'll unpack later.' Kiyo decided after placing his bags on his chosen bed. Lollipop still in mouth, he headed back out into the hallway. Maybe he'd see a familiar face or meet a few new ones. XX
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