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 Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 3:51 pm
Truly only someone with excellent night vision would have seen the single leg that dangled off the roof of the monster dorms. In Amity, it was quite possible someone had that great of vision. Would anyone care if they saw the limb? Most likely not. Either way it was late in the night, and only a student here or there was trickling around the grounds below. If he truly wished to remain hidden, his illusions would have done the job perfectly. There was a little known fact about the kitsune at hand, something that he did not indulge in often. It was something he picked up from his father, the Kiseru pinched between his fingers being a gift. It was one of the only things ever given to him by his dad, being something that 'made him a man' as he claimed. Remi just enjoyed a smoke now and then, usually when he was stressed out or hell... did one really need a reason? The roof top was a prime place for it too. The cool air was always pleasant, and he still was not sure if smoking was even allowed in Amity. He did not feel like taking that chance, getting in trouble enough as it was, so this is what brought him here. The monster dorms was just a random choice this time, getting on to the roof was far too easy.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 6:47 pm
Smoking wasn't allowed in Amityville. Nuk knew that because not a few weeks ago, Sparrow had busted him for it in one of the more abandoned classrooms. But that had never stopped him before, and it definitely wasn't going to stop him now.
The concrete staircase leading up to the roof of the Monster Dorms was dark and carried the musty smell of dust and disuse, the steps cracked from years of abuse that was so stereotypical of monsters. In that darkness, only the faintest sound of bare feet scuffing against smoothed concrete marred the silence, the sound echoing in the square spiraling passageway, growing subtly louder the higher it climbed. About halfway up, there was the flicking sound of a lighter being struck, the quick scratching sound of metal against metal repeating a few times before a pinpoint of light flickered into being, hidden behind a large, calloused hand before it was flicked off just as quickly as it had been lit. A deep, inward drag coaxed the end of a cigarette to glow a brilliant shade of red, briefly illuminating tribal tattoos marred by scars, shadows dipping into the hollows of the dark features of his face. He held it there for a few moments, the inhale, before he released it in a slow, relaxed breath, the white smoke circling before dissipating into the darkness.
Pushing open the door to the roof with his shoulder, Nukpana took another deep drag as he stepped out into the cool night air, the roof still warm beneath his feet. Although he had and would smoke just about anywhere, this was his place of sanctuary; to accommodate the ever-growing student population, the dorms were some of the highest places in Amityville Academy. It was cheesy, and he denied it when asked, but up here, on the roof, it had always made him feel closer to the stars. He could touch the sky as a bird, but this was a different sort of exhilaration, when he was sprawled out on his back on the concrete, watching the smoke curl lazily up into the deep, unending nothing washed in a bright shower of diamonds. When things were more than he could handle, this is where they all bled away, where the spirits of the moon and earth and stars whispered to him, and soothed away whatever had left him so deeply unsettled.
The skinwalker was so distracted, he didn't notice the Kitsune until he was halfway across the rooftop, standing at the edge adjacent to where Remi was sitting. His skin prickled a little before he turned to stare at him, molten amber eyes glowing faintly in the darkness, the small, red eye of his cigarette burning between his fingers. Keeping his gaze focused on the the three tailed demon, Nuk finally lifted the cigarette back to his lips, his eyebrows furrowing a little in a scowl as he exhaled through his nose, turning back to look over Amityville's campus.
"Beat it Foxboy, this is my spot." he muttered, irritation overshadowed by the overall sulkiness in his dark tone.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 7:26 pm
His eyes had closed what felt like eons ago, shutting his senses down and pretty much ignoring the world. When he was alone up here, or any of the other roof tops, HE was king. The Kiseru touched his lips briefly before once again being removed, and sending a puff of the white smoke in to the crystal clear air. He always wanted to master the O shapes his father could make, never finding himself able to master that art. As it was his looked more like formless blobs, if he was lucky maybe they looked more rounded. Or maybe that was his eyes playing tricks, or his ego talking.
Maybe his father cheated and used illusions to make the perfect shapes.
Beat it Foxboy, this is my spot.
The words made his eyes fly open, his senses crashing back down on him, as he made a little jump and found himself, almost, tumbling off the edge of the roof. "Hoy hoy!" He called out, reaching down and grasping at the roof top, his nails making a scraping sound as he caught himself. He rather liked not dying tonight, being as the only thing that would have broke his fall was a conveniently placed tree further below. The pipe in his hand somehow managed to weave between his fingers through the endeavor, he was thankful the object was thin enough to make this possible.
Turning around after his rather embarrassing display he wanted to catch glimpse of whomever his assailant was. Eyebrows practically knitting together momentarily, he was suddenly glad that he, being essentially a animal, had excellent night vision. The red sheen coming off the tip of the cig was enough to illuminate Nuks face just briefly, only adding to his features. It made him look a little more intimidating, frankly.
"Your cute and all, and i hate to break it to you fuzzybutt, but your rear end is not large enough to accompany all the roof space. Sorry." His wording could have either come off as serious or even as teasing, with this kitsune sometimes it was hard to tell. Either way, the corner of his lips quirked into a devious smile.
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Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2013 6:57 pm
Whatever Nukpana had been expecting, it certainly wasn't what he got. Which was quite a feat, considering Nuk had been ready for almost anything, steeling himself especially for the annoyance or aggression which usually accompanied a command such as that. Those were the typical responses, especially when it came to his interactions with other guys; he purposely picked fights, the gravelly, brusque words nearly always coming across as aggressive, rumbling from the back of his throat like a growl. And, unsurprisingly, that Alpha Dog swagger never really went over well with other macho dudes. What he hadn't been expecting was for Remi to be startled by his presence, fully assuming that the fox spirit would have used those keen ears of his to pick up on... whatever, his breathing or some s**t like that. Or maybe he just expected him to be able to sense him or something. Instead, he flicked his eyes to watch Remi sidelong as he lurched forward, seeming to practically leap off the roof before the kitsune caught himself, his molten amber eyes narrowing a fraction of an inch as gave the demon an incredulous look.
He could feel Remi's eyes on him, watching him take the drag which brightened the smoldering tip of his cigarette, the movement of midnight blue in the darkness catching his attention. For a few brief moments, the skinwalker let him look, his own dark pupil clearly trained on the fox, making no show as to hide his own side-long stare. They appraised each other like this for a few breaths, smoke rising from both pipe and paper, before finally the demon spoke, breaking the silence which stretched across the corner of the roof.
There was another half a second of silence, tension building for that fraction of a second while a deep, hot flush spread from the bridge of his nose over the black ink bisecting one eye to touch his ears as Remi uttered the word 'cute,' the monster taking a moment to collect himself before he continued.
Tilting his jaw a little to stare fully at the alleged intruder, Nuk gave him a long, dark stare before he let his arm drop from where he'd kept it near his lips, ash flicking down onto the concrete by his side. "Yeah?" he replied in a low, husky tone, ultimately unconvinced by the reply. Turning a little on the ledge to face him head-on, the skinwalker hooked his thumb into one of his belt loops, cocking his head to one side haughtily, trying to hide the flustered waver to his tone with a little more agitation.
"If you think it's so cute, why don'tcha c'mere an' kiss it."
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 4:52 pm
It was a good thing for Nuk that the roof was full of shadows and darkness, and that the skinwalker had natural warm brown skin. What this meant in combination with one another, was the kitsune had no idea that he was blushing in the least. To him the other had just grown silent, watching him warily. The silence spoke volumes, but at the same time what pitch was it taking? Was the skinwalker thoughtful? Angry? Confused?
Or just staying silent to try and confuse the poor boil?
Whichever, it was working. Still though he waited, wondering how the other would react. Remi was a sucker for reactions, and sometimes it came back and bit him in the a**. The kiseru touched his lips once more, taking a long drag as Nuk finally settled on what to say.
It was his turn to pause now.
Though it didn't last long, a bark of laughter escaping his lips as the smoke escaped from his mouth at the same time. "a** kissing really isn't my thing, bro, i just know how to appreciate nice things." Instead he reached out his free hand and patted the ledge right next to him. "Why don't your bring your fine self over here instead and just chill like i suspect you want to." Why else was Nuk up here? Remi had no intentions of going anywhere, so why not have some company. With a flick of his finger, a tiny ball of fire appeared at his finger tip. "You'd even have a portable, non refill needed cigarette lighter at your expense if you wanted another."
He seriously hoped though that Nuk wouldn't push him off the ledge, that would hurt really badly. Remi really didn't understand the concept of pushing one too many buttons too hard.
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