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 Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 9:39 pm
RP between Darren and RuiZhi Tai played by Chrystali Fresh off the boat Darren meets RuiZhi Tai, an older student at the ShinKami School. Woozy from his trip and uneasy as to how his stay will go, Darren is escorted throughout the school by the older boy on a tour. What he sees and learns will get him ready for the years ahead. Will he make it? Or will Darren crumble under the pressure to succeed?
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 8:21 am
Day One: I Will Conquer.
The day had been a long one. One way to describe the the hours: they had gone by like a dying slug. Slow and trailing in defeat. Finally, after finishing his packing and reorganizing of his new "home", Darren collapsed upon the wooden chair beside the similar looking wooden desk. It was a much better pair than the one he had at home. There were no scratches upon the freshly polished wood and all the compartments were still in the desk.
With a sigh Darren stretched out his arm and graced his finger tips over the flat surface. It was cold and felt nice against his heated skin. The whole day he had been so tense. Not only was his mind worn from the experience of being introduced to the school and becoming settled, but his body ached as well. The whole day, every muscle inside him had been drawn tight and ready for anything.
When he had finally reached his room after trekking all over the grounds, Darren had been so relieved he wanted to lock himself in and stay there for at least a few hours. But he had so much to do!
The bed had to be made. His clothes needed to be organized and placed in their rightful spot. The alarm had to be set at five thirty for tomorrow. A schedule had to be made, and his desk had to be all set for the work he'd be setting down upon it in the next day.
Now, with his settling finished, Darren breathed in slowly. The air bustled in his lungs like a trapped animal. It burned. With a groan he released it with a puff and sat up.
There was still little time to relax. Stress bubbled in his belly even though he was done with the chores he set for himself. Without knowledge of where the ice rink was he had to do something to release it.
Shifting from his right and then to his left, Darren reached forward and opened up his laptop. The electronic gleamed and shone brilliantly in the light, it's aura of being new very true. His parents had put a lot of their money into buying him the technical machine. He hadn't wished for it, but there was no way to deny those two. If they had to give up their hearts so he could be successful they would.
Darren immediately cringed at the thought. After his brother's mishap with the law and ending up in jail, he was the remaining son. To bring the family name back to it's former glory, Darren had to do wonderful at this school. He had to achieve greatness and restore what his sibling had destroyed. If not, his parents would be so ashamed they threatened him that they'd die.
A dark frown found it's place upon Darren's lips as he pressed the ON button to his computer. The few moments it took to boot up Darren had stretched his arms up high, as if he was trying to stretch the ceiling. As he held his arms against his ears he could hear the neutral thumping of his heart. Strange...
When he heard the computer sound it's awakening with a loud ping, Darren finished his stretch and drew his chair close to the desk. When he was directed to the home screen, the lad quickly clicked on a folder that read 'documents'. When a blank writing screen greeted him, the lad began to type.
Quote: Dear Journal, I've reached it. The school where my success lies. My parents hopes have been placed on my shoulders. I must take back our pride after my brother, the selfish git, stomped it into the ground. I must say it feels that this school will be interesting. At the docks of my arrival I was introduced to my tour guide, a student here, named RuiZhi Tai. He seemed kind enough. He had an intelligent air to him. Hmm... Anyways, I think I will do perfectly fine here. It's a school, just like any other school. I have done well at everything else. How is this going to be difficult? I will conquer this school. I know what I want, and nothing will stop me.
Slowly, the lad got up from his seat and walked over to the bed he claimed his own. Kneeling upon the ground, Darren reached under and retrieved the duffel bag he had brought wit him from home. Inside it lied a hidden piece of his identity, a piece of himself that no one hear would know about. This place would see him as an intellectual youth, not a hooligan. He had to keep it a secret.
Without another thought, Darren shut down his laptop and exited the room. He needed to know of a good place to release his stress, and as the clock struck nine he was determined to find it.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 8:22 am
RP between Roommate Goes Here.
How will it go?
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 4:22 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 6:21 pm
A Step Back in Time. Tick..tock..tick..tock
Darren fidgeted in his seat as the clock counted down each and every second of his life he had left to live. The cushion, once as soft as a bundle of feathers, now felt dreadfully hard against his rear. Not only was that uncomfortable, but the bleak light that hung in his dorm room that once couldn’t warm a fly now took on the heat of the sun as it’s rays fell upon his back.
To rid himself of some of the heat, Darren reached up and plucked three of the buttons that lined his shirt out of their sockets. Sad to say the nice cool air that brushed against his collarbone only lasted for the exact time of one minute. As soon as that minute was up, the heat was back and breathing down his neck. As much as he wished to rid himself of both his shirt and vest, his pride would not allow it. For the predicament he had placed himself in now certainly was putting him to the test. It took all his strength not to get up right there, open the window that was just five feet away, and jump to his doom.
So what was this problem that made his palms clammy and his skin feel as tight as plastic? His secret, something that was so dear and yet dark, had been found out. Perhaps he wouldn’t feel so at a loss if the person who had discovered this secret was just a quiet little mouse. But no, God had not smiled kindly upon him today. That or his Karma was out of whack because the one who had stumbled upon him inside the locker room was none other than Trad: the boy who had the biggest mouth one would ever hear from in the entire school.
Darren breathed in deeply as his eyes remained focused on the floor. Already he had reached the count of fifty-five wooden slabs that made up the dorm room ground.
Yes, it was not the most interesting thing to do, but he had to do something to rid himself of the terrible noise. The awful thumping which caused Darren’s heart to race like a subway train. What sounded so bad was Trad’s feet, lumbering along as they paced back and fourth in front of his door in those darn big old boots of his.
Any minute now Darren guessed he would whirl himself around, grin that stupid grin of his, and shoot out a blackmail of some sort. Of course it would not be the most genuine kind. Probably do his laundry, his homework, maybe cook him a meal of some sort, and be his personal punching bag but it was all he’d have to do to make sure he kept his mouth shut. Yet even in agreeing to do these tasks, Darren knew that this boy would spout off his secret like a watering can with water as soon as someone asked him how was his day.
Suddenly the motion of turning feet caught his attention. The tips of the brown leather boots were pointing to him, not off to the side in motion like they had been.
Slowly, not one to give away just how scared he was, Darren raised his head. Like any good soldier inside a torturing room he would not appear weak, frightened, or on his last leg of nerves. No matter how much his emotions begged to be released and set free to grovel at this young man’s feet.
“So…you’re a Hockey player?” The deep voice asked. As expected, that stupid grin quickly crawled upon the troll’s face at this question.
Darren knew he was blushing with deep disgust as his secret was set into the air. The heat that slathered itself upon his cheeks just wouldn’t go away.
“Now…what I would like to know is this….Why didn’t you tell anyone? Maybe if you did you wouldn’t get picked on so much? Hmm?”
At how fast his fingers were clawing at his skin and rubbing against the flesh in great fervor Darren was surprised that he hadn’t begun to bleed yet. Why on earth was this stupid git asking such a clear question? The bile raised up in his throat to the point he thought it would spill over onto the clean hard wood floor. Yet it wasn’t a disgusting yellow liquid that fell from his mouth when he opened it but crisp and clear words.
“You really want to know? Well…I believe that I am too good for such a sport like that.” Darren brought his arms up from his sides and crossed them over his chest. As much as he wished it would, he knew that glaring alone would not set this man’s head ablaze. So maybe if he added some more gestures that would be the icing on the cake. If only. “My reason is very simple that even a monkey like yourself could understand quite clearly. I am the intelligent one. I am a person who is highly respected by both my teachers and peers. There is no point in going about and sharing this hobby I have for a contact sport. I will not slather my name in mud just to be look at as a tough person. I have reached where I am today on brains alone and I will continue my route on just that.” He released a huff of air as his eyes stared back at Trad’s. For someone so emotional, at that very moment he was hard to read.
Then, the loud mouth bully took a few steps towards the lad who was seated in the chair. Darren did not recoil nor did he look away from those narrow eyes.
He could clearly see his malformed reflection in the young man’s belt buckle as it came into eye-level with him. Forced to look up like some obedient dog, Darren did just that. He could see that Trad was not done with the questions.
Shifting from his right leg to his left as he sought just the right balance Trad paused to tap his chin and ask, “But why do you do it? Why is it so much fun for you? I mean, once a geek always a geek. Usually geeks don’t like sports, especially not hockey. Why are you different? Why you?”
Why did he? That question had been sitting in the back of his mind for ages. Darren had been asking himself just that for over three years now. Honestly he didn’t know why he loved the sport. But maybe it was because he just felt so…alive!
Mimicking Trad without knowing, Darren too shifted to his right and then left as he sought for comfort upon the chair. The hot seat as one would put it was cooling down as he found the answer behind a few drifting thoughts. “It’s exhilarating. I am a man of power, and with that sport, there is power. I enjoy mental strength, but not only that, I enjoy physical strength as well. Doesn’t every man? I like the competition and the feel of knocking someone away from what you need and cherish the most.” Darren scowled when he saw Trad arch a brow in question. “The puck, idiot.”
He paused in his answer as Trad murmured an understanding, ”Ooooh.” With a roll of his eyes, Darren reached up to pick his glasses from the bridge of his nose. He stared down into the clear lenses and wiped away the small insignificant smudges that had formed upon them. “I picked a hockey division that was open to all schools, and if anyone did go to the games, no one ever recognized me because of the mask and all the equipment we must wear. It was simple but clever thinking upon my part. I could do what I wished and not be noticed. So…is that all you wish to ask me?”
The wave of precious relief washed over him when Trad nodded his head. “But you know, you will be doing my homework AND my laundry.” He added as his hand fell upon the doorknob.
As expected. The dolt couldn’t even think of anything good or original to blackmail him with.
“Oh! AND I will be coming back to know more. If you want me to be quiet, you need to start talking.” With that Trad trotted out of the room with an air of brilliance surrounding him. He certainly appeared proud of himself.
Relief’s cooling wave still washed over Darren’s skin that had once felt like molten lava even after an hour had passed over the ordeal. He could only hope now that his luck with Karma would return to him and the big gorilla would keep that trap of his shut.
The young man glanced up to the ticking clock upon the wall as he finished up some math problems. His head ached and his eyes hurt. “Ugh…I need to relax.” Darren muttered to himself as the pain between his eyes did not recede just by rubbing at it. With dismay the young man shook his head in an attempt to rid himself of the dreaded headache that had begun to take root.
His eyes glanced to the team bag that sat hidden underneath his bed’s cot. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to go out for a bit. It would help him focus more if he breathed in some nice cool air and was able to drift upon the smooth ice for just a little while. Slowly the lad rose from his seat, reached underneath his bed, and pulled out the bag that held his most precious secret.
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