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Post by •RILEY SAKURA RAINES on Aug 23, 2010 21:21:10 GMT
   (my honoured brethren; we come together to unite as one against those who are damned.)[we show no mercy for we have none.]today was the start of school. students would be lead around the school, and then be allowed to rest up in their dormitories or hang around the school, just to get used to it. some of the students were in their dormitories already, but the year four standing on the bridge, leaning on the wooden rail on it, fiddling with a petal of a rose, wouldn’t be staying at the academy. he would be taught there, yeah, but he would be going back to his place at a time that was currently undecided. while he waited for his guardian – a teacher at the school who had taken the kid with him to the boarding school, with parent’s permission, of course – to call him, riley decided to hang around here and admire the view.
riley felt homesick already.
he missed the sakura blossom, the snow, the heat, the rivers. everything. but he wasn’t used to tournesolie isle just yet. no doubt he would come to be fond of the island in a month or so, but that aching pain that appeared whenever he thought of japan would still be there.
he allowed the rose petal to drop from his finger tips, into the river below, watching it be dragged away by the slow moving current of the small train of water, ignoring the fact that his hair was going into his face as he looked down. pale purple optics flickered up again, to the sky. worry was in his eyes, more fear than anything else. he was always a reserved child, finding it hard to make friends and preferring the company of... older people. but he did manage to make a small group of friends at his school. he remembered when they all stood at the top of the school building with paper aeroplanes, facing the sunset and throwing them forwards and watching them get carried away by the wind. it was a fond memory, and a small smile made his way onto his face.
but although that was a memory of his that he loved, he had better memories.
a small sigh escaped riley as he shifted positions. he felt tired. he had succumbed to nightmares of memories that were not his own last night, and was unable to sleep afterwards. he also didn’t dare go get a shower to wipe away the sweat, for it was about one am in the morning and he had a feeling that he would wake roy up. five hours later, he finally dragged himself out of his room and took a shower. it was the fifth shower in three days. only two of them were needed, the other three were just to relax himself and feel the water gliding down his skin.
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Post by jamie levi on Aug 23, 2010 23:14:45 GMT
jamie levi;;
The numb feeling that was in his heart, the cold feeling that he felt around people – only one thing could make it go away, and that thing was acceptance, approval. James acted happy and carefree, but really, it was just a cover. A cover made up of his old self, one that had burned up when his mother died, when his sister died and no one was there to comfort him. He could be selfish with love because of it, and whenever he found something or someone he loved, he never wanted to let go of it. It was that way with his father, whom had kicked him out because of his sexuality, and he didn’t want to leave Liverpool, he didn’t want to leave his remaining sister, but his father had drove him out after James living with his band mate for over a month.
He didn’t have any roommates, as far as he knew, but of course he had only gotten here, and not stayed in his dorm for more than five minutes. His bags still lied there, unpacked on his bed with a biology book resting on top of the rest of his things. He whipped the tears from his eyes, feeding his fish and putting Marley back in her kennel, patting her on her head, and headed outside. He yawned, half sighing. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he started walking around. He knew he should fake a smile, so he forced a happy grin, even though the numbness in his throat and swarming around his ever-scattering thoughts told him just to cry it out.
His eyes flickered around, and he discovered that he was hallucinating slightly, but it wasn’t anything that seemed like it was going to hurt him. Walking barefoot wasn’t his best idea, especially with all the rocks in the path. He shrugged it off, seeing a bridge in the distance. And the figure of a person fallowed his vision shortly after. He slowed his pace, not really wanting to talk to anyone, but when he finally got to the bridge, he forced another grin. "Hello." His voice was numb as he said it, but he tried to force happiness, but failed and heard the pain seep through his voice.
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Post by •RILEY SAKURA RAINES on Aug 24, 2010 19:59:21 GMT
(my honoured brethren; we come together to unite as one against those who are damned.)[we show no mercy for we have none.] “hello.”
he heard as he turned around, about to restlessly start pacing. he was met by a taller boy with black mod-styled hair, and riley instantly felt short, due to himself being only four foot five inches, and this guy being, what, five foot two or so? riley started biting his lip, rather hard, as he attempted to respond, instead greeting in korean rather than what he was meant to – english.
“annyeong haseyo. je ireumeun riley imnida—sorry!” he almost yelped when he went off in the foreign language, a rose blush coming onto his face as the japanese male looked down and turned away back to the river. “u-um... hi... my name is riley... wh-what’s yours?” he asked, trying to prevent the nervous stuttering but ending up on giving up, allowing it to float into his sentences. riley kept his head down and facing away from the taller person. due to facing away from the other, he was unable to see the forced grin and his panic had drown out the numb and pained tone to the other person’s voice. riley kept his head down, attempting to fend away the heat on his face as he stared down at the water, admiring the liqui substance but water was not held his heart.
it was not the water, no. it was the skies. they had always fascinated him, and it was a dream of his to be able to fly through the skies with the wings of an angel... but other people held his heart. he was chivalrous, apparently, willing to help others should they deem themselves to not be a criminal of sorts. he sighed then finally he turned back to the taller, still biting his lip. |
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Post by jamie levi on Aug 25, 2010 2:10:53 GMT
He looked down, leaning against the railing post of the bridge. Usually he was better at his cover. He almost didn't hear the different language. What was that? He was sure he recognized the language from somewhere, but he wasn't sure where. Perhaps a film. He winced slightly as the younger boy yelped out an apology - for speaking his common language? James didn't understand why he apologized. James shrugged, as if to say 'no problem'. He listened to the boy talk, eyes still on the floor of the bridge. "Jamie Levi." He responded with a only half-forced grin. He was actually happy - happy to have human contact. Which was something that he wasn't very used to. He simply talked when he was talked to. He glanced at the other boy, who was biting his lip, then turned his head back to the floor.
It was kind of cold, how selfish he was, but really, he was only looking for approval. But with a father that kicked him out and a family that was always criticizing him, it was a little hard not to be selfish when it comes to approval. He pushed himself up onto the railing of the bridge, sitting on it with his eyes still on the floor.
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Post by •RILEY SAKURA RAINES on Aug 25, 2010 17:33:45 GMT
(my honoured brethren; we come together to unite as one against those who are damned.)[we show no mercy for we have none.] riley resisted the urge to shift away when this ‘jamie’ sat on the rail of the bridge, legs dangling off the floor, but he couldn’t hold it and shifted a few inches away, putting hands back on the railing, but he managed to stop his lip chewing as he nervously asked another question.
“what year are you in...? i’m, um, year four,” he added after hesitating, keeping his head down and thus allowing his bangs to fall into his face. the rich kid ran a nail along the rail, before tracing various shapes into it, finally running his nail along it while spelling out the words ‘twisted bliss’. he stood up a bit taller, moving a hand to the back pocket of his jeans and taking out his iphone (encased in a leather flip case), flipping open the case and checking the time. it was only four thirty pm. a mute sigh escaped the year four before he glanced at james with pale yet deep purple eyes while putting the iphone in his pocket again.
he almost hoped that the other didn’t question his eye colour, or make a comment about it. it unnerved him that it wasn’t a natural colour. any shade of purple wasn’t a natural colour. well... unless you were an albino. |
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Post by jamie levi on Sept 8, 2010 10:26:45 GMT
James was leaning back slightly, half wanting to fall into the small creek, but not liking the thought of water at all. Simply the thought made his brain make images of water crashing down around him. Though he’d never experienced drowning, he had watched his mother drown. It seemed like such a bad way to die; helplessly trying to force your body back to break the surface, the icy coldness of the water, not knowing what was under your feet, and then getting run over by a boat, the propellers slicing in and out of your skin… He felt a shudder ripple through his spine. He hated thinking of his mother that way. He liked to remember what she was really like – a carefree, lovable person. In all reality, everyone else saw her for how she really was – a favoritism mother, a smoker, a drunk, doing almost every drug on the market. But when you were her favorite, as James was, she was the most wonderful mother you could find.
His family didn’t do well. Most of the time they could hardly afford food to eat. But on his 11th birthday, his mother bought him the bass he had been admiring in the shop windows ever since he could walk. Chances just played out that Collin had gotten a guitar for his birthday that year as well. Gosh, they were the happiest boys in Liverpool. Even if they had to go without dinner some nights, they had their guitars. They would bring their guitars on the way to school, practicing then, practicing at lunch, practicing on the way home from school, and go for dinner early, then off to the fields, where they had met to practice more, there. James had zoned out, thinking of all those great days back home. He missed Collin a great deal, and was still trying to figure out why he was really here. There had to be a better reason than just getting an education. He always told himself that everything happened for a reason.
His hazel eyes flickered back to the other boy, remembering that he was there. "Year Five." He said, a slight happy tone to his voice.
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Post by •RILEY SAKURA RAINES on Sept 10, 2010 23:45:59 GMT
(my honoured brethren; we come together to unite as one against those who are damned.)[we show no mercy for we have none.] this teenager, boy, whatever you wished to classify him as, he seemed to be happier now. while there was still an element of sadness on his facial expressions he seemed to be happier due to the company he had. riley had to wonder, were you able to become happy on your own, or did you need the warmth of someone else with you, whether it be online or in real life, perhaps in your mental reality – your mind? while the company of his friends did cheer him up, the natural brunet thought that perhaps he was happier when alone, for some reason, because he felt that someone in his conscience knew what he was feeling, and somehow the thought of it comforted him. and then, roy. roy in general just made the fourteen year old happy.
riley felt homesickness in his body again, and he momentarily closed his eyes, imagining the scent of the cherry blossoms, the cool fresh air, the grass, and of course, the warmth of his guardian’s body next to him. a smile appeared on his lips as he remembered, slowly re-opening his eyes and glancing around. no, he wouldn’t suddenly appear in hokkaido if he thought about it. even if he did wish it would happen, it would take a while, and it was near to impossible to suddenly appear in a place you knew of. or was it? perhaps there was a non-elemental transportation smell that he had yet to be taught. huh, maybe it was possible then, but riley knew that he wouldn’t want to leave without roy.
“year five.”
“year above, then...” he murmured quietly, stating the obvious as he slowly sat down ont he floor, leading against the wooden wall of the bridge, knees pulled up to his chest and arms wrapped around them. he wanted the scent of his guardian near him, he wanted to see the teacher next to him, to be able to hug, or cling, to him before placing a soft kiss on his lips... with a slight struggle due to the height difference of a foot and a few inches. riley breathed out a slow sigh, having run out of questions to ask, but then one appeared in his mind.
“started this year or been here before? and has your guardian appeared to you yet?” |
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Post by jamie levi on Sept 27, 2010 10:29:09 GMT
James wasn’t really paying attention to anything the other boy was saying. He was just sitting there, looking at the wooden floor, kicking his feet slightly. He kept looking down, getting somewhat annoyed at the fact that the younger boy was just trying to make small talk. "Naw', I'm new 'ere, I had tu' transfer. Issues 'nd stuff at home, you know... And.. I don't really know much about.. magic." He felt rather immature saying it. It didn't seem real at all.
He heard a small sigh, and turned his head around, before realizing it was his mind playing tricks on him. It tended to do that a lot. As he turned his head, he didn't even realize the very off-balance feeling he had, and fell off the bridge, landing directly on his ass. Thankfully, he landed far enough away from small river to get his leg slightly damp. Slightly teary-eyed, he just sat there, biting his lip, trying not to cry.
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