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Well, its the weekend here at MHS. Wouldn't it be great if all schools started on a Friday for the first day of school. What a way to start off. You get a weekend right after your first day. Well, this is because we are done with the first day of class. How so you ask. As you only went to one class. yes, but I am sure that doing the same thing for each class would get boring. So the one class you experienced is basically how all the classes are going to be.
Teacher posts role. Day gets started, end of class happens, everyone goes to their next class, or home..
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Akai Yagami The Perfect Human. "Ware yori sugure mono wa nashi"
Posts: 306
(5/12/06 1:30 am) Reply
A Day of Dreams [V]Stop by then -- That then, was twelve forthy five in the after. Akai had to make a few unschedule adjustments before stopping at V's room (next door) and check to see if she wanted to come. When he did finally knock on her door, once, twice. . .and that was it. A controlled beast he is, keeping a tight grip on his actions.
When she had opened that open, what she had seen was Akai standing there wearing a black muscle-T (he had changed) with matching swim trunks, a towel (beach form) draping over shoulder with his fingers coiling around a basket. The conversation was a brief one, any concerns she may have had were answered, like transportation - Mom let him borrow a car. What's in the basket - A light snack to tide them over till dinner, delve further, deli quality but home made and better.
The car was a two seater sedan, a Mercedes Benz SLR, silver and with all the trimmings that one expect from the name Mercedes. It was a high-end sedan, but Akai was a competent driver and this was the first time he would be driving V around anywhere and didn't know how she would react to a more aggressive style of driving so it was kept under wraps, not wanting this to be the last time. The car pulled into a parking lot where Akai killed the engine. Once he slipped from the car, he grabbed the basket that was in the trunk, along with the towels, a spare incase V didn't have her own.
A brisk wind coiled around their forms (a spiteful roarat Akai) the sun was out and there were only a few clouds in the sky. It truly was a beautiful day to come to the beach.
Edited by: Makurayami at: 5/12/06 1:36 am
Harrison Cove, and the Atlantic is a knife of cold. Not many people are in the water, if any. But there is a scatter of people across the sand and on the boardwalk. The slats are grainy, sand-eaten things; Harrison Cove itself has niches that feel more secluded. The waves are gray, as gray as slate; brine crusts the sand.
And when Akai glances back to see if V got out, the serious-eyed teenager has her elbows on the top of the car and her gaze is turned toward the ocean. So, the wind is an immediate thing and it insinuates the taste of salt against their skin; coils around their forms, flirtacious and insistent.
Distant because her head is in the clouds [I have spent my life dreaming] or because she's too proud to talk to the common folk ? But Akai's not the common folk. After a moment (or two, and perhaps Akai has to call her name) she looks away from the waves, combing the impossible gold of her hair back and away from her face and her mouth:
Akai Yagami The Perfect Human. "Ware yori sugure mono wa nashi"
Posts: 315
(5/13/06 10:42 pm) Reply
Re: A Day of DreamsBut Akai's not the common folk.
Indeed, when ever he walked the halls of MHS, he was of the prince amoung the paupers -- but in the presence of the Ms. Vendetta (golden princess) they just might stand as equals, might. When her inattention was put away with the call of her name and finally she had spoken, those pale eyes turned with fluid grace to look upon the rock aforementioned.
"Yes, lets go." Ad with that, he waited on her - a brief moment, where they can walk side by side, almost (almost) hand in hand, yet not. The jagged rocks eternal, sit upon the shore - where the ocean waves crash into them and be broken. The closer they got the rocks, the more secluded they were other of the beach, distant.
With a hand extended to her, Akai offered her help where help was needed in ascending the rocks, to place of calm, peace and serene sounding - the only sound other than a spoken voice was those suicidal waves at the bottom of the rocks - Akai set the basket, laid the down the towels, and took a seat - the cool saltly mist kisses the skin with each that breaks down
Edited by: Makurayami at: 5/13/06 10:44 pm
Re: A Day of Dreams
While Akai lays out the blanket, unclasps the basket and otherwise chooses the perfect picnic spot, Genevieve wanders away (off), toward the edge of the rocky little bluff they've chosen; toward the toothing gray waves, which gnaw so unceasingly at the shore. This, then, is the element best loved by the moon?
And she stands at the very edge, watching the frigid water reach up the shore, turn the sand and stones opalescent; then rush back on itself, growing more and more opaque. After a few minutes of this, she looks over her shoulder, to check Akai's status, which is seated.
They're both so quiet.
Edited by: quicksilver at: 5/17/06 6:00 am
Akai Yagami The Perfect Human. "Ware yori sugure mono wa nashi"
Posts: 329
(5/22/06 7:48 pm) Reply
Re: A Day of Dreams
Akai was content to just spend the day with her in that deadly silence - but he didn't. His eyes watched her walk over to the very edge of the rock formation, there were so many things he wanted to say, but couldn't find the right way to say it, to speak what needs to be said. When she turned to check his status, it changed at her action.
He arisen from that seated position to trail over to where she stood, at her side - the edge was expansive thing, standing next to her with those eyes staring out to the waters before them, a sigh slipping past those lips as he started to speak. "Kaze no kioku--" [The memory of the wind--] Akai paused, his eyes turning to V - a coy smile formed quickly."Toraeta eien wa sono ba kagiri" [Capture eternity for the moment] The brisk breeze, coils around his form, and with a spiteful roar, it lifts up the veil of raven feather hair.
"Kawa ita kaze to sure-chigau" [Passing through the dry wind.] Those eyes, the cold casted and glacial formed ones, turn away from her to glance into the sky, a cloud in the distance, travels further, and that soft spoken still spoke. "Tsumetai kumo ga nagareteku..." [The bitter cloud is falling.] Then, return of artic -- those sharp, stark, powder blues returned, again, looking at her, watching, wanting to know more. "Dare mo ga mina daiji na hito--" [Everyone has someone who's important to them--]
Stop, pause, beat.
"Do you. . ."The memory of the wind, brings a though to him, a recollection of an event that holds unknown feelings, it compelled him to speak, break the silence.
Edited by: Makurayami at: 6/2/06 1:06 am
Re: A Day of Dreams
Akai (so coy) turns to V, and the (innocente) girl tilts her head slightly to the side as he begins to speak in the hushed fluid spill of vowels and consonants -- Japanese. He seems wrapped in a spell of his own making: the play of invisible wind and blacker than black hair and icy blue eyes, all in a constant motion, at equivilant speeds. When he stops, stumbles, and speaks in English again, V is still standing in place. Her skirt lifts like a flag and brushes against her calves, and her hair gets no attention.
Akai Yagami The Perfect Human. "Ware yori sugure mono wa nashi"
Posts: 357
(6/18/06 1:45 pm) Reply
Re: A Day of Dreams
A spell of his own making guides certian -- but a spell she casted on him long ago drives him, compells him. To reach out, take her hand, and tell her how she makes him feel would be ideal, it would nearly divine -- but he can't do it. Maybe fear paralyes him, taking away all of his courage, stealing away everything that makes him brave with just single golden gaze.
"Perhaps -- perhaps not." Ambigity was his nature, everything holds more than one meaning for him. Life was all just a shades of grey, cut and dry was dull, cut and dry was boring, cut and dry, black and white were meaninglyless.
"I am curious about one thing, have you ever composed an orginal piece" There was that pause, a slow indrawn breath inbetween words seep from lips with words formed for her. ". . .something that comes from your heart when you play piano?"
Re: A Day of Dreams
Perhaps ambiguity was in Akai's nature. But Genevieve's nature [ natural child?] was just as opaque, or could be. Light conceals more than the shadows do -- light is the source of all shadows, light is the blinding force of radiance -- and so very much about Genevieve is light and luminosity. Radiant golden eyes, shining golden hair; skin as pale as ivory, pink lips, dark eyelashes, darker eyebrows - finely painted, a delicate little China doll.
Akai Yagami The Perfect Human. "Ware yori sugure mono wa nashi"
Posts: 369
(6/28/06 3:13 am) Reply
Re: A Day of Dreams
Whatever Akai was doing [just standing there] was suddenly stopped -- His eyes turned to V as he heard an echo of his words, there was a slight smile on his lips and it wasn't that coy one from just a minute ago, it was that knowing smirk of his.
She was radiant, the girl was carved from light -- but Akai, his demeanor, appearence, were rimmed in darkness -- those eyes were only the thing that radiated light, even in the lack there of - they shimmered brightly with the brilliance of cube of ice with the sun shinning through. Sun kissed skin, inky black hair, body riddled in muscle -- an exquisitly crafted Knight in shinning armor.
". . .Funny -- I do alot of a writing, when ever the mood the strikes, like just now -- a moment of inspiration over came me and I couldn't control myself. Ever have moments like that, where you just want to give into some urge or impulse?"
He was usually silent, the quiet type -- but not here, not now, not with her.
Re: A Day of Dreams
The wind slips its invisible fingers through her hair, and combs the long golden tresses out through the air; they shine, and shine. That same wind, reckless, is annoyed when she lifts a hand to tie much of her hair (if not all : too much of it) into a large knot, drips over her shoulders, down between her shoulderblades.
"Yes, of course. I want -- " Don't be surprised that she's so serious, even now. The girl who rarely smiles.
Akai Yagami The Perfect Human. "Ware yori sugure mono wa nashi"
Posts: 413
(7/27/06 6:42 pm) Reply
Re: A Day of Dreams
He never turned away -- those more blue, more than cold eyes never lifted from the vision of gold that he was standing next to -- she remained so serious, so grave. Everything about her life, her style seemed so constricted - devoid of jubilation that most kids their age display -- beyond her years.
"I can understand that feeling, so --"
A pause, a beat, a strum plays across the strings of his heart. That close proximity with her was intoxicating. Was she all that he dreamed of, was she all that his mother had hoped he would meet one day. Maybe.
"-- And what is it that you want to do?
A brow raised, his question posed. Inquistive creature.
Her features are so fine, and look, now appear carved into an expression of remove. Distance is her natural state. "What do I want to do?" she repeats, voice quiet and husked, after too many silent seconds. She gives Akai a direct look, and serious. "Control the world."
Akai Yagami The Perfect Human. "Ware yori sugure mono wa nashi"
Posts: 420
(7/27/06 11:21 pm) Reply
Re: A Day of Dreams
With that direct look, that serious expression held in those illuminating golden eyes and spoke those words -- Akai took her as so, serious. He turned to face her fully, a hand lifting to run through the black tendrils, pulling it back from his face -- It was like a smile from those pink lips of the girl -- a rare occurance, to see the full of his features.
The hair was lifted up and what could be tucked behind his ear, was. Crafted in a lab to be better, his features were a step beyond regal - most of the guys at MHS were walking works of art, but Akai was something more. Finely crafted cheek bones, ice blue eyes shimmering in the light of the sun, a powerful jawling that echoed the steely determination trapped within his eyes, thin lips poised to speak. "I'd stand at your side, as I am now."
She was serious, so was he.
"Ever since I met you, I've been compelled to do things." Pause. "I want to be there for you, no matter what" A sigh slipped free as let that admission be known to her. Matters of the heart that weighed heavy on him, the contact with her eyes were broken as he turned away, the very edge of the rocks wasn't enough for him -- the urge to go further temping indeed.
Re: A Day of Dreams
V isn't stupid. And she's never been willfully blind, and she's always tried to pay attention to the emotional states of people she's around. There's no way she could miss the single minded devotion behind Akai's statement, behind his sigh.
(Well, this is what Grandfather wants . . .)
Rememberance. Amber, and the Merciah look-alikes. Karrody, and the Merciah look-alikes. That copper-haired feather-winged girl, dark of eye, cheerfully smiling over a cup of fragrant tea, then turning. As she turns, her eyes lose all light; she's covered in blood, and the scene is a furniture store, and she's calling V's name, and slashing the air. Karrody, looks only thirteen, a frail boy, in the middle of carnage and blood, begging Amber and V to go. Go quickly. Coughing up blood. Kobita, bright and shiney, saying, "Do I need to know much about you? I think I know enough. I know that you're too kind to merit those people trying to kill you. That's all I need to know."
(. . . and as for what V wants? Well. . .)
"It was just a joke," she said, still quietly, irony behind her voice. When Akai turns to face V fully, nobody will be surprised when V doesn't mirror his movements, although she doesn't immediately look back at the waves. Still, she does look back at the sea by the time he's saying I want to be there for you, although hyper alert, despite no apparent disturbance. "Who would want all that responsibility?"
(. . . we'll say she just wants to make her Grandfather proud.)
She turns, a sudden thing, from the cliff, and folds her arms over her chest. "But thank you." A pause, and of course she's sincere -- anything that bright has to be, doesn't it?
And when the pause ends, as if part of a different conversation: "But how much do you know about yourself, and what compells you, Akai?" Edited by: quicksilver at: 7/28/06 2:53 pm
Akai Yagami The Perfect Human. "Ware yori sugure mono wa nashi"
Posts: 430
(7/30/06 3:17 pm) Reply
Re: A Day of Dreams". . .Father. . ."
The word echoed through the air, through the mist of water created from the waves crashing into the rocks - the spectrum of light created with the bright sun meeting the particles. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and finally violet streak before a pair of golden set and cold blue eyes.
In silence, Akai stood there - staring out across the expanse of water as far as his blue eyes could see. His hair, the black tendrils, they were such a weighty, such a narcissitic thing, stay still. "Ore o kari-tateru hageshisa wa"[The things that motivate me] Eyes turned to meet hers, again. "Kimi no hohoemi ni iyasaerta"[Are hidden by your smile]
Rememberance - the first she came to his room, the first time he took her by the hand, the feel of her pulling away from him - the sting to his heart, when he barely knew her. There was something deeper here and it had been growing steadily inside of him since that faithful night.
"Dare mo ga mina daiji na hito"[Everyone has someone who's important to them] His hand reached out, touching to her shoulder - the warmth of his skin brushing against the fabric of her clothing "Terekusakute ienai, kedo kimi no koto o mamotte-itai..." [I'm a little shy in saying this, but I want to protect you.] She was turned away from the cliff, with him tow, the strenght of him reflected through that touch, a touch that may not seem intimate but it was.
--
A shot rang out through the distance, the crowds reacted to the cound, dispersing to the safety of their cars, kiosks, and others that may impede a bullet from penentrating them. The touch to V's shoulders, the warmth of skin scorching against the fabric of clothing was taken away - replaced with splatter, crimson in color and staining.
At her feet, there was more, on the rock and as for Akai - he was not there, no longer standing beside her side.
Re: A Day of Dreams
He was gone before she could reply to any of it. Father, he'd said, and perhaps she'd been surprised. He touched her shoulder, and repeated his poetry, added to it; and before V, cool-hearted, could say a word, there was a spray of blood. And he was gone.
Naturally, she drops to the ground, fingertips touching, and just as naturally, she turns to look over the cliff, because that's the only place he could have gone: toward the teething waves and the toothy rocks. "Who did it? Where'd he go?"
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