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Post by Takane Shinjou on Jan 29, 2012 18:05:53 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo200/amity0park/AMV/Textures/1b_thumb_watermark.png); padding: 30px; border: #dad7d8 solid 30px; ] I used to love you 372 | nadda | Sorry if this is a lame start. It couldn't be very late in the day. Actually, it was relatively early considering the sun usually bothered this particular individual. A tall lanky man with glasses, walking with a calm yet lurching stride down the fogged streets. Barely illuminated by the street lamps which he would have to deal with as his light source. Takane, who was on good terms with the Academy staff had requested to go out for the first time in approximately two years. Which they granted him with pleasure, he was one of their most cooperative subjects. Why wouldn't they let him out after all? He'd carried with him an easel and large canvas. Sporting a bag that carried his other supplies for painting. He'd needed an idea for a market for a part of his novel, so why not come and paint the square so he wouldn't have to frequent?
Takane's near golden eyes scanned the almost empty streets. Earning a few looks from the curious on lookers that happened to be outside. He paused a short distance from the middle of the square, out of the way, hopefully. The tall male began to set up his easel and set his canvas on it. Turning to his bag to pull out his brushes and paints. Though he did have a sketching pencil with him, he often didn't use them when dealing with realism. A snicker reached his ears, it seemed that not everyone had forgotten him in this place. He looked up to see a familiar face approaching him. "Well lookie here... You haven't changed a bit have you freak?" Takane barely paid him any mind. He'd learned to ignore the people who had intentions to hurt him. So he continued setting up until the person grew fed up with being ignored. The other male was fairly large himself, and slammed Takane against the wall. Forcing him to look at his face. Till Takane dropped his head and reached for the other boy's wrist to pry him off. "Please release me. I don't want any trouble." Much to his disappointment, the other male didn't let him go, instead he just began laughing. Nothing had changed, this was why he never left the academy anymore. People like this.
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Post by fluff on Jan 29, 2012 19:07:44 GMT
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[STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #9E0902; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] STAND BESIDE OR STEP ASIDE [/style] [STYLE=border-right: 20px solid #9E0902; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #000000;]An early start to his day but he couldn't help that in the early morning hours he had an urge to get up and move. Now that he was getting more of a fan base he was taking to the streets when he believed the majority of his fans would either be sleeping in, due to it being a weekend, or busy with school. He'd never really gone to school. It would have been hard to explain why he was in high school and still looked like a small child.
Instead, Camellia, his mother, had taught him everything he had needed to learn. Luckily she had been studying got be a teacher or he would have been a very dense guy. In human terms that is...
He figured he would hit the market and see if he saw anything that caught his eye. He noticed the whispers around him as he continued on his way. Most likely they were shocked at his appearance. He got that a lot. Today he was wearing black skinny jeans with a red top with a black and white skull printed on the front. It appeared to be sticking it's tongue out. He had put on a black jacket over the shirt, though it wasn't zipped up so as to show off the strange shirt.
His hair had it's red tips today, giving even more stares. He was actually enjoying the attention. He took off his dark shades and put them in a pocket of his jacket so he could show off his red colored eyes. That was what shocked people most about his features.
The hallmark of being a werewolf. His blood red eyes, the exact opposite of his fathers holy blue eyes. He had always liked that he and his father were so vastly different in coloring that they were quite a sight in their wolf forms, running side by side. He missed those times.
He looked up into the earl morning sky with a questioning look as he continued on, lost in his thoughts.
What brought him out of his space was a comment that he had believed was aimed at him. "Well lookie here... You haven't changed a bit have you freak?" He looked back down with a continued questioning look as he looked towards the voice. It was obvious he wasn't the person that was being called a freak. The "freak" in question ignored the insult and continued setting up what appeared to be an easel as if he hadn't heard.
When the large man became fed up with being ignored, he resorted to physical stimuli. The moment the guy's back hit the wall, Rollo moved in.
"Please release me. I don't want any trouble." It was a reasonable request but only taken as a sign of weakness by the large stupid human male, who took to laughing. Rollo whistled loudly, drawing the attention of the large male.
"That is no way to get a boyfriend, dude. Or at least, not that one. Although I'm perfectly happy to entertain you. I specialize in dumbass morons who don't understand when a guy is not interested in your probably small package, taking into account that it seems you've built up your body to make up for it. Ever heard of brain over brawn." The guy's look went from angry to pissed. He released his hold on "the freak" and moved to wards him.
"Who the hell do you think you are!" His words were muffled by his clenched teeth. Rollo could swear that he could see a vein about to pop on his forehead.
He gave a friendly smile. "I'll take that as a no."
The large guy pulled back his right fist and came at Rollo. He didn't move until the last possible moment. Moving his head to left, the punch barely touched his ear. The smile was still plastered on his face when he delivered a clean punch to his abdominal area, effectively getting him out of breath and a cracked rib. The guy doubled over in pain.
Rollo stood over him for a few seconds before he gently tapped the guy with the tip of his black boots. "If you're done you can leave now."
The man got up and cursed and walked away holding his stomach. Rollo watched him go then he noticed the crowd that had formed due to the scene they had made. He gave them all a smile before turning to the guy.
"Hey, dude. Sorry about stepping in like that. If I insulted you by taking him down before you could, I didn't mean to offend you. Just used to having to deal with my own wave of punks." He stuck out his hand to the man that was actually a bit taller than him with golden eyes. "My name's Rollo. Rollo Alhrik. Nice to meet ya." [/style]
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Post by Takane Shinjou on Jan 29, 2012 19:26:57 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo200/amity0park/AMV/Textures/1b_thumb_watermark.png); padding: 30px; border: #dad7d8 solid 30px; ] I used to love you .549. | .Rollo. | .Loved your post!. The approach was noticed by Takane only because this person's scent screamed dog. Or at least werewolf to him. Takane wasn't one of those vampires that hated the werewolves either, well in all honesty he was still part human. Breath flooded into his lungs when the other guy lunged for the new threat on his turf. Takane slumped against the wall a bit, you'd never think it but the human could slam him pretty hard into a wall. It'd knocked the wind out of him. Though he watched without saying a word as this werewolf apparently had no trouble in getting his old tormentor to leave with his tail between his legs. Takane's golden eyes looked up, he was a bit surprised at how forward this guy was. Was Takane really that flamboyant to scream his sexuality? Aside from a majority of the youth here knowing about it, he'd never seen this guy before. But he pulled away slowly when the other boy offered his hand. Straightening his posture with a slow breath as he stared at the hand momentarily confused. I'm Rollo. Takane carefully took the other males hand, though the handshake for him was short lived.
He wasn't much of a social interaction person, so it was expected. One of his free hands found his shoulder as he looked down at his paints he'd dropped on the ground. All of them were fine, just laying there though, he hadn't set up his table just yet, but he could only hope there wouldn't be anymore trouble today. "I'm Takane.... Takane Shinjou. I don't really mind, I'm not a hostile person, I wouldn't have hit him at all.." Takane avoided eye contact, though it was an ungrateful, or at least he didn't hope that he came off like that. Instead he now calmly stooped down to pick up a few of his materials, stuffing them in convenient pockets before pulling out a small folding table and setting that up as well. Glancing up with a slight squint as the sun decided it was going to make a quick approach. Another thing he'd just have to deal with it seemed.
The large male set out his paints atop it as well. It may have been odd to a normal human for someone to be so calm. But it easily told that it wasn't the first time he'd been given trouble in that form. It was pretty often he was thrown around, but simply because Takane let people walk all over him. Takane's golden eyes found Rollo's face again, though he felt awkward and looked away. Still wondering if it was obvious that he preferred males, or if it was just an attack on the other hostile figure. If so, it also made him wonder if his sexuality would bother Rollo if he ever found out, that is if he didn't know already. Takane could hear a few more familiar voices call out derogatory terms as they wandered away through the market. No doubt some of his attacker's cronies. Takane sighed faintly, adjusting his glasses, unfazed by childish antics as he glanced back toward the market place. "But thank you. I don't mean to seem as though I'm ungrateful. I'm just not very social." He hoped that Rollo wouldn't take offense to that.
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Post by fluff on Jan 29, 2012 20:01:56 GMT
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[STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #9E0902; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] STAND BESIDE OR STEP ASIDE [/style] [STYLE=border-right: 20px solid #9E0902; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #000000;] Rollo's nose was flooded with this guy's scent. It was vampire, that he knew, but it had a scent of human too. Rollo could only think of one explanation, a "student" of Scarlet Rose. The fact that this man smelled of vampire mattered little to him. He had had a few encounters with vampires and he didn't really mind them. They just smelled weird.
When the guy hesitated to take his hand, he tilted his head a bit and looked at his hand, wondering if he had something on it. Just as he was thinking about dropping it, the guy took his hand. His hand was strong and firm. Rollo had learned a lot from simply handshakes but this guy was a bit of a mystery, even to him. This was his first encounter with a test subject.
He wondered what he'd had to do to get the freedom to leave that place. He wondered if his father was even still alive in those walls. He had been a bit lost in thought as the guy answered him. "Nice to meet ya, Takane. It's too bad that you didn't though. He needed a good smack." His red eyes glimmered with mischief. He really was more like a fox than a wolf.
He noticed Takane's lack of eye contact. His wolf nature automatically put him as submissive, below himself. It was part of his nature to do that. Not being able to hold eye contact was said to be overpowered by the dominant of the two. He guessed this guy was more of a pacifist than any vampire that Rollo had had the pleasure of meeting.
Rollo picked up a small paint container with the color green in it. He looked it over seeing the brand of paint. He didn't know much about painting, he just couldn't sit somewhere for a long period and try to capture an image he saw. He was much more the type to live through what would be considered good scenes of painting.
Rollo watched Takane set up his table and paints, more curious than anything. When Takane's eyes locked with his, Rollo looked back, with his head slightly tilted with a blank expression on his face but curiosity in his red eyes. Rollo listened to him sigh and watched him adjust his glasses before he put the green paint next to his others. He looked towards the voices that caused him to sigh. The moment his eyes locked with theirs they turned away muttering something or the other, he didn't care enough to really pay attention. The sound o Takane's voice made him return his attention to the strange test subject of Scarlet Rose Academy.
"But thank you. I don't mean to seem as though I'm ungrateful. I'm just not very social."
Rollo made a sound like "Pssh" as he sat down on the ground next to Takane's set up, so he could get a good view of what the painting would look like. "Don't sweat it. I'm more than social enough for both of us and maybe two others if they aren't too much more social than you."
He really wanted to ask about the Scarlet Rose Academy but for now he was fine with just sitting here. He had nothing better to do. If Takane wanted him gone, he would walk away without complaint. If he did, Rollo figured he would go eat something. He wondered where the closest butcher was. He felt like cooking up some steak.
He continued to think about that as he waited to see if Takane would ask him to leave or continue with what he had come here to do.[/style]
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Post by Takane Shinjou on Jan 29, 2012 20:22:01 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo200/amity0park/AMV/Textures/1b_thumb_watermark.png); padding: 30px; border: #dad7d8 solid 30px; ] I used to love you .661. | .Rollo. | .Lul. He's a bit of an odd duck. Rollo sat down on the ground nearby. Which made Takane quirk his brow slightly, was he even remotely interesting to other people? But he reached into his bag again and pulled out a small folding chair, tossing it gently near Rollo. It said without words that if he'd wished to sit more comfortably, Takane wouldn't mind. It wasn't unusual for people to be curious about his artwork and watch him. In fact it was quite the norm for him. So he picked up his sketching pencil, idly listening to Rollo as he drew out an outline of the market square. Which looked nearly like the actual square, without colour. Like someone had painted it just a simple black and white, for now anyway. But he paused, his hand stopping mid page as he stared at the image. Something to him seemed off. The artist as he knew was never satisfied with their own work. Not usually, everything could always be better. Takane didn't really pay any mind to the comment about how the hostile person needed a good smack. If he did, then Takane wasn't going to be the one to do it. He'd never raised a fist at anyone before, that was what his twin used to do. "Perhaps, but I'm not a violent person. I've never raised my hand to strike anyone and I don't intend to either." Though not very social, he was very forward.
Takane could be shy, but he also didn't mind sharing his personality with others. It wasn't that he disliked having friends, but he generally found it hard to befriend males. Not to mention attractive ones, as he found this one. The unusual red eyes, but he stopped and set his sketching pencil down. He'd not really been the same since his last experimenting period. It'd resulted in him having restraints, which he couldn't say he minded but it was very well in everyone's best interest. He seemed a bit erratic, and irrational compared to his general quiet personality. The usual submissive dog, he'd seemed to have snapped, or something in him had. Takane gently set his pencil down, momentarily satisfied with the sketch before he looked back at Rollo. He may be working, but he wouldn't completely ignore someone either. "You've got a very distinct face. You seem familiar, but I can't really place it.... Besides being a werewolf that is." Takane spoke quietly, there were humans nearby but not too close as to cause a situation. He did notice the girls stealing glances at Rollo without remorse.
A few stole glances at him, but he was nowhere near as attractive as this male. Takane was messing with a few of his brushes and mixing colours on a pallete. He always made specific shades beforehand. It was a bit of one of his OCD things, it was almost like a determined doctor working on a dying patient. How ironic of a terminology he'd allowed his mind to choose. A test subject from the academy, he was probably different than most. Takane had a vast knowledge of such things, he was pretty intelligent. Which was to an advantage of sorts. A used-to-be human. Takane glanced back over at Rollo. An urge to paint this male too struck him, he was just so distinct. Takane did have an extra canvas, but that would probably strike the other boy as odd for such a request. "I'm going to assume you already know what I am right? I mean, you've got senses just as good if not better than ours." Again he spoke low, but he was curious. Always seeking knowledge, to broaden his horizons. But would it be worth it in the end? Takane cast a faint smile back toward the table and picked up a brush, starting to fill in a building with a similar colour to the physical one. Takane was definitely an artist, and not just an amateur one either. It was pretty clear.
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Post by fluff on Jan 29, 2012 20:55:28 GMT
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[STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #9E0902; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] STAND BESIDE OR STEP ASIDE [/style] [STYLE=border-right: 20px solid #9E0902; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #000000;] Takane pulling out a chair and tossing it near him gave Rollo all the answer he needed. Seem like the guy at least found him tolerable or he was just too nice to tell him to kick rocks. He took the folding chair and set it up before taking a seat. He leaned forward in the chair and watched as he sketched the market.
Rollo hadn't really seen someone sketching or painting in front of him. The opportunity to do just that was interesting, so he watched each movement he made and took in each little detail that Takane put on the paper. He hadn't really realized how much there was in such a small area. Takane obviously knew what he was doing. Rollo was impressed.
"Perhaps, but I'm not a violent person. I've never raised my hand to strike anyone and I don't intend to either."
This made Rollo very curious. What made him so non-violent? He smiled as he replied, "If that's the case then you will probably need to be good about the company you keep. Judging from today you should probably have a bodyguard of some sort. Or a really killer glare."
The last bit had the tone of a light joke. He wasn't making fun of Takane, more like trying to get the guy to loosen up. His demeanor was making Rollo nervous, not that he would ever show that. He was pretty good at keeping things under wraps.
When Takane put down his pencil, he watched his movements before evaluating his work. It was pretty good, if he was any judge. It looked like a black and white shot from an old show. It was hard for him to believe that the picture was of what was right in front of them. It caught him off-guard how much more of an impact art could have if one witnessed its creation. It seemed to mean more to him that he was seeing it in stages.
He became aware of Takane's stare a few seconds later. The look on his face lead Takane to believe that he was just really trying to figure out if he had seen him before. Truthfully he was hoping the guy wouldn't notice it. Last thing he wanted was this curiosity to become aware of who he was. Even worse if he turned out to be a fan! Rollo doubted that was the case though, most fans would have known who he was spot on.
"You've got a very distinct face. You seem familiar, but I can't really place it.... Besides being a werewolf that is."
The werewolf comment sparked something in him. He unconsciously gave Takane a look that was telling him to tread carefully about the werewolf stuff. Whether he read the message or not, Rollo wasn't sure but he answered his question after recovering from that statement. "I am pretty popular around these parts. It's not surprising that you slightly recognize me. I'm a singer for a group that has been building in popularity recently."
He said it as if it didn't mean much but truthfully he was proud of himself. His mother had always enjoyed his singing so being able to sing and have others enjoy it was nice. It was also the best way to get information about stuff higher up.
Regardless, he hadn't expected Takane to know what he was so easily. It made him uneasy. If all test subjects could tell what he was how was he ever going to go unnoticed?
"I'm going to assume you already know what I am right? I mean, you've got senses just as good if not better than ours."
Rollo had an annoyed look on his face at that comment. It seems as though this guy could be as curious as Rollo himself could be. Due to him actually starting to like the guy, he decided to answer the question. "Yes I know what you are. If I had been trying to find you before it would have been easy. The vampire scent is pretty strong compared to humans. I could also hear the irregularity of your heart beats its a tad slower than a normal humans."
He continued observing Takane at work as he continued to paint. The only thing that Rollo could find similar in them both was that they were both artists of some kind, although that was also very loosely similar.[/style]
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Post by Takane Shinjou on Jan 29, 2012 21:14:55 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo200/amity0park/AMV/Textures/1b_thumb_watermark.png); padding: 30px; border: #dad7d8 solid 30px; ] I used to love you .612. | .Rollo. | .Lul. He's a bit of an odd duck. There was a tension in the air, it felt different than before. Even With Rollo joking about Takane having a body guard, there was something that the other boy disliked. Takane was only open about things because he was curious, usually though he didn't say such things. So he remained quite for a time as he focused on his painting. Adding depth as best he could, as he couldn't just layer it on until the other layer dried enough. Takane decided to jump to another section of the painting and filled in a few trees, they were one of his strong points surprisingly. Many similar novelists had a hard time from what he'd come to understand. It seemed that Rollo was a singer. Familiar was one thing, but Takane didn't really follow the popular culture. Surely he'd seen his face somewhere though. If they were rising in popularity, managers usually pushed advertising and promotion. It was always a trend and a cycle that always ended the same. Takane shrugged, regaining a bit of his old quiet composure. "I suppose I should be more careful. I don't hang around many of the people in this city though. I grew up here, a lot of people know me, and from what you've seen that's how most respond to me. A body guard though a good idea is a bit hard to come by. I'm not sure the Academy would even tolerate such a thing..." He made it sound as though he were just a regular academy student. Takane was treading carefully, but he definitely noticed the annoyance in Rollo.
Was he touchy about his roots? It'd always been his notion that werewolves usually took pride in their race. That was maybe a bit of a stereotype though. "I see. I'm still not familiar with you despite having a familiar face. I don't listen to much popular current music. But I'm being careful, you don't need to be so apprehensive. I thought the lot of you were usually proud." Takane said the last comments casually, he wasn't attacking Rollo at all. But genuinely curious, it wasn't something that was easily quenched for the tall male. He'd begun painting again the main square, still partially tuning out Rollo. Takane didn't like hostility, so he wouldn't respond to it. If that wasn't clear, he'd hoped that the other boy would get it very soon. He could respect this boy for being an extrovert and being an artist of sorts.
The slowed heartbeat, that was unusual. Which actually had made him stop. All the complications from the testing seemed to spike into his head again. So he set down his paint brush as if something Rollo had said actually bothered him. Which, it actually did. "A slowed heart beat?" Takane found himself staring at Rollo, with an intensely curious gaze now. Something about that statement clearly bothered him, but he cracked a smile and ignored it. Almost as if waving it off. Would he become insane some day from all this, and his art would reflect it? Takane sighed again, staring at the half painted picture idly. It wasn't that he hated doing scenery, but he lost interest in it very quickly. He was much more of a people person with his art. So he pulled off the current canvas, and dug out the other one. Placing it where the other had just been. "If you don't mind me asking, could I paint you? I grow bored very easily with scenery. I can understand if you'd like me not to." Takane seemed to have been falling into a quiet stupor again. The slowed heartbeat still weighing heavily on his mind.
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Post by fluff on Jan 29, 2012 21:48:09 GMT
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[STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #9E0902; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] STAND BESIDE OR STEP ASIDE [/style] [STYLE=border-right: 20px solid #9E0902; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #000000;]Rollo stayed silent as he watched Takane continuing his work. His reply to his bodyguard statement caused Rollo to smile and make a sound similar to laughter but sounded more like a hum.
"I doubt the Academy would give any of their students bodyguards if they are given the right to leave the grounds."
Rollo had picked up on Takane's casual change in wording while discussing the Scarlet Rose Academy so naturally Rollo followed suit. Although when he said the word student, it was a bit strained. He knew very well that there were no true students that "attended" the Academy. Only numerous souls brought there against their will to be experimented on or locked up to be watched.
His wolf nature cringed at the thought of being caged. It was unnatural, in all the meaning of the word, to be a wolf and yet constrained to a small space. Rollo knew that weak werewolves fell prey to such a fate and usually either went mad or insane. the possibility that his own father was sharing that fate made him angry. If he had the power, he would free his father right now, but that wasn't possible.
All he could do for now was wait in the shadows for the right time to strike. Once he found an opening he would get his father out of that horrid place, one way or another.
"I see. I'm still not familiar with you despite having a familiar face. I don't listen to much popular current music. But I'm being careful, you don't need to be so apprehensive. I thought the lot of you were usually proud."
His tone was casual but Rollo didn't really like opening up with others about who he was. Rollo was silent for a few moments before he really answered. "I wouldn't know much about others like me. I've only ever been around and among normal people. The only person who wasn't normal like me was my father." He didn't continue from that point. Rollo wasn't about to give Takane his life story. Not only was it dreadfully long but it was also very hard for him to discuss openly. Especially in such a public setting.
Rollo hadn't realized what an affect his statement about a slowed heart had made to Takane. It actually caused him to stop painting and look at him. "A slowed heart beat?" Rollo could tell something about that bothered him from his scent but when Takane put up a smile and returned to his work, he figured he wouldn't ask what his response meant. If Rollo wasn't going to open up, he shouldn't expect Takane to do so.
When Takane sighed again then proceed to take down the canvas, Rollo lifted his head form his fist watching him curiously. He wondered if he was done for today and he was gonna return to the Academy. He could never understand why the test subjects that were given leave to roam never ran. He would have acted good so as to get privileges and bolted the first chance he got without looking back.
When Takane pulled out an empty one, Rollo looked at him in silent curiosity.
"If you don't mind me asking, could I paint you? I grow bored very easily with scenery. I can understand if you'd like me not to."
Rollo gave a "are you serious" look. "I know I'm hawt and all but are you serious? I mean sure if you want to just wasn't expecting you to change subjects so quickly."He'd said the hot part simply to be a joke and being so his face melted into a boyish grin.
"So, how exactly should I do this?" He had never posed for a painting but he figured Takane would decide what he wanted. Rollo had a joke about as long as he wasn't naked but he didn't say it, something about it just didn't seem appropriate. Besides it was a given that he wouldn't be naked, public place and all. [/style]
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Post by Takane Shinjou on Jan 29, 2012 22:06:59 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo200/amity0park/AMV/Textures/1b_thumb_watermark.png); padding: 30px; border: #dad7d8 solid 30px; ] I used to love you .628. | .Rollo. | .Lul. He's a bit of an odd duck. Takane quirked his brow at the look he got from Rollo when he'd asked to paint him. It almost seemed to repeat his question, only instead questioning his reason for silently asking that. He was a bit more detail oriented than most, so he paid attention. But when Rollo asked about posing, Takane couldn't help but laugh. Which he felt bad for, but he found this fairly funny. It wasn't often that people heard his laughter, but this boy didn't know that. Takane actually didn't need the person to pose, he preferred for them to be in a natural state because he altered the pictures anyway. His mind was a fascination when it came to working with art. So he cleared his throat again, donning an unusual, but quiet smile. "Forgive me. I often forget people aren't all artists, or well don't always understand another artist. I don't want you to pose, you actually sitting comfortably is the thing I most need. My mind tends to just adapt your body position based on memory. So just relax. Hottie." Takane grinned slightly, air quoting the last word. It was unusual, it'd been such a long time since he'd actually joked with someone. But he didn't know this person and his experiments had altered a part of his personality which he absolutely hated.
Takane fumbled around on the table for the sketching pencil. Not overly surprised that Rollo didn't know many werewolves, it was pretty unusual for them to be so far into the city. Well, sometimes. Takane would assume that Rollo would be surprised to learn that the artistic male had actually gone to the Academy upon his own free will. It wasn't as if the place was all that bad, but it wasn't desirable either. He glanced backward occasionally to check that he'd gotten the structures of Rollo correct. Until he was satisfied at least. It was true what he'd said, the picture he'd drawn of Rollo, was not as he was sitting before Takane now. Or rather, behind him, it wasn't even the same setting. Instead he'd placed Rollo where he'd find him best fitting if he were a character in his novel. A meadow in the middle of an ancient forest with trees so large and thick with gorgeous flowers and branches wide and proud. Vines hanging, though he was lying in the field with his eyes open in an almost poetic pose. Which Takane had simply done with sketching pencil.
Another black and white photograph that he seemed overly pleased with for the first time. Takane withdrew his hand carefully, staring at every line he'd made until he decided it was good enough. He'd gotten fairly close to it looking exactly like Rollo, give or take a few of his own additions to fit his picture. Takane smiled quietly, as he stole a glance again back to Rollo. He was unsure of if he should place this picture in a night or day setting, either would look ultimately gorgeous to him if he did it right. "I guess that's not so surprising, its hard to get this far into the city these days. I don't often leave the academy, I think this is the first time I've decided to venture out in the two years since I admitted myself there... The classes are bit of a challenge." There was a message underlying in his last sentence. He knew very well, that this werewolf was aware of what went on in such a place. Takane disliked it, but at the time he'd needed an escape from the torture he'd faced. Well, he still faced but even more so since his sibling passed. "Is this alright?" He tried to direct the conversation again as he gestured to he sketch.
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Post by fluff on Jan 29, 2012 22:38:21 GMT
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[STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #9E0902; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] STAND BESIDE OR STEP ASIDE [/style] [STYLE=border-right: 20px solid #9E0902; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #000000;]Takane's laughing at what he had asked made Rollo smile but actually he was pretty confused as to why he laughed. Was he laughing because he had called himself hot? Or was he laughing at how he awkwardly asked what he should be doing as if he was a shy school girl.
He wasn't offended by the laugh, he just put it as a piece of the puzzle that was Takane. Rollo couldn't be sure but from what little he had seen of Takane's relationship with others, he didn't seem to laugh much. The fact that he was able to get him to laugh was what Rollo considered scoring.
"Forgive me. I often forget people aren't all artists, or well don't always understand another artist. I don't want you to pose, you actually sitting comfortably is the thing I most need. My mind tends to just adapt your body position based on memory. So just relax. Hottie."
He was gonna turn what he said into a sexual joke but again, he withheld the urge. When Takane air quoted "hottie" Rollo made a fake upset face. "Hey, you can be jealous of my killer good looks all you want but air quoting is just demeaning. You're lucky that I am confident enough in my charming looks to withstand such a preposterous action." Although they hadn't met too long ago, Takane was already receiving the label of friend.
Rollo sat as he did before, relaxed with his head tilted slightly. He wondered vaguely what Takane would come up with. From his statement before, he could easily end up on a fluffy couch winking seductively. If that were the case, he would be drop dead sexy! He didn't voice that opinion because once again he decided it best to withhold it.
When Takane looked up at him before returning to work, Rollo's curiosity spiked. He wanted to look but had himself keep his eyes averted from the work. He sat in silence, singing one of his songs in his head to pass the time. He even went so far as to change the lyrics a little bit. Without really meaning too he actually started humming.
When Takane finally put his pencil down, Rollo looked up. "Done?" He knew the answer and didn't expect an answer.When he smiled then looked back at the work before glancing at him again Rollo wondered if he saw something that he had gotten a bit off.
"I guess that's not so surprising, its hard to get this far into the city these days. I don't often leave the academy, I think this is the first time I've decided to venture out in the two years since I admitted myself there... The classes are bit of a challenge."
It took him a moment to realize he was answering his previous statement about being alone. He was glad he hadn't pushed on the subject. The classes statement actually made him angry. His first thought was how dare they experiment on Takane. He was starting associate Takane with pack, it was odd because he had never done that before. Guess his wolf nature was taking a liking to Takane too. It was only then that he picked up on what he said.
"Wait, you went there on purpose? What were you thinking?" It caught him by surprise that anyone would willingly go there to be a guinea pig. He was really wondering what made him think going to the Scarlet Rose Academy of his own will.
When he pointed to the sketch and asked "Is this alright?" Rollo examined it, momentarily letting his question hang in the air. The picture actually caught him off-guard. He could tell that it was himself in the picture but he decided to play with Takane when he answered.
"It's pretty good but not nearly as sexy as the real me." He said it with a straight face and a smooth tone. He waited for Katane's laugh to come out again. [/style] [STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #9E0902; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] WE'RE ON THE FRONTLINE [/style] [STYLE=border-right: 20px solid #9E0902; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #000000;] TAGS »»» Takane!! LYRICS »»» frontline » pillar COMMENTS »»» heyo! [/style]
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Post by Takane Shinjou on Jan 29, 2012 22:57:52 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo200/amity0park/AMV/Textures/1b_thumb_watermark.png); padding: 30px; border: #dad7d8 solid 30px; ] I used to love you .647. | .Rollo. | .Lul. He's a bit of an odd duck. It seemed to him that Rollo was turning out to be one of those laid back jokesters. Which admittedly was how his sibling had been. Perhaps that's why he felt so comfortable around Rollo now. He chuckled quietly at his outburst which was clearly and completely not serious. "I could have been more rude about it and gave you less than the same compliment you gave yourself. Adding a quote to that too if you're that offended." Takane wasn't being serious either. He was relatively relaxed, and had to smile at the eagerness of Rollo asking if he'd finished. It was unusual to find people with similar personalities. It'd been a very long time since he related to anyone, at least where he could relax. Takane's sibling was really important to him, and so the two years had been hard on him without his frail protector. The golden eyed male registered a bit of anger in Rollo. Which was only enhanced by his outburst. He couldn't fathom why someone would willingly go there. Takane didn't find it so bad there compared to where he'd was before.
His gaze was cast down at the ground again. He set the sketching pencil back on his table without looking up again. Averting eye contact once again. It was such a hard subject for him to discuss. What could he tell this boy? That it was too painful to go home, not only because of the memories of the person that was no longer there, and then the physical pain he'd faced with people like his earlier attacker. It seemed cliche even for his tastes but it was the truth. "I don't recall thinking of the consequences of that place. I was rather looking for an escape. Believe it or not the outside world is actually harder for me to deal with than you'd probably realize. Even if you can't grasp that.... It's really not all that bad there, at least I prefer it over my past situation."
Takane was avoiding saying the actual reason that he chose to go there. It was just a bit too personal for a first meeting. Maybe if things decided to go well, he'd tell Rollo in the future. But for now he'd rather revel in comfort even if it was awkward. Takane felt selfish now as he cracked a very faint smile, but seemed to intentionally direct his focus elsewhere. Deciding the painting needed to be displayed in the day time. A smirk at the remark of Rollo being far sexier being him. Which was probably true. "Well it can't exactly be as sexy as you when it's not even coloured yet. But I'm not so sure, It could be a pretty close competition in my book." Takane hadn't turned around, in fact he hadn't looked at Rollo since he questioned him about the academy. It bothered him almost as much as the slowed heart rate comment. Maybe that was the reason he had such a hard time reacting to all the things they did to him. He was idly painting and filling in the vivid colours that made up his imaginary forest. Even and precise strokes as he stared at the canvas. "Besides, I can't really complain about the classes there. Only because it was my choice. I sometimes wonder if I could just drop out, if they'd really be so, smothering? But I don't really know what I would do in the outside world anymore." Takane was quietly finishing one of the large tree's he'd so carefully painted before setting the paint brush down again and staring at it. Things bothered him too easily and made him shut back down. What would life outside be like though? He was useless for anything but his art, experiments gave him something to at least live for now. He didn't know what he'd do without it.
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Post by fluff on Jan 30, 2012 2:02:45 GMT
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[STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #9E0902; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] STAND BESIDE OR STEP ASIDE [/style] [STYLE=border-right: 20px solid #9E0902; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #000000;] Rollo gave a fake pout when Takane didn't laugh. His statement about why he went to the Academy left him wishing he hadn't blurted out the questions. It also left him wondering what had led him to seek sanctuary within the Academy. What would push a person to such a course of action? This time he kept his mouth shut though.
His statement about it not being that bad made him angry but he didn't show it. If he should that he would have to explain why he felt differently about the Academy that had left his mother brokenhearted and him fatherless. That was something he would reveal to no one.
"Well it can't exactly be as sexy as you when it's not even coloured yet. But I'm not so sure, It could be a pretty close competition in my book."
Rollo watched Takane's back as he spoke. No laugh but from the sound of his voice he was smiling. He hoped that meant he would relax into the atmosphere that had been there before he blurted out those questions. Rollo rested his head in his hands as he watched each paint stroke on the page as Takane continued, "Besides, I can't really complain about the classes there. Only because it was my choice. I sometimes wonder if I could just drop out, if they'd really be so, smothering? But I don't really know what I would do in the outside world anymore."
He wondered what he meant to drop out. He must have meant run away. As for what he could do in the outside world... "Well, regardless, if you ever find yourself in the outside world and you don't know what to do, hunt me down and I'll teach you how to use a guitar and you can play in the group." He doubted anyone would mind but he doubted Takane would be interested in something like that. Rollo saw Takane as the type who didn't understand the type of music he played.
Rollo watched as he put his brush down and looked over his work. He just stood there for a few seconds. Rollo couldn't be sure what he was thinking, but he could smell something resembling what it felt like to be lost; confused, cornered.
Rollo took this moment to stand up and stretch his arms and legs. "Sitting around for such a long period suuuuucks!" He said this in mid stretch. His way of trying to turn the conversation away from its current course. [/style]
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Post by Takane Shinjou on Jan 30, 2012 2:19:37 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo200/amity0park/AMV/Textures/1b_thumb_watermark.png); padding: 30px; border: #dad7d8 solid 30px; ] I used to love you .599. | .Rollo. | .LOL you've got him legit thinking of leaving. That's epic!. There was a silence, which seemed off to even him. Takane turned his head a bit, watching Rollo carefully. Why was he suddenly so quiet? It then became clear, that with such a curious nature, perhaps there was a reason behind all this. It wasn't uncommon for the aware species to hate that place. But still, it seemed deeper than that. Takane began painting again as he listened to the shifting behind him. Not particularly paying any mind to it. "If there's something you'd really like to ask me, please go ahead." As soon as he'd said the words, he almost regretted it, but he couldn't shake this feeling. Takane had always been told to go with his gut on almost every matter. The dark haired teen turned around finally, pausing his painting again. A small corner of it was incredibly detailed with paint already. "I suppose I could put in a request. I'm nineteen already. I'm not sure I'd be very useful to you though in terms of guitar. I do play piano very well though. I think what's more concerning to me is that I'm afraid of history repeating itself if I leave that place." Takane drifted off again as he set his brush down with an almost saddened smile.
Staring at the different brushes he had, he looked puzzled briefly. Reaching down to dig in his bag, to no avail. Takane quirked his brow and tossed his bag back to the ground with a shrug. "I actually don't need you to sit there anymore. I wouldn't mind if you were hovering either... I'm kinda used to that... However I need something.. .. Like a stick or something. I lost one of my brushes..." Takane smiled hesitantly and straightened up again. Glancing back at Rollo with a still almost defeated smile. Takane was a bit tired. He'd not slept in a few days again because of his artwork like this. But it just made his heart swell so widely. But now all he could think about was what it was like on the outside. Would they let him out because he entered willingly? It wasn't like he could or would tell anyone, he'd already proved that he was more than a cooperative soul. Takane seemed really distraught at the question, even more could he really be a part of something so great. That wasn't really his thing, he'd always been the background kid.
"Even more.... Are you sure you'd want to hang around me more than just this? I've always been the background kid, I don't think I'd deserve to do something so great." Takane stretched finally, with a faint yawn. He was a really simple person, but he did greatly enjoy music. Which was another thing he added to the list of similarities. Of course music was art, why hadn't it hit him before? Takane yawned again before picking up one of his other brushes again, actually beginning to colour in Rollo very carefully. The colours seemed to stand out to him against the pale and lush grass that his imaginary outfit draped upon. Takane could almost see something like that being quite popular, but that was his dream. Takane almost automatically picked up another brush with an intense focus, staring hard at the picture as he put a great amount of detail into the eyes. "You know... This outfit would actually look quite amazing on you... I'm not sure if you're into fashion sorry..." Takane smiled timidly again, withdrawing his hand and turning around gain. Setting his brush down finally, massaging his hand, as it'd begun cramping.
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Post by fluff on Jan 30, 2012 3:10:19 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc399/EurekaRuby/bloodybackground-1.png); padding: 25px; padding-bottom: 40px!important; text-align: center; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px, bTable] [STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #9E0902; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 30px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: left; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;]We FIGHT to live[/style] [STYLE= font-size: 30px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: Cataneo BT; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;]We LIVE to fight[/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc399/EurekaRuby/3-10.jpg); border-top-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; height: 100px; width: 100px; opacity: 0.2] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc399/EurekaRuby/3-10.jpg); height: 100px; width: 100px; opacity: 0.4;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc399/EurekaRuby/3-10.jpg); height: 100px; width: 100px; opacity: 0.6;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc399/EurekaRuby/3-10.jpg); border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; height: 100px; width: 100px; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [STYLE=color: #EBEBEB; font-family: Cataneo BT; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; width: 405px; margin-top: -3px;] Everybody, with your fists raised high let me hear your battle cry tonight! [/style]
[STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #9E0902; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] STAND BESIDE OR STEP ASIDE [/style] [STYLE=border-right: 20px solid #9E0902; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #000000;] "If there's something you'd really like to ask me, please go ahead."
That statement, Rollo didn't follow it. In fact he didn't answer. If asking questions lead to Takane to silence, Rollo decided he'd stay out if it. When Takane finally turned to him and answered him with:
"I suppose I could put in a request. I'm nineteen already. I'm not sure I'd be very useful to you though in terms of guitar. I do play piano very well though. I think what's more concerning to me is that I'm afraid of history repeating itself if I leave that place."
Rollo saw the cryptic message in his words but left them alone. Instead he muffled a laugh. "You're only 19? Wow, we got ourselves a baby! As for piano, we could put you on the keyboard. A baby at the keyboard will definitely draw in the crowds." He gave Takane a thumbs up with a playful smile but then he saw that his friend had put his brush down. He went off into his own thoughts again.
When Takane began to search for something Rollo just stood to the side and watched him. "Sadly, I don't carry any of my brushes on me. Luckily my hair is so wind resistant that I don't need to carry one all the time." Another joke aimed at getting Takane to smile and laugh again.
Instead he saw the exhaustion on Takane's face. Soon Takane continued with his reasons for not striking on his own. "Even more.... Are you sure you'd want to hang around me more than just this? I've always been the background kid, I don't think I'd deserve to do something so great."
This made Rollo give Takane a "are-you-stupid" face. "I'll have you know I am an excellent judge of character. I have the nose for it. As for being a background kid, you still would be but not as much as now. You'll just be a bit further back then me, but that's strictly to pull in the fans." He gave another fun smile. "Only my killing good looks can draw the audience in for so long a time~!"
When Takane followed his example and stretched, Rollo took the chance to check out their surroundings. A little bit had passed since that ordeal with the stupid human and the people had moved on with their lives. A few girls looked his way and immediately broke into a bundle of whispers and giggles.
He hadn't realized that enough time had passed for his fans to surface. This unsettled him. If he was noticed by a brave fan he would end up with a group surrounding him in no time flat. He bit his thumb as he thought of a way to distract the passerby's or at least get them to not take notice of him.
He was so wrapped in this thought that Takane's next words nearly escaped his notice. "You know... This outfit would actually look quite amazing on you... I'm not sure if you're into fashion sorry..."
Rollo released his death grip on his thumb to look at the work Takane had done on the painting. The outfit was actually his style, surprisingly, he went into a thoughtful stare while he imagined the outfit on him. He nodded. "I agree completely, but then again I look good in almost anything. If you wanted you could probably become a concept artist for outfits, possible even a designer."
He had said it as an after thought but after really thinking about it, it was kind of amusing to imagine. Takane being a fashion designer, not only was he not fully human, but he was some what of a vampire! The thought amused him to no end. "Just as long as you don't bath your clothes in glitter."
Rollo watched as Takane put his brush down and massaged his hand. He figured it would be hurting a bit after all the drawing and painting he had done in such a short period. [/style]
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Post by Takane Shinjou on Jan 30, 2012 3:51:51 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo200/amity0park/AMV/Textures/1b_thumb_watermark.png); padding: 30px; border: #dad7d8 solid 30px; ] I used to love you .nope. | .Rollo. | .LOL you've got him legit thinking of leaving. That's epic!. Takane did manage to laugh briefly when Rollo made another joke. But he did notice, the uncomfortable nature as a few people were taking notice. Takane paused a moment, wondering if there was somewhere they could escape to. His first thoughts were the academy, but he wouldn't ever risk that. Maybe they could just disappear to an abandoned warehouse or something. Takane smiled faintly at Rollo. He certainly had a similar personality to his brother. Never really accepting someone thinking negatively even without real intention to. "I suppose it wouldn't be so bad. It'd save you all time in teaching me something at least... I keep forgetting how vast the age differences are between us..." Takane glanced away again. Picking up the brush with his other hand. It was an unusual thing to him even, he'd only recently noticed that his left hand was just as precise as his right. It would appear he was ambidextrous. So he filled in more of the painting. Detailing each piece as he went with a patient smile.
A designer of sorts. It was something he'd never really thought of doing. Takane wasn't that type of person, sure he could design and colour, but he didn't want to be in charge of that. Perhaps he'd have this one made if his novel ever got published as a gift. Takane stared at the flowers he'd put in the meadow. The fully coloured portrait of Rollo laying there, almost as if he could jump off the canvas now. It was an inviting and mysterious look that he had on in the painting, but it was placid. Takane tilted his head to the side, unsure of what to do. There was still a large portion of the forest to do, but he wasn't sure if he should do that or add more detail. He always had spur of the moment ideas while painting. Takane decided to just fill in the rest of the forest. Trying to bring his focus back, it was easy to see how determined as an artist he was. So he laughed slightly again, and turned around again. "Well I'll put in a request for you. If worst comes to worst, I may ask you for help in the end." Takane was being very careful about how he said that. If the agents were nearby, it could be dangerous. For both of them.
The tall teen smirked a bit as he watched the red eyed wolf. "A baby? I don't think I'd be all that popular, even if I was still the background kid. ... Which is admittedly comfortable for me... I'm pretty sure no one would pay me any mind... I don't like disappointing people." Takane smiled softly again. Setting his brush down as he looked at a crowd slowly swarming past. Unsure of if it was for him or Rollo. Takane was growing extremely uncomfortable. He squirmed on spot a bit, claustrophobic as he edged the wall. Pretending as if it were natural, though if the other boy was paying attention, he'd see how awkward Takane felt now. "Care to go somewhere more suitable? Perhaps to a place I know where it's a bit less crowded. I can certainly finish painting later." Takane was more hinting that Rollo should go with him. He didn't want to hang around here, it was making him anxious.
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