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Post by Takane Shinjou on Apr 23, 2012 1:46:06 GMT
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that memory, that in which cannot fade
that voice that reached me I cannot forget that sensation that tugged at my heart, that in which made me smile in such a way. The musical notes I still remember, something I cannot forget, the way of your beautiful nature.
The classrooms, a familiar place that seemed so distant today. A lanky figure sat near the window in one of the deserted rooms. Staring up at the moon which he seemed to have deemed his friend by now. A faint smile allowed Takane to feel peaceful as he dropped his head again. Returning to his drawings, which he was sketching one of the larger scenes of the most recent chapter he was working on. Where the main pairing, one of them confessed their love to the other person. He inhaled softly, this was the third night in a row he'd been up, But he really couldn't help himself when it came to this art work. It consumed him so easily, and he let it. Takane's eyes narrowed softly as his hand moved accurately over the page. Pulling himself back to inspect his work, finally it seemed it satisfied him. Recently he had found himself a bit more comfortable here, even if the awkward meeting with Peter, had been well... Awkward. He smiled faintly as he pulled out his other tools to begin inking the page. Carefully dragging the tool over each line.
There was far too much emotion on this scene, he felt somehow but it seemed fine. Takane hadn't smiled like this in such a long time. Maybe it was finally that point that people referred to as 'past the storm.' It seemed to feel that way. While the death of his twin and the emptiness he felt because of it was still there, it wasn't weighing him down as he'd allowed it to. Takane notice a drip of ink in the corner which made him narrow his eyes again, tilting his head with a rough sigh. His lids didn't seem to want to stay open, despite his drive to work. Actually, he couldn't control the thing that happened next. Takane's muscles relaxed without his control. It seems that even my body won't obey my wishes... Takane's body slumped forward as he faded from consciousness. It was after all rather late, or very early in the morning. Sitting in one of the desks as the pen fell in the lone room, the empty sound was the last thing he'd heard. Though his head landed rather roughly upon the desk. Throwing him into a land of horrible terrors that loved to plague him. Takane's breathing evened though as he sat in the desk, rather slept in the desk.
Tumbling downward into a black swirling void. Takane could feel himself falling, but he could do nothing about it. His muscles tensed in reality. Had he been awake, he'd have noticed he ruined the drawing that plagued him the past three days. But now, he had not a clue. Nor a clue that the ink had spilled and left a large puddle of black on the floor at his feet. Such a mess.
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Post by Daniel Thompson on Apr 23, 2012 3:30:27 GMT
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Dr.Thompson was not at all a morning person. He liked sleeping in, but he also liked to be early, which meant he was going to do the favor that was asked of him as quickly as possible. Which meant getting up at 6am, and going to this particular classroom to Check the file cabinet. Why Peter couldn't just do that himself Danny had no idea.
The doctor opened the door to the classroom, revealing to whoever could possibly be inside who he was. He had a feminine profile but he was extremely tall, six foot five to be exact. His hair was long and pink, pulled partly back by a messy hair band. A good portion of his bangs were loose and they framed his face.
The doctor's eyes fell upon the classroom which was still lit by the artificial lights typical of a classroom. He stepped inside and shut the door behind him, when he turned around to notice a young man sleeping at a desk. Danny was also a young man, only twenty-three which was surprising because he was such a professional doctor. When he went to get a closer look, the first thing that entered his mind was: ADORABLE!
Danny stood over the young man grinning like an idiot looking at new puppies. He then left the boy alone to go check on his task, Peter needed certain files. He walked over to the file cabinet and opened it up, thumbing through files and than grabbing the specific ones he needed. After that he went back to the male sleeping at a desk. It wasn't until then that he noticed the puddle of ink. "Oh dear." He said quietly. Then he tapped the male on the shoulder to wake him, "Yoohoo... Good morning sleeping beauty!"
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Post by Takane Shinjou on Apr 23, 2012 4:15:46 GMT
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that memory, that in which cannot fade
that voice that reached me I cannot forget that sensation that tugged at my heart, that in which made me smile in such a way. The musical notes I still remember, something I cannot forget, the way of your beautiful nature.
Takane was vaguely aware of another presence. Mostly through scent, even in his sleep, the shuffling intertwining with his dreams of horror. Chained to a wall, and locked deep in some damp cell, a voice broke through to him though. The gentle pressure on his shoulder actually startled him more than it should have. Takane's eye flit open in an instant, opening wide at the figure who was too close to him now. Even more, he realized what had happened, which caused him to jump violently out of his seat. Nearly knocking the entire thing over and making an even bigger mess than he'd have needed to. Takane had forced himself onto his feet, a bit too quickly, knocking himself onto the floor much like the ink he now took notice of. He reached up to run his fingers across his face, it was wet.
Pulling his fingers away, they held black smudges on them, widening his eyes again he pulled himself back up on his feet. Face falling immediately at the ruined picture he'd have to start over on as much as he hated to do something like that. Takane quirked his brow momentarily looking at this person who'd woken him up. Hm... Who.. is this? They remind me of Hana somehow... Takane dropped his head shyly as he reached over to fold up the ruined picture. It wasn't much use now after all, right? Right. Takane's face drew into a thoughtful frown as his brows knit together. This meant he'd need to get more ink as well. This was his last well of it. How unfortunate too, he couldn't finish the story without it. Traditional screen toning things. Takane's hand found his face again, trying to wipe away the smudged ink that surely decorated one side of his face and hair. I need a shower... "Ah....I'm sorry... I hadn't meant to fall asleep or make such a mess... I'll clean it up and leave." He spoke quietly, unable to look this other person in the eye.
It must have seemed bothersome, to find a student sleeping in the classroom, and not even the art room at that. Having recklessly and so carelessly spilled ink upon the floor. Sure it would and could be easily cleaned up, but that didn't mean it'd never happened. Takane mused about in his mind, unsure of how to clean the ink up. But ironically he knew how well it liked fabric, impulsively he removed one of the shirts he was wearing. It was an old shirt and he always wore this one when inking pictures. Or even if he'd intended or planned to later, he wore this shirt. So he knelt down near the puddle of ink, placing the wadded fabric on top of it. Watching curiously as the ink bled into the shirt. His lids were partially closed as he picked up the empty ink well and pen he had been using earlier. Tucking them away in a disposable bag he'd brought with him just in case something like this happened. Takane felt a bit rude having not introduced himself, but was it really even needed in this situation? "I didn't mean to be rude....I'm Takane..." His voice hesitated again as he glanced at the person's face momentarily before looking away. He was still feeling a bit defeated over his drawing, it had taken him three days, and it was the last page. Ah well, this would soon be over and he could start over again. Same old same old...
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Post by Daniel Thompson on Apr 24, 2012 13:33:15 GMT
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Danny was surprised by the reflexes of the sleeping young man. Most people didn't jump to their feet as soon as they were awoken, but some did fall on the floor. If it had been Danny he would have been drooling on the desk and asking for five more minutes. Well maybe not the drooling part, but you get the idea.
Danny thought it was a little bit funny that the young man had smeared ink on his face, but he did his best not to start laughing at him. This guy's reaction was really funny for some reason. Danny then noticed that the young man got rather serious, and it made it feel a little awkward for Danny who wasn't a serious person at all.
Dr.Thompson took a step back after the young man apologized. "Oh don't fret, it's not a problem. You don't even have to leave if you don't want to. I just thought it wasn't a good idea to sleep in a place like this, someone might draw on your face. Not that they could put very much more ink on your face." Danny couldn't help grinning, it really was funny that there was ink all over the other guy's face. For a doctor, Danny was not what you would expect. He was young, he had long pink hair, and his personality was somewhat flamboyant. The exact opposite of Peter Connel.
For a second Danny's cheeks flashed pink, when he thought the young man was pulling off his shirt. Then he realized he still had another shirt on underneath, and was relieved. Then he realized the young man was cleaning up his mess, using the shirt to absorb the ink. Danny wouldn't personally subject his clothes to such mistreatment, but most guys weren't as girly as him.
The test subject introduced himself as Takane, an interesting name. Danny thought it was Japanese but he couldn't be sure. It had always been his half sister Hana who spoke Japanese after all. Anywho, Danny wouldn't leave Takane hanging. "Nice to meet you Takane, I'm Dr.Thompson, you can call me Danny if you want though." The doctor was smiling, and he winked, but he wasn't sure if the Takane person was looking. It didn't really matter, Danny wasn't to sensitive when it came to himself.
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Post by Takane Shinjou on May 22, 2012 0:28:26 GMT
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that memory, that in which cannot fade
that voice that reached me I cannot forget that sensation that tugged at my heart, that in which made me smile in such a way. The musical notes I still remember, something I cannot forget, the way of your beautiful nature.
Hm? Ink...? Takane looked a bit confused, completely stopping all movements. There was ink on his face? His fingers automatically reached up and touched each of his own cheeks. A large black smear rubbed off onto his fingers. His eyes opened a bit wider though he didn't make a noise. Takane found his face grow hot out of embarrassment. Had he been aware of this, he probably could've passed it off. Actually if he weren't so obsessed with being clean and having everything else clean, it wouldn't have been a big deal. Takane set his folder down on one of the desks again. Glancing around the room, which didn't seem to have a sink that he was aware of. "There... isn't a sink in here is there... Ink is far too messy." He'd mumbled the last part. Takane wasn't trying to let on that he was quirky, but in truth he was.
So his other hand found the spot on his cheek and rubbed at it a bit harshly for him. Really though it seemed he was really bothered by it. But to stay in a classroom... When no one, well but Danny was in there. That was a bit strange wasn't it? Takane hadn't met this person, and somehow he was familiar. The pink hair, the feminine qualities of the other male. Takane caught himself staring and hid his face again as it turned red. Noticing this was actually bothersome to him. The mention of this person preferring to be called Danny somehow seemed unprofessional. Maybe it was just the name. Since he'd addressed that man as Peter. Technically he was a supervisor as well so that was bad too. Takane was really embarrassed, he was so irresponsible and inconsiderate at times. "I don't have to leave... no, but really hanging out in a classroom seems a bit weird. Unless you're a teacher... or a student.. not that teacher's have nothing better to do... I mean..... I'm sorry... I'm being rude again.... you don't have to be considerate or polite just because it's socially acceptable.. I'll understand if you'd prefer not to speak with me... " Takane was extremely embarrassed now. He couldn't raise his face at all, so he hid with his head slanted away from Danny.
The feeling irked him though, the room was too messy. He was messy himself, all he really wanted to do was clean the room. If he started with one part, it'd have to be the entire room. It was really ridiculous for him to obsess over it, but it was a habit. ".... Is it alright .. for me to clean the room? If I make a mess... I feel obligated to clean everything... I'm sure that's weird .. right?" Takane's face only seemed to grow more red as he kept speaking. For some reason he felt nervous and judged under this gaze. Just like everyone, it was actually making him extremely anxious. So he shut his his eyes a he kept his head away. It was extremely rude to look away when speaking. As a shy person, Takane wasn't sure how to fix it. It bothered him a lot but he could only apologize. His hands actually came to cradle his torso since it was out of comfort. But his heart wouldn't stop racing. I really need to settle down... if I become irritated it could be bad. Takane shivered momentarily, but if he cleaned this room he knew somehow it'd make him feel better. It seems almost like a sick pleasure....
Notes;; Sorry it took forever xDDDD Words;; 590 Tagged;; Open/Danny
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