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Kin ([info]blood_noir) wrote in [info]halcyon_halls,
@ 2008-07-23 18:49:00

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Entry tags:kin, summer

Week Fourteen: Thursday
Who: Kin and whoever
When: Just after sunset
Where: On the beach, but nowhere near the fireworks and everyone else

One cigarette, two cigarettes, three cigarettes, four!

Or it could have been the fifth one. He really wasn't trying to keep count with how much nicotine was swirling around his lungs. But whenever one finished in five-ten minutes, another was quickly lit.

With the inspiration to paint floating around somewhere, nowhere near him of course. What else could you do? Sit around and just stare out the window? Or go outside and try to be social? Well, Kin "tried" to be active in the student life, but that only ended with him walking away before he even tried to voice a little hello, how are you, and whatever could be said to start a conversation. And no, he wasn't shy or nervous. He was just someone who liked to keep to himself half the time.

Like he was doing right now, actually.

Sitting upon a hill with a guitar in both hands. Watching the ocean as he lightly plucked at the strings, not really trying to find a song to play. Smoke from that fifth, maybe sixth, cigarette danced in front of his eyes. Maybe he was playing for something. The smoke did it's own little rhythm to what he was doing, maybe to not anyone else, if they decided to stumble upon his findings.

It was a bit silly, seeing everything as a living piece of art. Though, maybe the other art students thought the same? Who knew. He'll never voice the thought, because.. They might think he was crazy for thinking that; and possibly laugh at him for it. The thought made him laugh. "We're not in high school anymore, baka." he spoke to himself, cigarette obscuring some of his speech.

His acoustic guitar was gently, very gently, placed beside him. Those long legs of his coming up for his arms to circle around them, thighs pressing against his chest just as tightly. The cigarette was finally taken from his mouth, but he took a long drag before doing so. He'll soon have to kill this one and start up a new one. Now he finally realized how many he was puffing. A long sigh escaped, as well as the smoke. For now, though, he will just bury his head against his arms and legs. Allow the cigarette to die by itself, and allow his thoughts to get swallowed by the sea.. And soon fireworks.

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[info]summerwantsit
2008-07-24 11:50 am UTC (link)
Summer liked fireworks, she just hated parties. There were too many people, emotions always ran too high, and her own were more than enough for her to have to handle right now. It was best to just avoid everyone else, which was exactly what she was doing having found a stretch of beach near enough that she could she the display but far away enough to keep her emotions her own. The last thing she needed right now was to pick up on what was going on inside some crazy, drunk, sex-crazed person's head and act on those. Her life was infinitely complicated as was.

The further she walked, however, the clearer it became that she was not the only person who had an idea such as this. The distinct scent of cigarette smoke, which you didn't need supernatural senses to recognize, mingled with the salty air of the ocean, and then there was also the soft sound of a acoustic guitar being played, no tune in particular, just random notes that seemed to echo her own mood as well as whoever it was that was playing them.

The source was quickly spotted upon a nearby hill, a hill that looked to have a perfect view of everything that was about to take place. She perhaps should have left him be considering that he was probably here alone for a reason, but one person she could handle, and it wasn't as though she planned on starting some shit with him. She was normally quite non-confrontational in spite of popular belief. Besides that, who really liked watching fireworks alone? No one she had ever known and certainly not herself. It was completely depressing, and she didn't care to be any more depressed.

The decision was made and she made her way up the hill, long legs carrying her with ease. "Mind if I have a seat?" She asked once she was near enough for him to hear. "This looks like a good spot for the show." She wouldn't be as rude as to not even ask. At least not this time she wouldn't be.

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[info]blood_noir
2008-07-24 12:22 pm UTC (link)
That's another good reason why he didn't want to hang out with the soon to be drunken students/teachers or whoever was going to be down there - reading their minds. Yes, he could control it. But if he started to drink, even being what he was, he would easily let go and know what every little thought that crossed the other's mind. Of course Kin didn't think of that. He thought of his social status more than anything else. Was that bad?

He was getting tired of holding his head, plus his neck was starting to cramp. Looking out onto the ocean seemed to be a better scenery than the darkness of his lap. It almost made him laugh, at himself. A cigarette - new one this time - was placed between his lips. The lighter came up, but something behind him made his ears perk up, like a dog sensing it's prey.

Sometimes it didn't take supernatural hearing to know someone was coming up behind you. Kin actually used it, which was a good thing, he guessed. Otherwise, he would've jumped as if a ghost scared the shit out of him.

Slowly looking over his shoulder, a shaped eyebrow arching in the girls' direction, he was about to answer her but she spoke once again. She looked somewhat familiar. Though not as if he spoke to her before. Maybe passed her in the halls? Something like that.

"Yeah, sure. Make yourself comfortable." He replied softly, that heavy Japanese accent clinging to every word, plus the cigarette adding to it. The show? He thought, looking toward the ocean once again as he folded his hand around the cigarette and lighter, finally getting that sucker lit. And that's when it dawned on him. The fireworks. "Yeah. Amazing how we're the only ones up here." Jinx yourself why don't you. Too bad there isn't any wood to knock on..

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[info]vintage_fraud
2008-07-24 01:10 pm UTC (link)
Sunset, check. Picnic basket, fully loaded. Fireworks, imminent. Dress, charming. Mood, bleak—wait, what?

Sasha sighed. Should’ve known it wasn’t going to be that easy… There just wasn’t enough frosting on campus to combat that first, brutal onslaught of homesickness. The melancholy had been considerably easier to ignore in Bangkok. Maybe it was something about the shrimp paste.

Against her better judgment she remembered last Independence Day—not the one last year, but the last one celebrated home in Boston. It was the first time they didn’t go to the Charles River fireworks. She’d been sixteen and still recovering from the collapse, sleeping badly and glaringly depressed about the alexia. Her temper was a maelstrom, everything once beloved now grating her nerves. For the first time, she shunned studying and instead locked herself in the atelier. Needless act of drama, the lock, since Josiah had the master key to everything in the house (and Kostya could pick open any of them too boot). She knew it, they knew she knew it, and maybe that’s why Tori was the only who approached the closed door. The woman was a smart bird; she seldom came without a scrumptious tidbit and good tea. Sasha’s sulking was no match against savory tomato and chive tartlettes, buttermilk cake, flaky mushroom pasties, anything with salmon. And the white chocolate Froot Loop clusters was really hitting below the belt.

If the food wasn’t enough of a tranquilizer, there was also the matter of manners; Sasha’s sense of propriety would have her chop off an arm rather than act rude in front her etiquette teacher. Trapped between politeness and palette, Sasha would slowly revert to agreeability. After Tori left the door would stay open.

Should’ve torched the room before I left, Sasha thought acidly. All those oils and canvas…yeah, it’d have lit up like the devil’s birthday cake. A real fireworks spectacular. It wasn’t a very healthy thought to nurse, but it was better than sorrow.

“I need a smoke,” she muttered. That was one of the few things gained after the coma. The feeling of craving had slowly spread from her dreams—nightmares—into waking life. She never did figure out what finally compelled to just take one of Kostya’s cigarettes and light up. The first puff had all the zest of a burnt tire, the second was agony. Sasha coughed till her lungs felt like bleeding hamburger, but she still finished the cigarette. Beginning of the end, she supposed with a thin sense of irony.

Whatever other drama planned to surface was interrupted by Dreizen suddenly dashing off. Startled, Sasha automatically ran after. She rounded a hill just in time to see the Doberman shoot towards a couple—and then suddenly freeze in position. His teeth weren’t bared, but alertness radiated through the dog’s frame. What the hell set him off like that?

“Sorry, sorry!” she called, walking briskly towards the pair. “He’s mostly harmless—Dreizen, platz—well, something like harmless—platz—he’s just a little stressed by the move and lack of squirrels to chase. Again, I am very sorry.”

Fortunately, Dizzy’s sudden flare-up subsided quickly as it arose. He was now obediently stretched out on the sand, looking complacent as a kitten.

…okay, a really big kitten.

Desperately grasping for a way to gloss over the faux pas, Sasha turned to what she knew best. “Would anybody like some cake?”

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[info]summerwantsit
2008-07-24 01:47 pm UTC (link)
Supernatural hearing would have been a good thing to have. She had to envy that every now and then. She would have been one of the ones jumping like a ghost had just come up on her. Of course, she wasn't trying to be quiet in her approach. It just so happened that walking in sand didn't make much noise. If she had thought about it sooner, she would have cleared her throat or something, but at least she hadn't startled him.

Upon being invited, she moved to take a seat nearby but not really next to him, glancing out at the ocean for a moment before she looked back over at the boy. He did look vaguely familiar, but with her tendency to be anti-social, she doubted she had spoken with him. "I think most people would prefer to be where the real action is." The food, the fun, but she didn't care for any of that. Seems that she had no appetite these days on top of everything else. That probably wasn't good considering that she had suffered from an eating disorder early on in her life. Every day was a struggle after that but she did her best with it.

"I'm Summer, by the way." Introduction might be a good thing. She offered out a hand for him to shake, as was commonplace when it came to greeting someone. "You're a student here?" Wasn't everyone? She had yet to meet what one might refer to as a "townie".

There was no time for the introduction to be reciprocated before she heard the distinct loud "woof" of a dog. There was this one thing about Summer,and that was that animals didn't like her very much. And she immediately tensed as the huge hounded bounded towards her, latching onto the guy beside her whose name she didn't even know at this point.

Shortly after the arrival of the hellhound came the arrival of a girl who stumbled over her explanation while trying to get the dog to calm down. Once he settled, Summer glanced over at Kin with eyes wide. "Sorry." She said, and removed herself from his arm. "I uhm.. dogs terrify me a little." She laughed, and then glanced up at the girl.

Cake? She was offering cake? "No thanks." Summer wasn't exactly known for her good manners.

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[info]blood_noir
2008-07-24 02:02 pm UTC (link)
If the girl sat right next to him, he'd do the only thing he was capable of.. Scooting over. Meaning: moving as far away from any contact possible. Even if it was just a brush of cloth.

Kin gave a slight nod to what she said. It was the truth, everyone would be down there. Well, not everyone. Since the two of them were sitting up here. Though someone else was about to join them. But for now, he tried to turn his attention to her. Not really looking her in the eyes, call it weird, but he liked watching their mouths. A mouth person much?

Summer? What an interesting name. He looked down, seeing her hand out stretched. The whole American way of greeting easily taking over him as he brought his hand up, about to take her hand in that weird way of shaking, but then something literally made him jump. His attention was all on Summer. Not really thinking anyone or anything would interrupt them.

Those golden eyes blinked several times, focusing on the animal before looking back to Summer, who just suddenly latched onto him as if a mouse came crawling up to him. Animals had a habit of not really liking him. Who knew why, but he didn't test the whole theory. He rather keep his throat whole and not have it in pieces with blood gushing everywhere. Such a lovely picture.

"It's okay.." he said softly, looking down and over toward something else. Moreso sand than anything else. Was he blushing? Maybe. He was trying to hide any flush that might try to appear upon his pale skin.

When hearing another voice though, he finally looked up, seeing the girl, which turned his attention back toward the animal in front of them. So, it was her's? That made some nerves within his body to relax, not even realizing he tensed up like he did. A light smile was given to Summer when the new girl mentioned cake. With her answer being a no, he had to reply with a yes. How can anyone deny free cake?

He looked back to Summer than and did a slight bow with his upper body. "The name is Kin by the way. And yes, I'm a student here." It was best to finish the introduction. Would be rude if he looked like a nobody.

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[info]vintage_fraud
2008-07-24 02:41 pm UTC (link)
What a pretty pair, Sasha decided once afforded a decent look at the two. The girl had fabulously clean features and summer coloring. European, probably northern? The boy had the most remarkable mouth line; it was almost a perfect bow.
Both looked tall even sitting down. (Of course, when you barely clear 5’ in heels everybody looked tall.)

When the blond girl briskly refused, Sasha only nodded apologetically. Courtesy restored her equilibrium. Aware of the need to charm and contrition, her composure turned smooth and warm. The composure faltered when the blonde mentioned being terrified of dogs. Of all the people out on the beach, Dizzy managed to track down someone ready to jump into a guy’s lap to escape. That was just wonderful.

“He must’ve startled you something awful, then. I can’t begin to apologize for the unpleasantness.” She looked down at the Doberman and said something quick and harsh in German. Dreizen’s ears didn’t flatten but the big animal suddenly seemed very, very eager to sink into the sand. His lowered his head onto his paws and looked up forlornly. Sasha didn’t waver. She couldn’t afford such behavior from him. Seeing that keeper was unyielding, Dreizen rose and padded over to stand behind her.

(He wasn’t happy to do it; his nose was clearly reading what the male was and it wasn’t human, it was That. Like the Bad Thing that hurt SASHA. Obedience and protectiveness warred inside his doggy mind. But in the end, he succumbed to the ultimate law: SASHA had said stay back and what SASHA said, he did.)

Satisfied that Dizzy was behaving and staying back to placate, Sasha quickly sat down and opened the picnic cooler. She poured a small measure of tea into one of the little flowery cups and offered it to the girl with a gentle voice. “It’s southern sun tea. Please, it’s good for the nerves.”

When the boy sketched a bow, Sasha realized she missed the most obvious thing about his features; he was Japanese. Automatically, she bowed when passing him a slice of flag cake.

“Dômo sumimasen. I’m Sasha.” She nodded behind her. “That’s Dreizen. And this is really not how we usually make our introductions. Especially in the middle of other people’s dates.” She shook her head, upset. “I don’t know why he got so jumpy…”

She looked at the blond girl again. “He’ll be perfectly quiet now, I promise.”

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[info]summerwantsit
2008-07-24 02:56 pm UTC (link)
The last thing that summer cared to do in front of anyone, much less a total stranger or two, was make a fool of herself. And she had done just that, jumping the way that she had. She cleared her throat and one more slid away, putting a more comfortable distance between the two. The dog looked well behaved but not at all happy about being so. She offered him a bit of a smile, though clearly she was uncomfortable still with his presence.

The tea was being presented, and though she glanced up at the girl with a bit of wariness behind her gaze, she reached out and took the cup. "Thanks." That was about as polite as Summer ever got with anyone until she got to know them. This was probably why her list of friends was few. Most people didn't bother to get past her initial impoliteness. The few that did she considered close to her heart, however.

"It's not a date." Summer chose that one comment in particular to respond to, glancing over at Kin and then back towards the glass. "Not that there would be anything wrong with it if it were." She wasn't trying to hurt his feelings. Impolite or not, she wasn't really that much of a bitch deep down inside. "Summer." She saidm and sipped the tea gingerly, making sure it wasn't spiked. " Animals don't really like me much."

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[info]blood_noir
2008-07-24 03:11 pm UTC (link)
Kin couldn't keep his eyes off the dog. The way he act was because of him, wasn't it? You'd think a thought like that would hurt his feelings, but it was just another brush to his skin. Like a pinch that your grandmother would give you thousands upon thousands of times against your cheeks, they'd be red by the end of the party. The best thing to do was turn his attention to the two girls within his comfort zone.

If Sasha was talking to him or Summer about the way her dog was acting, he couldn't tell. He was being polite and shaking his head, giving off that bright smile of his. The smile that warmed the heart of a woman; his mother always said that. Was it the truth? Happened in the past. But he used it on purpose back then. As of the recent years though, it was a rare thing. Almost like a blue moon.

When the cake was given to him, Kin couldn't help but look at it as if it was some kind of alien. A thing he was too scared to eat, since he started to poke at it lightly. Cake was a thing he loved, really. A cake such as this.. This was new. He couldn't help but chuckle lightly.

"Nice to meet you, Sasha," he replied, bowing once again. The look of surprise coming across his features. Because someone, besides himself, spoke Japanese. "Arigatô gozaimasu. For the cake." The piece of food was raised a little, and then poked at again.

He didn't really need to say his name again, did he? Sasha must have heard him. He was too busy picking at the cake and taking little bites of it. Food like this wasn't really needed for his diet but a taste here and there was a pleasure. And the cake was actually good. If she made it herself, he'd be surprised. Though choking on the food was a horrible sight. It was all because of what she said. Dating? Them?! Oh, my goodness, NO! Thank the gods Summer came to the rescue. Kin just nodded while having a hand to his chest.

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[info]vintage_fraud
2008-07-24 03:39 pm UTC (link)
“Nonsense,” Sasha said confidently. She looked at Summer with frank warmth. Simultaneously she passed Kin a napkin to help with the chocking. “I’m sure you’re a darling girl—no matter what some impotent poodles and petty fish say. They’re probably just jealous; have you ever seen a blond hamster? I mean, a really blond one. Who needs a good reputation among the furry and flea-prone?”

She stopped, fingertips over her mouth. “Oh, dear. I shouldn’t have said it like that. Because now you’re going to tell me you’re a werewolf or kitsune or such and I—oh, dear. Maybe I should stick to edibles instead of verbosity.” Wearing a self-deprecating half-smile, she made a formless motion towards the picnic basket. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like something to nibble, Summer? I’ve got something besides sweets and, well, I’m much better with food than introductions. Kin, please, you too.”

Sasha wasn’t actively trying to force food on them, but…it was what she loved: cooking, feeding, sharing the simple pleasure of a meal. There was a world of harmony inside a stewpot and sometimes that world looked a lot nicer than the one outside. Besides, Sasha made a damn fine Creole slaw.

Noticing Kin’s glance at Dreizen, Sasha looked back. No, Dizzy was still docile. “Really, he’ll be quiet. Dreizen’s usually sweet as peaches. I think it’s that he’s …adjusting to everything; he’s not used to so many unfamiliar non-humans in the same area. We only arrived the other day.”

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[info]summerwantsit
2008-07-24 03:52 pm UTC (link)
Well now, his reaction wasn't that much better than her own and she was tempted to be offended by it. But really, what was the point? She wasn't interested in him. He seemed nice enough but she wasn't interested in anyone. Well, maybe one person, possibly two, but the timing was completely off to say the least. In short, she wasn't going to take offense, at least not this time.

The girl liked to talk, that was for certain, quite the opposite of Summer who hardly ever said much at all. "Just human." She stated, and then added with a hint of sarcasm in her tone, "A gifted one, at that." Gift was putting it politely. Pain in the ass was much more like it. At least she had found herself in the company of a few relatively harmless seeming people whose emotions weren't trying to run away with her.

"I'm not really hungry." She admitted, giving a small shrug of her shoulders. "But thank you for the offer." And there were some of those manners that were very hard for her to come by. She kne how to use them, she just rarely decided to do so. But Sasha seemed sweet enough. It wouldn't hurt to be polite.

"I suppose I can relate to that." She was still adjusting even after three full weeks here.

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[info]blood_noir
2008-07-24 10:18 pm UTC (link)
Kin took the napkin politely. Only really able to nod as he wiped at his mouth, keeping the fabric there as he watched Sasha talk their ears off. Of course there was a few blinks here and there toward her way, but a smile was even given. He could almost see his Grandmother in this girl. That woman would never shut up. She would go on and on about meaningless crap. And it usually consisted of what she wanted for her Grandson and food.

After awhile he was starting to feel bad with the way he reacted. Small little glances were given to Summer. Wanting to say he was sorry, but what would it be for? He wasn't interested either. Actually, he wasn't interested in anyone within this school. Talk about asexual - even though he wasn't such a thing.

Ah, so, Summer was human. He had an itching feeling she was. Seriously, it was an itchy like feeling. Only it bothered him at the back of his neck. Which, of course, caused the man to literally scratch at his neck with his free hand.

Hearing Sasha easily distracted him from that weird feeling. "Ah, I see." He looked to the dog as he spoke, smiling at the animal as if he wasn't going to hurt anyone. Hopefully the look helped. Deep down he loved any kind of animals. His family had tons of cats and little terriers. But a big dog like that, he would never last. "He is beautiful." That was said to Sasha, amber eyes shimmering just a little.

After a few moments, right when he was going to ask for something else to snack on, the big crackles of fireworks could be heard. Kin had to turn around slightly to see them, noticing their view was actually a pretty decent one. And here he was going to completely ignore the whole thing.

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[info]vintage_fraud
2008-07-26 07:46 pm UTC (link)
The thing was, of course, that Sasha loved words. Language was sport, conversation a “game of circles” (thank you, Mr. Emerson), a means of renewable and bubbling entertainment. You could so much with words. Inspire, enrage, distract, bewilder, repel, attract—anything. Words could be a spell or an elegy, abuse or a peace treaty. A few minutes of pleasant chatter could be a prelude to war or the great love of one’s life. A single goodbye could haunt a lifetime. Words made people.

(But the best thing, in her private cynical opinion, the most wonderful, peculiar, amazing thing, about it all was the fact that people didn’t listen. Oh, they picked up the cues and signs, smelled the broad gist of the message, but still effortlessly ignored great giant chunks of what they what hearing. Sasha’s memory didn’t allow such ignorance and she was fascinated. It was remarkable. Really, absolutely, wonderfully remarkable, because it meant you could say anything—and get away with it. With the right gentile tone and a sprinkling of complex adverbs, a mouth could confess murder…and dinner conversation would sally forth towards dessert without a ripple. When Sasha considered how much of social camouflage was verbal…well, it was like offering a three-legged mouse to a cat; she couldn’t resist wordplay because she couldn’t resist a chance to play.)

Gifted human. Is that how it works around here? “I’m sure you’re a treasure,” Sasha smiled, accepting Summer’s repeated refusal with a slight nod. She accepted Kin’s praise of Dreizen with similar affability. “Yes. He is. Also, my pride and paladin.”

Behind the smile and tone, Sasha’s brain was doing the math. Summer was human, so unless her “gift” included hormonal abnormality, or a taste for peculiar perfumes, she wasn’t the reason Dreizen ignited. And however embarrassed Sasha might act or how irritated the bottom line was that she trusted Dreizen’s instincts more than her own intuition. One of the dog’s trainers was a werewolf so that scent was familiar and unlikely to aggravate. Demonic was a possibility; demons’ scent was unpredictable. But Dizzy had been trained to await specific orders unless Sasha was in immediate danger.

But there was one scent, one specific type of creature, that would evoke that sense of danger. Especially since that night…Unconsciously, Sasha’s palm pressed lightly over her stomach.

Sasha was glad when fireworks suddenly burst open in the sky. Their lurid brightness eclipsed the change in her eyes, the violet lightening. She looked at Kin’s graceful profile and blinked once slowly, like a camera shutter clicking, before raising her attention towards the sky.

“What a lovely way to burn…”

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[info]summerwantsit
2008-07-27 09:29 pm UTC (link)
Ever the conversationalist, please note the sarcasm, the fireworks were a welcome distraction to Summer. She focused her gaze upon them immediately, watching them erupt in the sky with the same feeling of sadness and awe that she always felt when she watched them. In that moment, she missed her brother deeply and wondered what he was doing, where he was, how he was spending this holiday that was so important to him now, a holiday that he fought to protect.

The entire display left her melancholy, and the urge to separate herself from everyone around her became much more prevalent.

"Thanks for the tea." She began her own dismissal. "And the company. It was nice to meet you both." She pushed herself up to her feet, eyeing the pup that was behaving well enough, her hands moving to dust off her behind. "I'll see you both around, I guess." Heading in the direction that was opposite of the school, opposite of everyone else, she departed. At least her attempt at being social hadn't been a complete and total waste.

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[info]blood_noir
2008-07-28 09:13 pm UTC (link)
Kin was off in his own little world. Watching the fireworks and allowing the girls to speak of whatever girls spoke about these days, even if it wasn't something about make-up or clothing.

The different colors combining, different circles being created in the night sky. This day wasn't really all that important to him, but it would be interesting to literally paint a scene like this. But how would you take a mental image from this day, and transfer it to canvas. Maybe a camera would work. But that would just obscure the colors of the fireworks.

His whole fantasy shattered when hearing Summer dismissing herself. Those amber eyes of his blinked several times, disoriented by everything going, which made him look like he was drunk when he suddenly stood when Summer did, giving a bow so quickly. "It was a pleasure to meet you too, Summer-san," he spoke fast, which caused his accent to slur and mostly not make sense.

Slowly he straightened himself then, standing there and not really knowing what to do. Kin was left with a Sasha and her companion - who probably still would growl at him if he tried to pet.

So yeah, the slight nervous feeling came over him again. Starting to show in his hands movements, grabbing at his shirt and tugging at the hem of it. He almost moved to sit down and grab at his guitar, but stopped himself in mid-motion. What to do? What to do?!

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[info]vintage_fraud
2008-07-30 02:45 pm UTC (link)
“Bye, Summer.” Sasha waved, then frowned in concern. “Oh, wait, it’s rather late. Maybe you shouldn’t head…back…alone…yeah, she’s gone.”

And she’s unhappy. The guess wasn’t E.S.P. or any supernatural insight on Sasha’s part; it was plain and ordinary observation. And maybe, just maybe, a touch of fellow feeling. Happiness was a difficult thing to grow around the holidays (even if people did try to heap most of the blame of Christmas). Thoughts of sympathy evaporated upon realizing that she was now alone with the vampire. Okay, maybe not the vampire, but still: vampire.

Who was fussing.

“…stop that.” Dreizen’s ears perked up at the sound—even in English the tone of reprimand was unmistakable—but it wasn’t him Sasha was addressing. Above, more fireworks flashed and colored the quiet, analyzing expression on the girl’s face. Between a flare of neon green and nuclear pink, something inside seemed to reach a decision.

Reaching out, she deftly plucked Kin’s shirttails out of his nervous hands and adjusted the fabric into place—just as a stern aunt would with an anxious child. “There, perfect. Don’t fuss, it makes you look short.”

I’m touching vampire. I am touching a vampire and fixing his clothes. It was ridiculous. It was absurd. It was…it was…it—oh, damn. It was habit and she couldn’t help it. When people fussed, Sasha fixed. Apparently the habit even applied to subjects of prime distrust and apprehension. Tomorrow she’d probably be knitting tea cozies for succubae.

Halcyon was proving a lot stranger than advertised.

“You know,” she said in clear, spotless Japanese, “I can’t imagine why I thought coming to a school full of strangers would somehow make things feel less strange. It sounds amazingly stupid aloud. I mean what in the world is this place supposed to chan—oh, hell with it. New deal.” She turned to Kin and crossed her arms, looking a little rueful. “I’m sorry for messing up whatever you and sunshine were…not doing. It was rude and awkward, and I know better but sometimes that doesn’t mean much. And I’m sorry my dog figured out what you are faster than I did and upset you. If it makes things any fairer, I’m also sorry to have left my smokes in another time zone because the sky’s on fire and you’re vampire and good God could I use a cig about now.”

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[info]blood_noir
2008-07-31 10:54 pm UTC (link)
Kin almost did the same thing the dog did, though his ears didn't perk up - his head did. Easily stopping himself from fidgeting with his shirt, but didn't let go of it. Till of course, Sasha made him let go, watching her fix his shirt like his Grandmother used to do. Ah, the memory of that woman made him smile. It probably looked like he was smiling at Sasha. Although hearing what she said made him pout, the natural pout his lip tended to make. "How does that make me short?" He asked, blinking at her. He was taller than he, he finally noticed with him standing now.

Did it really make him look short? What she said kept repeating itself within his head, fireworks exploding in the distance, and whatever she was saying as well. Wait... She was speaking again.

With a slight shake to his head, he looked to her and blinked fast. When did she turn around and cross her arms like that? And.. What was she talking about? He smiled toward her, trying to tell her he was listening, but really, he only just walked into the middle of the conversation like some kids around here liked to do. Although, he kept his mouth shut until she stopped. He was polite like that. Plus his mother taught him manners. Where were some of these manners with the students here.

Stop it. You're doing it again, he thought to himself. Act like a student around their age and not like an older brother. Or maybe father... Ugh. Remember his age made him want to gag.

OH RIGHT! She was talking!

There was a moment where he wanted to smack his forehead and say, "stupid, stupid, stupid!" over and over again. Drifting off like he does wasn't nice at all. And here he was thinking of how polite he was and how some of these kids weren't. Way to go, Kin!

"Your dog didn't upset me," he quickly said. Picking up that part of the conversation. Amber eyes upon her figure and keeping them there. Well, not really, they kept slipping toward the animal every so often. It couldn't be helped. In the corner of his eye, it looked like something was moving. Maybe it was good he didn't hear what she was talking about with him and Summer. He'd blush like a cherry and probably embarrasses himself to the point he'd literally stumble everywhere.

And speaking about cigarettes. He patted himself down before finding that pack, shaking it open and realizing he only had about two left. That made him sigh. Maybe slowing down would be a good thing , but then again, it wouldn't kill him. He held out the pack, finding the lighter as well. "Here. You can have the last two." If he whimpered out loud, would she still have taken them? Best to keep his needy feelings aside and allow someone to take these from him before he smoked them all himself.

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[info]vintage_fraud
2008-08-06 10:40 am UTC (link)
There was something…blurry about this one. Something indistinct, fuzzy, like a stray, dreamy note in an otherwise staid score. Sasha wasn’t sure if the peculiarity was unsettling or appealing…mostly because she wasn’t used to forming an opinion of a vampire. Mistrust, automatic and plain, was much more familiar.

But.

“Dreizen tends to make a strong impression on people. More of a dent, actually,” Sasha said, calmer now. The momentary outburst had bled off some tension. “I suppose poodle would be more inconspicuous, but who wants a dog other dogs think is a cult member?”

When Kin offered the cigarette, Sasha reached to accept reflexively—then froze halfway. She wasn’t supposed to “encourage” the craving; she was supposed to “acknowledge” and negate it, or so Dr. Quinn kept harping. It was mighty fine advice from a man who’d sob like a baby lamb if his Cubans numbered less then five. Was there an authority figure in her life who wasn’t a hypocrite?

Well, maybe the dentist.

Sighing, she lowered her arm into her pocket instead and pulled out a pack of gum. “Thank you, really, thanks, but the angel on my shoulder would bite off an ear. And then kick the stump, no doubt.” She gave an odd, apologetic half-shrug, wearing an opaque expression. “I’m not supposed to smoke, drink, or brawl for psychosomatic reasons. Not quite sure what reason I am supposed to smo—oh, look that one!”

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[info]blood_noir
2008-08-09 08:40 pm UTC (link)
Kin attention was directed toward the dog once again. His fingers instinctively went for his shirt, but this time, he actually felt himself doing it and stopped just as quickly. "Poodles are... really scary." he replied, eyebrows furrowing at the thought of them. They looked a lot cuter when they weren't shaved. He didn't feel like saying that out loud. What if she liked poodles shaved? Some people did.

"Ah, I see. Good thing you can actually say no. There is a lot of people out there that can't. Peer pressure and all." The cigarette that was offered was placed between his lips as he let out a soft chuckle. Laughing at things he said that wasn't really funny, was natural for him. It showed how cheerful he really was. Even though he could be a little shy here and there.

But he didn't light the stick right away. Being nice and all. He did realize, then, the fireworks have finally finished. The world around them was silent, besides the occasional laugh or loud shout from down at the beach. He'd roll his eyes and sigh at such immaturity, but doing that might cause something bad to happen. You never know.

"I think that's my time to go... I have to finish something for the art club." The lonely guitar was finally picked up, the strap going around his shoulder to allow the back of the wooden body to press against his own. He started to make his way back toward the school, but the dog, plus Sasha were in his way. How to say excuse me without the dog growling at you? "Um.. I hope to see you around. It was really nice meeting you, Sasha." A low bow was given, a bit too quickly too. And as he straightened up, his eyes were on the animal the whole time.

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