Post by Memento Mori † on Jul 5, 2012 15:07:43 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #952424; border-radius: 8px 0px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 0px 0px 10px;][STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 128px; color: #EDEDED; line-height: 30px; text-transform: uppercase;] I[/style] | [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #952424; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 40px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 28px; margin-left: -4px;]'m so much like you, restless [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝ and wreckless. I need a clue so show me a sign. I feel like making a move, real geographic, a change in mood. Let go of everything we know. You and I will ride tonight 'till the past is out of sight. We don't have to look back now. ❞ [/style] |
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #952424 8px solid;] █ “Mori-san, are you listening to me?” The voice of the student councilor quickly snapped Ryu’s contemplation away from his thoughts and back into reality. The old man let out a sigh of frustration trying to keep his patience in tact. Of course, the boy hadn’t been listening. Rubbing his temples to ease the tempting headache, the councilor’s aged eyes met with the eye-patched student’s lone optical. “Mori-san, this is your second attempt at your first year.” No duh, captain obvious. Last time he checked his class schedule, up on the top of his information slip underneath grade level, it clearly said first year. “Second chances aren’t given often. You should be grateful that Ouran allowed you back thanks to your parents’ encouragement.” More like bribing the school to keep his lazy ass in there in the first place. His parents paid a hefty sum to have him back in school repeating the first year one more time. “You need to take this opportunity to make an effort towards your studies.” It was expected that all students were suppose to give it their all in their efforts in school. The crimson haired first year allowed the elder male’s words filter out in one ear and out the other. A conforming society of up-tight, well-bred and most importantly spoiled rotten brats with too much time on their hands. The trouble with school is they always try to teach the wrong lessons. It wasn’t the academic standards that made it difficult for the boy not so enthusiastic about putting any effort in his schoolwork. It really was a boring lifestyle to try and act so perfect, sophisticated individuals. Who would one day rise up to be fancy dressed men and women off to stretch their pockets with money than they knew what to do with it all. “Mori-san, are you listening?!” the man snapped. “I heard you the first time, old-timer!” Damn, what a grouch. Honestly, it was like hearing a broken record player continuing on and on until he simply just got sick of hearing the man’s voice. Another exasperated sigh could be heard from the councilor’s lips. “This is the kind of attitude that didn’t put you on the right back the first time around.” What did this jackass know? He made it sound like Ryu was such an easy, open book to read like it was no big deal what his problems were. Like he knew exactly what he was feeling at the moment. The hell did he know? “I would advise against playing hooky this time around. Maybe even join a club, but most importantly: make some friends. Your school life would seem so much better, Mori-san. Otherwise you leave me no choice but to have you kicked out, and this time for good!” That was all the councilor had to tell the boy before kicking him out of the office. Now it was time for Ryu to be letting out a sigh out. He was starting to wonder if he’d ever manage to escape out of the crabby old coot’s sight. So now what… He thought lethargically, posture slightly slouched, hands in his pockets as he strolled through the corridors. Really just minding his own business lost in his thoughts. Wasn’t like he really cared about what the crusty old panda had to say, but he really couldn’t deny the facts that still stand. He failed horribly his first time around as a freshman, and now he was repeating the same courses over again. It wasn’t as if he made any friends during his first time around that would actually miss him now that they’ve advanced a whole another year ahead of him. “Aw shit,” he kicked himself mentally, “I forgot my bass guitar in homeroom.” Quickly, he turned around to make a quick detour over to homeroom to go grab his precious instrument. Upon attaining the case carrying that said prized item, he strapped the case across his shoulder, and the case resting against his back. He didn’t stay long in the classroom leaving out into the hallway noticing all of the club booths out advertising for members to join. First day back to school, and everyone was trying to reel in some potential members. Almost like converting infidels into dedicated monks and nuns to the propagandas they use to charm their way into the hearts of naïve suckers who want to waste their time after school with their crap. Like hell he was going to jump the bandwagon, and join any dumb club! “Yo Mori!” A hall monitor called out his name causing him to stop in his tracks. Oh great. What did he possibly do to deserve being stopped now? Speeding ticket for walking too fast in the hallways? A bored emerald orb turned its way over to the disciplinary committee member as he pointed towards Ryu’s bandana. “Nothing big, but I’m going to have to ask you to remove your bandana. You can’t have any type of large accessory on within the school building such as hats, or bandanas. Just make this easy, and take the thing off.” All the cherry-tuft male could think at the moment, was this guy fucking serious? It’s not even a distraction. He didn’t know what the world’s problem was at the moment, but people were starting to really piss him off. He’s just about had enough listening to people trying to tell him what to freakin’ do! “Sure, I’ll take it off… right after you kiss my ass!” “Fine. Have it your way then.” It was definitely going his way. Before the disciplinary member could get a good hold on the first year, Ryu gave him the slip, and started running away as fast as he could. The sound of the hall monitor’s voice echoed throughout the corridors as they gave a highway chase. Close calls were made as he attempted to doge incoming traffic of students going through the hallways. People had to be in the same area as he when he needed to make his grand escape. Then again it may have worked in his favor–for when he turned around–he noticed that the chaser had gotten caught in the crowds, and had a hard time trying to weave through them. A mischievous grin formed trying to put some more distance between them. “Where to go… where to go,” he repeated a couple of times. Music suddenly filled his ears enticing his attention straight over to an open door. Curiosity instantly took over coaxing the one-eyed redhead to enter the unfamiliar room. As soon as he passed the threshold Ryu’s gaze was greeted with what would’ve been a techie’s version of heaven. The room was completely littered with audio equipment, and computer buzzing computer monitors to make a nerd have a frenzy over. However his attention didn’t last long on what was in the room but rather who was residing within the four walls of confinement. The music was coming from a guitar being strummed in the hands of a most talented musician. Ryu finally found the source of where the music was coming from, a blonde male who appeared probably a year–if not the same age as the redhead himself–cradling the guitar as if he was about to make passionate love to it. Or at least that was the look he was getting seeing how much joy the music escaping the strings was putting in that smile the blonde wore. The song didn’t last forever until a pair of sky blue irises looked up realizing the redhead there. For a second the two boys stared at each other. Until a flash of pearly whites instantly crawled up out of the corners of the blonde’s mouth. “Benvenuto amico!” He wasn’t sure exactly what the guy had just said but he was going to assume that it was a welcome. The redhead returned the favor grinning back over to the friendly resident of the room. “Interested in what you see? Come now, my piratey friend, let me give you the viaggio of the one, the only, Audio/Visual club!” Whoa, so this was a club? That was something he didn’t expect, but before he could openly refuse at the offer he hesitated for a moment. “Where’s that killer accent from?” Ryu couldn’t help but ask. “Same place as me, Italia.” Italy? That sure was a hell of a distance in order to go to a Japanese school. He quirked his brows up whistling at the foreign air the blonde gave off. He couldn’t help himself as he continued with his questions. “What, did you jump ship to find a better life in Japan? Are you wanted by the cops?” The Italian’s grin only widened as the redhead joked around with him. Shit, this wasn’t good. Ryu was starting to like this guitarist. “I’ll tell you,” he raised a cheeky look back over to the Mori lad, “Only if you tell me whether or not that eye-patch is a fashion statement.” Touché. Both of the boys started laughing despite the fact that neither of their inquisitions was answered. Not that it really mattered in the end. He was actually enjoying himself for the first time in a long time. Over the next span of minutes turned into a full-length conversation from introducing themselves to what exactly was the functions, and purpose of the multimedia club the blonde, whom he’s learned now goes by the name Demio Neville Ferravia–otherwise known as Nevi–was running as the vice-president. Although the crimson haired youth couldn’t help but notice the blonde taking a glance over at what was behind him strapped to his back. Like he wanted to say something, just waiting for the right moment to ask, but soon enough the question was thrown out into the air. “You play?” Nevi urged eagerly. “Do I play?” he grinned. “No, sorry mate, I carry around a bass just for show. You know, chicks dig the whole badass who plays an instrument. Or at least looks like they do.” Was this what that crazy old man from the administrative office was trying to tell him? As much as he didn’t like the fact that he right, Ryu was really enjoying talking with this lively individual. From talking about the technological output of media to discussing how long they’ve been playing their own personal instruments. There was something that just… as cliché as it sounds, clicked between Nevi and he. How easy it was to laugh over smart-ass comments, and take potshots at each other without any of the parties be offended by it. Before they both knew it free period was over, and classes were about to start. Ryu didn’t even pick out a club like he was supposed to. His long emerald eye turned back over to the spicy Italian he wasted away the time with, and both of them smiled back. Soon enough, Ryu’s informational slip had written down a/v club above the lines that described which club he had joined up for the upcoming year. “You’ve converted me. I have seen the wrongs of my ways, and have been directed back to the light.” He gave a mock appreciative bow over to Nevi. It was followed by another laugh until the redhead felt the guy’s arm wrap around him, and gave him a light noogie. “Just because you put a/v on your form doesn’t mean you’re an official member yet, amico.” “Wait… what?” Nevi released, and raised a single digit up in the air. Ryu couldn’t tell what was behind that smile of his, but there wasn’t anything wrong with following along with his shenanigans. “Si! After school, come with me, there’s one more thing you have to do before you’re a/v club material.” So right after classes were done, needless to say, the eye-patched kid had to struggle to keep himself within for lack of patience, he kept his word and rendezvoused with Nevi. As to where they were going, he had no idea, seeing as he never really paid much attention to the structures of the school grounds his first time around. They didn’t travel far before their stop arrived in the midst of the physical education department. More specifically, the school’s pool that the swim team used. He was told to empty out anything from his pockets, and lay it out on the bench because of what the initiation required for them to do. A questionable brow arched up, but he reluctantly followed taking out what he had in his pockets (cell phone, mp3-player, etc) that he was pretty he didn’t want to get wet. This is what Ryu was suspecting they were going to be doing. “Welcome to your baptism to the brotherhood,” Nevi stretched out his arms as it gesturing to the grand pool. He twirled around and took a step forward, about standing on the edge of the pool. The smell of chlorine was light, but definitely fresh from the pool crew cleaning it constantly to stay in top shape for the athletes that were using it. “Now what is it that you’ve got to do, you’re probably asking in that head of yours. Well, fret not, it’s not rocket science. It’s actually easy as pie! You and I are going take a dip, fully clothed, at the count of three into the pool.” “No joke?” Ryu asked, actually rather excited. “You ready?” So both boys readied themselves. Crystal blue eyes met a single emerald orb to signal each other that both were ready, and it was time to begin the countdown. “Three...” “Two…” “ONE!” Bent knees took the leap, and the next thing he knew Ryu was drenched from top to bottom. He looked over to his side in order to see the blonde right beside him. Problem. There wasn’t a golden-locked boy right beside him! Resurfacing up to catch his breath, Ryu’s ears were filled with rolling laughter of a perfectly dried, and pranking a/v club vice president. He got punk’d! Nevi had feigned at the last minute faking a jump as he watched the eager flame-haired lad jump into the pool, and needless to say so eagerly. “You’re an ass, Nevi!” the one-eyed male scowled. He splashed as hard as he could trying to get the blonde wet, but Nev managed to back away from the chlorine filled droplets. Still laughing at Mori as if he was a cat that had just got dunked in a bathtub. As he tried to wade getting back out of the water Ryu was greeted with a hand extended out. Looking up, he was given a genuine smile this time. “Welcome to a/v club, bro.” Something about that sentence just struck a chord in him. Words that he didn’t expect to hear ever come out of anybody’s lips for some unfathomable reason. Maybe it was because he didn’t expect it that it came to be such a wonderful feeling. A sense of finding one’s place in an instant he felt something good about hanging out with Nevi. He returned the smile before grabbing the Italian’s hand. … and dragged his ass into the water![/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c356/Kai790/Lavi/lea02.png); border-radius: 5px; border: #952424 solid 10px; margin-top: -10px;] [/style] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/EPq3d.png); border-radius: 5px; border: #952424 solid 10px; margin-top: 15px;] [/style][STYLE=width: 120px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 0px 0px 10px 0px; text-align: justify;] █ TAGS Ryu Mori & Nevi Ferravia █ NOTES Don't ask what came over me. I just felt like writing a bromance one-shot of these two. I am sorry for he OOC-ness and if it seems.. yeah, out there. T_T [/style] |
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