open starter
location: the track
time: sometime mid week
The feeling on campus had been pretty tense since Halloween, and Midterms were not helping anybody. Diego had tried studying in the library, and that was a bust. In the commons, terrible idea. On the quad, no go. Even his dorm room just wasn't working out currently. So, he gave up for the time being instead tossing on a tank top, and a pair of jersey shorts heading out to the outdoor track to run for a while in attempts to clear his mind, hoping the cold air would help a little bit. He was on his sixth time around when he spotted a familiar figure nearby. "Hey," he said as he slowed to a stop, giving them a greeting nod, "you out here to get in a run, too? Or just to watch?"
——— ✘ ❝ Watch, ❞ Riz spoke up from their perch on the bleachers, holding their camera slightly away from their face. Photographing running bodies was similar to dogs or horses: everything was in the timing. Sure, Riz could take several frames and hope one of the bunch was what they wanted, but it was practice for catching that one elusive movement. Every few metres their lens had captured Diego striding forward.
❝ There's only one reason to run and I don't hear any sirens. ❞
who: open starter
when: tuesday evening, november 8th
where: outdoor tennis courts
What Sassa was sure would be a complete surprise to Milo, she had decided to stay late after practice, brushing off her partner so she could work on her serve in privacy, frustrated with how she had been playing recently. Even though she didn’t prioritize tennis, she still wanted to be good at it. If not the best. Though without Greer around, and Milo as her partner, that title suddenly felt a lot more attainable, a realization that had Sassa putting more and more pressure on herself.
Which only resulted in her serve getting more and more fucked.
As demonstrated, Sassa missing yet another shot. An irritated groan left her lips as she stomped to grab another ball, bouncing it a few times to try again, only for it to land exactly where the last one had. “God dammit,” Sassa snapped, whipping her racquet halfway across the court as she let out a frustrated yell. A huff of an exhale left her lips, Sassa glaring across the net for a moment before she turned to go grab her racquet, taking one step when she realized there was someone watching from the entrance to the courts, her eyes widening as she blinked a few times, embarrassment rising with the realization that her tantrum had been witnessed. “Were you looking for someone?” she called, casually picking her racquet up and holding it with both hands behind her back. Perhaps if she hid the evidence, she could pretend it never happened.
——— ✘ This was not the first Sassa Shit Fit he had witnessed. Their doomed relationship had been full of them, for one reason or another. He couldn't blame her this time. There was more power behind throwing her racket than there had been in the serve. Riz stepped out from the dim entrance to the courts, dressed in a bulky drawstring hoodie emblazoned with Ogden's name and shield. A black scarf shrouded his neck. He couldn't remember how either had ended up in his closet but the New Hampshire winter was beginning to bite. Any warm layer would do. He shook his head in response and finally spoke.
❝ A seat and a smoke. It's normally empty here by now. ❞
——— ✘ Photography wasn't the hardest major at Ogden. As pretentious as they could be about the art form, Riz wasn't fool enough to equate their coursework to the STEM crowd. A large chunk of every years mark was focused around their exhibits, being a practical vocation after all, so it had left the junior with some time on his hands every semester. What wasn't spent on making short films was dedicated to taking a philosophy class. Riz figured if they were going to attend this elite, high brow school, they may as well make use of it. Midterm over, he was on his way out of the classroom and back to the dorms when a pencil rolled against his shoe. He picked it up and sped forward to the person in front of him within the stream of people leaving the exam. Riz tapped them on the shoulder.
That is what I have always understood to be the essence of anarchism: the conviction that the burden of proof has to be placed on authority, and that it should be dismantled if that burden cannot be met.
{ EVAN MOCK, 21, BIGENDER, THEY/HE } Is that ARISTOTLE 'RIZ' MILLER? A JUNIOR originally from PŪPŪKEA, O'AHU / THE BRONX, NEW YORK, they decided to come to Ogden College to study PHOTOGRAPHY. They’re THE QUIET ANARCHIST on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.
----------CHARACTER STATS
BIRTHDAY first of february, 2001
ZODIAC aquarius
THREE POSITIVE TRAITSS observant, steadfast, artistic
THREE NEGATIVE TRAITS pessimistic, reticent, wistful
THREE SKILLS long-distance candid photos, natural hand at calligraphy, adept at digital manhunts (aka stalking)
----------ADDITIONAL INFO
GREER Riz only knew Greer from a distance, a friend of a fortunate friend: the subject of not-so-hushed whispers as she floated past the public school not far from her own. That all changed when they started at the same college. Riz became assimilated as part of her entourage, even if only as a background character. The new popular clique lived it up on campus while he documented their exploits. Always there, encouraging, a witness mostly missing from the proof.
HOW THEY EMBODY THEIR CHARACTER TROPE Riz has always kept to themselves, allowing others to make assumptions about their silence. It's not due to a lack of personality — far from it. The very few who have had the opportunity to get to know them understand it comes from a place of fundamental distrust. They were taught most people in the world are selfish and so keep their cards close to their chest. When questioned, Riz is absolute in his convictions that society needs to be torn down and started fresh. He believes there's no way out of the intergenerational trauma but to destroy the inheritance left behind.
EXTRACURRICULARS none
----------CONNECTIONS
★ @ollieinoue— riz and ollie attended the same high school in the bronx. the pair took computer science together and had a casual friendship, limited to the classroom. they didn't truly connect until attending ogden and finding themselves in the same popular social sphere.
★ @defavorise— riz and sloane met at ogden and quickly began making short films together. she's one of the closest friends they have, although he harbours a secret longterm crush on the younger morrison. riz if far too invested in seeming detached to do or say anything about it.
★ @sassa-fiske— riz and sassa had an ill-fated relationship last year. based purely on physical lust, neither considered the fact they were highly incompatible as a couple. sassa needed so much more from a partner than riz could ever give her. she wanted attention, he wanted distraction. she craved a grand romance, he craved for her to shut the fuck up.
★ @mari-zuko— riz and mari have slowly got to know each other since starting at ogden while floating around the same parties and meetups. with both of them being on the quieter side of things, they have inevitably ended up chilling out in a
kitchen away from the action more than once. there's a level of trust between them and riz finds themselves protective of her.
★ @isabellafm— riz likes to take photographs of bella. she's a muse of theirs. what started off as a quid pro quo aquaintanceship grew into a friendship. one thing led to another, one session got particularly cosy, and before either really thought about it they had sex. this has continued, casually, and they enjoy spending time together in relative silence: riz flicking through new prints and bella reading. he's trying to teach her how to uncomplicate her life.
★ @jessehart— riz thinks jesse is an idiot but in the best way. if anyone's going to pull a smile from their cold expression, as pained as it would be, it's jesse. riz enjoys coming up with zanier and zanier ideas to dare jesse with so he can photograph it.
★ @aceofportsmouth— riz has been suspicious of booker since the second or third time they met. he's never been great at trusting people on face value and, with booker having a gloried reputation, they're patiently waiting for something terrible about the guy to be revealed.
★ @pi-mimi-for-hire— riz will occasionally let mimi shuffle through his archive of ogden shots, to aid with her various theories. he doesn't neccessarily believe the trail of breadcrumbs the amateur investigator is following will lead to anything concrete but he will take on the odd job or two. on mimi's instructions, he'll tail a student for a weekend, photographing whatever they're upto.
★ @aletheapierce— riz didn't expect to like alethea. in fact, they anticipated hating anyone even a little like her. they are a ballet loving swiftie and riz is an arty sad boi with a lot of pretension. but they do. they like alethea a lot, bordering on love. it's a case of opposites attract and while it's strange to everybody, their friendship is charming.
★ @leakywright— riz and leaky spend a few private hours together every week, listening to new releases and having a jam. riz is very shy about playing the piano in front of anyone but leaky now. when they talk, it's about real emotional shit they don't really process through with anyone else.
★ @bvwie— riz listens to bowie's radio show every week. being deep into films, they call in regularly, usually to set the cat among the pidgeons and remind bowie they should be talking about things that matter. it annoys riz that bowie is constantly trying on new personas and it probably annoys bowie that riz is so stiff about it all.
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