//FOR ART || XAVIER SMITH & MALLORY WATKINS\\
Oh the things I do for art.
When: Sunday, January 19th, 2014; 6:15 pm
When Xavier had finally fallen and his life had gone with him, Rox checked the corpse with a grin. This was true beauty, not those old clothes he had dawned on himself. He looked down at his camera and the shots he had taken with eagerness in his visage. "Fookin' realism right there, that's what that is." His head was on a swivel as he rose from the floor and dipped out of there before the broader boy could catch him, both as celestial beings. Roxas then entered a room where he knew a girl was staying, keeping to herself all alone. As he approached her he saw another standing in his way. The boy rolled his eyes.
"Seriously Cocks? First May, then the Kings, now you?" Rox's lips turned up to a smile, but his eyes didn't follow in the gesture, "You're charred about this girl, Blakey, got a crush?" The boy in front of him looked over his shoulder at Mallory, then turned back. "That's not the point. Did Father put everyone up to something?" Rox shrugged with a smirk, "Your skin is itchin' to do something right now, ya? Practically screamin' it, your eyes, but you're too scared, huh?" Blake's pupils removed themselves from staring upon the other as he let out a sigh. The little pup was frightened. How cute. Rox lifted his hand and patted the boy on the shoulder. "She's smoke- that's not right, smokin', that's it- she's smoking', by the way." He pushed by, unscrewing the top of the canister and throwing the rest of the liquid on the girl and her books. After, he let the lighter drop from his hands, setting her up in flames. He raised his camera and snapped a couple last minute shots. "I'm risin' Blakey," He called back, "like the artist I am."
[Para clue: Rox was always second best, try his sentences] [+1 Spirit to page]
