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Hey, everyone~! So, I had to remake Shiki after I was pretty much locked out from my original account, threadseason, for good. I’ve been moving my stuff from over on that account to here and following everyone I used to RP with on there in case they come back! It’s a new beginning, everyone, and I hope to get along with you all~!
D O W N T I M E • C L O S E D
[♫] Miyashita Park was crowded per usual. Even if Neku was opposed to crowds and people as a whole, he couldn’t deny there was an appeal to people watching, and hell, what better did he have to do? He’d been burnt out on graffiti for a solid hour now, taking the bus from the West Exit to the nearest pit stop located adjacent to the park; the neighboring parts of Shibuya held no interest for him as far as shopping and site-seeing went. He’d seen it all a thousand times over, and today, he just wanted to kick back and observe.
As a sea of people scurried along, he noted discrete things about the strangers — their baggy clothes, their muted expressions, how annoying their voices sounded when they spoke. It only took a matter of minutes for Neku to remember why he hated masses and why he never left home without his personal mute button, in latent terms, his headphones. With haste, he stretched them up over his head, around the circumference, pressing them snug to his ears as he pulled his music player from his shorts. He flipped through his music selection with a particular song in mind, something that spoke to him when he needed soft undertones to his usual alternative/grunge playlist.
The bold, distinct sound of Gackt blared all around him.
❝Atemonaku hitori samayoi aruki tsuduketa あてもなく一人 さまよい歩き続けた.❞
❝Kasukana toiki wo tada shiroku somete かすかな吐息を ただ白く染めて.❞
❝Wake mo naku namida ga koboreta 理由もなく 涙がこぼれた.❞
Ima mo aishite iru. He wouldn’t dare sing it out loud, but repeating the line within the seclusion of his own thoughts was acceptable. A small smile flickered along the span of his lips. Shiki. I wonder how she’s doing. He hadn’t contacted her in two days, and Shiki being a girl and all, she made him promise that it was solely his responsibility to reach out to her. He wasn’t sure if it was her way of trying to get him to poke out of his shell, or if she was just insistent that he do the gentlemanly thing and initiate basically everything. Irritating, to say the least, but he obliged nevertheless. Between being caught up in improving his wild-style graffiti, creating stencils of his own, and having surprise run-ins with RG Reapers, contacting her had slipped through the cracks.
He buried his hand in his other pocket, retrieving his phone and scrolling to her name. There was a brief pause before his thumb pushed on the ‘send message’ widget, not missing a single beat as he transitioned into a short, but comical greeting. He hoped that she’d reply relatively soon, soon enough to join him within the hour.
From: Sakuraba Neku - Hey, Stalker. If you promise not to make a scene about my clothes, you can keep me company at Miyashita park. Are you in or are you out?
{ ℐen visitors arrived at the white room
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♒ ‒ Her eyes scanned around to what was the remains of the Castle, decimated by battles that formed between the Organization and the Hero‒ a result of her actions, for and against. Marble here and there crushed created a striking contrast of it's starch white form. She ran a hand on the surface of it, feeling the rough surface.
This, this was the devastation made by her power; her small frame shook‒ knowing that she was slowly becoming afraid of her own being.
A sharp sound echoes reached her ears and brought her quickly out of her own thoughts to hide behind some rumble big enough to conceal her in. "W-Who's there?" She called, holding the marble as if it provided her protection, for who knew it could be one of the Organization members looking for the young blonde.
Fιʀst Tιмe's A Cнaʀm.
The silveret craned his neck upwards to look at the colorful array of Christmas-like lamps that tangled Traverse Town’s rooftops. He blinked up at the mixture of red, green, and blue, and wondered if they had been there the first time he had ever stepped foot in this lulling town. Though, from the looks of it, the place didn’t seem to have changed much, judging by the same street lamps that set the pathways aglow, and the same dark night sky that illuminated all infinite number of worlds that lay out of reach.
A vexed sigh escaped his lips as he turned to look down at what was now the newly built (or perhaps illusory) Fourth District. He wouldn't have to be in such a situation, scoping out a silent town with too uncanny a setting if he hadn't been separated from Sora. But, of course, fate or other had decided to make things difficult and had managed to split the two from one another. The boy's train of thought was soon severed as he heard the drifting sounds of slow footsteps from behind. -- Was she falling behind again?
Expression souring, the bewildered boy turned around to look at his new acquaintance. Despite his rather icy exit, the girl had persisted that she follow him and work together; hence, he was forced to drag along a rambunctious redhead all around with him for fear of having her get into more trouble. Figured.
Riku stopped abruptly, letting his soles skid to a stop. "You could pick up the pace, you know," he said, giving her a sideways glance. "I mean, you care about finding this...'partner' of yours, right?"
ooc; OHHH, OHHH, B-DAY GIRL!!! ;DDD Ahaha happy birthday Knoll. <333 Hope you're having an awesome evening, this day is yours! -hands you huge birthday cake-
ooc; UwwwaaAAAHHhhHH thank you, Sheekster~ Guuurl I love you so much and I'm honestly so glad to have met you!! Thanks for the wonderful wishes, and YUMMM CAKE!! -nom noms- <33
✎, ☯, ♪ // Hope I'm not late! ;w;/
✎: For two confessions from my muse to yours.
"I honestly thought we would never have anything in common. The first time I met you, you were so stingy, so emotional, so talkative, so whiny, and just an all around nuisance. But when you opened up to me, I...realized that we're alike in more ways than one. We were both looking for someone that was important to us. We both had our regrets, things that we were ashamed of. And we wanted to fix them, to make them right. And it was at that point that I realized...you really weren't a bad girl at all. And that I was completely wrong about you."
"You're...a really great girl. And I'm lucky to have you as a friend. Though I may remind you of Neku, and you might remind me of Kairi at times, I want you to know that you're you, and that I could never think of you as anybody else but you. I don't care what you say, but you'll always be important to me. In my life -- forever. So thank you."
☯: For something that keeps my muse calm in a moment of weakness.
"Flitting my eyes...away? I don't know, I'm thinking about this in the context of when either Kairi or Selphie -- or both -- are ganging up on me and yelling at my face. Sometimes, it's just better to look away when you face a girls's wrath. It makes it...easier..."
♪: For my muse's theme song.
Another theme song would be SR-71's "Goodbye," found here~!
"Ah, welcome back. I hope you're well?" // -petpetsfaisuuu-
"Thanks, Shiki. And I'm doing fine, thanks for asking. Much than I was before, at least, heh. I...hope you're doing well too...?"
//whispers 'welcome back Mama Light' and then floats away// u v u
ooc; Thank you. c:
