and all you punks back home. [riley]

[timothy shane brooks]

low cut, see-through
shirts that make ya whoo-whoo! - - -

The whirring of cars zipping past me, a lonely pedestrian walking parallel to them on the pavement, was the only other thing I could hear beside the music blasting from my iPod, the headphones clasped over my ears. The air chilled my hands and face, and any other skin that was showing, so I pulled the sleeves of my sweater over my hands, making it appear as though my arms ended in stumps. I pushed the metal button that operated the traffic lights for pedestrians, staring up at the big red hand, mentally urging it to let me cross. I folded my arms across my chest. Probably should have dressed warmer, I thought.

I heard the "ding" before I saw the sign, and stepped out onto the white-striped crosswalk that harbored puddles. One sneaker-clad foot made a splash into a puddle. "Shit," I murmered, but kept walking across as the sign counted down from ten. I could feel the water seeping through the canvas and denim, into my socks and slowly climbing upwards, to my knee. Great. Ahead of me, I saw various signs that caught my attention, jutting out with bright colors and some lit up. The cinema's sign sparked an idea.

Gliding around the people clumped near the movie posters, deciding on the movie, I glanced up at the sign. None of the movies I had ever seen, but it was kinda obvious what most of them were about just from looking at the titles. Glancing at another sign, I checked the times. Just my luck, one was starting in about twenty minutes. I pulled out my wallet, and rested my elbows on the counter, ordering one ticket. I felt.. lame, going to a movie by myself. But it wasn't like I had any friends to call up and invite to a movie. I could bring James, but.. it would seem like a date. And it made me kind of nerveous, which was a really stupid because we've been dating for almost a year.

I pulled out my cell phone, rubbing my thumb over the keypad, looking down at the picture of Jamie and his bass.

[tags] kazuya riley kimura.
[words] 358.
[lyrics] 'starstrukk' - 3oh!3
[notes] ... sorry that took so long. >_>
[outfit] this.

[kazuya riley kimura]

▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ [th]“arigato.” he murmured quietly, bowing to the cinema’s manager before quickly ducking out of the room, closing the door gently behind him. the brunet breathed out slowly, glad that the manager had given him and his manager permission to hold a photoshoot here in one of the screens. he brushed down his clothes, lowering the zip of his jacket then buttoning it around the middle, revealing part of his white tshirt and his waist line. he then pulled down the sleeves and hooked his thumbs in the loops of his jeans, walking forward slowly to go downstairs. kazuya riley kimura walked down the stairs slowly, hearing the gentle, soft click of his inch heeled boots as he went down them, then dull even more once he reached the carpet. the sophomore hummed lightly the tune of a new song he was producing – down in tokyo. he was fond of that song he was producing, though it wasn’t his favourite. well, perhaps it was, but the brunet found that he was fonder of the completed version of ‘road trip to oblivion’. when he opened the door that led into the first room, his ears were greeted with a quietened version of one of his songs already out. he smiled a little, staying still for a moment, listening to the words of beginning of GLAMOROUS SKY. it was the english vocals, so not his first language, although he was fluent in english. riley’s voice, to him, sounded extremely different to how he heard himself. when he listened to himself speaking, he thought he heard a darker tone to his voice, though sometimes it was a completely calm, soft tone. it was odd, how you heard yourself, but how others heard you differently. riley passed by the ticket booth, flashing a small grin at the employee in the booth and selling tickets to a group of college-aged people, and receiving a smile back before they went back to sorting the group out. the japanese male skirted past a trio of girls trying to decide a movie, sliding outside; however, he almost bumped into someone as soon as he got outside. riley was an agile person, so he managed to hop to the side to prevent himself from actually bumping into them. from a diagonal position, he noticed that they were staring at their phone, and as his brown eyes travelled upwards he noticed the face, the hair, and basically the person. timothy shane brooks, a teenager in his year at school. riley blinked a few times before lightly patting him on the shoulder, gently, but hard enough for him to feel. “timmy?” he said calmly, tipping his head to the side with a look on his face reminiscent of oerba dia vanille from final fantasy xiii, though with a smile instead of a grin. riley knew the sophomore. timothy was in some of his classes, but he wasn’t really close to him. they had knowledge of each other, but didn’t really hang out together. ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,350,true][bg=white]