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Post by kiara louise foxglove on Oct 8, 2010 16:23:42 GMT
Kiara almost ran out of the class after the bell rang at two o'clock. She had just had her second to last class of the day; maths, and she hated it with a burning passion. She walked quickly down the corridors to get ahead of the others who were already talking and gossiping about how 'hot' the teacher was. Sure, he had looks, but it was just wrong, to Kiara, to think a teacher was 'hot' in any way. The guys were jumping each other outside the doors and messing around like idiots, and Kiara always avoided them. She sighed aloud. She didn't want to be in with the crowds at all, she'd much rather be on her own right now, all she wanted to do was finish all her lessons, go back to her dorm, and chill out. Listen to some music, draw some stuff in her art book. It all sounded so great, but days away. This whole day had been a complete drag, first lesson was history, second was information technology, third was english, and then she had maths. Now, she had chemistry. Oh the joy.
Pushing her dark hair from her green irises, she continued to make her way to the science department in the second building. People pushed past her on their way, not really caring if she was hurt or not, not really caring about her presence at all. Kiara hated it here, sometimes. Being the new girl didn't help much either. She'd heard people saying things about her, making stuff up, all that crap, and she'd chosen to ignore it, which was probably the best thing to do. The sophomore was trying her best to remember which class was where, and in the last week, had been late to classes many times. It was so embarrassing, arriving late. Having to explain yourself in front of a huge group of people who stare at you with narrowed eyes while whispering things to the person next to them. Having to sit next to the strangers was even worse. Them people like to stare down at you like a king would to a tramp, knock you when you're writing as if you're not even there, and taking your stuff when you're not looking. Kiara had quickly learned not to try and take them back. Trying to take back the stuff you own results in a smack 'round the face or something. She had also learned, in the short space of five days, not to get too many things out of your bag during lessons, and always keep it out of reach.
What Kiara couldn't work out what why these people were so mean. It was never like this back in her old school, so why here? Why now, at the point where she had no one left to turn to? She sighed again, rolling her eyes. It had to get better than this, surely. Maybe it was just for the first week? Hopefully. She stopped for a second outside the door to her next class, thinking how to make her entrance. She wasn't late at all, in fact, she seemed to be one of the early ones. Great. This time she could try to be more confident, knowing that there weren't going to be that many people looking. Today was her first chemistry lesson, so she had to go talk to the teacher. Great. Kiara let her fringe fall over her right eye more as she opened the door and made her way to the front of the class, the teacher turned when Kiara spoke.
"Um... I'm the new girl, Kiara. It's my first lesson with you, today." Her voice was quiet, but friendly. Maybe it sounded a little fed up too, but she couldn't be sure. The teacher said nothing, and only pointed out where Kiara was to sit in the large room. Thankfully, it was at the back of the class. Currently, no one was sat there. Kiara pulled a pen from her pocket and a notepad and kept it in front of her. As she sat, she looked out of the window, to avoid eye contact with anyone who walked through the wooden door that separated the class from the corridor. Today was quite dull, for a Friday, and even over the noise, Kiara could her the tick, tick, tick of the large clock above the whiteboard at the front of the room.
"Just one more hour, and it's over." Kiara whispered to herself, "Just sixty minutes..."
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Post by kazuya riley kimura on Oct 8, 2010 17:57:23 GMT
   you know that i love you boy hot like mexico, rejoice “... sorry i’m late, miss.”
came the quiet apology from the student, who had opened the classroom door so silently that no student noticed; a well practised skill of his. five minutes into the lesson it was, the teacher had just assigned some work to the class. at the sound of his voice students looked up from either chatting, working or daydreaming to look at the new kid in the room. ignoring them and the feeling that they would start talking about him soon, the dark-haired sophomore made his way to the teacher to hand them a note explaining why he was late (and absent from both lunch and mathematics). earlier the secret celebrity had a photoshoot which he was forced to go to. he was unwilling, but if he was forced he couldn’t object. it put his education at a risk however.
after being assigned to a seat at the back and told what to do, kazuya kimura, known as ‘riley’ around the school and with the teachers and ... everyone, made his way to the back of the room and stopped himself to his assigned seat next to a dark haired girl. he lowered himself down on the chair and allowed his brown eyes to glance at the girl he was sat next to before he started on the work. chemistry was always a strongpoint of his, but so was physical education and the other sciences. music was too, as were languages and english, but he completely failed at maths. it was why he was unwilling to go to the photoshoot. riley wanted to get better at maths and usually he was there for the entertainment of the maths set rather than to actually learn... but hey, he needed to learn more. he wanted and needed an education.
“hey,” the japanese student said to the girl after a minute or two, raising his head a bit to study her face. she was... pale, not like the other students who were tanned from the california sun. she seemed to have a cheerful aura spread about her, which was currently dulled. “i’m kazuya riley kimura... just call me riley though. your name is?” he asked, tipping his head to the side in a ‘cute’ sort of way. he never found it easy to make friends but if the person seemed nice... he would try. i guess the kid is actually quite intimidated, but you wouldn’t expect it in his large group of friends... oh, i didn’t introduce myself.
i’m The Narrator. capitals! i’m narrating riley’s story, and i come in many forms... who knows, i could narrate edward cullen’s death.
speaking of edward cullen the vampire, here’s a fact about riley.
he finds blood and chocolate quite fascinating. not the book, i mean the substances. though away from the trivia... riley was waiting for his response from the black haired girl.
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Post by kiara louise foxglove on Oct 8, 2010 18:41:48 GMT
She was doodling in her notebook when she heard a new voice in the room, her dark green eyes flicked up from the little drawings to see a Japanese boy giving a note to the grumpy bitch also known as 'teacher' at the front of the class. Kiara allowed her eyes to linger on the boy for a second, but then dropped them, as in all honesty, she wasn't interested. She continued to draw a daisy until she heard the scrape of a seat beside her. She slowly closed her eyes tightly in a way that meant 'oh god, this is all I need right now' and didn't say a word. She only worked on her doodles, half listening to the teacher ramble on about metals to the class. Kiara could feel the gazes of about three people on her, which made her a little bit edgy. Her breathing lightened, so she was barely moving.
It was right at that moment when she felt the breath of the late boy on her ear as he spoke to her. He sounded kind... Like he wasn't going to call her names, or steal her stuff or embarrass her or whatever, which somewhat relaxed her. She lifted her eyes to his face and turned slightly. He wasn't bad looking at all, actually. This was the first real look she got of him. It was only a quick glance the first time. She couldn't trust him, though. He might just end up being nice to her for the first five minutes, and then making her look like an idiot in front of the whole class straight after. She wouldn't tell him anything, she decided. Just her name, and minor details. "I'm Kiara." She said quietly, shading a part of her daisy in in the process.
She moved her eyes away from Riley and her drawing at that point, and scanned the class to see who was looking at her. Some girl at the front of the room with blonde hair was smirking at her, and the boy sat next to her had his hand over his mouth, obviously trying to stop himself from laughing at her loudly. Kiara dropped her eyes once more, and decided she wouldn't look at anyone else but this Riley boy for the rest of the lesson. It sounded like a good idea. It really brought her mood down when she saw someone was laughing/talking about her. No one should have to put up with bullies like these. "Are you from Japan?" Kiara whispered to him, as the teacher rattled on and on about the same thing. Kiara was supposed to be paying attention, but after her recent life events she couldn't care less about her education, even though it was supposed to be one of the most important things to her.
And chemistry... She didn't want anything to do with this subject. How were metals and acids going to get her anywhere when she didn't even want to be a scientist? It got her angry sometimes when she thought about this. So many boring lessons she could throw away because she didn't need them... Why? Just why?
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Post by kazuya riley kimura on Oct 8, 2010 19:14:57 GMT
you know that i love you boy x hot like mexico, rejoicethere was a small pause before she answered. if she didn’t look a bit nervous about being in a classroom he would presume that she had forgotten her name – much to his quiet amusement. his chocolate brown eyes followed the girl’s pencil, watching her shade the daisy in but every so often raising his optics to the teacher, rambling on about things he already knew and drawing on the whiteboard. kiara... his eyes flickered back to her when she said her name, and he murmured, “kiara is a nice name...” he lightly drummed his fingers on the table, blinking slowly while he wrote with his right. the japanese boy was ambidextrous, however he found it much easier to write with his left hand rather than his right, but he preferred doing other things with his right... it was quite odd.
“are you from japan?”
her whisper snapped him from his absent daydreaming about music. he nodded in response before adding, “northern region. where are you from?” of course he was keeping his voice quiet. though the teacher was kind to him in fear that she would get sued or riley’s manager would come in to teach her a lesson, he knew this teacher was a bitch. in freshman year he had one of the nicer chemistry teachers but he had this one for a few supply lessons. most of the teachers knew about his famous status and while they kept it quiet they were fearful that the kid would do something to them.
hell, riley would do something to them. he had no mercy and although he seemed quite passionate... he wasn’t nice all of the time. the kid would carry out his threats without a second thought, but only if someone had really pushed him to his limits, which was surprisingly high or surprisingly low depending on various things. it was mostly how much sleep he had, and it was normal for someone to be short-tempered when they were extremely tired, but riley was even more so, but oddly he would also be extremely patient... he hadn’t figured out what made him like that. and then there was riley’s songs. you would expect a kid like him to have... well, music involving his hormones or girls or some shit, but the majority of them were quite mature or dark. and riley didn’t like girls... well, love them. he was homosexual but he didn’t want anyone to know.
though anyway, the sophomore didn’t like bullies. one bully he had fought with after seeing them bully a kid because they were ginger, they had moved schools. quite funny, actually, as all riley did was make them feel relaxed before giving them a nosebleed with a punch in the nose. heh, the japanese teenager was stronger than he looked, definitely, and used that to lull the bully into a sense of relaxation before striking them and scaring them off... the whole scene had taken place in the school corridor which was surprisingly empty. with some horrifying threats spoken, the bully had ran away begging not to be hurt and the next week, the students were told that he had moved school. right now riley had to ask himself, “am i really that scary when i’m pissed?”
but anyway, right now that girl at the front of the room was getting on his nerves. he knew her. same year, obviously, and in some of his classes. she was a complete bitch, and the boy next to her was no better. resisting the urge to walk over to them and whack their heads together, and walk back to his seat and smile sweetly at them... which was actually a cheshire grin. it was uncomfortable to see when it was directed at you.
“just ignore them... if they get on your nerves... well i’ll sort them out anyway,” he whispered quietly to kiara, pursing his lips and keeping his eyes fixed on them all the while.
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Post by kiara louise foxglove on Oct 8, 2010 21:46:18 GMT
"Thank you." Was all she said in response to his comment on her name, which meant 'dark, beautiful, poisonous flower'. She would've told him that, and complimented his name, too, if it wasn't for the silent atmosphere around them. Kiara didn't want to make it obvious she was talking, and end up getting the teacher pissed, resulting in an hour long lecture in detention or something crap like that. When the dark haired girl checked the clock, the biggest hand had barely moved past the ten. She could tell this lesson was going to pass like three years to her. So slow, so boring, so bad she wanted to get run and dash out of the classroom door to head up to her dorm and do the things she wanted to do. Music was her life, and that was actually true, because she had nothing else that meant so much to her. Without music... She wouldn't even be here right now. Music calmed her, made her see life in different ways. Music could do things to Kiara that no one or nothing else could.
She nodded when he told her what part of Japan he was originally from, even though she knew nothing about the place. "I'm from England... Northern England." She whispered back to him. She tried to listen for a while after that, but it was no use. Her eyes kept drifting back to the slow moving clock on the wall above the whiteboard Miss was drawing on. At least it seemed like she was paying attention, instead of looking down or at Riley. Thinking about him, she cast a sideways glance toward him. By the looks of it, he seemed to be buried deep in his thoughts. It was impossible to tell what a person was thinking, but Kiara guessed it was about his past. Why did she get the feeling he was thinking about his past? Because they'd just been talking about home.
Home. Where in the world was that? Is it where you are, where you were at, where you're going to be? Your favourite place? What? For Kiara, it could be here in California, Dewsbury, in England, who knows where she was going to be in the future? Home could even have been with Ethal. After the incident with her parents, Ethal was the only person she could turn to, the only person she could live with. Kiara owed Ethal a lot for what she'd done for her. The old lady passed away because of cancer just a week ago... Words could not explain how much Kiara missed her.
She snapped out of her thoughts again at the sound of Riley's voice telling her to ignore the silly bitch and the idiot prick at the front of the class. Kiara nodded, "That was the plan." She said with a smile, "But what are you going to do to them?"
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Post by kazuya riley kimura on Oct 8, 2010 22:04:35 GMT
you know that i love you boy x hot like mexico, rejoicethat explained the accent on her voice. he knew it must have been some sort of european accent but for the life of him he couldn’t remember. only now when she said she was from the north of england did he remember one of the kids in old school who spoke with an english accent, yet it was more of a... well, they had said – in fluent japanese – that it was the ‘RP’ accent of england. the stereotypical english accent, to be precise. it interested riley about how many accents there were in england alone.
what was he going to do to them? there were many things and riley raised an eyebrow as he thought. he wasn’t one who loved violence but he could think up of certainly violent ways to sort them out anyway, but then there was his speaking side. ok, so he wasn’t one who was fond of making speeches and standing up for people using his voice but hey, it was better than violence. of course when he used his voice to defend someone he started acting like a bitch bastard which sometimes drove off the victim of his words. the celebrity preferred violence – in secret – because it usually always got the point across, and it was easy to execute if you knew several types of self defence and were pretty speedy and agile and always ready to let loose his true strength.
“a few things,” he said with a small smile on his lips, tipping his head down slightly to continue writing notes while whispering, “honestly haven’t decided whether to use words or violence... i’m not totally fond of violence unless i lose my temper or something of the like, but i find it gets the point across more.” riley snapped his head up and stared at the back of the teacher for a moment, raising an eyebrow before sitting up straighter in order to attempt to see the board and continue writing notes.
“i may use blackmail or spread nasty rumours about them,” he had the power to do that, after all. the things you could do when you were a celebrity. of course it meant you would also set a bad example if someone found out and you would be more easily caught, because there was usually always some sort of paparazzi following you. paparazzi. hah, it was taken from the italian word ‘paparazzo’, which meant mosquito, and they certainly acted like mosquitoes, following the tastiest looking celebrity and taking pictures of them. it was extremely annoying but fortunately the young celebrity hadn’t caught the attention of any proper paparazzis. the only pictures he had taken of himself were just... photoshoots.
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Post by kiara louise foxglove on Oct 9, 2010 11:30:21 GMT
After she had asked the question there was a long pause, so Riley was obviously thinking up different ways to 'sort them out' as he'd put it. Kiara hoped it would be something good, though she wasn't particularly fond of violence, especially when it was coming at her, she had sometimes gone and knocked some sense into some people when she was very angry, but it did work a lot of the time. The bully would eventually back down if you kept giving them a beating, yeah, some even back down after the first hit! That's when you know that particular bully is a wimp, a coward, just trying to make themselves look big, and ending up making themselves look pathetic. Most bullies are pathetic.
Kiara tried not to be a violent person, but sometimes she hit them for the simple reason that actions speak louder than words. That, or she had lost all self control and started lashing out at the people. There was some people, though, that even on her worst days, she wouldn't hit. People like Ethal. Kiara had never touched the kind old woman in any wrong way. Ethal was the sort of person you had to be gentle around. Kiara always thought that if someone knocked into her she would shatter into a million pieces, but it turned out the old woman was stronger than she appeared to be, the only thing she could not fight was the cancer. But then again, very few people in this world could fight and beat it. Those lucky people had to be grateful to life. If they weren't... Well, Kiara felt like hitting them, too.
She was going off track, so she shook her thoughts away and looked at Riley at the exact time he answered. Blackmail and rumours. Well... It sounded okay, maybe not as good as a fist to the face, but it would do just fine. Let's just call it step one. If they don't back down after this, Riley and Kiara would have to move on to step two. "Rumours and blackmail.. Alright. What are you going to say about them? I mean, I don't have a clue. You obviously know them more than I do." She fixed her gaze at the nasty people at the front of the class, and tried to figure something out about them just by looking. Hm... They seemed to get on very well together, but what if they were more than that? What if Kiara and/or Riley said that there had been... Noises... From the girl's dorm room, and then soon after, the boy, whatever his name was, was seen leaving when he thought everyone was sleeping.
It sounded okay, but what is good enough? She turned to Riley again, "Hey, what if--" Kiara was cut off by the sound of someone else's voice at the front of the room, directed at her. A little someone named teacher. Her voice was harsh, and her words could've killed her if they could damage her at all. She'd been caught, as much as she was trying to look as if she was paying attention, she had let it slip, and now the teacher was asking her what the hell she thought she was doing. Kiara slowly closed her eyes and slid away from Riley a little, but didn't say a word. "Well?" The teacher wanted her to speak, but she had nothing to say. Kiara's eyes swept over the other students in the classroom, and just about all thirty pairs of eyes were fixed right on her. Great. This was all she needed right now.
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Post by kazuya riley kimura on Oct 10, 2010 15:06:27 GMT
you know that i love you boy x hot like mexico, rejoiceshe didn’t seem to be satisfied with his answer but it was always best to attack in secret rather than out in the open. you always gained the advantage that way. violence, well, let’s just say that was plan b if all else fails. with the question asked riley frowned a bit in thought, eyes fixed on the teacher and fakely listened to the higher authority, bored out of his mind. he knew all of this, why couldn’t he just leave? of course he did read ahead in the text books and usually always understood it. he wasn’t a kinaesthetic learner for many things, he was more of a visual and auditory learner. of course with musical instruments he was one of those people who had to try it out.
when the teacher looked at them the japanese student looked at kiara, knowing what was going to happen. kiara’s voice was cut off and riley faked a twitch of annoyance. when the eyes of the students looked towards them he let out a small sigh and stood up from his seat. “i’m sorry miss. it was my fault. i started talking to her,” he said, an apologetic look on his face as the teacher focused her eyes on him. she seemed to stare at him for a moment before saying, “detention, mister kimura, and kiara, don’t talk back to him if he speaks.” with that the teacher went back to her long-winded lectures about chemistry as riley lowered himself back on his chair, waiting a minute before he placed his hand in front of his mouth and whispered quietly to kiara, “there’s no need to thank me. i probably won’t get a detention anyway.”
ah, the privileges of being a celebrity. of course no one in this school except for the select few that liked J-Pop and the japanese goings on and were asian, and the teachers, knew about him being famous. he was intent on keeping this secret as quiet as possible, he didn’t want the students to know before he was ready. hell, he might have some fans in this school but they were so thick that they didn’t realise who he was... it would be amusing to see their drop-jaws when they found out that he was actually their favourite singer. but honestly, riley just wanted to keep his secret on the down-low for now. he didn’t really want fans to be chasing him around the corridors and around bluewater bay and the flashes of the cameras just yet. maybe soon he would tell them, but he really wanted the advice of an old friend...
“anyway...” riley kept his voice low and kept flickering his brown optics to the girl beside him, “have you got any ideas of rumours to spread so they get into trouble... and keep your voice low and don’t look at me for long.” riley could feel a cheshire grin appearing on his face.
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Post by kiara louise foxglove on Oct 20, 2010 16:32:19 GMT
Kiara couldn't feel less idiotic, just sat there like some weirdo who couldn't speak. What could she say, it was obvious she'd been caught and there was no other way around it. She could think of no excuse to get her out of this small mess. The thing she wanted to say most of all though... If she had the courage... Was 'are you stupid? You've seen what I was doing, so shoot me, I was talking while you was. Get over it.' but that... That wouldn't go down well. With a sigh, just as Kiara was about to speak, Riley rose at the side of her. The sophomore blinked in surprise, what was he doing? She wanted to protest so bad, so he wouldn't get the blame for what she'd done, but again, there was nothing she could say, the room was silent, the teacher was glaring at them as if they were dirt, and she didn't think Riley would really appreciate it if she just interrupted right there. She didn't even have the confidence to do so.
Detention. That was what he got, which he didn't deserve. If Kiara was sure about anything right now, it was that she felt like a bitch for getting him that. It wasn't until the teacher went away and carried on her long boring talk that Riley actually spoke again. Kiara shook her head. "No, really, thanks. But you didn't have to do that, I feel bad now..." He probably wouldn't get one anyway? How could he be so sure about that? She was looking straight ahead as she spoke, quiet and innocent, "Why not?" The question was simple, but she had a feeling he wouldn't tell her the answer to it. Why? Kiara didn't know. She didn't know a lot of things.
Did she have any ideas? Of course, but she didn't know what kind he wanted. She nodded, though unsure if he actually saw it. She followed his instructions of keeping quiet, and not looking at him for long. Her eyes were forward, like she daren't look away because of what happened before. Sure, it wasn't a really bad thing, what they did, but this teacher was scary as. She reminded Kiara of one of those birds, black, beady-eyed... What were they called? Crows? Ravens? Whatever. Just those creepy things.
"What kind of rumour are you thinking of, Riley?" She asked, a little smile on her lips, "I can think of a few, but what's better? Relationships? Sightings? Fake secrets? Give me an idea." When she looked to the side for a split second, she saw a grin on Riley's face that seemed kind of... Sinister, if anything. That's what it made her think anyway, maybe it was a friendly smile to him, maybe Kiara had seen so many bad things lately, everything was evil to her? Whatever it was, from Kiara point of view, it looked like he was thinking of something pretty dark...
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Post by kazuya riley kimura on Oct 20, 2010 18:59:50 GMT
you know that i love you boy
x hot like mexico, rejoice it was a simple question, but riley felt unwilling to tell kiara. after all, he couldn’t trust her yet so he didn’t know if she could keep his celebrity status a secret or would go spreading it around just to get popular, but she didn’t seem to be the type of person to do that... but looks were deceiving. judge a book by its cover, and suffer the consequences of doing that. if something looked nice it would probably break within a week, if something looked bad it would probably be trustworthy and stay ‘alive’.
he didn’t answer, only answering when kiara asked a new question. his brown eyes flickered to her and then back to the teacher, the cheshire grin thick on his face but disappearing some time after. the japanese teenager had a small fear of himself, he hated one part of his character and that was his sadistic attitude towards some things. and then sometimes he was tempted to laugh loudly about other people’s misfortune... heck, it was schadenfreude. schadenfreude meant ‘happiness at the misfortune of others’ in german, and although people didn’t want to be happy at misfortune sometimes they just had to so that they could feel great.
“i was thinking... a relationship. caught going out of the other’s room by us, at night... something along those lines,” and then i can perhaps blow up the ‘image’ and get it all over bluewater bay, just to get them back for the things they’ve done. riley thought to himself, frowning a bit but quickly returning his expression back to normal as the teacher turned her head to look back at them. all the while riley’s pen was moving on the page of a notebook, obviously scribbling notes, however not writing in english and from left to right, but instead from right to left in hiragana and katakana. well he was japanese and although he was able to write in english rather well riley found it easiest to write in his first tongue.
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Post by kiara louise foxglove on Oct 28, 2010 14:11:25 GMT
It became clear to Kiara quite quickly that Riley didn't want to answer her question for some reason. Naturally, that spiked up an interest with Kiara. What was he hiding? What was so bad that he couldn't tell her the answer to one simple question? She wasn't a nosey girl, but she was keen to find answers about this. What if Riley wasn't all he appeared to be? He could be something more, something less. By the looks of it, no one knew about this secret of his, but Kiara was going to find out, and she wasn't going to find out by being a fake person. Oh, no, she wasn't suddenly going to be overly nice, sucking up to him and being like 'oh, I want to be your best friend so I can discover your secret', no, she was going to be herself, and see if Riley, the now mysterious boy, was going to give her the answer that way. It might happen, it might not. Kiara just wanted to know what was so bad he couldn't tell her.
She dropped the subject, then. She wouldn't push him for answers, she wasn't like that. Instead, she just half focused on the teacher again, who was still rambling on about the lesson, whatever the hell it was about. Kiara had spent most of her time talking to Riley, and now, they had about twenty minutes left until last lesson was over, and they could leave this hell on earth. At the sound of Riley's voice once more, her dark green irises flicked to the side for a split second. "I had that idea, too." She agreed, quietly, "How about we say that some... Noises... Yes. Were heard from the girl's room, and about half an hour later, the guy was seen leaving, buttoning his shirt up." She paused when the teacher looked their way again.
She seemed to look in their direction for ages, just talking and talking... Who could even go on this long? She could, definitely. When she finally turned away, Kiara continued: "If you have anything to add to that, feel free to do so. It seems kinda weak at the moment, don't you think?" The clock was ticking, five minutes gone already, they had to come up with something before the bell went, or else they'd never get back at them. Kiara realised then that she didn't even know their names, turning to Riley a little, she asked, "What are they called?" She guessed they'd have those awful popular names like 'Jessica' or 'Alex', you know, bitchy names. Maybe even 'Emily' or 'Adam' or 'Jake'. Of course, not all people with these names were bitches, but it seemed most likely.
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Tags: Kazuya Riley Kimura
Lyrics: Na Na Na -- My Chemical Romance
Listening To: The Only Hope For Me Is You -- My Chemical Romance
Outfit: Click!
Notes: fail post is fail.
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Post by kazuya riley kimura on Nov 12, 2010 15:51:05 GMT
you know that i love you boy
x hot like mexico, rejoice he was quite glad that she didn’t push him for answers, although he had a faint trust in kiara, he didn’t know her too well. the fact that she didn’t try to push him almost ‘comforted’ him, making him think that he would be able to tell her easily once he got to know the other sophomore. riley breathed out a quiet sigh of relief, pushing a strand of hair out his face as his brown eyes flickered to the other side of him, an ache in his body. a pining ache.
“… agreed. i’ll have to have some time to think about it, though, and perhaps we should leave it for a week or two… oh, they’re underage, too. that makes it better…” the japanese student mused to himself as he kept writing in his notebook, wondering what the teacher would say if she saw him writing notes in his first language rather than the standard english teachers asked you to write in. would be quite amusing to see her face when she saw the characters in his notebook. probably ask him what it was, and he could just say, “notes from class.” where it could actually be lyrics to a new song…
“what are they called?”
riley hadn’t realised that he hadn’t mentioned their names. he sat up a little straighter to see the two students they were plotting against, to check if his mind was correct, before quietly answering with, “sophia and jordan.” his eyes flickered again to the seat not occupied and he breathed out an extremely slow sigh. he had managed to survive a year without his best friend ever, despite some minor pining and homesickness at the beginning of the year, so why should he starting to pine so much more now? maybe it was just the stress of his occupation that drove away any thoughts. his manager had said that now that he had settled in to bluewater bay, he wouldn’t have such a hard time…
well, with kiara as a new friend, riley thought that maybe it wouldn’t be so hard, as he had someone to try and keep his thoughts away from keitaro…
tagged,,, people
count,,, ###
lyrics,,, alejandro by lady gaga
notes,,, -
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Post by kiara louise foxglove on Nov 21, 2010 18:26:40 GMT
Kiara definitely felt comfortable around Riley. He was one of those people who gave off that feeling of friendliness, trust and calm. Those people you just get on with without even having to try. She hoped she gave off that feeling, since she didn't want to come across as some creep... Freak... Or whatever. She wanted people to know that she'd be there for them, no matter what. Kiara knew she just needed to know someone was there to catch her when she fell, to have a shoulder to cry on, and for someone to have her back. She'd do the same for anyone. She'd give anything to have friends like that, but who could she trust right now? It was obvious to her that Riley was gaining her trust with every second he was kind to her. Trust. It's a funny thing, right? It takes months, years, a lifetime to gain a person's trust, but only seconds to lose it. Why does it work that way? Just... Why? That had to be the worst question of all.
As Kiara listened to Riley, she watched him write.. Or draw? In his notebook. She had no idea what it was, or what it said, since it was in his first language, and writing right to left? How the hell...? Just staring at it got her a little frustrated. What was he writing about? Was it notes from class, notes on the ideas they were making up to kill the bully's reputations? Would he answer her question if she asked? She sighed internally, before actually asking. "So, are you writing in your first language, there?" Voice casual, always a good thing when you want to know something without seeming overly interested, "What does it say?" Kiara always thought Japanese would be one of the hardest languages to learn if you didn't grow up with it. She couldn't imagine writing like Riley, talking like Riley if he was talking to someone of the same place he was from. To her, it just seemed completely impossible.
"Sofia and Jordan, hm?" Kiara smiled a little, "Typical." She didn't know if Riley would understand what she meant by that, but he was free to ask if he wanted to, she wouldn't mind answering that. She let her eyes look up to the clock on the wall behind the teacher. Five minutes left. Time was literally flying by. She knew if she hadn't been talking to Riley, it would've gone much much slower. Last time she checked, there were twenty minutes on the clock. How long had she been staring at Riley's writing? Kiara smiled, wondering if he noticed and thought she was a creep. That was one of the things that bothered her most, looking and acting like a freak, because she wasn't, and she didn't want people to think that about her.
"... And that's all for this lesson. You can leave now." Kiara heard her chemistry teacher say. She stood up as everyone else did, and gathered her stuff. When she placed her bag on her shoulder, she waited for Riley. "What do you usually do now?" She asked, her eyes flickering to the door as fleeing students piled out of it. She smiled. It was best either to get out first, or wait 'til last. She hated getting crushed in crowds.
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Words: 557
Tags: Kazuya Riley Kimura
Lyrics: Na Na Na -- My Chemical Romance
Listening To: A Strange Device -- Emilie Autumn
Outfit: Click!
Notes: i fail. :c
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Post by kazuya riley kimura on Dec 10, 2010 20:10:00 GMT
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[th] “yes, it’s my first language,” riley murmured quietly, accidentally curling one of the symbol’s flicks a bit too much. he winced a little at the new character formed and crossed it out, repeating the same one but doing it perfectly. “i’m just taking notes, that’s all,” he answered her question, finally placing the lid back on his pen and laying it down in his pencil case. his eyes flickered to kiara when she said that sophia and jordan’s names were typical. the brunet quietly asked why she said that, following her gaze when she looked at the clock behind the teacher’s desk, almost smiling when he realised that she had spent a full fifteen minutes gazing at his writing. he was used to it, though, because he would sometimes have his manager watching him doing homework.
“and that’s all for this lesson. you can leave now.”
thank kami. riley gathered up his stuff and placed them neatly in his messenger bag after he stood up. he swung his bag onto his shoulder, looking at kiara when she asked him a perfectly innocent question. he was fine with waiting a while so that they both wouldn’t get ‘raped left, right and centre’ by crowds of people. god knew how many times riley had been around screaming fan girls and just crowded in general.
“well, i usually go hide in my room for a while and do my homework, or i just go around the shopping mall, or even the park,” he shrugged, moving past kiara to go out of the door now that they were the only ones left. “what about you? are you one of those lucky few who have a job?” riley turned his head back to the dark haired girl, grinning a little at her as he walked out of the door and into the corridor. he wished he knew her more, so that he could tell her about his job as an artist – i mean musical artist. riley watched a few people group together near a window, and he couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. he honestly wanted his best friend back…
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ooc. i think i went mind blank at the end.
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