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Oct. 19th, 2010 03:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[The day is a dreary one - October settling into the air with a chill that cuts down to bones and the distant rumbling of a storm coming. Lighting has just begun flashing in the bellies of swollen, near black clouds as a sleek, shining ebony car rolls to a stop in front of the dorms - a scuttle of people rushing to move expensive leather suit cases from the trunk and up the stairs, gone from sight before the driver has managed to crack open the back door, pulling it open just in time to let a pale figure slip from within.
He murmurs, bowing his head to what would be a familiar sight to most among the student body - tall and nearly pure white, dressed in a pressed uniform (though the jacket is open and the shirt untucked, tie loose), a strange mark under.. the wrong eye, and the white hair is long and slithering over shoulders and down the straight back.
The stranger with a familiar face glances up, and thunder rumbles, the skies opening up in a downpour of cold rain that plasters slightly wavy hair straight to white cheeks and turns thin fabric clingy and see-through. He ignores the proffered umbrella, the purple eyes instead turning to the central doors and padding towards them, unsmiling lips curving down further at the corners.]
[OoC: Sorry for the nonsense, rambly, drama post. But I needed to intro him.]
He murmurs, bowing his head to what would be a familiar sight to most among the student body - tall and nearly pure white, dressed in a pressed uniform (though the jacket is open and the shirt untucked, tie loose), a strange mark under.. the wrong eye, and the white hair is long and slithering over shoulders and down the straight back.
The stranger with a familiar face glances up, and thunder rumbles, the skies opening up in a downpour of cold rain that plasters slightly wavy hair straight to white cheeks and turns thin fabric clingy and see-through. He ignores the proffered umbrella, the purple eyes instead turning to the central doors and padding towards them, unsmiling lips curving down further at the corners.]
[OoC: Sorry for the nonsense, rambly, drama post. But I needed to intro him.]
S-such a lovely intro~ ;-;
Date: 2010-10-19 08:42 pm (UTC)Hello, Ghost-sama.
T..thank you. ///
Date: 2010-10-19 08:46 pm (UTC)...
[He doesn't thank her, but the strange, pale eyes close and he stills - waiting for her to finish.]
NO NEED TO THANK ME, CAUSE IT'S TRUUUUUUE~!
Date: 2010-10-19 08:51 pm (UTC)How may I assist you, Ghost-sama?
I-it's still flattering? xD
Date: 2010-10-19 08:54 pm (UTC)[The name is a low, soft murmur - but no less a command than if he had snapped it at her.
Pale fingers reach, plucking at the buttons of his shirt to undo them, unknotting his tie with a deft motion and sliding both off of his shoulders with the uniform jacket over them.]
:{D
Date: 2010-10-20 06:08 am (UTC)May I escort you, Ghost-sama?
[I-is he getting naked? Oh, well~ Cervello doesn't mind, she's seen worse things. But, being a good girl, she'll fold your clothes for you.]
This way, please.
What is that I don't even---
Date: 2010-10-20 06:32 pm (UTC)It's my epic!smile.... with a moustache.
From:I see. xDD
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From:I agree with J2~ it's wonderful
Date: 2010-10-20 01:27 am (UTC)Would you like some help?
orz T..thanks. ..I.. I feel so rude tagging as Ghost. xD
Date: 2010-10-20 01:29 am (UTC)He's good, thanks.]
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Date: 2010-10-20 01:38 am (UTC)O-Okay, see you around then~
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Date: 2010-10-20 01:41 am (UTC)... Byakuran.
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Date: 2010-10-20 01:51 am (UTC)Byakuran lives on..the fifth floor, I believe.
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Date: 2010-10-20 01:53 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-10-20 02:04 am (UTC)Ghost's head turns, and there is a brief flash of something through those normally blank eyes. He simply stares for a long moment before he moves - stalking across the room with renewed purpose. Right. Toward. You.]
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Date: 2010-10-20 02:10 am (UTC)he's-
well. He's not going to run away from his cutest most precious adorable brother. But he's going skirt around behind one of the school's pillars, trying to avoid him.]
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Date: 2010-10-20 02:12 am (UTC)[Ghost's head tips to one side, and he pauses for a moment before turning and going around the other side of the pillar.]
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Date: 2010-10-20 02:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-20 02:13 am (UTC)Byakuran.
[Cut it out.]
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From:That's your fault. :| Avoiding him and all.
From:cuz he's a SELFISH WHORE :T
From:SAYS YOU. :T
From:So says Shou, actually. HE SAID IT HIMSELF.
From:To appease Spanner. :T YOU don't get to call him that.
From:Dirty, dirty boy.
From:No. :|
From:Just wanted to build a harem, he did.
From:..you got him pinned.
From:Ayup.
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From:CRASHING A PARTY - I mean, OHAI~!
From:OSHI RIGHT AS I GO TO BED
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From:OTL sorry for the long tag, <s>but I blame you for tempting me</s>
Date: 2010-10-21 03:58 am (UTC)No, not could be; you are his twin.
Siel himself was simply watching the rain from the steps of the school, shielded only by his own umbrella-- he had been thinking of running through it for once, simply to see what it felt like.. ..but that would lead to getting his clothes further drenched than it already was from the stray droplets that would not be shielded by the black synthetic fiber of the primitive contraption in his hand. His other hand had left his side to pry the door open, allowing some of the rain to fall onto the already-cold, slippery floor.
He had heard that there was a new student today; you must be him. ]
Buongiorno, signore! [ Due to the rain, he has to call out, but hopefully you can hear him. ]
It's fiiiine~
Date: 2010-10-21 10:19 pm (UTC)...
..Buongiorno. [The greeting is low and smooth as he passes the shorter figure, eyes closing slowly as the word rolls from his tongue in a familiar, almost comforting, feeling.]
google translate ftw /dies
Date: 2010-10-21 10:52 pm (UTC)Ahahahaaa, iGoogle.
Date: 2010-10-21 11:11 pm (UTC)...
why yes
Date: 2010-10-29 10:10 am (UTC)Molto piacere. My name is Rasiel, and I am a second year. I trust you know where your room is, si, signore, ah, .. Gesso?
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Date: 2010-10-29 11:41 pm (UTC)Ghost.
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