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electrophantasm) wrote2010-10-19 03:14 pm
electrophantasm) wrote2010-10-19 03:14 pm
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CRASH{one}
[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.]
:|
One shoulder rises in an idle shrug, and he turns to pad towards the entrance.]
Maids.
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[And they are going to totally soak the school's carpet.]
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Byakuran's Shou-chan?
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A-Ahh...that would be.....
[His eyes are wide, cheeks reddening.]
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[Would be what.]
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Aah, but. Shou-chan isn't mine yet. Unfortunately, he's....
[He pauses, trying to figure it out himself without damaging his ego.]
....yet to become aware of my appeal.
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Replaced?
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Mm, he's been scooped up by a....rival. An interesting rival, one I underestimated....
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..underestimated...
[It was a strange word to hear from Byakuran, but his brother sounded almost amused by it. It was always kind of funny, when things went awry in their father's plans, and it was even funnier when it happened to his own sibling. His lips twist slightly upward at one corner before he shrugs again, instead busying himself tugging at his tie and the buttons on the white shirt to remove the water logged fabric.]
CRASHING A PARTY - I mean, OHAI~!
Byakuran-sama should not concern himself that; everything shall work out the way he wishes.
Ah... I heard your Brother was attending this school.
Good Afternoom, Ghost-sama.
OSHI RIGHT AS I GO TO BED
Ah~? Cervello-chan~?
You're so quick~ he just arrived today~!
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Yes, Byakuran-sama.
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[Creepy!Smirk]
I know.
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[Ghost stops, glancing at the pink haired girl blankly for a moment before he turns back towards his destination.
Crazy bitches talking to Byakuran, nothing new.]
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Mmm, my brother's very...delicate, so please treat him kindly, Cervello-chan, ok~♫
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Of course, Byakuran-sama.
Ghost-sama is a very precious person...
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[Slow.]