CRASH{one}

[electrophantasm]

[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.]

Comments

S-such a lovely intro~ ;-;

[twinsnotclones.livejournal.com]

[As usual, Cervello's watching. Just watching from the top floor. Although, when you reach the entrance, she's already be there, numerous towels in hand, which, whether you like it or not, she'll be drying your hair with.]

Hello, Ghost-sama.

T..thank you. ///

[electrophantasm.livejournal.com]

[He pauses, eyes turning to study the small, pink-haired girl dabbing at his hair.]

...

[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~!

[twinsnotclones.livejournal.com]

[Being Cervello, she finishes very quickly, folds the towels and bows.]

How may I assist you, Ghost-sama?

I-it's still flattering? xD

[electrophantasm.livejournal.com]

Byakuran.

[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.]

I agree with J2~ it's wonderful

[sorriso-cielo.livejournal.com]

[ How eerily similar do you seem~ But, she disregards this feeling of deja vu. After all it would be rude to ignore a new student. One that was...completely drenched. That cannot be very healthy, especially with such frigid weather. ]

Would you like some help?

orz T..thanks. ..I.. I feel so rude tagging as Ghost. xD

[electrophantasm.livejournal.com]

[Ghost pauses, head turning slightly to study the girl and head tipping slightly to one side before he turns away again.

He's good, thanks.]

[sorriso-cielo.livejournal.com]

[ ...She'll take that as a no. ]

O-Okay, see you around then~

[electrophantasm.livejournal.com]

[He pauses at the stairs, head tipping to peer up them before he glances back towards Luce.]

... Byakuran.

[sorriso-cielo.livejournal.com]

[ Byakuran? That would explain why she felt like she saw you before. You must be family. ]

Byakuran lives on..the fifth floor, I believe.

[electrophantasm.livejournal.com]

[The pale head dips in acknowledgment before he turns back towards the stairs, making his way up them without further preamble and leaving a small trail of water in his wake.]

[erytophiliac.livejournal.com]

[Oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap]

[electrophantasm.livejournal.com]

[Why, hello, there.

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.]

[erytophiliac.livejournal.com]

[Oh fuck you saw him-

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.]

[electrophantasm.livejournal.com]

...

[Ghost's head tips to one side, and he pauses for a moment before turning and going around the other side of the pillar.]

[erytophiliac.livejournal.com]

[Skirting the opposite way around it, then.]

[electrophantasm.livejournal.com]

...

Byakuran.

[Cut it out.]

[erytophiliac.livejournal.com]

[U-Ulp. He always was a sucker for hearing you murmur his name so firmly. Peering around the pillar with a sheepish smile, he greets his brother for the first time in a while.]

H-Hi there, Ghost~! I missed you~!

[electrophantasm.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, right. He stares for a moment longer, pale lashes lowering to throw the pale irises into shadow before he advances, lifting a hand out towards his sibling slowly.]

[erytophiliac.livejournal.com]

[He lifts his identical hands slowly, stepping back defensively.]

U-Uwaahh, don't be mad at me, Ghost~ I sent you a-all those letters, right~? You know I had to do it, because it was my best chance to get Shou-chan...!

[electrophantasm.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head sharply -- he got no letters -- before he steps forwards, lowering his hand heavily onto Byakuran's head.]

..idiot.

[erytophiliac.livejournal.com]

[He flinches slightly beneath the hand, and then juts out his lip in a dramatic pout at the insult.]

Mmmn, don't be cruel, my ultra cute and handsome fratello gemello~

I would have taken you if I could.

[electrophantasm.livejournal.com]

[His eyes narrow further, hand sliding down through the wet strands and over the mirror curve of one cheek, pausing slightly.

Don't lie to him, little brother. :|]

[erytophiliac.livejournal.com]

Uwaaah, ok, ok. Maybe I wouldn't, but only because I was worried he'd end up liking the older Gesso better, ahaha~♪

[He leans into the hand intimately.
You read him so well, big brother. It's almost annoying.]

[electrophantasm.livejournal.com]

[A pale brow arches of that, his eyes drifting away briefly in a show of disinterest. He's never met your object of desire, nor has he any real interest in him for the moment.

There are more important points to be made. Finally, he returns his gaze, waiting patiently for an answer to a silent question. It's been months- surely you've achieved your goals by now.]

[erytophiliac.livejournal.com]

.....

[His eyes drift away too this time, but not because of disinterest. Because of annoyance, that dark, bubbling annoyance that Ghost of all people should be familiar with in the others eyes, even when he has that smile still plastered on.]

...There have been some....unforeseen complications.