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| Cipher | May 13 2013, 02:47 PM Post #1 |
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There was a lot of difficulty in being a timid boy amid a great crowd like the one that gathered for Ravencroft's opening Gala. Naturally, Shu Mikami had made it a point to arrive late so as to avoid any initial congregations (and to see if he could get out of going entirely, an attempt that proved futile). For some reason, probably just because it was a very difficult day and had evolved into a less than favorable evening, he felt himself being forced into the abyssal regions of despair. And where did despair lead him? Firstly, it led him to eat, where he met a young woman that seemed almost entirely insistent on being his date for the evening. This function, one of possessiveness, was one that would've normally made him slightly more upbeat but made him even more upset given the present situation. To both escape the clutches of such a girl and try to find a place to simply vent his frustrations in solitude. Which in turn led him to the roof, a calm and quiet place where he sat alone, as if waiting for someone that would never come. All in all, the cold of the evening (or at least the cold that he felt) served only to drag him down even more. The large grey suit and dress shirt he wore felt as if it was made of paper, and so on. Sighing, the student looked down at the people below as the commiserated. "I'm in despair, this gathering has left me in despair!" Naturally, anyone who'd ever seen/read Sayonara Zetsubou-Sensei would find that statement comedic, namely due to the scientist's resemblance to the titular "Mister Despair" and the statement. The closest image I could find to Shu's appearance for this thread. |
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| ArchdukePickles | May 13 2013, 03:16 PM Post #2 |
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Travis looked down both ends of the hall to make sure no one was following him. When he was sure he was in the clear; he opened the door to the stairwell leading up to the roof. After the disappointment that was the ballroom dance; the boy felt he needed to get away from everyone, maybe his paranoid train-of-thought was starting back up again. He heaved a heavy sigh as he started up the stairs; if that was the case this was likely going to be an amazing week: fleeing home as soon as he can, isolating himself inside his room, and the rest of the "perks" that came with sitting in his room, curled up like an infant, thinking the world was out to get him. He continued to ascend the stairs at a slow, uninterrupted pace. He continued to think about what awaited him up here; solitude and a nice, clear view of the fireworks are all that currently came to mind, and he did also pack himself a quick little meal that he was planning on sharing with the lucky lady who decided to share the night with him. Finally, after what seemed to be a century of ascending the small stairwell, Travis found himself standing in front of a slightly-imposing metal door, the one thing separating him from the outside and the inside. With one last hefty sigh, he pushed the door open and was instantly greeted by a slight breeze and the sight of a familiar figure, adorned in some formal grey clothing. Travis instantly tried to hide the slight tang of disappointment from the night's previous happenings with a fake smirk as he recognized the figure as his good friend, Shu Mikami. "Oh, h-hey Mikami, what are you doing up here, I thought you'd be down enjoying the party, like everyone else?" he blurted out, nearly dropping the brown-bag in his hand; it's contents still quite unknown to the young Lance. He quickly let his eyes sweep the roof-top; it appeared that the two were alone up here. Well; at least he was alone with someone he could trust, a fact he acknowledged with a quiet sigh of relief. |
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| Cipher | May 13 2013, 04:31 PM Post #3 |
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The noise generated by footsteps caused the student's head to rise from its position and gaze towards the door. Shu's eyes widened slightly in surprise when the one who entered was not the stalker-girl, but someone that he actually knew, Travis. The question he asked was met with little more than a nod of acknowledgement prior to the scientist's answer, "I..." There was no continued stutter, it was simply difficult to find the words. "I w-wanted to es-escape..." The way he spoke insinuated that said reason was only a half truth, and indeed it couldn't be more-so. Sighing, the scientist picked himself up and looked first at Travis, then the brown paper bag. Curious as to what its contents were, Shu tried to build up the courage to ask, and failed. In response to such a failure, he instead ran his fingers through his hair, and remained fixated on the bag as if it had some kind of hypnotic property about it. That was when he managed to ask another question, more on instinct than any sort of want or building of courage, "W-What ab-about y-y-you?" Clearly, his present state had influenced his stuttering quite a bit. |
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| ArchdukePickles | May 13 2013, 06:21 PM Post #4 |
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"I... I w-wanted to es-escape..." Shu replied with a nod, at least he acknowledged Travis' presence. The frail upperclassman picked himself up at this point and began to quickly scan Travis and the brown bag he was holding, focusing for a long time on the bag, a time bridging over the moment he continued to speak. "W-What ab-about y-y-you?" he asked, that stutter of his making it's presence known once again. The atmosphere was... weird, to say the least, but Travis managed to keep that fake smirk up to try and brighten the mood. "Oh; just coming up here to wallow in the sorrow of being unable to pick up ladies, mostly due to a mixture in upbeat, dance music and my leg troubles." he started, slowly and subtly hobbling his way over to Shu as he continued. "Packed a nice lunch for the lucky lady and me, whoever she was going to be. Unfortunately; as you can see, I've had no such luck." he finished, lightly smacking his lips and looking out towards the cityscape to his side as he finished. Lovely night tonight, perfect night to throw the festival on; clear skies for the most part, not too hot, not too cold. Travis turned his head back to his friend with a half-genuine smirk. "I can't even remember what exactly it was that I packed; I just grabbed some stuff from around the kitchen and threw 'em into a bag." he chuckled out, half-unrolling the bag open, only to roll it back shut and repeat the process several more times. He glanced down at the bag and back to Shu, hopping between the two about half a dozen times before speaking up. "Well; my ma' says it's a waste to not eat food, so you wanna help me eat this all? There's enough for two in here." he asked, raising the bag up in the air slightly, like he were presenting it to a court. "'Figured we were friends so at least we could chat while we're chowin' down." he said; opening the bag to see what was inside, only to be disallowed this privilege by shadows. He glanced up at the sky and silently cursed like a comedian. |
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| Cipher | May 14 2013, 02:42 PM Post #5 |
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The reasoning behind Trav's own escape served only to pull the scientist's spirits even lower. Such things were those he would've normally waved away as "just life" and been optimistic about by saying at least Travis had the courage to ask a girl (or so he thought), but that was not the case this time. The thought of going to such lengths only to turn up empty handed was simply unthinkable, it was.. Just so sad. But regardless, there were no tears, nor any smiles on the student's face as he continued eyeing the bag, if Travis had forgotten... then he must've been curious as to its contents as well, correct? With a drawn out sigh, the student looked up at the navy sky and crescent moon that hung there, illuminating the world below with the sunlight reflecting off of its surface. Once Travis offered him some of the food, Shu felt that emptiness, that sadness, disappear slightly. Nodding faintly, he turned his gaze back to Travis and the bag, adjusting his glasses with his index finger as he did so. Sighing, the student remained in his sitting, slumped position, and waited both for the meal, and for the first of conversation to pop up. |
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| ArchdukePickles | May 14 2013, 07:28 PM Post #6 |
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So, Mikami was up for some grub as well, Travis unwillingly showing his hunger with a deep growl from his gut. Travis hurriedly hobbled over to his friend, eager to get some food into his system. He plopped down next to his buddy and unrolled the bag; it's contents still under the veil of shadows. The boy then reached into the bag, slowly for fake-dramatic effect for comedy's sake, and grabbed the first thing his hand touched. Whatever he snatched up crinkled quietly in his hands; whatever it was, it was in a plastic baggie. He retracted his hand like a crane, the plastic bag in tow. Muffins; chocolate chip muffins, a promising start for what he packed. Travis eyed the sweets like a hungry beast, he had an soft spot for these things in his heart from time to time. He popped the bag open and lied it out in front of the duo; intent on setting up a buffet-like set up where each of them could grab whatever they pleased. "Dig in Mikami, I've brought more than a few muffins. Travis urged, taking a large bite out of the first muffin. Now it was Shu's move; the dark abyss that was the brown, paper bag beckoned him to take his chances and reach in. What lied inside; nobody up here had a good idea, it was a near-total mystery. Reach in Mikami, you could grab anything at this rate. (Feel free to have Shu reach into the bag and grab whatever your mind can think of, go crazy if you please.) (PS: Kind-of-short post, sorry mate, I'll try harder next time.) |
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| Cipher | May 15 2013, 03:55 PM Post #7 |
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The entirely slow nature of it all was like something of a manga, some kind of grand reveal. Or at least that was how the scientist saw it through his otaku eyes. With a short sigh, Shu watched as Travis produced a bag of muffins and, much as the other boy did, eyed them as if he was some kind of savage and/or predatory being. The reason behind it? The boy was dying for caffeine, and sugar was the closest he could get to it given the current time and place. Grabbing a muffin, the boy savored the sweet, soft texture for a moment before swallowing, and given his thanks to Travis. Well, if things like that had been randomly picked, then perhaps something else equally good (or perhaps more so) would sit in the bag. The anticipation caused all of that despair to slink back into the shadows momentarily, just as Shu uttered his thanks, "Th-Thanks!" Exhaling, the boy looked into the abyss ad immediately felt another otaku comparison running through his head. This time on the subject of those bags, like the ones in Zelda or RPGs that could store 99 of whatever item. With a smile, he placed one of his hands in the bag, felt around for a second, and this time came to something slightly cold. Of course, when he withdrew the bottle he was immediately aware of what it was and why it had been taken. Random chance and all that, right? "...Wh-...Whiskey?" Regardless, it was there and it was all they had to wash down the muffins and the remainder of the food. With a short sigh, the scientist did his best to open the bottle utilizing those pale, weak looking appendages he called hands. Upon finally managing, he placed it between himself and his friend, waiting to see who would take the first drink. In the back of his head, something was telling him that getting drunk wasn't exactly the best idea. But his conscience wasn't like other people, he could ignore it unlike he could ignore them. Sighing, he let it sit for a moment before finally taking a hearty mouthful of the liquor, feeling a slight stinging sensation as it went down as well as some blood rising to the surface of his face. It was at that point he began to speak, sans stutter, Clearly, Shu Mikami could not hold his alcohol... like, at all. Yet, it was a depressant and would serve only to worsen the condition of one such as him. However, he felt entirely fine deep down, a certain warmth that one could attest to his abnormality as a person. All in all, the phrase "I'm in despair" no longer fit the situation. (I couldn't think of anything funny or even remotely interesting for the situation, sorry.) Edited by Cipher, May 15 2013, 03:56 PM.
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| ArchdukePickles | May 15 2013, 07:59 PM Post #8 |
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Travis' jaw went ajar as he viewed Shu pull out his mother's bottle of fine whiskey. He must've grabbed it by mistake when he rushed to throw the meal together. "...Wh-...Whiskey?" Shu said, seeming rather surprised by the duo's small selection of liquid beverages. It brought a chuckle to Travis' mouth as Shu's frail, skinny hands fumbled to open the bottle and placed it between the two. It seemed Shu didn't want the first sip... -And then the boy chugged a hearty mouthful of drink from the bottle, near instantly going red at the face as a result. "I know someone who can't hold their drink like a Lance." Travis said, snatching the bottle from the boy's hand and taking an equal sip. Truth be told; Travis had only drank twice in his life previously, his mother let him have a glass of wine one time in the earlier days in Vegas, and he sneaked a sip of his mother's whiskey one time while she was out. Lances were well known for being able to hold their drink down, Bonnie's side especially. However; Travis didn't prepare himself as much as he should've for this giant gulp he just took. While not becoming the tomato-red stuttering mess Mikami had become, Travis took on his own direction of intoxication; his cheeks were a fine pink, and there was a slight slur to his voice, but only a slight one. He wasn't holding his drink down entirely, but he was faring quite well compared to his drinking buddy. "See, Mikami, Old Sport... a Lance can hold their drink!" the boy exclaimed rather loudly, forcing the bottle back into Mikami's hand. Travis' shaky hand reached for the muffins once again, taking one and bringing it to Lance's mouth. He bit into it like an apple, his eyes shifted to his side, eye balling his drinking buddy with a friendly gaze. |
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| Cipher | May 15 2013, 08:18 PM Post #9 |
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Travis' statement was distorted. Either Shu was simply "not feeling it" and was starting to relapse into depression or he was extremely inebriated by that point. Regardless, he watched as the other boy downed an equal mouthful of the drink, turned slightly pink,and told him that was how someone from his family held liquor. Regardless, the notion of being called "Old Sport" was something he smiled at, and even laughed a little at due to how he felt. As he let out his faint laughter, Shu spoke, sans stutter, his words were slurred but other than that, he lacked the usual speech impediment. "Hey, screw you man! I bet I can hold more caffeine than you! I used to drink a hundred cups a week... yup, right up until my third heart attack." The instant that statement was complete, the scientist downed several mouthfuls from the bottle that was thrust into his hands, before remembering two things. Firstly, the girl from before, and secondly, his newfound ability to speak without any sort of issues. But those thoughts were soon chased away by the haze of alcohol as he reached into the bag of muffins and took a second, also moving the whiskey with his then shaky hands as he did so. "...Trav, if this is how the night starts out think about the rest of it... IT'LL BE LEGENDARY!" That's two bad references in the span of two minutes, well... the former wasn't really so much of a reference as it was the truth but... still. Meta and all that. Shu tried to stagger to his feet, and immediately fell back down to his previous position rather clumsily. It wasn't the alcohol that time, but rather a lack of energy that came with being drunk. A lack of energy that would fade rather soon, because more ideas were coming. |
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| ArchdukePickles | May 16 2013, 05:50 PM Post #10 |
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Travis swiped the bottle away from his drinking buddy once again. He took a few more hearty sips, his face growing redder-and-redder by the gulp. He gasped for air when he removed the bottle from his lips. "Legendary indeed!" he exclaimed, louder than his previous exclamation from before. He loosened up his joints a little more, causing him to slump a little more than before. He lazily turned his head to Shu and laughed. He sat there and laughed for a few minutes, not saying a word. When this giggle-fit subsided Travis started his drunken blurting once again. "Old Sport...Ooooooooold Sport..." he said, making a circle with his mouth as he repeated his words in a long, drawn-out tone. "If you're Old Sport, then I must be Gatsby! JAAAAAAY GATSBY!" Travis yelled out, quite frankly not giving a damn for the people who could hear them down below. The Lance boy reached into the bag to see what else was in there, and when he withdrew his hand; his hand held a bagged-sandwich. He unwrapped it and took a bite into it, staring at the sky before the duo. "Mikami; what do you think when you see the stars? I try to think about which ones are really stars, and which ones are helicopters or moonlight-charged glares on a sniper's scope." Travis asked after swallowing a large bite of ham sandwich, putting his free hand on Shu's shoulder while he waved the sandwich in the direction of the sky in front of the two, leaving a large amount of crumbs on Lance's lap and upper legs. "Tell me Mikami; what. Do. You. See?" he asked once again, giving Mikami's shoulder a few dramatic pats as he spoke, his eyes locked on the horizon. |
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| Cipher | May 16 2013, 06:17 PM Post #11 |
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The giggle fit Travis had gone through was as infectious as any sort of disease, because Shu began to laugh too, though in his haze he wasn't quite sure why he was doing it other than... something funny must've popped up. Then, as Travis referenced Gatsby, the scientist seemed clueless for a moment. Of course, he hadn't bothered to read the book, neither for English or on his own time. However, even in his stupor one thing stood out: The girl below. "...Be quiet, there's this girl... and she was a little insistent on going with me..." Then, a second or so later, after some sort of epiphany had come to him... "Oh, wait a minute... Never mind!" Ordinarily, Trav's next statement would've been met with a straight answer and some concern. How many were helicopters and glare from sniper's scopes? Even someone as meek as Shu would've known that Travis was unwell, but in his stupor, he simply waved it away just as Travis had gestured to the sky. (In a metaphorical sense of flippancy, of course, not a literal action.) His response to the question of what he saw, was a very slurred reference to some video game or something like that, "I think about Spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace! Also, when I was little I thought the stars were scary. No, I'm not joking. I was a pretty stupid kid!" With that, the scientist gazed up at the stars and let out a faint sigh, had he been sober he would've likely pointed out a few constellations, but in his head, the only thing really going through his mind was "OH MY GOD THEY ARE FUCKING PRETTY." |
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| ArchdukePickles | May 18 2013, 02:29 PM Post #12 |
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"How does one... think stars are scary? Yeah, they're giant fireballs in space; but they're in space. Miiiiiiiiiillions of miles away, Old Sport." Travis explained, looking up at the majestic sky above them. Then Travis had a little coughing fit; a product of not chewing that sandwich enough. He darted his head around, looking for the whiskey bottle that he remembered was sitting in his hand. He raised it to his lips and took a long, hearty chug before moving the bottle from his lips as quickly as he had raised it. He took a few deep breaths before looking at the bottle; only a few drops left. "Sor-...Sorry Mikami, I... didn't chew my food. Travis slowly slurred out, going into a brief laughing fit afterwards. He then raised the bottle to his eye level. "Asshole Whiskey; why wasn't there enough of you for this little party of ours?" the boy said calmly, seemingly addressing the empty bottle itself before casually tossing it behind the duo, resulting in a moderately loud shattering noise. He turned his attention back to the bag and reached in and grabbed the last few items he had packed. He inspected them in his hands, 3 juicy red apples. He lightly tossed one into Shu's lap, another he placed on the ground between the two, and the last he took a strong, awkwardly angled bite out of. Despite the fact he had half-chewed apple in his mouth, the boy turned his deep-red face in the direction of his friend, and spoke to Mikami once again. "So Mikami, got any hobbies besides blowing shit up on occasion?" he asked, taking another bite of his apple after swallowing the apple mush in his mouth. |
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| Cipher | May 18 2013, 02:50 PM Post #13 |
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When Travis responded to the boy's statement about stars, Shu put his hands behind his head lazily and donned a somewhat embarrassed expression, beginning to explain why he felt that way in the first place, the lack of stutter and the nature of his words, combined with the drunken slur created an almost comic effect to the scientist's speech, "Well, it was 'cause of supernovas. I thought one day the sun was going to do that, turns out... it's true, but it won't happen for another billion years or so." He soon stopped speaking, realizing that A) he sounded entirely stupid and B) Travis was going through a coughing fit right before his eyes, but as the other male recovered, the other allowed himself to relax slightly, and even watched as the bottle shattered into several pieces behind them. He soon adjusted his glasses with a shaky hand and returned his gaze skyward, namely towards the moon. Only to immediately turn it back down when an apple was placed on his lap. With a faint yawn, the scientist quickly grabbed the red object and bit into it with a loud crunch, only to swallow and answer Trav's question about hobbies when he could do so. "Reading manga, playing video games, and listening to mus---" He stopped for a moment, let out a drunken hiccup, and continued, "---ic, mostly. You?" (OOC: Poor post is poor, but I felt pretty uninspired and forced myself to write. Sorry.) |
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| ArchdukePickles | May 19 2013, 01:13 AM Post #14 |
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Travis took a second to think about his hobbies, putting a wobbling finger to his lips in thought. "Oh: shallow rich-kid shit; skeet-shootin'... horseback-ridin', fox-huntin'... and a little bit of ballroom dancing despite the leg." he tallied off hesitantly, half due to the whiskey, half due to thought. He chuckled a little now, "I leaned on whoever my partners were constantly, them usually being the fellow shallow socialite children that my mother introduced me to through her business partners.". The boy sighed and closed his eyes, they were really clawing for a conversation at this point. Then one thing popped into the boy's scrambled, alcohol-fueled-thought-producing head; parties. "Say Mikami; how do you feel about... parties, grand extravagant ones? he asked, taking another bite out of his apple, spitting a majority of his bite to his right, away from the two. "Fuckin' apple seeds..." he silently cursed before taking a less seedy bite of the apple, tossing the core of it just as casually as he did the bottle. |
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| Cipher | May 19 2013, 03:14 AM Post #15 |
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Shu faintly nodded to himself as Travis explained his interests, though the drunken haze distorted them slightly and caused him to soon forget about them. That was, until the notion of parties was brought up. A sober version of Mikami would've shaken his head at the prospect of a room filled with people that he was expected to interact with. However, that was not the case at the present time, "Eh, I could take 'em or leave 'em." Finishing up his apple, the scientist rather lazily tossed the core up twice, caught it, and then finally got to his knees in a rather shaky fashion. It was at that time that he utilized what little strength he could manage with his frail arms, and tossed the apple over the edge of the roof. It hit the ground, and someone, with an audible sound. However, said sound was soon drawn out by a female's speech, "...An apple!? What the hell?" Naturally, the scientist recognized the voice as that of the very same girl that'd been speaking to him earlier in the night, and soon made an almost comical fall back down into a sitting position. One that was half out of a haste to hide, and half out of a drunken stagger. |
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