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Post by Saiyuki Takafumi on Apr 19, 2011 20:05:10 GMT -5
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If you do not hope
then you will not find what is beyond your hopes.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sai flipped a page in his book. He loved this. The quietness, and no one bothering him. That was a bonus considering all of his panic attacks. After the events that had happened in the past few days, he really needed to de-stress, and his way of taking stress off of him was reading, especially if it was a good book. He always got into his books when he read them. It was like he was in the book himself, as one of the characters, just watching everything that was happening. He loved it so much. Sometimes he got so into it that people had to either yell his name three times or had to literally take the book from his hands. His favorite book, which he was reading, was Where The Red Fern Grows. It was definitely a classic. It always made him cry at the end. He was a sucker for a classic sob story. Especially one that involved animals. He loved all animals with a passion. He was one himself. His power allowed him to shift into a full wolf, and he loved it. At first, he had hated it. But now, it was second nature to him. He really didn’t use it that often, only when he was really bored and decided to go hunting. Even then he never caught anything. He loved animals, so he never hunted for food. That was the part of his human side that he liked. He had enough self control to not kill anything that moved. At least he could say that for himself. For others? Not so much. He continued reading his book. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - WORDS: 274 |
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Post by Pierre Antoine Giroux on Apr 19, 2011 20:22:42 GMT -5
I’m told that people like to call us dreamers
Because we won’t ever stop until we’ve done all we can do
There are so many things I haven’t seen
So I’ll look ’till I just can’t look no more
Er. Um. School.
Well, of course he knew that, this being a school, he was expected to learn, but he hadn't quite realized how rigorous some of the teachers' curriculum could be. Within the past week, he had found himself with at least five hours worth of weekend homework- a Literature essay on a iconic twentieth century author due Monday, a Art History research project on graffiti due Wednesday, and a Music Theory composition in the Basque style composed and ready to preform by Friday. Dear Lord.
Worst of all, he had to supply sources. PRINT sources.
So, he had set out for the library, stuffing all the relevant papers into his overcrowded briefcase, along with a handful of pens and a few sheets of notebook paper. Oh, and a clipboard. You never know when you could need a clipboard. He went, he saw, and he checked out about four books per project, not realizing that he only needed two sources cited for each project, and had sat down to work.
But, for a library, it sure was pretty loud. He packed up and headed down the hall to the student lounge, which was almost always empty, in his memory.
When he walked in, expecting no-one, he found a pleasant surprise.
"Hey, kid," he called to his quiet, sensitive roommate Sai, who was already there, reading. He plopped down next to him, setting his stuff on the floor. "How's life?"
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Post by Saiyuki Takafumi on Apr 19, 2011 20:34:12 GMT -5
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If you do not hope
then you will not find what is beyond your hopes.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sai hadn’t noticed the man when he walked in, even when he was shuffling around with all of his stuff. He was too into his book, as usual when he was reading a good book, and a classic as well. He finished a sentence and looked up to see his cute roommate Pierre next to him. He blushed and put his bookmark in, and then closed the book. God he was such a nerd. “Oh. Um, hi…Um, nothing much…Just reading a book…” He held up his book, being completely obvious. Why was he such a dork when around his cute roommate? Sai was bi, so he found both sexes to be attractive. He especially found this senior to be adorable. He looked away, trying to hide his blush. “So, um…what are you doing down here?” Not many people came down to the Student Lounge. That’s why Sai liked it down here. He always had panic attacks when he was around a lot of people. Pierre had seen it happen, and it was not pretty. But for some reason he felt safe with Pierre. Maybe because he was crushing on him, but Sai shook his head. He didn’t want to admit that he had a crush on the senior. He was afraid that it would be too good to be true. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - WORDS: 220 |
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Post by Pierre Antoine Giroux on Apr 20, 2011 15:18:17 GMT -5
I’m told that people like to call us dreamers
Because we won’t ever stop until we’ve done all we can do
There are so many things I haven’t seen
So I’ll look ’till I just can’t look no more
God, the kid was adorable. He would have made some sort of puppy comparison had it been anyone else, but... well, er. The kid had licked him while in the form of a wolf. No more dog comparisons for Saiyuki. Ever. But he was so very cute.
He took the hardcover title from the Japanese boy, examining it. "Where the Red Fern Grows. Hm, I don't think I've read that book before." He handed it back to Sai, gently laying it in his palms, before pulling out his Music Theory assignment as way of explaining himself. "Homework. Loads of homework and a crapload of hosers yapping away in the library." As an after thought, he added, "And you can probably guess what my desk looks like from the state of my briefcase." He grinned lopsidedly, balancing his clipboard on one knee and Basquing in Melody on the other.
"But I have all week to do this, eh? I'd much rather know what your book is about." And it was true- every time he found himself with his roommate (aside from the morning rush to class the three juniors and himself went through in their shared room- then it was all about stuffing a piece of toast into the mouth and having all your homework and running out the door and did not lend itself to conversations of any sort) he was oddly interested in what he was doing, what he liked, and other things like that. It was an odd feeling, but kinda nice, too. "I assume it's about a place where red ferns grow, but that's all I've got."
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Post by Saiyuki Takafumi on Apr 20, 2011 18:38:58 GMT -5
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If you do not hope
then you will not find what is beyond your hopes.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sai smiled and then fiddled with his hands as he let the cute senior look at his book. It was a very good book, and Sai loved it. “Well, it’s very good. Y-You should read it some time.” He was still stuttering! Why the hell did he have to be so nervous around cute guys who he eventually got a crush on? He didn’t understand it at all. He wished that he knew what was going on with his feelings. He felt the book pressed back into his hands, and he took a firm grip on it. He then frowned at the man. Homework? Sounded like hell to Sai. He hated homework with a passion, unless it was his favorite subject, which just happened to be what Pierre pulled out. Or at least, a version of it. He smiled at the man. “W-Well, I’m sure you’ll get through it.” He would pray for the man for some help on his homework. He smiled even wider when he saw the music homework that Pierre had pulled out. “O-Oh, music? I love music.” Sai had been playing the flute since he was in grade school. He was very good at it, or so he was told. He thought that he was horrible at it. He then looked at his book when Pierre told him what he thought it was about. When he had voiced his opinion, Sai smiled. Most people assumed that about this book. But the story was completely different. “A-Actually no. It’s about a boy who wants two blood hounds, and t-then finally gets them, and their adventures together. T-That’s all I’ll tell you. I don’t want t-to spoil it for you.” He smiled at the man, trying not to blush. He was still stuttering, and it was frustrating him. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - WORDS: 300 |
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Post by Pierre Antoine Giroux on Apr 21, 2011 19:02:50 GMT -5
I’m told that people like to call us dreamers
Because we won’t ever stop until we’ve done all we can do
There are so many things I haven’t seen
So I’ll look ’till I just can’t look no more
"Bloodhounds, eh?" Pierre raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Sounds like a fun book- a bit like Anne of Green Gables, only with dogs instead of an annoying redhead girl. But better." But it was doubtful that the kid knew what the book in question was about- despite being a classic, it was not well-read anymore. The only reason Pierre had read it was because his sister made him.
Oh yeah, Sai played flute, didn't he? It would make sense for him to like music. "Yeah- it's for Music Theory. A minimum two instrument piece in the Basque style. It's going to be fun, but a pain to compose, since we aren't allowed to use piano and I only know how to play oboe and piano." Wait. Hold. On. Five. Seconds. Sai played flute, right?
"Hey, would you help me with this if I put in a flute part?"
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Post by Saiyuki Takafumi on Apr 21, 2011 19:25:59 GMT -5
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If you do not hope
then you will not find what is beyond your hopes.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sai heard the man say the title. Anne of Green Gables. He liked that book too. It was a classic as well, but not as good as the one he had in his hands. He wanted Pierre to read this book, but he wanted to finish it first, even if he had already read it several times. He always finished a book before lending it to others, no matter what. Why he did that, he didn’t know, but it was one of those OCD things. He didn’t know why he did it, and sometimes he didn’t even know that he was doing it. It didn’t really occur to him that he did it. He just did it. Sai frowned when Pierre asked him about the flute part. Sai was honored. He played his flute every day, but he didn’t think he was that good. He looked at Pierre, a bit shocked and flattered, and then blushed and looked away. He then looked back at the man, smiling and nodded. “S-Sure I guess…I-I am not good at it though…” Why the hell was he still stuttering?! He wanted to punch something, but he didn’t want to scare the man that he had a crush on, so he just sat there, looking at his book. He didn’t know what else to say. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - WORDS: Here |
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Post by Pierre Antoine Giroux on Apr 30, 2011 11:11:13 GMT -5
I’m told that people like to call us dreamers
Because we won’t ever stop until we’ve done all we can do
There are so many things I haven’t seen
So I’ll look ’till I just can’t look no more
He grinned! "Thanks so much!" HE had always wanted to compose something for flute, but he had little knowledge on how to play the instrument, and Pierre composed mostly by ear. So. Yay for opportunities!
But wait. The last bit of his little roommate's statement reached his ears. "Of course you aren't!" he exclaimed, though he had never heard the kid play. "If you were bad, you would have quit by now. That's what the non-musically inclined do- they quit. And you haven't quit yet, so you must be good!" He doesn't know where this little pep talk came from, but as long as it cheers up Sai, he doesn't care.
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