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Post by purezen on Sept 22, 2009 19:02:34 GMT -5
The waves had been disturbed with the massive boat that seemed to push them aside with a par. Steadily, it had made its way at cruising speed toward the distant pier that became more closer and larger along with the entire Academy that was a sight to see for the new students. Many of them already stood on deck with their mouths open and chanting their praises seeing the educational facility while others had seemed to not have their energy in it. School was school after all, and some realized that, but some also realized that school was also far in this case where it had no parents.
That was surely an upside, right?
It was noon already? The arrival was after school, a little after the bell, and enough time for some of the students to either get back to their appropriate dorms and study, or arrive at the pier to scope out the new arrivals who seemed to not even touch down on the concrete yet. It was sickening sometimes the school life; even when they were not in grade school, love and lust were a constant lingering in the most peaceful of environments. Duel Academy did seem peaceful, beautiful even through the blue eyes that observed them, just before turning a cheek and letting them go to the docking students that had one by one grouped themselves with the proper Dorm Designees that handed them a map and the keys to their dorm after asking for their name.
So shy, so reserved, of course the blue eyed student was the last one to approach the Designee who was dressed in a similar yellow uniform as he was. His eyes scanned him up and down once, already contrasting the differences between them for some reason. The inferiority complex was enough to put shame to a sport’s benched man who done absolutely nothing but sat on the sidelines. Of course the student was worse than the sidelines, it was actually the parking lot, but of course one would get the picture.
He was meek, withdrawn, his head lowered as his hands bridged one another while his voice mumbled inaudibly. The voice of the Designee raised slightly of course, most likely telling him to speak up, but of course it sounded like a roar to him and he simply assumed seeing he was too wrapped up in thought.
”X-X-Xenneth Hikari, S-sir!”
The man had went through his chart, scrolling all the way down to the very name that said “Hikari, Xenneth.” Last on the list…was this such a coincidence? The man had simply shrugged his shoulders as he was unsure about the figure at first looking over him once or twice. Pretty soon, he had given up on his thoughts at trying to take a crack at guessing the “True” gender of the figure and then handed over his keys and a map explaining that his dorm was marked off to where he would go. Nodding his head so slowly, so sluggishly that it seemed like a simple gesture and without another word, not even so much as a ”Thank You“ because of the abrupt fear he felt, he had turned away as he collected his bags once more. Nothing heavy, two wheeled suitcases that was for his benefit seeing he was not very strong to begin with,
”Do you need any help?!”
”Hey! What‘s your name?”
”No need for such a cutie like you to carry their bags.”
It was so sudden that he had gasped. One by one, his bags were no longer in his grip, but in the hands of three gentleman who surrounded him, each with similar red blazers on seeming to oppose his yellow that was slightly bigger to the point that it overlapped his palms. His eyes had seemed to slightly stray to the left shyly and his cheeks glowing red to be called cute. This was extremely embarrassing, and being called “cute” by a boy was no different seeing that it would put anyone to shame if they were to hear. His throat cleared with a swallow as he had spoken…
”N-no!” he had called to them, ”I-I-It‘s fine…r-really.” he had insisted.
The boys had shrugged their arms as they seemed to try to brush away the comment while letting their posture settle down slightly to make eye contact. It was a bit unnerving for Xenneth.
”Naw! It‘s cool! Like we said, “real“ men should help carry a girls bags.”
Xenneth’s lips twisted slightly. It seemed that his everlasting looks enchanted the wrong crowed as usual; this is what made them a curse as he found himself lowering his head and frowning as he prepared for the obvious result like it was a “second” cursed ability he had.
”Umm…b-but I‘m…a boy.”
The boys stared towards him. That awkward moment of silence. Xenneth could roll his eyes and comprehend what would happen next, but he still winced anyway from the sudden sound of his suitcases hitting the ground, the three figures giving him an evil eye and then tossing their hands up as one of ‘em bid him the day with a simple, ”See ya!”
How cruel the world was to him. At times like this, he would have someone to depend on, but of course, he had wished for this. He wished to be alone, and he had wished that he did not have to be a burden to anyone. His hands lifting in a secure way, almost regretful as he told himself in his mind repeatedly, ”It‘s okay!” he could say nothing, but just think. That dark feeling within him subsiding as he simply accepted the treatment as if it was essential to life; cruelty and darkness was essential to Xenneth’s life. He had accepted that now.
Lowering his posture as he tossed his head slightly to the right to let his hair swing from his vision and his cheek revealing the heart-shaped tatoo, he had reached his hands out dragging the suitcases to his grasp, but stopped as he frowned slightly realizing something…
”They broke it…”
His lips slightly twisting in dissatisfaction. Another “essential” to life of course. His frail little hand had scooped up the small glass shards that had poured from his suitcase. His right hand seeming to reach to slip out a piece of paper from a square frame only to stop from a jolt of his right arm and instead drew back his right middle finger. A small prick of it from the glass breaking the skin to let his blood run and drip to the ground.
Essentials, essentials…
Frowning, he had taken his other hand, carefully this time, as he slipped a single sheet from his suitcase that was a thick kind of paper. It was obviously a picture with the way he stared towards the smooth surface. His eyes had lightened from the grim expression to a more “comforted” one that was enough to show a weak smile after looking at the picture. He was smiling then, stronger than now, and that was enough to make him forgive those little “essentials” as he had slipped the picture away into his pocket as he kneeled.
With both hands, he started to rake the shards that remained on the ground into a single pile. He would certainly not leave his own junk on the pier after all; of what kind of impression would that leave for his first day here in the Academy? No more than that of the one tracked mind Slifer Red Students, if he did. That was for sure…
Grimly, silently, the sound of the clattering glass shards had gathered as he continued to kneel down upoin the pier, even while everyone else was long gone after docking from the boat. [/size] |
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Post by Leon DeHay on Sept 23, 2009 19:46:53 GMT -5
Leon sighed as he sat and watched the new students file off the boat. He was leaning back against a small slope of grass and dirt that came up from the pier, not too far away, but far enough away that unless you specifically looked over, you wouldn't notice him. He lay there, his brown hair tied back in a ponytail while his green eyes gazed out over dark sunglasses. He was wearing a simple red vest over a green shirt, along with blue jeans and boots.
After watching all that happened, he began to get up as soon as the students began to depart. He watched a small group of Slifers, and a Ra Girl. Frowning as they dropped their things and walked away, he sighed and brushed himself off. Why did people have to give his house a bad name? Growling, he slowly walked over to the girl after everyone else had gone.
"Hey...sorry about them. We're not all like that, I promise.." He crouched down near her, blinking. "You shouldn't try and move those with your hands, you'll cu-" He blinked wide as he studied her features...except it wasn't a her. It wasn't a him. "-cut your hands. What'd they break?" It was slightly unsettling to find out it was a him, not a her, but he barely cared. He wasn't exactly the most masculine guy around. [/color] |
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Post by purezen on Sept 23, 2009 21:50:48 GMT -5
“Hmm…”
A muse of his lips as he simply frowned while staring towards the ground where he had thus collected the shards and long disposed of them. All was left was to close his bag with a simple movement of his fingers and finally closing it. His eyes going to his wound on his index finger that started to once again drip small remnants of blood. It was becoming quite bothersome. He simply raveled his index around his suit case’s handle and stood up as he lowered his head with his luggage in front of his lap.
“A…magic trick?”
He was not very obliged to see what the young woman had to offer, however, it was the least he could do considering he had stopped by and aided Xenneth in packing up his items. His eyes that had strayed away had slowly lifted finally fully revealing themselves to the young man. They had a sapphire sort of tint. No one would mistake that glimmer they held as long as he lived. The trademark within them was a lingering sadness that seemed to settle itself in almost permanently. One could possible ask what did it do to find itself there in the first place.
He had let his eyes digress every once and again shyly to the path of to the Ra Yellow Dorm and from the stranger, but he was quite courteous. He had awaited for the man to perform his trick so he could thus make the minor conversation that would be appropriate and leave. He was becoming more an annoyance now that a savior. Some people just could not see that beyond all the bothersome people he had to put up with and had to take chances with, he just wanted to be left alone so he would not have to put up with that pain.
People…were truly disappointing. |
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Post by Leon DeHay on Sept 23, 2009 22:11:53 GMT -5
"No problem. I'd..show you to your dorm, but you're a bit higher up than me. I'm stuck with those losers that you ever-so-kindly met." He frowned and stood back up, running a hand through his hair. This kid was looking so depressed, and it was getting him down. Thinking for a moment, he blinked, then produced an orange from inside his vest, giving it a quick glare, as if staring down an enemy. "Hey, wanna see a magic trick?" He simply smiled and pulled out another orange from his vest, holding three in total. He began juggling the first two, then pulled out the third, juggling them with ease.
Being a street magician had its uses. Good money, fame, everything you could get by dueling, but for less and with less skill. However, Leon did cheat, and used shadow magic to banish oranges. He continued juggling, waiting til it got enough of the kid's attention. [/color] |
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Post by purezen on Sept 23, 2009 22:48:44 GMT -5
(Damn it all! I wrote over my last post! T_T) “Hmm…”
A muse of his lips as he simply frowned while staring towards the ground where he had thus collected the shards and long disposed of them. All was left was to close his bag with a simple movement of his fingers and finally closing it. His eyes going to his wound on his index finger that started to once again drip small remnants of blood. It was becoming quite bothersome. He simply raveled his index around his suit case’s handle and stood up as he lowered his head with his luggage in front of his lap.
“A…magic trick?”
He was not very obliged to see what the young woman had to offer, however, it was the least he could do considering he had stopped by and aided Xenneth in packing up his items. His eyes that had strayed away had slowly lifted finally fully revealing themselves to the young man. They had a sapphire sort of tint. No one would mistake that glimmer they held as long as he lived. The trademark within them was a lingering sadness that seemed to settle itself in almost permanently. One could possible ask what did it do to find itself there in the first place.
He had let his eyes digress every once and again shyly to the path of to the Ra Yellow Dorm and from the stranger, but he was quite courteous. He had awaited for the man to perform his trick so he could thus make the minor conversation that would be appropriate and leave. He was becoming more an annoyance now that a savior. Some people just could not see that beyond all the bothersome people he had to put up with and had to take chances with, he just wanted to be left alone so he would not have to put up with that pain.
People…were truly disappointing. |
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Post by Leon DeHay on Sept 23, 2009 23:03:38 GMT -5
(He's just trying to be nice, Xenxen..gawsh.)
Now that he had his attention, for the most part at least, Leon grinned. Now for something that no magic trick could ever explain. As he juggled, he watched his hated nemesis, the orange for a few seconds, before grinning and launching them all into a straight line, high in the air. As they soared into the sky, he watched carefully, then raised his hand. As they began to fall back down, he simply smiled as two of them just disappeared with a small plop! and a small reddish-purple puff of smoke. He simply grinned and caught the last of them in his hand behind his back, bowing and presenting it to the other student.
"You ever need someone to talk to, I hold a street show every day downtown. Now eat your fruit, you don't want to get scurvy." He flipped the orange in the air for the kid, not waiting for him to catch it before he simply walked past him, shoving his hands in his pockets, swaying slightly in his walk... |
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Post by purezen on Sept 24, 2009 6:04:11 GMT -5
(Xenneth is just very sad and mistrusting right now. T_T) “Oh!”
Xenneth’s eyes had fooled him, but that was enough to make an impression. He had ever seen few magic tricks, because at a time, he begun to not believe in it anymore. Maybe a long time ago, he would have clapped and smiled and merry, honestly, he may have been suppressing the feeling right now, but how could he have a strong “feeling” for what he thought of which was now mediocre? Surely though, he knew why he thought that, but still wouldn’t admit to it, he was just trying to keep himself from having some strong bond with this person by biased chance.
He could feel himself giving a powerful slap upside the head in his mind thinking like so. Between that and the young man tossing the ball where Xenneth would have to catch, he done so by letting go of his hold on the bags quickly and catching object that was thrown fumbling it once or twice between his hands before getting a definite grip on the single ball. He liked the color and texture even though he had a preference over brighter colors such as yellow or a beautiful pink which were mostly preferred colors by clowns.
Good thing he knew by looking at this ball that his boy was no “clown.”
He had let his head drop slightly, staring towards the ball as he stroked it with a thumb. He was a nice guy, maybe on the surface, deep down Xenneth unknowing did not know anything about it, but was that not what taking chances with people all about? Pondering it, just like for that moment pondering his cousin and aunties reasons for being so nice, he could possibly feel some relativity seeing that their intentions were hidden deep down as well.
In the end, they were all trying to be nice.
“Umm…X-Xenneth…” he had called out as he whipped his body around. His eyes had fallen upon the single ball that he held as he nervously pressed it with his opposing thumbs, “…I-I mean…X-Xenneth Hikari. I-It‘s my name.” he had stuttered nervously as he stood there upon the docks. Part of him asking “what the hell was he thinking,” and the other part was telling him that he was doing right by the boy’s kindness. Well, all save one thing that should have been long said.
“…a-and…t-thank you very much.”
His last call towards the young man being considerate and sincere. He remembered writing in his journal that he would probably making friends, but even so, it seemed more “difficult” than he thought. Not from their end, but honestly on his own will that seemed to hold him back. [/size] |
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Post by Leon DeHay on Sept 24, 2009 8:06:09 GMT -5
Leon blinked. Well, it seems he'd at least gotten through to him a little. He chuckled and turned, stopping for the moment. He watched Xenneth for a second, before taking off his glasses and staring at him with his bright green eyes. After a few seconds, he laughed quietly and gave his own. "DeHay. Leon DeHay. Course, most people around here know me as Rockin' Rhapsados, the Street Magician." He folded his arms against his chest, slightly proud of the title.
(Ahhh short post. Gotta go to school. T___T) |
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Post by purezen on Sept 24, 2009 10:55:01 GMT -5
(It's no problem.) “I-I see…”
Well, not really, but Xenneth did not want to disappoint the man. Sure he was a street magician, but the title seemed over exaggerated. It was kind of funny, and if anyone would have read his mind, they would clearly know the small smile was more of an amusement than a pleasantry that even Xenneth was not ever aware of. That point was least important seeing overall, he wanted to be more pleasant towards the young man who offered his services. Bowing his head respectfully, he had placed his left hand on his lap, his right covering that one to not let the dry blood do any staining to his clothing.
“W-well..t-thank you again for your help. I-I should get to my dorm and unpack. The trip was quite long.”
His hands had went to his luggage, wincing he seemed to close his right eye corresponding to the very hand that was pained by the sharp glass a moment ago. It was quite painful to lift with that very finger. Maybe a small fragment of glass had wedged itself into his finger after all. If so, he would have to reach in and get it out later using some of his tools within his bag. A Nurse could be without their equipment, and he was only fortunate that he was always ready for the most delicate situation whether it was blisters, scrapes, or gashes that presented themselves upon the flesh.
However, the pain alone was his to bear. Simply lift his luggage while using a face that was a façade to act as if he was struggling to drag along rather than to display his obvious paining from his open wound, he had continued his effort to get along the path while enduring the sharp prick that wrung throughout his right index, and soon turning his hand red as if it was enduring some sort of pressure; pressure that the young nurse was applying to lessen the bleeding of course. [/size] |
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Post by Leon DeHay on Sept 24, 2009 13:59:01 GMT -5
(Thread too short :3)
Leon turned to walk away again, but after a few steps looked over his shoulder at the kid. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. This kid was definitely in need of some kind of help. He walked back quietly, hands still in his pocket as he looked down at Xenneth, eyebrows raised. "Yo...you sure you don't need help with that? I mean..." He sighed and ran his hand through his hair again in exasperation."..if you showed up at your Ra Dorm with me helping you, you might get treated worse for being with a Slifer..." He just frowned and shoved his hand back in his pocket. It did look like Xenneth needed help though... [/color] |
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Post by purezen on Sept 24, 2009 15:48:17 GMT -5
(OMG, Leon! You killed the thread! Very wrong point to make!XD) “Umm…I-I see. I-In that case, I’ll go to the dorms alone then.”
The thought of what the magician had said made Xenneth shiver. So it was “that” kind of Academy? He did not expect people to be so biased because of affiliation and class. Xenenth in his own opinion thought he might as well be drenched in the color red for his blazer seeing that he was no “ace” duelist. He had talent for working with patients in his medical field, and he knew knowledge of card effects that revolved around healing and life points, but when it came to dueling, he was a crack shot, and by “crack” in his case, he broke to pieces like he was made out of glass. KaibaCorp made a big mistake putting their hope in him with some kind of scholarship.
He had turned away from the young man, his hand that was hidden, his pain, he would have to bare it knowing the young man assisting him would only cause more trouble than he needed right now. His eyes drifted to the left slightly as he caught the boy in view. It was like a forbidden acquaintance. The colors of their uniforms had separated them from a possible neutral friendship, but that was alright. It was not like Xenneth was not good with them anyway. His mouth hung open slightly as he was hesitant to give a proper reply as usual.
“W-well then…I-I guess I’ll see you…outside of my dorm then.” he had stated, clearly taking this young man’s advice to heart while being pleasant. He was a nice kid, but he was just too shy, too afraid. The “What ifs” that would excite one in this world was his biggest fear making him cringe. He was not sure of the future, and the past only bound him to his insecurities and were tighter around his heart to the point what he could not see within the first five seconds of his anticipation would making him turn away. All humans could at least predict what would happen within that short range of time, but saddened, burdened by so many surprises, Xenneth was blind to this small strand of time.
“Umm…I-It was nice meeting you, Mr. Dehay.” he said formally before turning to the path and walking towards his dorm with a staggering pain to his motion, and body language giving no sign of his suffering. It was just as unseen as his heart constantly shaded by a dense cloud of despair. (Well, at least you can sign off as sentence “Acquaintance” in plot dots. =3) |
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Post by Leon DeHay on Sept 24, 2009 15:57:07 GMT -5
(Haha alright. Coo. Not "Forbidden Friend?" XD)
Ah well. Someone else to know at the academy. Leon had gotten as close as he could, and he'd confirmed there were no Shadow Duelists getting off the boat. To his abilities, at least. Another day of keeping watch over the academy, done. Leon watched the kid climb the long road up to the academy, and shrugged. He'd done all he could, or was allowed to anyway. He turned and walked sideways along the line of the land and the ocean, whistling quietly as he stuck his hands in his pockets once more, after waving to the student. [/color] |
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