A BLANK CANVAS

04 June 2009 @ 02:05 pm

[The audible sound of an almost violent shock, followed by a quiet grunt. No show of pain; just the softest sigh - a breath really. Silence.]

...Is it supposed to hurt? Heh.

[Rustling, obvious movement though it's difficult to judge where to. And a tired, metallic groan afterward, weight distributed against something. Probably not safe. Thus begins a repetitive, slow creak. Rocking.]

I don't think--

[Only a pause, his breathing overshadowed by the noise in the background. Words barely audible at this point and nothing else.]

Home wouldn't be any better.

[ooc: Grown men + rusty swings, slides, etc. do not mix. Honest.]

Current Mood:

restless

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16 May 2009 @ 02:41 pm

Thirty-One.

This is--

~~I can't think.~~

( [To Riku||Locked] )

...Annoying. Go away.

[ooc: 4th wall is go. Strikes hackable. Beware. He might bite today. ♥]

Current Mood:

annoyed

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06 May 2009 @ 10:55 pm

Thirty. [Video]

[At first, there's only gray static, objects and anything else in view distorted. Slowly, the image comes in: slightly blurry, focused out, and upside down. Movement in the background, a body can be seen sitting with its back to the wall - or the ceiling, as it appears at first - and head down. Messy blond hair, long limbs. Soubi's easily recognized, and he doesn't bother moving for several minutes. In fact, it's quite some time before he even manages to move. Lethargic, almost listless. He raises his head, lips moving.

There is no sound.

And the silence continues but for the soft smack of Soubi's palm slapping the ground as he finally shifts onto hands and knees. Crawling. The screen is jarred, going black for a moment, and then, its picture is clear and right-side up. Though at a slightly odd angle, Soubi's face is in view. His eyes are slightly red - moreso from being rubbed repeatedly than from tears - and mouth open as if he's going to speak. Yet, he turns his head away, clearly distracted by something, and the visual begins to shake from the tremor of Soubi's unseen hands. He says something -- too quiet for the device to pick up.

It falls to the ground shortly after, disrupted from its feed once again until it's stabilized.

Soubi can be seen - this time, from a horizontal perspective - stumbling, tripping, half crawling towards a door. A closet. Shutting himself inside with a hard slam. The feed continues on for another few seconds and disconnects on its own.]

[ooc: Finally off that silent hiatus and following the pattern. Comment log open to Kio and/or Yurio ~~if he ever gets out of that other closet~~.]

Current Mood:

blank

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18 April 2009 @ 10:49 pm

Twenty-Nine.

...

( To Ritsuka||Hackable )

( To Riku||Hackable )

I didn't want this.

Current Mood:

listless

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17 April 2009 @ 01:28 am

Twenty-Eight.

...

It's better than nothing.

( Public||Locked from Ritsuka )

--cigarette?

[ooc: It's better not to ask. Smokes galore and that weird duster of his. ~~Yurio might want to hide his bed for fear of ashes. ♥~~]

Current Mood:

contemplative

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06 April 2009 @ 06:29 pm

Twenty-Seven.

--that was annoying. ~~I suppose it's~~

Ah. I'm going out ~~again~~.

...

Do you need anything?

[ooc: Blame Kio. Strikes hackable. That vague 'you' is pretty vague ~]

Current Mood:

calm

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20 March 2009 @ 10:39 pm

Twenty-Six.

This is--

( To Yurio||Locked from Kio )

Mm. Spring, is it? And the flowers...

( To Charles||Hackable )

~~A useless thought.~~ Ah, Kio. I wanted to--

Thank you.

[ooc: Watch him try to be more in depth. All strikes hackable ~]

Current Mood:

calm

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16 March 2009 @ 03:20 pm

Twenty-five.

( To Ritsuka||Private )

~~I miss~~

Heh. What is there to complain about now? ♥

[ooc: Work has killed what was left of my brain, orz. All strikes hackable. Is that a rhetorical question? Er, probably not.]

Current Mood:

anxious

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01 March 2009 @ 05:46 pm

Twenty-Four. [Voice, Japanese]

[A hiss, quiet laughter following despite the faded sound. Strained.]

Ritsuka.

[Under his breath, words soft yet pleased. After a slight pause, shuffling easily noted above the tone of his voice.]

...I found it. Ah.

[Another (lengthy) bout of silence, breathing accelerated as if running before being cut off.]

Please--

[ooc: To make up for the gap (AKA my hiatus), Soubi has been off searching in the shopping district for specific items carelessly mentioned earlier. Uh, yeah. ~~No one said he was smart.~~ Now he's quickly making his way back to Latimir. Action/comment logs are welcome. Assumed voice responses otherwise. ♥]

Current Mood:

rushed

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03 February 2009 @ 11:09 pm

Twenty-Three.

Always in pairs. Ah--

Is that it?

( To Self||Hackable )

What is there to paint now? ~~I don't know anymore.~~

[ooc: Guess who showed up. ♥ Strikes hackable.]

Current Mood:

restless

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28 January 2009 @ 05:17 pm

Twenty-Two.

( To Self||Private )

How disappointing, I suppose. Hm. ~~Worse than a thinner.~~

( To Kio||Private )

Ah. I didn't get a name.

...It's back. ♥

[ooc: Snow HATES me. Soubi's chip is now out and powers back to normal? ~~Though he should have accidentally made something explode.~~ Second set of strikes hackable. Did I miss something? :D]

Current Mood:

calm

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19 January 2009 @ 01:31 pm

Twenty-One. [Voice, Japanese]

[Nothing but the faint sound of footsteps, perhaps a cough. Mumbled words, almost drowned out by heavy breathing.]

This isn't what I--

...Nill.

[And a sharp thud, pain evident by the low hiss escaping with a shallow breath. A soft groan immediately follows what is, obviously, dry heaving. Though muffled with a hand.]

Get up.

K-Kio, please...

I'll even take the--

[Another indistinct murmur before he's cut off.]

[ooc: The joys of having your chip out. Somehow, he's managed to make it from the clinic back to Latimir apartments without much incident. Comment logs open to anyone who feels free to wander across a very ill, almost incoherent blond. Never mind the vomit. |: ]

Current Mood:

faltering

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18 January 2009 @ 11:45 am

Twenty.

Heh. Does it hurt?

Strange, though...

I want it out.

[ooc: He's laughing at all of you. Seriously. ♥]

Current Mood:

indifferent

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15 January 2009 @ 11:16 pm

Nineteen.

( To Self||Semi-Private )

Kio. You're a liar.

--it's too loud.

[ooc: Strikes gone, everything else open to interpretation. Kio-mun, apologies for lack of brain cells. Assume whatever, whenever? ;; ♥]

Current Mood:

annoyed

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10 January 2009 @ 11:06 pm

Eighteen.

( To Self||Completely Hackable )

Ah. I suppose that's how it is.

...What else?

[ooc: Epic fail this time. Everything readable; so, there might as well not even be a cut there. Fufufu. ♥]

Current Mood:

blank

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20 December 2008 @ 09:04 pm

Seventeen.

( To Self||Semi-Private )

Mm. Another day.

Nill-chan, thank you. ♥

( To Charles||Private )

Ah. Kio's here, too.

Just ignore him.

[ooc: Nill-mun, just assume sketching was a success? All strikes deleted.]

Current Mood:

contemplative

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17 December 2008 @ 10:01 pm

Sixteen.

~~This isn't what I~~

Heh.

...It's rather ugly, isn't it? ♥

[ooc: Fail AGAIN. Strikes not there this time. Some semblance of normalcy?! ;;]

Current Mood:

restless

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07 December 2008 @ 02:37 pm

Fifteen.

The brats are here.

~~This isn't I~~

...he's here, too. ~~Ritsuka.~~

I don't know. I'm--

sorry...

[ooc: Enough said. Strikes probably there. )x]

Current Mood:

blank

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01 December 2008 @ 10:35 pm

Fourteen.

~~perfect must~~

It's...~~not fair.~~

~~sensei seimei~~

Would it--

~~ritsuka where is~~

Ah. Something seems off.

( To Nill||Private )

It's not supposed to...

Mm. Perhaps it's not worth it.

[ooc: All strikes = random thoughts. Completely deleted except for, maybe, a word or two here and there. ♥]

Current Mood:

restless

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19 November 2008 @ 03:32 pm

Thirteen.

Difficult as always, isn't it? ~~Is that really...~~

Heh. I wonder--

How should one pass the time now? ♥

[ooc: Oh god. I missed the fourth wall. )x Apologies. Life gets difficult. Uh, right. In other news. Entertainment? Strikes gone.]

Current Mood:

curious

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