Charcoal Everywhere [open]

[hoshi kamisaka]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #22B14C; border-bottom: 6px double #006400] Hoshi pushed the sleeves of her jacket up, using the button on the sleeve and the tab inside it to secure each arm. Jackets were terribly handy, but the sleeves were terrible at getting in the way of her art (they were worse with paint, but she wasn't crazy enough to try painting outside- well, not yet anyways...) They just couldn't seem to stay away from their dangerous love affair with her charcoal, or her pencils, or whatever implement she was using that day. Since she didn't like messed up sketches or having to frequently wash her jacket, preventative measures had been accomplished with the help of her mother. Thank goodness for seamstress moms, really. Today seemed a good day for charcoal, even if it was perfect at getting all over her and everything she would subsequently touch. There was something about its look that couldn't be duplicated that she really liked, something that made it worth the mess all over her hands and even her arms. Carefully, she extracted all the supplies she needed from her backpack, and started to work on making the flowers that sat a little ways from her. Her hands were steady, and other than her eyes, were the only thing that moved, her focus solely on her task. Drawing was different from the construction and sculpting she typically did. (It didn't usually leave her hands raw and red, for one). It also wasn't a frenzy of noise and motion and exact calculations performed on a calculator or in her mind. It was simpler - understanding the structure of the thing she drew, seeing light and shadow and their joining, seeing the regular shapes inside irregular shapes and utilizing their existence to justify what had been made. It was a soothing task to a never-still mind, calming instead of stimulating. All she could hope was to remain uninterrupted in it.

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[/div] open

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Finally did this...

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315[/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[Shiro Ryouta]

[atrb=width,350][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #464646; border-bottom: 40px #191126 solid; border-left: 8px #191126 solid; border-right: 8px #191126 solid; border-top: 70px #191126 solid; border-radius: 20px; moz-border-radius: 20px;][STYLE=float: left; width: 350px; padding: 10px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; color: #B6B6B6; margin-top: -68px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-left: 4px;] When the shadows remain in the light of day[/style] [STYLE=padding: 10px; width: 380px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 8px; text-align: center; color: #B6D6D6; margin-top: -66px; margin-left: -8px;]On the wings of darkness he'll retaliate, He'll be falling from grace, Till the end of all his days.[/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90; margin: 10px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; border: 5px #191126 solid; padding: 5px; color: #442A37; opacity: 0.9; background: url('http://i1114.photobucket.com/albums/k529/vegitogogetassj3/No6%20icons/icon7.jpg'); border-radius: 10px; moz-border-radius: 10px;] [/classy][/style][STYLE=font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; color: #B6B6B6; border-radius: 20px; moz-border-radius: 20px;]The flowers were nice. Their petals were delicate and soft, colors intricately woven into their very being with purpose. The stems stand strong, tall and true. Leaves reaching towards the sun and the sky above them. They are beautiful, the very definition of innocence and love, compassion and joy. Holding the blossom of a single flower, Shiro thought of this. Closing his eyes, the Fighter sighed. Closing his fist with surprising amounts of force, the petals crumbled to dust between his fingers. "Oh well..." Shiro murmured, his voice and eyes full of a blank sadness. Walking, the teenager looked to the sky, wondering about things. They didn't really matter, of course. Just about his past and about the future, about things around him and school. It was going pretty well actually, he was very smart, well above his grade level. Taiki might have been a worthless piece of sadistic crap, but he did teach Shiro everything at an advanced level. Of course, though, it had been for the Games. He would he asked the most challenging questions and if Shiro did not answer them correctly within 5 seconds, 'the drink' would be poured down his throat. Shivering from the grotesque memory, the Fighter continued to walk. Hearing something, Shiro paused. It sounded like something rubbing against something else. Peering around, he saw a girl, definitely somewhat older than he was. Black hair, obviously Japanese. By her stance, he could also tell that she was a gifted Artist. Those kind always have a certian posture that sets them off from others. From the glimpses of her face and the look of it, she wants to be left alone, however Shiro was curious of what she was drawing with the charcoal. Smiling slightly, he quietly walked somewhat behind her, a few yards at least. Sitting down silently, the Fighter gazed at the Artist as she worked, intrigued at the painting. 'I wish i was that gifted...' [STYLE=padding: 10px; width: 250px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; color: #B6D6D6; margin-left: -40px; margin-bottom: -72px;]WORDS: ### // TAGS: Hoshi~[/style] [STYLE=padding: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #B6D6D6; margin-bottom: -68px; margin-left: 230px; width: 70px;]Table by Yori of BTN[/style]

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[hoshi kamisaka]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #22B14C; border-bottom: 6px double #006400] It was not painting; it was a drawing. Charcoal required a certain finesse, and a willingness to get dirty, both of which Hoshi possessed. She kept her motions light, not pressing too hard - there weren't many truly dark shadows out here in the sun. The sketchbook remained balanced on her crossed legs, her eyes darting back and forth. This was quiet, this required intense concentration. She didn't pay attention to any of her surroundings save for her focus, the flowers, nor did she pay heed to the sensation that she was being watched; it wasn't important right now. Her work was done somewhat quickly. Not too much time had passed, but she had gotten the look she loved. Hoshi was not a fan of those charcoal drawings that looked like they could have been done or had been done with a regular pencil. She preferred them to have a certain roughness to them, and she had come to the balance she preferred, with this picture. It was like dressing was for other girls - looking too "done", too "polished" was undesirable. There needed to be some mess and edge to it in order for it to be right, or else it was wasted effort. Perfection was unwelcome. The sensation she was being watched, though, finally hit her, and her head jerked up, and then around, sudden surprise softening her sensible features to appear closer to her actual age. A boy with white hair was watching her. She gave him a bemused look. He was either older or younger than her, she wasn't sure which - and a Fighter - she didn't see him in classes or anything, so it was a given that the latter thought and one of the former ones was accurate. That left the perplexing problem of why he was watching her. She replaced her charcoal in its case, wiped her hands on the bench she had sat on, and carefully closed her sketchbook, before replacing them in her backpack, which she had neglected to remove from her back, then glanced back at him, eyebrows quirking slightly upwards. [style=color:006400]"Uh, hi?" [/style]

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[/div] Shiro, open

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Notes;

nada~

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354[/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[Shiro Ryouta]

[atrb=width,350][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #464646; border-bottom: 40px #191126 solid; border-left: 8px #191126 solid; border-right: 8px #191126 solid; border-top: 70px #191126 solid; border-radius: 20px; moz-border-radius: 20px;][STYLE=float: left; width: 350px; padding: 10px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; color: #B6B6B6; margin-top: -68px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-left: 4px;] When the shadows remain in the light of day[/style] [STYLE=padding: 10px; width: 380px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 8px; text-align: center; color: #B6D6D6; margin-top: -66px; margin-left: -8px;]On the wings of darkness he'll retaliate, He'll be falling from grace, Till the end of all his days.[/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90; margin: 10px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; border: 5px #191126 solid; padding: 5px; color: #442A37; opacity: 0.9; background: url('http://i1114.photobucket.com/albums/k529/vegitogogetassj3/No6%20icons/icon7.jpg'); border-radius: 10px; moz-border-radius: 10px;] [/classy][/style][STYLE=font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; color: #B6B6B6; border-radius: 20px; moz-border-radius: 20px;]She was focused, Shiro had to give her that. Nothing could disturb her concentration. If a nuke went off behind her, she would not notice. Smiling, the Fighter just watched. Her strokes with the charcoal were rough, full of purpose. He admired that, no charcoal drawing should be precise, perfect. Charcoal is not clean, so why should the artworks be? 'I should leave soon...' he started to think, 'She is almost done...' A satisfied look growing on the Artist's face was about to prove it true. Silently sighing, the teenager considered that this might be stalking, but quickly dismissed the idea. "No... I'm not stalking... I'm just studying." He murmured, more to prove it to himself than anything. 'As long as she does not talk to me, I'm fine...' But it was to late for that. Looking up, Shiro saw that the girl was already done with her drawing. Putting the sketchbook away in her backpack, while the backpack was still on her back, the Artist looked at him. "Uh, hi?" Blinking a few times, sort of frozen in place, Shiro quickly thought of multiple responses in his mind, scratching some out instantly. After a single moment Shiro put up a smile, his red eyes shining softly. "Sorry to bother you... I was just a little bit curious is all." Closing his eyes, Shiro stood up from where he was sitting. White hair covered his eyes slightly from the sudden movement, his open coat rippled. He opened his eyes again and took a closer look at the girls face again, reconsidering the fact that she was older than he was. Her relaxed features were much to... young... to be the age which he thought she was. Taking a small step forward, softly smiling, the Fighter put his hand out. "Im Ryouta, Shiro. Nice to meet you." [STYLE=padding: 10px; width: 250px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; color: #B6D6D6; margin-left: -40px; margin-bottom: -72px;]WORDS: ### // TAGS: Hoshi~[/style] [STYLE=padding: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #B6D6D6; margin-bottom: -68px; margin-left: 230px; width: 70px;]Table by Yori of BTN[/style]

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[hoshi kamisaka]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #22B14C; border-bottom: 6px double #006400] Hoshi scratched the back of her neck, under her shirt collar, watching him blink. Huh, she had some paint there... Maybe she shouldn't wear a tank top when painting sets. But they made it so much easier to use saws during the building portion... Enh. She'd have to get it off later. She briefly wondered what color it was, before getting dragged back by his answer. Just curious...? That...didn't make sense. He'd been watching her, and well, okay, maybe watching people was a form of curiousity but that didn't matter. Why the hell would anyone be curious about her of all people? Especially since he couldn't see her weird as heck eyes at that distance. [style=color:006400]"Uh... Okay...?" she said, brows furrowing. She did not have any idea what she was supposed to say to that. (Also, she hadn't said anything about him bothering her... Was he feeling guilty about watching her or something?) "Are you feeling guilty or something?" she asked, the question popping out before her brain could stop it as rude or intrusive. She winced slightly. Brain-to-mouth functions needed improving...[/style] He introduced himself, and held out a hand, which she gingerly shook, perplexed by this whole scenario. [style=color:006400]"Kamisaka Hoshi. Likewise." Seriously, she was baffled. Beyond baffled. Bamboozled. Befuddled. Some other words for confusion that started with a B. How long had he been watching her for? Was it creepy that he'd been watching her? Why had he been watching her? And should she carry a sledgehammer from now on to discourage people from watching her? All very important questions, though she didn't think she'd ask him the last one. Besides, she'd have to steal the one from the theater and her dad might not take too kindly to that. Maybe if she convinced him it was broken he'd let her have it and she could take it around with her...?[/style]

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[/div] Shiro, open~

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Notes;

Hoshi/Sledgehammers is obvs my otp they're constantly mentioned together in my threads involving her. XD

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Word count;

312[/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[Shiro Ryouta]

[atrb=width,350][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #464646; border-bottom: 40px #191126 solid; border-left: 8px #191126 solid; border-right: 8px #191126 solid; border-top: 70px #191126 solid; border-radius: 20px; moz-border-radius: 20px;][STYLE=float: left; width: 350px; padding: 10px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; color: #B6B6B6; margin-top: -68px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-left: 4px;] When the shadows remain in the light of day[/style] [STYLE=padding: 10px; width: 380px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 8px; text-align: center; color: #B6D6D6; margin-top: -66px; margin-left: -8px;]On the wings of darkness he'll retaliate, He'll be falling from grace, Till the end of all his days.[/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90; margin: 10px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; border: 5px #191126 solid; padding: 5px; color: #442A37; opacity: 0.9; background: url('http://i1114.photobucket.com/albums/k529/vegitogogetassj3/No6%20icons/icon7.jpg'); border-radius: 10px; moz-border-radius: 10px;] [/classy][/style][STYLE=font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; color: #B6B6B6; border-radius: 20px; moz-border-radius: 20px;]'Well, crap...' Shiro inwardly groaned. He was seriously not enjoying this. To him, it was just one more person he couldn't trust. However, she was talking to him back, and he would not be rude, and so that is why he plastered a naturally, easy looking mask on top of his face (figuratively speaking, of course). The teenager was utterly hopeless when it came with relationships with people. The only person he felt natural with was Hikaru, but he was his Sacrifice, so that disqualified him. "Uh... Okay...?" Blushing slightly, Shiro instantly reliesed his mistake. "Oh, I promise I wasn't watching you, maybe for like a minute at most but..." Sighing, the Fighter thought that this only made him more creepy. "I'm sorry, its just..." Groaning, Shiro knew it was getting worse. So, he just sighed again and told the truth. "I was walking down the path and saw you sketching with the charcoal. You were the first person I saw since, er... arriving here. I was curious on what you were drawing is all. And its pretty cool to," he added with a slight, honest smile. "I like how it is so messy and full of imperfections. Art should never be perfect, thats my opinion that is." Inwardly sighing, the Fighter thought that he could name 18 places that he would rather be at this current moment. "Kamisaka Hoshi. Likewise." Raising his eyebrows, Shiro's white hair shifted out of his face, revealing a kind smile and happy red eyes and his dull pink scar. "I like that name. Suits an artist such as yourself." The teenager didnt feel as if he was sucking up, but honeatly felt like the name fit her. Nodding his head, he crossed his arms as another plastered apologetic look appeared on his face. "Again, im really sorry for seeming like a... uh..." he blushed and shifted his weight awkwardly, shyly. "Stalker..." Blushing slightly more, Shiro was honestly baffled at why he was feeling these emotions. He was just an object, so why was he feeling truly apologetic for something he did to a total stranger. He guessed this is what this is called 'being human'. 'Huh... weird.' [STYLE=padding: 10px; width: 250px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; color: #B6D6D6; margin-left: -40px; margin-bottom: -72px;]WORDS: ### // TAGS: Hoshi~[/style] [STYLE=padding: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #B6D6D6; margin-bottom: -68px; margin-left: 230px; width: 70px;]Table by Yori of BTN[/style]

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[hoshi kamisaka]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #22B14C; border-bottom: 6px double #006400] Hoshi was entirely oblivious to his discomfort, since she was facing her own awkwardness. She was so good at ordering people around, but she failed at comfortably relating to them. Especially when they'd been watching her! That was just... EEEEEEGH. Wasn't that how kids got kidnapped or whatever? And she didn't even have a Fighter to protect her... That settled it. She was tricking her dad into thinking that the sledge at the theater was broken and getting him to send her to buy a replacement, and then she was carrying the real thing with her everywhere. No Hoshi Kamisakas were getting kidnapped by creepy pedos, nosirree. ...he was watching her because she was drawing. Well. As long as it didn't turn into crawling into her room to watch her sleep, like that one ugly dude in that stupid book and movie series her sisters liked, she was fine with that at least. Less creepy than what she'd been thinking his reasons might be. And then he mentioned his opinions on charcoal, and well, he suddenly had made her very animated. "I know right! So many people try to make their art all clean and nice and sweet and perfect and flip out if there are smudges, but that's not how art is supposed to be! It's not how life is, and art's supposed to show life as we see it!" She flapped her hands in some vague, grandiose, incomprehensible gestures. "Especially charcoal! I always see these perfect unsmudged flower drawings, and they're pretty sure, but they're too pretty, there's nothing real about them! They're just 2D pictures that took too much time and don't even go with the- the- the spirit of the instrument used to create them! Charcoal's about the rough edges, the untamed and the fire in everything!" She drew a hand in a wide, sweeping gesture towards the flowers around them. "Everything alive has a fire in it, it's what makes things alive! And the edges on a flower may feel smooth so you think they should be drawn smooth, but they're really just a bunch of little molecules made of little tiny atoms and the edges feel smooth because all the tiny atoms are moving away from your hand because they can never really touch all the atoms in your hand, and so the receptors in your brain convince you it's smooth! And people think that way with everything! Why should a painting of water look serene? It's a mass of polarized molecules constantly fighting within itself! It's the opposite of serene!" She finally realized that she'd gotten off on a rant, and suddenly her face changed colors to a dark red. "I... I'm ranting! A-arigato!" Hoshi rarely rambled freely about her feelings on any particular subject, but he had just happened to hit on one of her big feelings about her passion, and it had all just slipped out.

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[/div] Shiro, open

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nadaaaaaaa

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485[/style]

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[Shiro Ryouta]

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[hoshi kamisaka]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #22B14C; border-bottom: 6px double #006400] Hoshi hadn't noticed his chuckles or nods during her rant. When she was passionate about something, as she was this topic, and speaking about it, visual interaction and even verbal interaction might be ignored and unnoticed. She simply had to get her thoughts out in a coherent manner. Her eyebrows drooped slightly at his laugh. Of course, she'd sounded like an idiot, hadn't she? Oh well... But then...he hadn't been able to laugh in a long time? Her eyebrows knit together, perturbed. However, then he complimented her (that...was a compliment? She...wasn't quite sure, really, but then, who ever had said that she understood the give and take of human interaction? She was always for the sidelines, never for the show, always for the stillness, never for the go). She set the questions bubbling into her mind to the side, however. That was too personal, even if it was heavily concerning. "Oh. Um. That's. Good?" Her eyebrows knit further together as more...not defeatism, but, well, not even sadness exactly...she didn't know the right word for this, maybe depression?, crept from him. She crossed her arms. "Talents don't come without effort," she pointed out. "They don't come without trying new and different things. And purpose doesn't come from talent, it comes from choice." The short sixteen year old pinned a serious gaze on him. "Purpose is what we choose to do with ourselves and how we choose to make our mark on the world. Just because your abilities don't lie in anything you display, like art, or dance, or music, doesn't mean you don't have them, or that they're worthless." That smile looked so realistic, but she'd bet fifty sledgehammers and her paintbrushes that it was as fake as her dad's 'enthusiasm' that her younger sister had a boyfriend and that their even younger sister had a girlfriend. (Her poor, poor father... She found his overprotectiveness far too amusing, though only because it had yet to be applied to her). Hoshi pursed her lips. Which would she prefer being called? The general guideline always seemed to be age and position. He didn't seem like anyone in the hierarchy of the school like a teacher or something, nor did he seem younger than her, so she wasn't sure '-san' was the right suffix, sooooo '-chan' it was. "I'm assuming you're older than me? So you can call me Kamisaka-chan, if you want, Ryouta-san." Usually it was obvious which you were in relation to someone, but Hoshi had been informed by almost everyone she knew that she was rather unusually mature in manner and appearance, so people always seemed to be in doubt over what on earth to call her, unless they were like really old people.

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it's pretty!

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[Shiro Ryouta]

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[hoshi kamisaka]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #22B14C; border-bottom: 6px double #006400] If eyebrows could knit, Hoshi could probably have had a ten-foot scarf just from the amount of times she'd made that particular expression in her life. It always settled on her face when she was perplexed, or engaged in deep thought or arguments. Of course, she always had a rather...intense look about her when she wasn't laughing. It was probably at fault for the way people consistently overestimated her age. Her expressions simply looked too old for someone so young, and so no one knew what to make of her, in the end. She tried to relax them when he said it was a high compliment...but that just made it all the more confusing and worrisome. She returned his smile, though hers was, of course, plenty bemused. "Thanks?" What did you even say to something like that... Not that she knew how to treat compliments in general, even when they weren't confusing. People were not supposed to notice her long enough to compliment her! Too bad nobody else seemed to get the memo on that... She was...good at giving advice? "Oh, um. Big sister powers activate?" she said awkwardly, after a moment. "And those are good things to be! They'll aid you in anything that you want to do, anywhere you want to go. You can have all sorts of show-offy talents and still need someone to be in charge of you because you don't know how to take care of yourself... Sooooo many actors like that." Not that she had much experience with dumb actors. Dumb actors might last with her father, but they always did find themselves faltering under his daughter's unblinking gaze. Hoshi did not take their shit, unless they were kids. She could put up with a surprising amount from children, or people she identified as children despite their actual age. She couldn't help it if she found herself being oodles nicer to them than she would be to an adult. Hoshi giggled. No, she so wasn't nineteen! "I'm just sixteen," she told him, grinning. "Not near that age, yet, not at all." She pushed some of the longer pieces of hair behind her ears, peering at him with those absurdly purple eyes. "My dad does swear that I'm secretly fifty, though. And then he uses that as an excuse to make me go run his errands..." Like buying chainsaws and sledgehammers and other dangerous items. Her father was far too trusting. He sent her out with his credit card all the time. If she was anyone else, she probably would have heartily abused that, but Hoshi would never even think of doing that to her parents.

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[/div] Shiro, open

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Notes;

it's not suckish! The more you write him, the better you've gotten. c:

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[Shiro Ryouta]

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Hoshi was not really freaked out by Shiro, which was great. She didn't seem to be bored of their conversation. Not to much at least. This girl could turn out to be a friend! Who knew? It made his heart swell happily. Finally, someone who might like him. Other than Hikaru, of course. He was his Sacrifice, and he seemed to like Shiro enough... but thats beside the point! Hoshi could become Shiro's first friend, since he had been freed. Smiling with relief, it felt like a huge weight was lifted off of his heart. At last, someone to give his soul some glue. Something was wrong though. She was concerned by something, it was all in her posture. Of course, it did not bug Shiro all that much at first. Hoshi's posture was already awkward, some concern mixed in meant nothing really, right? "Ah, yes, I've got two younger sisters. And...big sisters have a look? Hmm. That's gotta be why Nagisa-chan's boyfriend didn't think I was younger, since she's taller..." 'Nagisa-chan? Who is that?' His mind asked, while his body smiled, eyes full of warm-hearted humor. "Yes, big sister's look..." Pausing for a second, he scratched his chin, looking at Hoshi carefully. "Um, you look more mature and responsible. People without any younger siblings have that certain care-free kind of feel about them. You don't have that, and it makes you look like a big sister." Tilting his head, Shiro's eyes had a thoughtful gleam in them before he straightened his neck and nodded, deciding he was right enough. Then, her giggle took him by surprise. He smiled, not being able to help himself. Her laughter was nice. "He's absolutely insane. Doesn't think to question how on earth it's possible to break a sledgehammer in a theatre where it barely gets used, just sends his teenaged kid to buy another, because, you know, that makes perfect sense." This made Shiro laugh. Giving Hoshi a friendly smile, eyes shining happily, he chuckled once more. "He sounds like a really fun father." Looking up, mind full of memories, he sighed happily. "My dad used to put me on the couch with him and we would go through page after page of ISpy, for no reason." His smile flickered, replaced with grief, but then quickly turning back into his warm smile. "It was really fun, but random to. He would just make me stop whatever I was doing, no matter how important it was." Looking back down, Shiro was grinning with the memory. "It has been a long time since I looked at any of those kinds of books though." Frowning, a worried look on his face, Shiro realized that Hoshi's concern was concerning him! What was she so fretful about? Was it something he said? Going back over their conversation so far, he could think of nothing that would really make her that worried. "Whats wrong? Your concerned about something. Tell me what it is." He asked kindly, with a reassuring smile in his eyes. 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[hoshi kamisaka]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #22B14C; border-bottom: 6px double #006400] Hoshi's mind was literally spinning trying to explain what on earth could have happened to Shiro that he hadn't laughed in...a really long time. Every instinct in her big sister self was suggesting cuddling him, but she was preeeeeeetty sure that was considered inappropriate between people who had just met not thirty minutes ago. Really, anything physical seemed inappropriate, as did verbal stuff. She'd have to come up with something if she got to know him better and needed to comfort him or something...but that was kind of so just a possibility it wasn't to be thought about right now. "Ah, yes, I've got two younger sisters," she said, pushing some hair behind her ear. "And...big sisters have a look? Hmm. That's gotta be why Nagisa-chan's boyfriend didn't think I was younger, since she's taller..." she said, half-mumbling at the end. She'd wondered about that, given that the boy seemed to gauge age by height or whether your hair was white. Hmm. He'd probably think Shiro was really old then, the doofus. Her sister had strange taste in boys, so it was to be expected, she supposed. "Ah, I suppose it can be fun to not be yourself," she said, "My sisters and Otou-san enjoy it. Okaa-san and I are more backstage people. Well, Otou-san's backstage too, but he still likes the spotlight more than the rest." Hoshi always felt weird relating to her mother, given that she wasn't really particularly close to her. Her mother despaired of her eldest's boyish clothing, and turned towards more receptive quarters to shower her own particular brand of affection on, since being a girly mom to a girly daughter was less heart-wrenching than being a girly mom with a boyish daughter. And she actually giggled when he said he liked her father already. "He's absolutely insane," she said. "Doesn't think to question how on earth it's possible to break a sledgehammer in a theatre where it barely gets used, just sends his teenaged kid to buy another, because, you know, that makes perfect sense." She shook her head, slightly fondly. Her father was absolutely absurd.

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[/div] Shiro, open

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|DDD

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[Shiro Ryouta]

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Hoshi was not really freaked out by Shiro, which was great. She didn't seem to be bored of their conversation. Not to much at least. This girl could turn out to be a friend! Who knew? It made his heart swell happily. Finally, someone who might like him. Other than Hikaru, of course. He was his Sacrifice, and he seemed to like Shiro enough... but thats beside the point! Hoshi could become Shiro's first friend, since he had been freed. Smiling with relief, it felt like a huge weight was lifted off of his heart. At last, someone to give his soul some glue. Something was wrong though. She was concerned by something, it was all in her posture. Of course, it did not bug Shiro all that much at first. Hoshi's posture was already awkward, some concern mixed in meant nothing really, right? "Ah, yes, I've got two younger sisters. And...big sisters have a look? Hmm. That's gotta be why Nagisa-chan's boyfriend didn't think I was younger, since she's taller..." 'Nagisa-chan? Who is that?' His mind asked, while his body smiled, eyes full of warm-hearted humor. "Yes, big sister's look..." Pausing for a second, he scratched his chin, looking at Hoshi carefully. "Um, you look more mature and responsible. People without any younger siblings have that certain care-free kind of feel about them. You don't have that, and it makes you look like a big sister." Tilting his head, Shiro's eyes had a thoughtful gleam in them before he straightened his neck and nodded, deciding he was right enough. Then, her giggle took him by surprise. He smiled, not being able to help himself. Her laughter was nice. "He's absolutely insane. Doesn't think to question how on earth it's possible to break a sledgehammer in a theatre where it barely gets used, just sends his teenaged kid to buy another, because, you know, that makes perfect sense." This made Shiro laugh. Giving Hoshi a friendly smile, eyes shining happily, he chuckled once more. "He sounds like a really fun father." Looking up, mind full of memories, he sighed happily. "My dad used to put me on the couch with him and we would go through page after page of ISpy, for no reason." His smile flickered, replaced with grief, but then quickly turning back into his warm smile. "It was really fun, but random to. He would just make me stop whatever I was doing, no matter how important it was." Looking back down, Shiro was grinning with the memory. "It has been a long time since I looked at any of those kinds of books though." Frowning, a worried look on his face, Shiro realized that Hoshi's concern was concerning him! What was she so fretful about? Was it something he said? Going back over their conversation so far, he could think of nothing that would really make her that worried. "Whats wrong? Your concerned about something. Tell me what it is." He asked kindly, with a reassuring smile in his eyes. 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[hoshi kamisaka]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #22B14C; border-bottom: 6px double #006400] Hoshi was actually, normally, possessed of a rather commanding and confident posture. It was only when people were interested in her - for any reason - that he posture took on awkwardness. She didn't want to be noticed, she wasn't supposed to be. She was just background, really, no one important. Septimal Moon kept saying she was the important member of the Unit, but really, she couldn't help but doubt that; she would have been a Fighter if Sacrifices were super important. It was just some weird thing they'd decided on. Wasn't like hers had shown up, anyhow. Sometimes that string got less stretched out and she'd start wondering, but...it always stretched back out and she sighed and shrugged and tried to forget about it. This boy worried her. He seemed to want to be friends, which was cool, but jeeeeeez there was something big and hairy and nasty in his life that was just ambling around worrying her. The only thing she could think of that'd make someone have trouble laughing was like, a serious breach of trust from someone they cared about. Like a boyfriend or close friend or relative or something. Apparently they did have a look... But she didn't think she looked mature and responsible. She'd helped raising them and all, but that was because their parents hadn't had enough time and she was the oldest. Didn't make her any more responsible than anyone else, did it? Well, maybe moreso than some of her classmates, but not enough to make her look it. She procrastinated her homework sometimes in order to draw. Completely irresponsible, wasn't that? She certainly thought so. "Huh. I...guess..." She kept the worry out of her face while he spoke. So... His parents were gone? That...explained some of the sadness. "I guess he is. He's kind of a dictator about the stage. Not that I'm not too, but he's worse." He actually wasn't; Hoshi was probably the most demanding stage manager, but since she usually didn't get stuck solo (and was usually more making things than being in charge), she just assumed her dad was worse. Not so, not so. She expected things to be done without nagging, for one. "Sounds pretty random. Fun, I guess, but definitely random." He'd picked up on her worry, somehow. Stupid obnoxious boy. She wasn't normally that easy to read, the great jerk. Must be that she hadn't been hiding it. "Not proper for me to ask when I've only known you a grand total of like half-an-hour," was her gruff response. At the least, she knew if people tried asking her personal shit after that short a knowing each other, she'd be annoyed. So why wouldn't he be annoyed too? They were just acquaintances right now, after all. (Which reminded her that she found it annoying how a Unit was supposed to be like, all besties right after meeting, it was ridiculous! If it took her four years to be good friends with her present bestie, why wouldn't it take that long with her other half? Or was she just a freak...)

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[/div] Shiro, open

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whee~

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