Ephemeral

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

[Hello DR, it's your resident emotard. Rikka has been a busy boy in his and his sister's old bedroom, cleaning out his destroyed artwork from the flood. The room is now nice and dry, and he has redecorated it as his own personal studio, complete with a drafting table, tool stand, easel, bed and work bench. The bench is covered with oils, brushes and stacks of anatomy and landscape books, as well as slides of Warhol's rorschachs. On the wall is a canvas which has been washed with a deep burnt orange, a pencil sketch barely showing through. He is less bothered by the loss of his body of work than you would think, his mind lost to other things. He knows it's his training time, but his nerves are extremely on edge, and he has pushed the door just to, settling in his chair and icing a small hookah, letting the cool, apple mint scented smoke calm him down. Residents may see a small curtain of smoke pour from the crack in the door after a while. Feel free to ground him for smoking at 16 inspect.]

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[summer_poprocks]

[he blinks and puts his hands behind his back, then.]

What's it for?

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

It's the valve. After a while, the smoke gets stale inside the base, so this lets it out. Then you get fresh smoke.

*... aww, he's kind of cute*

... who are you, anyway?

[summer_poprocks]

[he definitely gives off an air of unabashed curiosity, and blinks at the question.]

I'm Roxas D'Angelo. Are you a Riku?

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

No. I'm Rikka Hikari-Mori.

*he does, and it's kind of... comforting*

[summer_poprocks]

It's nice to meet you!

[he looks as though he honestly means it, too.]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*he reaches out to shake your hand -- your innocence is kind of refreshing, but a stark reminder of what a piece of garbage he is in comparison*

It's nice to meet you, too. How old are you?

[summer_poprocks]

Sixteen. I'll be seventeen this Christmas!

[he could easily pass as fifteen though, having grown up incredibly sheltered. he wouldn't think Rikka anything like garbage, and would simply pray for him if he knew Rikka was troubled.]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

... I'm just a couple of months older than you, then. My birthday is right before Halloween.

*smiles and gets up to go sit on the little twin-sized bed, beckoning him over to sit as well*

[summer_poprocks]

[he visibly perks up at the invitation, and is careful not to knock over the hookah when he plops onto the bed.]

Halloween?

[he's used to it being called another name, and certainly nothing like it's celebrated now.]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

Yeah. It's... a kind of fun and spooky holiday.

[summer_poprocks]

Spooky? Like people scare each other?

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

Yeah! It's kinda fun.

[summer_poprocks]

Unless you're the one getting scared.

[which will probably be him this year. never having experienced Halloween in the DR, he'll be lucky if his hair hasn't gone white by the end of it.]