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PostSubject: Ref:rain [open]   Fri Sep 14, 2018 8:19 pm

ooc;; 'tis a simple boy who is boycotting the grand reopening because crowds and people are scary / takes place a little bit before the ceremony officially starts

Slender strings caressed against pallid ringed fingers, the curves of a hollowed electric violin tenderly tracing beneath his palm in the deep harrows of the forest primeval. Singing the gentlest of symphonies through the air confined in his headphones, the instrument took a bow with each spirited cry it blew. The violin was the only friend, the only mortal enemy, the only accompaniment, that the young student could fall back on within the dark somber plants, thick with briars of annotation and musical staves.

"Ever so slightly...~" A blue-haired ghost positioned himself in the gloomy bowels of the trees' opera house where sunlight had long become a forgotten ally, mouthing the semblance of words in a rolling habit, slowly growing into a crescendo of his own speech. "Daily and nightly...~" Away from the chants and masses of the academy entrance in the dew-dropped foliage he was, yearning to imitate the accents of human voices in a most noble mission with his nightingale in toll. "In little ways...~" The ebb and flow of an unsung melody paused as Ha-neul desperately searched for his finger's rightful place. "When everything..." Out of impulse, he notched down a random string.

The tune ended in great failure, prompting Ha-neul to withdraw the bow. His mouth shut once again, leaving with it, an incomplete verse. The sudden dissonance curled an unsatisfied frown against soft features. His curtains for eyelids scarcely raised in response as he slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, regained a sense for his surroundings.
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PostSubject: Re: Ref:rain [open]   Sat Sep 15, 2018 4:12 am

It was one thing that he'd agreed to attend the academy, but an entirely other thing for him to attend the opening ceremony. So he wasn't going to, and it was kind of amusing at first to simply sit against the closed storefront of some second-hand clothes shop (which might be, or might be not from where he gets most of his clothes), watching other students heading for it. If he didn't know what was actually going on here, he'd even say that they were just normal high-schoolers, and it was probably the reason why he got bored of it in the first place. He wasn't going to lie and say he wasn't looking forward to more of a freak show than these kids were turning out to be.

Inevitably he left his carefully calculated spot and began to wonder, a slight bit irritated but with nothing to blame for his increasingly bad mood. After he even got bored of the streets, he went for the forest. It was like some ridiculous quest - the quest to find something out of the ordinary and point at it. Or maybe it was just aimless wandering at this point, walking deeper and deeper inside. Everything was quiet, safe for the sound of leaves crushing under his trainers. It gave him the sense of peace that wasn't in his nature. He startled at the sound of a voice, so quiet and imperceptible, yet audible when his foot paused in the air, refraining from another leaf-crushing step.

Boston found the source of the sound not too far, and with a violin off all things. He offered a brief quirk of his eyebrows. "Are you one of those academy weirdos?" he eventually asked, blissfully ignorant of the fact that he was one himself. To be fair, he could've used a myriad of more offensive terms than 'academy weirdo'.
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PostSubject: Re: Ref:rain [open]   Sat Sep 15, 2018 4:53 am

Mint blue hair bobbed to the side, hugging against his pale cheekbones in time with the breeze. He lulled his head toward the source of the voice, no longer drowning in the seas and chirps of the beach - only the conch's muffled humming in static remained within the realms of his headphones. A tilt back against a slender neck, a look from over the shoulder. Sunken tired gaze of wilted skies met with deep red wine. Mechanical and practiced, never causing so much as a ripple in the rest of his figure as a normal person would move, as though his body had shut down to the bare minimum of what was necessary.

His stoic mask of frozen features stared at the newcomer in what looked to be a rather uncomfortable position, soft lips parting to seemingly form words. "..." Instead, he gave a quiet exhale before returning his head to face forward, propping his violin back beneath his chin. Ignore. Just an unnatural phantom wearing the guise of a human out in the middle of the woods. Fingers quivered like an arrow that struck through its target.

Sunlight struck his hair in an overray of white, picking out the thin straggles where he failed to brush them properly. Inky shadows cast themselves over flora, their long tendrils entrenching the dull funeral in an even more cheerless grave.
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PostSubject: Re: Ref:rain [open]   Sat Sep 15, 2018 5:42 am

So, the guy definitely felt like some sort of freak. He wasn't going to comment on the light blue hair, instead choosing to comb a hand through his own, yanking free a couple of tangles. But there was an air about him, and, well, the fact that he was hiding in the forest and playing the violin instead of being with the rest of the merry bunch. And that he was giving Boston the silent treatment. The teenager released a low grunt and crossed his arms over his chest.

Making one hand appear for him was simple - in was white and bland, fingers spread widely. It materialized itself behind the stranger's head, where his burning glare stayed fixed accusingly. If the guy was hoping to just ignore him, he'd have another thing coming. Quickly, Boston sent the hand to shove itself lightly against the back of the other's head, but hard enough to be felt. He repeated the motion childishly, hoping to get back whatever figment of attention he'd received before. Why did the first actual freak he managed to find have to be so boring?

"I asked you a fucking question." he spat out finally, and the hand vanished as simply as it had appeared. He stepped closer with his arms still tightly wrapped against himself, continuing his judgemental examination of the stranger.
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PostSubject: Re: Ref:rain [open]   Sat Sep 15, 2018 6:06 am

Before the bow could gracefully dance with his fingers against the strings on the same stage, a repeated rapt of touches fixated into the disheveled sea of blue, toying with the position of a small ponytail. Someone was staring, driving a stake into his mind. His teeth barely clenched together, glaucous pits staring blankly into the empty space before him. Shut down. Refocus. Restart. A single motion of Ha-neul's arm came and went, occupying the lonely strings in the same beat that the numbing sensation of successive pats vanished.

Nuzzling into the wood like a lover, inhaled, and at the first slow stroke, the crescendo seeped into his blood and flesh, with the warmth of a fireplace in the middle of winter. The bow froze in place as it flowed back for another verse, blocked by solid matter. Ha-neul felt the corner of his eye twitch. He removed the tensioned stick and spiraled it again to retry. And again. And again. Poetry and seduction of the composition unable to complete itself, he exhaled.

It was then that he remembered. He was not alone. The tip of his exposed left ear flushed pink, the only sign that he had reflected on his actions at all. Unknowingly, quietly, mercilessly, he had delivered retribution to the stranger in a stroke of absence.

A little more, just a little more... the darkness shuddered.
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PostSubject: Re: Ref:rain [open]   Sat Sep 15, 2018 6:37 am

It took a lot of willpower not to plant a kick in the back of that guy's head right then and there, but maybe stomping what he suspected to be a fellow student (not that this guy was looking like he was going to answer that question) on the first day of school instead of attending the opening ceremony was a good idea. Boston was plentiful when it came to bad ideas, but he wasn't an idiot. He tightened the grip of his arms around himself and walked closer, watching the bow like it was some sort of dangerous weapon that he should be wary of being stabbed with. He'd never considered whether this guy was actually alright in the head.

Only now, when he was looming right behind him, did the student notice he was wearing headphones. Maybe he wasn't being ignored, not altogether. It didn't exactly put him in a much better, more benevolent mood, but maybe it stifled the earlier, violent urges. With a huff, he reached out with his left hand, the right still steadily clasped around his side, and his fingers coiled under the headphones. Boston jerked them upwards and off the stranger's head, letting them fall on the ground carelessly.

"Are you. One of. The freaks at Beata?" he repeated his question, speaking as if he had just swallowed ill-tasting medicine. He was still firmly and intimidatingly standing behind the other, staring him down with his eyes, as red as roses. "Or just, you know, a regular freak?"
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PostSubject: Re: Ref:rain [open]   Sat Sep 15, 2018 7:15 am

The music didn't set itself loose right after he could play once more. It buckled and swept and still he clung to it within the chains of his headphones, defined it in notes and rhythm, channeling it like a river bound between mountain steeps. Head swooning to each chord exhaled through the hollow torso, his train of thought screamed too fast for dreaming, the iron jaws always open to swallow a smile already lost in the wakes of murky haze. Beckoning gently as it unwound, rising and tensing, spiraling upward with more abandon. Ha-neul wandered through ethereal realms, the imprint deepening against this neck as an envoy of harmony. A violin's singing embarked on its journey to become a one-man choir--

And then it vanished among the invisible stars in the embers of a bonfire. Every stitch of what had shook his soul sped away. In an instant, it was over. Not even a cacophonous screech greeted him, only the clatter of headphones being dumped onto the ground. Snapped back to reality, downcast eyes moved imperceptibly, catching a veneer vermilion in the distance. Folding his violin and bow neatly on his lap, Ha-neul blinked. Once, twice. A ghost? Three, four.

A hoarse sound throttled out of the other's throat, a sliver of fire weaving from past habits, a little flicker, a tiny taste of the lanky boy that threatened in the quiet of his words, as though he were ready to toss anyone and everyone to the lion's den. Not a ghost then. His azure gaze loomed in the space above the newcomer. He missed the source of the boy's voice.

"Beata...? I have..." Ha-neul started, vocal chords straining from disuse as the sentence came out fragmented and paper-thin. "An ability."
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PostSubject: Re: Ref:rain [open]   Sun Sep 16, 2018 3:46 am

After what he'd done, Boston would be lying if he said he wasn't expecting some sort of lashing out. Thankfully, or maybe not, none of that happened. Getting into a fight on his first day of school would have been quite the achievement. He shrugged and massaged his knuckles, rubbing coarse palms to scarred joints, feeling the coldness of both melting together. The student brought his left hand to his mouth and bit at the tip of his index finger's nail, squinting at the acid taste of nail polish on his mouth.

The stranger wasn't directly looking at him, but it was the most interaction he'd managed to get from him. A barely-audible sentence that didn't really answer his question directly. Impressive. A pair of palms, looking less like the hands of a mannequin and more like actual, human hands, floating disturbingly next to the student's head, gave the boy a round of congratulatory applause, underlined by Boston's irritated glare. They disappeared shortly after. "Great, so I'm going to assume you go there. And I hope not all of you are like this, jeez. I'm not going to a mental asylum any time soon." the student averted his gaze and rolled his eyes.

Standing around wasn't something he did, nor did he care much for the cleanliness of his clothes. He lowered himself to the ground, crossing his legs over each other. "You guys're supposed to be at the ceremony." he pointed out flatly when the rustle of leaves under him had settled.
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PostSubject: Re: Ref:rain [open]   Sun Sep 16, 2018 4:34 am

Barely swooping down to pick up his headphones, the return of mocking applause ended in another racket of throbs, lying in a blacked-out room and waiting and waiting for the punishment to be over. He raised his head. A wake of crumpled foliage crunched against an unfamiliar weight, enticing translucent sapphire orbs toward their prattles. So quiet, so distant, so difficult to hear as a tourist browsing the world through an empty shell. Another student...? Clearly, he was expecting a response, but Ha-neul wrung his trembling hands as they spread like pale starfish, the words and thoughts stolen from his head by a phantom thief.

He would have an odd expression running its way through his features in the way a nervous sewing machine was unable to hold its tongue, but some would say that people could invoke more emotions out of a bitter cold stone. The depths of his gaze seemed thoughtful, almost pensive. Ha-neul leaned back slightly and gave a silent shrug. His tongue held itself from pointing out that the other boy - too - should be in the faceless sea of people, lulled into the discordant ensemble of incompatible music.
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PostSubject: Re: Ref:rain [open]   Sun Sep 16, 2018 6:58 am

Silence. Again. Boston blinked slowly, his chapped lips, almost the same color as his pale face, pulled into an exasperate grimace. His eyes averted from the boy's, his gaze too vacant, too distant for comfort. They focused themselves anywhere but to the other's face, studying his clothes and the unusual-looking instrument he was carrying. He'd seen violins in his life, but none of them looked like... this. Not to mention that he could plug headphones in it. Maybe he'd ask about it later, if he managed to loosen the stranger's tongue.

He traced an absent pattern in the leaves with one hand, rubbing at his tired face with the other. "You really don't talk much, do you?" he mumbled through his palm. "I mean it's better than some fucking rambler who doesn't shut up, don't get me wrong." Boston added, but he didn't think it was the need. He couldn't see the guy just up and becoming talkative all of a sudden. His voice was too light, to feeble, it made him feel like he was about to shatter if he spoke for too long. As if he were made of glass. Perhaps he was the exact opposite here, something akin to sandpaper.

"So, uh, you got a name? I'd imagine you prefer that to being called 'freak'." the Winter offered instead, taking his hand away from his face and propping it to the ground. This was... weird. He wasn't good at talking to people. At least it was better than being with the entire crowd at the assembly.
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PostSubject: Re: Ref:rain [open]   Sun Sep 16, 2018 7:39 am

Headphones fixated back over his head, blanketing a single ear in fuzzy static. Blue eyes fell over the sable violin, mimicking the other's aversion as a bandaged thumb rigidly brushed against the polished surface, hiccuping with pauses in struck and rhyme. The opposing hand plucked at the strings and in return, the violin gave a lingering breath, listlessly swimming through the motions. Ever so often, Ha-neul would twist the knobs and test the pitch, as if his flesh had become intertwined with the instrument, unable to resist playing along to its song and dance. Parting thin lips from their thinner line, he answered with the fragile remnants of his voice, "... Kim." Hesitance, a flicker of dim defiance in the ravening dark, emptied and discarded with the roaring wind.

He bit the inside of his mouth, scarlet red seeping through the pink cavern. "You?" Common courtesy from the violent whorl of social creation, whose rules were eldritch and pregnant with never-ending mystery and only growing in tension and scarcely attached strings.
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