The R's~
Location: Rooftop on Campus
Characters: Riku apathetic_dark and Roxas emo_paints
Status: Complete
Warnings: Riku being prickly?
Riku wasn't terribly concerned with his lunchtime company, difficult to avoid as the small army was getting. Status seeking social climbers were one thing in small groups but once they started expanding into some kind of organization. It got annoying when they seemed ot have acquired rank and standing or even squabbled over sitting by him. Most of them were damn rich snobs themselves so currying his favor couldn't really benefit them at all where Riku was concerned.
Thus the why did not occur to him at all. Rather than theorize he chose to avoid them when he got the chance, finding a place he was aware that very few had actually found him at. Which was fine enough by him. If he could eat in peace and not be watched by the Dark Hoarde, that was fabulous.
Lunch. Just another poor excuse to see in what standing an individual would reside in concern by the social ladder. A necessity Roxas didn't find entirely necessary, and fortunately, wasn't included in. He never once considered to whom his company would consist of, nor did he question if there could be better, as more often than not, he spent the brief period alone. It wasn't particularly lonely in the eyes of the youth, and though there were those times he discovered himself in a small party, the blonde didn't frequently engage himself with conversation. He was an observer, a listener.
It was likely such an incident that he found himself wandering, lunch in hand with his drawing pad tucked beneath his arm. It was still fairly early in the year, and already he had received a challenging project from the art division of the school. It wasn't exactly difficult... But rather time-concerning, and had some details he had yet to fully analyze with the retrospect of limited resources. So as of now, he was out to consider his focus, the provided meal a simple reminder of something he should be doing.. But wasn't. He could only hope the previous location of choice was just as preoccupied as it had been times before.. But it was so desolate, who would notice it?
Although he might've liked the lack of people he did have to wonder at the birds that were inclined to hop around. Crows were rather discordant, loud creatures and fairly bold as they would sit there leering at him until he tossed something that would pass as food. He didn't care highly about losing half his lunch, since he wasn't that hungry anyway, but the creatures still cackled obnoxiously. Oh well. Better than listening to far more people doing the same thing but not realizing how annoying they really were.
People were like that. Some weren't, others were. School was some miniature version of the corporate world. The most annoying people possible grouped together for several hours without cease. Then there were the various cliques, clubs, groups, social circles and derivations. All of it was just annoying. Between birds that made ugly sounds and people who were ugly underneath their expensive clothes, Riku would opt for the birds. Even if he probably was just as petty as anyone else.
When it came to the hidden ugliness of the world, Roxas could have shared a similar sentiment, save it would include a certain collection of individuals that may have otherwise been overlooked. With his gradual journey toward his destination, mind calmed with a thought of slight peace, his footfalls came to an inevitable stop as his attention focused upon a single character. And though he was in no means near this person, he didn't have to wander any nearer to recognize him.
An upperclassmen, commonly known as Riku, though with some obnoxious variations, depending on the company. It was strange to see him without a surrounding hoarde or gathering, and almost cautiously, the blonde couldn't resist the slight temptation to look about for his legion. And yet finding they were indeed alone, he shoved aside his slight disappointment, figuring the likelihood that this would happen. Was he jealous? Hardly. Disgusted seemed far more the term; Riku was everything anyone could ever want to be. Popular, good looking, and to some aspect or another, likely intelligent. Perfect smile, perfect looks, perfect everything.. Pity it was all entirely fake. Thus, with a slight roll of his eyes, and with no desire to present himself to this beacon of whathavenot, Roxas took a short leave thereof, finding another location just as isolated as the first... Though it wasn't as promising.
Being watched rather openly wasn't unusual for Riku but at the same time he didn't find himself entirely concerned. Some blonde guy from wherever. He'd probably seen him but he tried not to get too used to any of the people around him at school since many were of the same sort on the inside. Everyone was out for themselves and he wouldn't pretend that he was any different.
Of course it might've been different to feel the guy was glaring hate at him. That wasn't something that Riku would deem impossible, not by far, but it was still odd for someone to wander out to this location to leer at him and then wander back into anonymity. Perhaps he was really just that bored. Or another weirdo fan. Either or both. He didn't find himself caring much, though amused when the crows started harassing the blonde instead of him. After all he didn't have anything they wanted anymore.
Roxas didn't supply concern when he found the crows distracted with his person, finding the immense possibility they had simply grown bored with a fake and desired for another company; sloppy seconds or not, the blonde paid them little mind as he had already indulged himself with self-distraction. The matter of the art project was definitely looming high over his head, and no amount of distasteful presences would derail him from the desired activity.
With his art pad spread across his lap, and the pencil moving absently across the page, the blonde managed to provide a slight air of serenity, entirely lost within the region of his thoughts. In an absent nature, he fed the majority of his lunch to the crows, littering the page with their various figures, as well as another individual as well. But his face had slipped upon the paper without his initial notice, and as he paused to brush the remains from his hands, Roxas wasn't sure if he should be amused, or revolted. Between the four corners of bordering crows resided the figure who had claimed his spot, first a sketch at distance, then a detailed profile... Interesting. Right. As though Riku could be anything of particular interest. Maybe he'd simply sell it off to one of his lackeys.. He was sure someone would squeeze themselves silly to have it.
Something about the blonde's strange attention immediately left Riku with a desire to wander off. He didn't find himself offended when others openly hated him and certainly was under no distress to find himself with a blonde harbinger leering him down now and then, but he didn't find any interest in the observation at all. If the guy wanted something to look at he could easily become audience to someone else.
And so slipping from his perch he made it a point to be certain that he would not have the same company again--if only the idiot brigade would take such hints instead of pretending he was being terribly witty--he walked up to the blonde and looked over his shoulder at whatever he'd been scribbling, pointedly looming as most resented the action. "My, small wonder they use cameras. Hope you're not relying on art for your future~" He sounded ever so pleasant, and pretending the guy had no talent was as easy as charming some idiot into thinking he was the greatest thing ever. "Now thw real question is; do I call you Lord of Scribles, or the Starving Artist?"
Somehow, Roxas had some failed idea that Riku was likely to join his company at one time or another, but he didn't think he'd be so easily blessed by this small misfortunate. However, hearing him speak, he took a delayed instant to react, only to slowly fold his drawing pad into its proper position before he desired to stand. Still silent in his resolve, he quietly brushed the dirt from his pants with an idle pat, gaze temporarily downcast to the action; the male was no particular threat to him, and if he thought he was being cute with his wit... He was sadly mistaken.
"Is it common practice for you to be so fake?" he asked, supplying Riku a glance as the pad fell back against his side. Expression neutral, he regarded him at length before he thought to continue. "You have a lot in common with a painting, you know.. You're a mere replica, an imposter, a mistake for a masterpiece. Call me what you will, your words don't phase me..." He gave a pale shrug at that, as he turned to leave, finding Riku's presence to be a poison to his mood. Had he wanted to find ill company, he would have remained at the school... And here he thought he may have been able to at least pretend to stomach it.
"Go waste your time on your lackeys. I'm sure they can admire your plastic themselves."
"Women are the ones with the plastic. Failed anatomy too, I see. What a combination." Riku's response was more or less automatic, though internally he was quite pleased with the fact that he was indeed despised. It meant one less fool trying for attentions that were never going to focus upon anyone, one less idiot with aspirations toward social advances. And better off that way. One less for him to deal with.
Satisfied that he was utterly repellant to the blonde he considered that a small victory and stuck his hands in his pockets, about-facing and headed in the opposite direction. Of course, he paused to be sure he stuck a nail in that coffin. Some people were remarkably resilient, much to his chagrin. "If my words had no effect, you'd have said nothing, not retorted." He cast blandly, gaze shifting back to the pavement before him as he headed toward yet another classroom where he'd have to beat people off with sharp sticks.
Roxas failed to supply further commentary; as much would likely encourage conversation, and having already identified the fact Riku was nothing but a disgusting imposter for humanity to slave over, he certainly didn't want to keep company with him. And though he listened, he kept a neutral expression, gaze drifting to his art-pad with bland consideration. It was a bit disappointing he hadn't managed to come up with a solution for the problem, at least that of an appropriate model - save those already provided from the art chapter.
Casting a glance over his shoulder at the other male following his second remark, his brow furrowed in slight before he'd turn back to his proper position, and allowed Riku's leave with silence. He failed to move for quite some time, even after the bell had rung signaling everyone's return to class, his focus instead upon the crows as they crowded around his feet. With an utter start, they took the sky as his gaze watched their retreat, and his grip upon his sketch-pad tightened. He pressed onward toward class then, pleased to find himself in the other building, rather than soiled with the mere presence of the other male; and what he had regarded with pale confusion at first returned with clarification. Drawing Riku amongst a branch of crows didn't seem so strange now... Both were scavengers, and to some level or another, detested by those who admired them. But what it was Riku may have been searching for.. He'd have to decide later.
Characters: Riku apathetic_dark and Roxas emo_paints
Status: Complete
Warnings: Riku being prickly?
Riku wasn't terribly concerned with his lunchtime company, difficult to avoid as the small army was getting. Status seeking social climbers were one thing in small groups but once they started expanding into some kind of organization. It got annoying when they seemed ot have acquired rank and standing or even squabbled over sitting by him. Most of them were damn rich snobs themselves so currying his favor couldn't really benefit them at all where Riku was concerned.
Thus the why did not occur to him at all. Rather than theorize he chose to avoid them when he got the chance, finding a place he was aware that very few had actually found him at. Which was fine enough by him. If he could eat in peace and not be watched by the Dark Hoarde, that was fabulous.
Lunch. Just another poor excuse to see in what standing an individual would reside in concern by the social ladder. A necessity Roxas didn't find entirely necessary, and fortunately, wasn't included in. He never once considered to whom his company would consist of, nor did he question if there could be better, as more often than not, he spent the brief period alone. It wasn't particularly lonely in the eyes of the youth, and though there were those times he discovered himself in a small party, the blonde didn't frequently engage himself with conversation. He was an observer, a listener.
It was likely such an incident that he found himself wandering, lunch in hand with his drawing pad tucked beneath his arm. It was still fairly early in the year, and already he had received a challenging project from the art division of the school. It wasn't exactly difficult... But rather time-concerning, and had some details he had yet to fully analyze with the retrospect of limited resources. So as of now, he was out to consider his focus, the provided meal a simple reminder of something he should be doing.. But wasn't. He could only hope the previous location of choice was just as preoccupied as it had been times before.. But it was so desolate, who would notice it?
Although he might've liked the lack of people he did have to wonder at the birds that were inclined to hop around. Crows were rather discordant, loud creatures and fairly bold as they would sit there leering at him until he tossed something that would pass as food. He didn't care highly about losing half his lunch, since he wasn't that hungry anyway, but the creatures still cackled obnoxiously. Oh well. Better than listening to far more people doing the same thing but not realizing how annoying they really were.
People were like that. Some weren't, others were. School was some miniature version of the corporate world. The most annoying people possible grouped together for several hours without cease. Then there were the various cliques, clubs, groups, social circles and derivations. All of it was just annoying. Between birds that made ugly sounds and people who were ugly underneath their expensive clothes, Riku would opt for the birds. Even if he probably was just as petty as anyone else.
When it came to the hidden ugliness of the world, Roxas could have shared a similar sentiment, save it would include a certain collection of individuals that may have otherwise been overlooked. With his gradual journey toward his destination, mind calmed with a thought of slight peace, his footfalls came to an inevitable stop as his attention focused upon a single character. And though he was in no means near this person, he didn't have to wander any nearer to recognize him.
An upperclassmen, commonly known as Riku, though with some obnoxious variations, depending on the company. It was strange to see him without a surrounding hoarde or gathering, and almost cautiously, the blonde couldn't resist the slight temptation to look about for his legion. And yet finding they were indeed alone, he shoved aside his slight disappointment, figuring the likelihood that this would happen. Was he jealous? Hardly. Disgusted seemed far more the term; Riku was everything anyone could ever want to be. Popular, good looking, and to some aspect or another, likely intelligent. Perfect smile, perfect looks, perfect everything.. Pity it was all entirely fake. Thus, with a slight roll of his eyes, and with no desire to present himself to this beacon of whathavenot, Roxas took a short leave thereof, finding another location just as isolated as the first... Though it wasn't as promising.
Being watched rather openly wasn't unusual for Riku but at the same time he didn't find himself entirely concerned. Some blonde guy from wherever. He'd probably seen him but he tried not to get too used to any of the people around him at school since many were of the same sort on the inside. Everyone was out for themselves and he wouldn't pretend that he was any different.
Of course it might've been different to feel the guy was glaring hate at him. That wasn't something that Riku would deem impossible, not by far, but it was still odd for someone to wander out to this location to leer at him and then wander back into anonymity. Perhaps he was really just that bored. Or another weirdo fan. Either or both. He didn't find himself caring much, though amused when the crows started harassing the blonde instead of him. After all he didn't have anything they wanted anymore.
Roxas didn't supply concern when he found the crows distracted with his person, finding the immense possibility they had simply grown bored with a fake and desired for another company; sloppy seconds or not, the blonde paid them little mind as he had already indulged himself with self-distraction. The matter of the art project was definitely looming high over his head, and no amount of distasteful presences would derail him from the desired activity.
With his art pad spread across his lap, and the pencil moving absently across the page, the blonde managed to provide a slight air of serenity, entirely lost within the region of his thoughts. In an absent nature, he fed the majority of his lunch to the crows, littering the page with their various figures, as well as another individual as well. But his face had slipped upon the paper without his initial notice, and as he paused to brush the remains from his hands, Roxas wasn't sure if he should be amused, or revolted. Between the four corners of bordering crows resided the figure who had claimed his spot, first a sketch at distance, then a detailed profile... Interesting. Right. As though Riku could be anything of particular interest. Maybe he'd simply sell it off to one of his lackeys.. He was sure someone would squeeze themselves silly to have it.
Something about the blonde's strange attention immediately left Riku with a desire to wander off. He didn't find himself offended when others openly hated him and certainly was under no distress to find himself with a blonde harbinger leering him down now and then, but he didn't find any interest in the observation at all. If the guy wanted something to look at he could easily become audience to someone else.
And so slipping from his perch he made it a point to be certain that he would not have the same company again--if only the idiot brigade would take such hints instead of pretending he was being terribly witty--he walked up to the blonde and looked over his shoulder at whatever he'd been scribbling, pointedly looming as most resented the action. "My, small wonder they use cameras. Hope you're not relying on art for your future~" He sounded ever so pleasant, and pretending the guy had no talent was as easy as charming some idiot into thinking he was the greatest thing ever. "Now thw real question is; do I call you Lord of Scribles, or the Starving Artist?"
Somehow, Roxas had some failed idea that Riku was likely to join his company at one time or another, but he didn't think he'd be so easily blessed by this small misfortunate. However, hearing him speak, he took a delayed instant to react, only to slowly fold his drawing pad into its proper position before he desired to stand. Still silent in his resolve, he quietly brushed the dirt from his pants with an idle pat, gaze temporarily downcast to the action; the male was no particular threat to him, and if he thought he was being cute with his wit... He was sadly mistaken.
"Is it common practice for you to be so fake?" he asked, supplying Riku a glance as the pad fell back against his side. Expression neutral, he regarded him at length before he thought to continue. "You have a lot in common with a painting, you know.. You're a mere replica, an imposter, a mistake for a masterpiece. Call me what you will, your words don't phase me..." He gave a pale shrug at that, as he turned to leave, finding Riku's presence to be a poison to his mood. Had he wanted to find ill company, he would have remained at the school... And here he thought he may have been able to at least pretend to stomach it.
"Go waste your time on your lackeys. I'm sure they can admire your plastic themselves."
"Women are the ones with the plastic. Failed anatomy too, I see. What a combination." Riku's response was more or less automatic, though internally he was quite pleased with the fact that he was indeed despised. It meant one less fool trying for attentions that were never going to focus upon anyone, one less idiot with aspirations toward social advances. And better off that way. One less for him to deal with.
Satisfied that he was utterly repellant to the blonde he considered that a small victory and stuck his hands in his pockets, about-facing and headed in the opposite direction. Of course, he paused to be sure he stuck a nail in that coffin. Some people were remarkably resilient, much to his chagrin. "If my words had no effect, you'd have said nothing, not retorted." He cast blandly, gaze shifting back to the pavement before him as he headed toward yet another classroom where he'd have to beat people off with sharp sticks.
Roxas failed to supply further commentary; as much would likely encourage conversation, and having already identified the fact Riku was nothing but a disgusting imposter for humanity to slave over, he certainly didn't want to keep company with him. And though he listened, he kept a neutral expression, gaze drifting to his art-pad with bland consideration. It was a bit disappointing he hadn't managed to come up with a solution for the problem, at least that of an appropriate model - save those already provided from the art chapter.
Casting a glance over his shoulder at the other male following his second remark, his brow furrowed in slight before he'd turn back to his proper position, and allowed Riku's leave with silence. He failed to move for quite some time, even after the bell had rung signaling everyone's return to class, his focus instead upon the crows as they crowded around his feet. With an utter start, they took the sky as his gaze watched their retreat, and his grip upon his sketch-pad tightened. He pressed onward toward class then, pleased to find himself in the other building, rather than soiled with the mere presence of the other male; and what he had regarded with pale confusion at first returned with clarification. Drawing Riku amongst a branch of crows didn't seem so strange now... Both were scavengers, and to some level or another, detested by those who admired them. But what it was Riku may have been searching for.. He'd have to decide later.