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Post by saintsergio on Mar 3, 2009 11:33:52 GMT 9
Headphones on, music blaring, iPod in his pocket and a camera in his hand. He was on his off period and taking pictures of random things, trying to get some sort of inspiration. Sure, it was summer, but the best time to take beautiful pictures was in the spring. When everything was just coming out and blooming. Wildlife thrived. ....And he could take pictures of all sorts of things and not get in trouble for it.
His current object of interest, was a coke can left on a picnic table by someone, the condensation sliding down the aluminum slowly. Hiromitsu would probably get blamed for it, but this was to pretty to pass up. Frown tugging on his lip, he shifted his angle, getting closer. He wanted to get the light on the liquid, so he'd have a good reflection, but there was no such luck. The trees were blocking most of the sun and he really didn't want to move the can. He'd get his hand wet, on top of removing some of the condensation. Bummer both ways.
Snapping a few more shots, he let his camera fall around his neck and huffed heavily, pushing the glasses up on his face and pushing his streaked bangs out of his eyes. He sat down on the table, head bobbing to the music, pulling his braid over his shoulder to take out the tie. He was planning on re braiding it completely. So, both ties came out, leaving his hair down, about mid-back length and full of blue and green colors that blended together with the bleached blond.
"Aaugh..." Summer was hot, his allergies flared, and it showed in his red eyes and sneezing; which he was currently doing. Three sneezes in a row, he sniffled hard and and pushed his hair out of his face. Great. Now it was knotted and he hated it. And he didn't have his bag with his brush in it. Throwing his hair back in a low ponytail would have to do.
He did all this while his headphones were still on, which meant part of his hair didn't get put up, which bugged the hell out of him, but what was he supposed to do? He needed a mirror. "Guess it's time to head back in," he said with a grunt.
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Post by 一姫 on Mar 5, 2009 9:15:28 GMT 9
[-Slips in.-]
Junji was laying under one of the trees. He wasn't really supposed to be on the College campus, since he wasn't even in his last year of High School despite his age, but he wanted to rest, and this place was calm and pretty. He'd also had a few beers so the buzz and lethargy that came with it just added to his need to catnap.
The idol rolled onto his back, his head propped by the mossy base of the tree, one arm resting limply at his side and the other across his stomach, which was exposed because his school shirt had ridden up. He groaned lightly as the wind blew lightly across his skin, his legs stretching outward to extend to full length instead of bent up like they had been.
It was pretty risky, laying here drunk and in his school uniform, but of course being Jun he really didn't care, in-fact it was a thrill to do things he knew he shouldn't. He smirked though his eyes were still closed.
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Post by saintsergio on Mar 5, 2009 13:58:39 GMT 9
A flash of something caught his eye as he turned around to toss the can away. Blinking when he saw a pair of legs and hips, he put the can back down and picked up his camera, snapping a picture. Those pants weren't of his school. ....Wasn't that a high school uniform?
He walked over, closer, attempting to sneak. Yes, a bleach blond attempting to sneak could go one of two ways, depending on how perceptive the other party was. He saw the full figure, finally as he leaned around, hands resting on the tree trunk and arched a brow.
"Kid.. You're on the wrong campus, I think." Hiromitsu said, coming to stand at the other's feet, hands on his hips. His glasses were hanging down around his neck, blue and green streaked bangs blowing with the summer wind, and a confused expression on his face. "Come on. Get up. I guess I'll have to escorte you or something, in case one of the teachers come out..."
He was already trying to think of excuses, all of which could be used and sound valid. Mimi was a good liar that way.
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Post by 一姫 on Mar 6, 2009 0:01:32 GMT 9
Junji was oblivious to anything around him until he heard the voice, having been lost in his own little world until then. He jumped and snapped his eyes open before they lidded again as he stared up at the older youth. “I know exactly where I am.” He cracked a grin and pushed himself to a sitting position, leaning on his hands after doing so, his head tilting.
“I'm old enough not to need an escort, but that place, my school, is so boring! I can't even get any sleep there.” He groaned and put his head into his hand. Junji stood up and swayed a little bit, laughing to himself at his lack of composure, not that it really mattered, no-one knew the face of RAIN and so he didn't have to worry about a scandal. “Nice hair.” He said as he pulled out his pack of cigarettes and placed one of the black sticks between his lips, lighting it with a sigh. He wasn't being sarcastic or anything, he really did like the guys hair.
“Did you do it yourself, or go to a stylist?” He spoke around his cigarette before pulling it from between his lips to let the smoke rise lazily from between them. He wanted more beer, wondered if he smelled of alcohol or just his designer cologne. Or a mixture of both plus his cigarettes. He was avoiding the point of leaving the campus, he was fine where he was and didn't want to go.
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Post by saintsergio on Mar 6, 2009 0:42:53 GMT 9
The other guy reeked of alcohol and some perfume of sorts. Combined with the cigarettes, Mimi wrinkled his nose and had to turn his head when the other breathed out the smoke. Yes, Mimi smoked, but it was the light ones that didn't reek as bad as the black ones seemed to.
A hand snatched out and took the fag, tossed it on the ground and put it out with his foot before rolling his eyes. Were all the new high schoolers like this? "I went to a stylist for the bleach, but the streaks are mine." He was already getting impatient with the younger. Snorting a little, he shook his head and sighed.
He knew not of the idol, he didn't really look at model magazines or anything. He looked at the ones strictly for photography. He had to admit, though, that this younger teen was really pretty. In that teenage sort of way. "...." he sighed, giving up on his speech about school isn't for sleeping. He did the same in his high school years.
".....Well, if you're caught, you'll be in trouble with -your- school, won't you?"
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Post by 一姫 on Mar 6, 2009 1:24:11 GMT 9
Jun blinked as his cigarette was snatched from his hand, tilting his head down to look on as it was smothered beneath the other males foot. “Oi... I'm almost old enough to smoke so why'd you have to do that!?” He huffed a little irritated at the loss of his nicotine fix. He shoved his hands in his pockets and sighed heavily, closing his eyes and letting his brows furrow ever so slightly. “You got guts doin' that though. I'd be too scared of my hair snapping off real short or somethin.” He let the incident with his cig go, it wasn't like he was poor enough to worry about hos many he used.
“If I get into trouble, it doesn't matter much.” He shrugged slightly, not that he would... his father would make sure of that. Even if the school didn't know that he was the voice of the 2D idol RAIN, it didn't matter since his father always donated large sums of money. “Hey...” He tilted his head and extended his hand, Junji was the type to do what he wanted when he wanted, although he wasn't really a bad person at all, his fingers snagged the ends of the other males hair which had been hastily pulled into a ponytail. “It's pretty soft for bleached hair.”
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Post by saintsergio on Mar 7, 2009 1:13:38 GMT 9
"Of course my hair's soft..." he said in a gentle tone, smiling as he gently pulled the other's hand from his hair. Sure, he was used to people touching it, he just... didn't like it. Not unless it was family or a very close friend. Mimi's own hand went out to touch the idol's hair, feeling the softness of it and gave a chuckle. "Your's isn't so bad either, you know."
He ignored the question about smoking and then shook his head, pushing bangs out of his face again. "Ok, if you don't want to go to school... since you're obviously drunk, or buzzed, let me escort you home?" Really, leaving a buzzed youngster by himself wasn't a good idea. Especially if he got lost and headed towards the host streets, or the love hotels. No telling what kind of pervert was there.
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Post by 一姫 on Mar 7, 2009 3:43:42 GMT 9
He laughed a little as his hand was pulled away, though he wasn't expecting the smile. Jun gave a grin of his own and tilted his head as his own light brown hair was touched. "Yeah, that's cuz mines completely natural. Only thing that touches it is styling products and conditioner!" He said in a pleased tone and shoving his hands into the pockets of his school pants. Which he liked to wear fitted instead of the usual slightly baggy style that the other students seemed to prefer.
"I don't do drugs, if that's what you mean by buzzed. I'm just a bit tipsy!" He said with a wave of his hand, before leaning over and wrapping his arm around the other males shoulder in an overly friendly manner. After all, Junji was a very touchy feely, friendly drunk person. He loved hugs and the like, sometimes tickling people was amusing and always in good humor.
Once or twice he'd tried it on with a few girls and got shot down, and there was that time with Nishi... He blushed as he remembered it and shook his head, he had to forget about that. Nishi was in the public eye too much, even though they were both idols. He couldn't keep pursuing the other teenager, because it would cause problems for him. Right?
He leaned against Hiromitsu and pulled out his student handbook from his back pocket, his bag was in his locker at school so he didn't have to worry about that. "Here's my address. So... I'm counting on you to take care of me." He grinned cheekily at that.
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Post by saintsergio on Mar 9, 2009 21:06:36 GMT 9
So the cheeky high schooler wouldn't even help get himself home. How irritating. Pushing up his glasses, he took the handbook and flipped to figure out where the guy lived. Rolling his eyes, he looked to the other and snorted. "Your this far from school and home?" He said, arm wrapping around the drunks waist as he started to haul him towards the campus entrance.
Truly, the other had a thin waist, and it felt kind of nice to hold him like this, but he was hardly legal yet. Mimi shouldn't be thinking like that anyway. "So you're Mironov Junji, hm? Well, Mironov-chan, I'll get you home, but I will not take the blame if your parents are there and say I got you drunk." He'd explain that the high school kid wandered onto his campus already drunk.
"Since I know your name, you probably want to know mine, right? Call me Mimi."
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Post by 一姫 on Mar 10, 2009 1:40:43 GMT 9
Junji wrapped an arm over the other males shoulder as he was tugged along. He could walk just fine, but he'd play that he couldn't since being near another body felt good to him. He sent out a small laugh at the parent thing. "Yeah, that's my name... just call me Miroppi though. Most people do." He waved his hand slightly.
"As for my parents, you don't have to worry, since I live alone. Which is probably a good thing since the apartment is so small." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Mimi, huh.... thats cute." He grinned as he leaned on the other boy while they walked along.
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Post by 一姫 on May 18, 2009 20:24:29 GMT 9
Since this thread has been dead for over TWO months. It is now being locked and the characters within it freed up for posting in different threads.
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