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[Takahashi Kaimu]

Everything Kaimu experienced had a way of embedding itself in his brain, whether he wanted it to or not. It was all there, from the information in his textbooks to the font style of the text itself. Conveniently, this meant that Kai rarely needed to study for anything, giving him an excess of free time that he, after just arriving at the school, had no idea what to do with. However, once Kai found the art rooms, it suddenly seemed as if all the time in the world wouldn't be enough. Paints, pens, pencils, charcoal, pastels, all the art supplies that Kai could possibly imagine, and more adorned the shelves and drawers along the walls. All of these items -- and with such a large quantity, too -- seemed like a wonderland to the boy who used to save up whatever extra money he could earn just for one notepad and a few pencils.

Today Kai had grabbed a canvas and paints, sat down atop a table, and started swirling blue, green, and grey colors around with his fingers. Although his memory now is spectacular, it's nonexistent prior to four years ago. There's just... nothing... But the more he searches his memory, the more he thinks of the murky depths of the ocean tossing and churning about his body. Struggling to stay away from the suffocating darkness of the deep... The scene haunts all of his nightmares, but that doesn't stop him from painting it.

Kai's fingers dance across the canvas, reconstructing the jigsaw of memories and dreams: waves, foam, darkness, light, and debris. His mind was so enthralled that he nearly overlooked the person who just entered. Suddenly glancing up from his work with an expression of slight surprise, Kai smiled apologetically. "Sorry, am I in your way? I can move." He was, after all, taking up an entire table, and many of the students here thought they owned the school more than the scholarship students. Kai didn't mind much... as long as he had at least a little privilege. A little freedom. That was all he needed to be happy.

[SAKURAI NORIKO]

[atrb=valign, top] bitches. how refined of her to think. how dare they not acknowledge her! it was just, ugh. she just couldn't stand it! like really. how dare they not know who she was! she was definitely important, right? so unless they were living under a rock or something then there was definitely no way they couldn't know her right? er. well. so to speak. it wasn't like she really came from old money or ... or new money either. but she wasn't exactly a scholarship student either. but she wasn't poor! ugh. did that even make any sense? probably not. her slender hands went to her face, obscuring her face from view as the pink haired woman stamped down the hallways in annoyance. besides, e- even if she didn't have a background or anything like that. it shouldn't have mattered right? like, they shouldn't have looked down on her or. or whatever. because it wasn't like she wasn't super important too! just you know. maybe not kidnap worthy important. which she was definitely as in d e f i n i t e l y cool with. who wanted to get kidnapped by someone anyway? er. well, maybe those really crazy types of people. nothing that she hadn't run to at least once before. ugh, whatever. heels clacking against the ground, she let her arms fall back to her sides as she looked for any signs of the art room. she was supposed to pick up some supplies for the others to use and make a banner with or something. she didn't see why she had to go get it but whatever. she had lost the rock-paper-scissors match fair and square. sort of. she was still pretty convinced they cheated by all doing paper when she did rock. how did they even guess those things anyway? ugh. whatever. not like it really mattered right now. she was already there anyway. noriko turned the door knob, lips parting to ask for the teacher. yet. she found no one. had she showed up one minute too early or something? because from what she knew, there was supposed to be a teacher there and they were supposed to have left her some paints or something. and quite frankly, she hadn't the faintest notion of where to locate much of anything. but instead of a teacher, she had instead found another student. so to speak. she really couldn't tell. the piercings definitely threw her off. weren't most of the kids at this school super like. sophisticated and whatever? it was supposed to be a no-no to get stuff like holes it into your face, right? or maybe he was one of those infamous scholarship students that she had heard so much about but saw so little of. or maybe it was just a rebellious phase or something. and what was with that blue hair anyway? not that she supposed she could say she was much better off. she was ... well. bubblegum pink so that probably didn't save her case much either. oh. crap. his lips were moving. that meant he was talking. a confused expression crossed her face for a moment, the hostess nearly thrown off guard. w- whatever the case was! she really couldn't let him think she was like stupid or whatever for not replying. especially if he was some scholarship student or something. that meant that they were smart. as in smarter than her. "um," she finally said, coughing a bit nervously. geez, what was she getting all thrown off guard for anyway. noriko merely shook her head, offering a very slight smile in reply. "nah, i probably won't be here for very long so you go ahead.

[/color]" so much for sophisticated. she took a few steps inside, pulling the door shut behind her before peeking at just exactly what the stranger was doing anyway. kids in the art classroom had to be some sort of artsy fartsy after all. ooh. blue! lots and lots of blue. she was more of a pink person herself but. you know. to each his own.

"that's pretty cool. i can't really draw or anything so take it as you'd like, i guess."
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words: 696!
tags: ice's prince kai!
notes: i'm so tired i can't even.
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