of like minds - kira

[Kye Maverick Abrion]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] in the end born a saint, but with every sin i still wanna be holy. i will live again. who we are isn't how we live, we are more than our bodies. if i fall, i will rise back up and relive my glory OUTFIT: clicky | TAGGED: kira | WORDS: 564 The only sound was the scratching of the charcoals over the thick paper of the notebook propped on the knees of the solemn asian male. He shifted his grip on the pencil, lightly smuging his finger over the water in an attempt to lighten it, even barely applying the charcoals, sometimes it was just to dark. He looked back up at the landscape in front of him as he was situated on the edge of the bank of the lake. Okay, so he was using his imagination a little, the trees weren't in bloom, and the grass wasn't florishing... but he'd never seen the lakeside in the spring. He moved his thumb over the painting once more, smuging it just a little more before he reverted his hold on the pencil to strengthen the darkness of the shoreline. It was peaceful here. A place where he didn't have to worry about being yelled at by his father. He sat up, eyes deftly scanning the glassy surface of the water. It really was beautiful, even as cold as it was in the middle of December. He looked back down at the drawing on his lap. It really didn't do the real landscape justice. It was so very obviously artificial. There was no life to it. He hated that. He shook his head slightly and reached up, gently pulling the paper free from the binding of the book and wadded it up lightly and set it beside him. He'd dispose of it later. He sighed as he stared at the now blank sheet of paper in front of him. Well, with his sketch of the landscape ruined, he started working on a small sketch of a deer in a meadow, though being as he'd never actually seen a real life deer, it was difficult, going off of memories of something he saw on television on the few occasions that he'd been able to watch it in peace. He paused a moment as the cold wind blew in from the lake. He shivered slightly before realizing that the drawing of the landscape was being blown away from him. "Shit," he cursed softly, getting quickly to his feet, closing the sketchbook and shifting his charcoals to the same hand as he reached out, attempting to capture the paper which seemed to be playing a game of cat and mouse with him. It blew across the faded grass faster than Kye could move in his boots, though it was caught by someone else as he rushed forward. He slowed himself as he watched the male pick it up and unwad it slowly. "My apologies," Kye stated simply, his voice sounding a little bland, even to himself, his face betraying not a sign of irritation, or even anything else. He stopped a few fit in front of the other male, watching him silently before he held out his moment. "May I have my drawing? It wasn't exactly my intention to litter..." he stated softly, voice still the same monotonous tone. The other boy was asian though, like him. That was something. "I'm Kye. What's your name?" He introduced himself easily, wondering what the other's story was vaguely. He wouldn't, of course, be so rude as to actually ask that... he wasn't anywhere near that inconsiderate. But still... he had an interesting face. DATE: December 7 - 3:00 PM NOTES: ignore the shitty word count

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[Kira Calum Lyndon]

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AND LET THE MADNESS OUT CAN I GET THE GATES UP I FEEL IT COMING ROUND I'M IN A COLD WAR WITH MYSELF AND MY NERVES OH HURRY LIKE A HOUND DOG I'LL COCK MY HEAD JUST RIGHT AND COME OFF DYSFUNCTIONALLY IN LOVE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Kira let out a soft sigh as he stared at his arm. Several lines of beads of blood lined the several cuts on his forearm. Why did he have to come here after killing himself? He wanted to die damn it. He wanted to die and not wake up in some place called New Haven. Even here Kira wasn't a happy camper. He still wished he could take his life, god knows he's tried... but nothing works. But feeling the pain does help a bit. Kira grumbled under his breath as light-headedness set in. He leaned against the wall to his apartment and waited until his living room stopped spinning. Kira knew he had to stop this, but he didn't want too. He'd get nowhere in life if he continued to be the depressed soul he was. Not that it'd really matter, it's not like he'd get any older.

The minute the room stopped spinning Kira grabbed a hoodie from his closet. He needed to get out of this house and away from the blade he almost constantly craved. He slipped on a pair of converse shoes and walked out the door, locking it behind him. Letting his teeth pull at the twisted barbell in his lip, Kira made his way down the street. He failed to make any sort of eye contact with anyone. Still to this day, he could hear the words: 'you're fucking useless.' he could feel his eyes welling up. Letting out a shuddering breath he needed to calm down. The last thing he needed was someone asking him or touching him to see if he was alright. Kira flinched almost violently when someone brushed up against his arm in passing.

Kira quickly made way towards Truman Lake. Around this time, not many people would be around today, if any. Kira failed to notice the male that was drawing away on a sketchpad. Parking his ass down on the ground, Kira wrapped his arms around his knees and stared out into water. "Wonder what would happen if I tried to drown myself" he murmured every so softly. Kira let out a shiver as a gust of wind and tightened his arms around his legs to starve off the cold. Out of his eye he spotted a crumpled ball of paper heading his way. He unwrapped it and peered at the picture. It was a beautiful picture. He tensed up when he saw someone walking towards him. "It's fine. No worries." he murmured softly, tensing even more at the tone the other man used.

He tilted his head as the man came to a complete stop. Kira pulled on the ring in his lip. His hand was a bit shaky as he handed the picture back to the other teenager. "Of course. I... It's windy. I don't think it was intentional." he voice was very soft as he broke eye contact. He let his dark eyes stay downward, his entire body was so tense it was almost like a coiled spring, coiled as tight as it could get. He tugged the sleeves of the hoodie down, feeling the wind hit a few of the exposed cuts. He head snapped upwards hearing a name. "I...I'm Kira. N-Nice to meet you Kye." he said softly, biting his lip hard enough to almost breaking the skin of his lip. He once again tugged on the sleeves of his hoodie, covering his fingers with the hoodie. He tucked a strand of hair behind his hair as he peered at Kye again. "So what brings you here today?" he asked softly, his brows furrowed in worry that he maybe asked a question he shouldn't dared to have asked.

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[Kye Maverick Abrion]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] in the end born a saint, but with every sin i still wanna be holy. i will live again. who we are isn't how we live, we are more than our bodies. if i fall, i will rise back up and relive my glory OUTFIT: clicky | TAGGED: kira | WORDS: 638 Kye noted the other's tenseness, and he took a step back away from the other male. He knew the motion, it was one he himself employed when he was uneasy. Especially around his father and older men. He got the feelting that he made the other male uneasy just by standing near him. He watched as the other male pulled on the lip in his ring. He tilted his head slightly as he watched the other, wondering how he could put the other more at ease with his presense. He reached out, gently taking the picture back as it was handed to him, careful not to touch the other as he barely grabbed the edge of the picture. "Thank you," he replied softly, crumpling the paper back up and pushing it into the pocket of his coat as he watched the other male. "It is windy out... much more so than I thought that it was going to be today." Which only messed up his plan to get away from his Reaper. He needed to get a job so he could get his own place and get out of his Reaper's house. He watched as the other looked down away from him and turned his own attention away from him, not wishing to cause the other unnessecery unease. He was also watching as the other continuously pulled his sleeves down and then actually gave him a name. He didn't meet the other's gaze as his head came up again. "I like that name, Kira..." he stated softly, face still stoic. He glanced up at the other male and noticed he was biting his lip rather hard. "You're going to bite your lip off if you keep doing that, you know," he said softly. "That'd be an awful shame..." He shrugged at the other's question. "Just wanted to get away from my Reaper, I guess. I haven't had the chance to get an apartment of my own yet," he said softly. "And I don't like the way that people look at me as a general rule, I didn't think anyone would be around the lake in December." But this male was barely looking at him at all. "I don't do well in crowds... but perhaps it could be a good thing that I'm not completely on my own." That was all he'd need, would be for some random guy to come by and try and rape him with no one around. He hated the way people looked at him. It was why he tried to hide behind his make-up. It was a conflicting notion. He didn't want his imperfections to show, yet he didn't like for people to look at him like he was some sort of sex object. He closed his eyes slightly before opening them and looking out over the lake once more before slowly sinking down to sit on the ground beside of Kira, pulling his knees up in a similar position to what the other had been in, wrapping his arms around his knees once his sketchbook was sandwiched between his legs and his chest. "Do you mind me asking why you are out here?" he asked softly, keeping his eyes on the smooth, glassy surface of the lake. Perhaps it would just be better not to look at him, since that seemed to make him uneasy. It really was quite peaceful out here if he really thought to look at it. He glanced from the corner of his eye towards the other male. He really was pretty, but Kye knew he didn't like to be gawked at, so he didn't need to gawk at Kira. DATE: December 7 - 3:00 PM NOTES:

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