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Welcome delinquents to PHS #552. A few reminders, no rough housing, no running in the hallways, no cheating, and no talking back to your teachers. Beyond that, enjoy yourselves. After all these are the years you’ll look back on, and remember, you mother fuckers peaked too early.
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Public Highschool #552 was rebooted by Xereon and Aether. Content is copyrighted to PHS #552 unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney and has been heavily edited. Banner Image Credit. Chatbox Credit
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COME IN COME ALL AND WATCH THE SPECTACULAR STUDENTS FROM PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL 552 AS THEY PIT AGAINST EACH OTHER IN BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN! Watch as students go toe to toe on this little tournament with an unbelievable budget allocation! See them bite each other in arena made of LEGOS! Make each other bleed in an artificial JUNGLE!, even go as far as making them break bones under an artificial STORM! Really, HOW BIG IS THE BUDGET ON THIS SHIT! SO PLACE OUR BETS AND GO WATCH BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN NOW!
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A brand new group is on the making, The Apostles, a Pillar-like group led by none other than our brand new headmaster, Gregoire Girard. A student body that would lead students and enforce the law on this little school of ours. Little is still known about this student body, but who knows? It might just be what the school needs.
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A lunch box is seen last Friday, around 12:37:08pm with an encouraging note packed inside. This appalling display that utterly lacked manliness has left many students stunned and outrage, as some decided, after a long while, to speak out against it.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Jul 26, 2015 13:22:38 GMT -5
Siobhan inhaled a sharp breath. If she could understand why she was feeling all of these conflicting emotions, maybe then it wouldn't be a struggle to continue on without hindrance. But of course not. The heiress was very distraught, torn between grabbing Shouyo's hands and rattling off long sentences of her admiration and fondness for him, or continuing on with an air of sophistication and acting like she wasn't fazed at all. Which she was. Siobhan hesitated when removing her hands from the keys, holding in a grimace at his next words.
"We both seemed to have a problem completing a song. I liked it....reflection of warm gold... like your eyes."
It happened again. Siobhan widened her eyes, peeking at him from the corner of her eye in shock. The bleak look on his face when staring at the keys was heartbreaking. Why was it heartbreaking? Looking back down at the white and black patterned keys, Siobhan mulled over the thought. Shouyo was an out of place person simply because he was like a frozen fixture standing in the middle of summer. As if all sorts of memories and places were placed in a deep slumber, that way they never melted away. He seemed to have stumbled into the season of summer, forced to sleep incessantly to keep himself from losing those dreams like running water.
What was she even rattling on about? When had this turned into philosophy class? Shouyo was not broken ice, he was human. Even so, Siobhan wondered if all of the heat compressed within herself to create the "reflection of warm gold" in her eyes would unravel all that he was holding onto.
Shouyo surprised her again when he began playing again. Siobhan had thought he would've abandoned the piano. Her eyes lit up when he began playing the main piece. This was one she could recall. Tchaikovsky's Sleeping Beauty Waltz, something that brought back bittersweet memories. When Siobhan struggled to sleep, she would creep down the stairs of her manor, the servants twirling and washing down the ballroom with this same song playing. In fact, Siobhan had convinced one of her tutors to teach the main part to her.
Her other hand came down, pressing keys in fluttering motions. A smile of childlike glee on her face. Spinning until she had to sit down because the golden room whirled and tilted around her face, it was something she had forgotten. Turning to look at Shouyo, who had seemingly glanced at her, Siobhan gave a light laugh, trying to follow suit with his fingers when the tempo increased.
"You have good taste", Siobhan reiterated while swaying slightly in the seat to the arching noises of the piano.
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Post by Shouyo Li on Jul 27, 2015 20:45:03 GMT -5
Siobhan's existence was light like the summer breeze, but who could say for sure who she really was. Shouyo didn't know her, he doesn't plan to much either. And yet so far she's the only other person in the school that he has had a connection with that didn't involve owing any favors or having business interactions with for money. What past or secrets does she hide, but with how she is Shouyo could tell, she was quite different. Probably from a whole different world.
The music continued to fill the room, it wasn't a song that carried fond memories with Shouyo but it did carry on with him. On a spring afternoon by the piano came along another friend who taught him, his first piano duet. It was the first time he could call someone a friend. And it was a song he would always catch himself humming to this day when he got bored.
Siobhan's hand slowly descended back onto the keys. The wry grin she left after her piece made Shouyo feel like she didn't really want to play maybe. The song sounded sad to him, he wondered if those were her real emotions. So he thought, let's play something a little better. He wasn't the type to go through the effort to make up for things. But it didn't feel right either leaving it at that. He gave her a quick smile and a glance and then took his eyes to his fingers.
"Just an old tune that never left.... can you keep up?"
Shouyo muttered before taking a harder hit at the notes, increasing the tempo. Turning the light waltz into a feverish dance between two unlikely partners.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Jul 28, 2015 9:56:46 GMT -5
Siobhan laughed lightly to herself. Was that an issued challenge? Well then, time to put herself to work. Pressing the keys faster while mimicking Shouyo's movements, Siobhan found herself starting to get a feel for how the melody was playing out. She was a visual learner after all. A smile stretched her face unwarranted. This was fun. Normally fun didn't involve her, but the thrill of skipping class and competing with another to play faster was dragging up feelings she could only describe as- fun.
Siobhan found her eyes wandering more than she would like. Lifting them upwards slightly, she could see the concentration and leisure on his face. Was he having fun too? Siobhan couldn't help but think that she wanted to do this another time. Maybe another day, with him of course, there was no one else like him. She wondered if her feelings towards what she assumed was a growing relationship would be reciprocated. If they weren't that was fine, it would be another valuable lesson to tuck away. And maybe.. another fond memory.
Siobhan grew wary as they reached a certain measure when their hands were certain to cross over. Determined to not let it beat her, Siobhan lifted her wrist and began pressing closer to the tops of the keys. As long as she could keep the strong and defiant melody going, she would not be beat. Amusement crinkled the corners of her eyes. Was this the beginnings of rivalry or something else Siobhan wasn't familiar with?
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Post by Shouyo Li on Jul 28, 2015 23:25:54 GMT -5
The notes continued one after another, his fingers moved as if entranced by his own musicianship. Although his body moved as if passionate his mind thought otherwise, 'its hot here' and 'how long was this song again?' Thoughts such as those clouded over Shouyo's mind. And yet. He was still enjoying it. The sweat that slowly dripped from his forehead, the small warm breeze that barely cooled him down, and the sensation of playing with a partner. Shouyo glanced to the side to see Siobhan look at him as well, and in return he gave her a light chuckle.
As he glanced back down his hands shot harder at the keys. Suddenly the harmony and rhythm were changing. Stronger and much quicker. His long thin fingers hit each note with ease. The melody was getting strong and although in a song that was the point Shouyo wouldn't let it take the spotlight. Usually he would be fine i the shadows and yet, he was having a better time competing with the girl. At one point Shouyo's pinky grazed over hers. Instead of it being startling he merely glanced at her again with a tiny smirk. As if saying, you need to catch up.
He was focused on the notes and kept his head down buried in his thoughts. The sounds in reality were quite muffled to him. SHouyo concentrated on his movements. He could barely here the notes.
'ah this is annoying. Just go away. I should've just kept sleeping. Stop getting in my way. Let me play.'
Shouyo hit the keys one more time with force, releasing an overwhelming aura as he played. As if yelling through the piano.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Jul 29, 2015 17:18:35 GMT -5
Through her own joy at being challenged in light fun, Siobhan felt a trickle of caution lay down on her neck. The heat was stifling from it, but it made her stop concentrating so hard on trying to triumph over Shouyo, and actually listen. Louder notes filled the air with challenge but there was an undertone of urgency. Maybe irritation? Siobhan wasn't sure, but the emotion itself grew louder, competing with the duo's own playing.
Shouyo gave her a smirk, to which Siobhan reacted accordingly to the increasing tempo. Taking less time to thump down on the keys, and more to flick her fingers, she tried to read what was coming through. It was an ominous presence, one that gave Siobhan a pitted feeling. She didn't want that feeling in the midst of such a good time. And strange enough, she didn't want Shouyo to feel that way either. Inhaling slowly, taking a quick moment to close her eyes, Siobhan gathered herself up.
This time, she was pressing against the tempo, almost teasing Shouyo through the notes to follow her this time. Taking the initiative to add extra arrangements to the already heavy laden measures, Siobhan felt sweat actually bead about her brow. Was being passionate this much work? She couldn't even spare a glance toward Shouyo's own fingers. Siobhan could only hope that he would be able to follow the sound of her music out of whatever darkness he was submerging into. Listen to me, She was begging him, follow my voice.
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Post by Shouyo Li on Jul 29, 2015 23:51:31 GMT -5
It was as if the memories that persist were trying to rid of his good time. The fond memories were mocking him, as if stopping him from associating the song with another new memory. Shouyo's fingers weren't dancing but fighting. His head lowered to the keys, the sweat sliding down his forehead down to his chin. His hands felt heavy and so did keeping his head up. Was it the heat or all in his head?
Suddenly another alarm. Shouyo lifted his head up and glanced at Siobhan. Her notes seemed lighter at yet the same time heavy enough to overcome to dangerous harmony Shouyo produced. Sounds that weren't the waltz but of her own that fit perfectly like cinderella's shoe. He gave a slight smile and turned back to his fingers.
'alright I hear you.'
Shouyo's hands came back full force, strong but comforting. Finally catching back up to Siobhan's arrangement. The sounds he followed with took a nice company to hers but still differentiated. It was the sound of a young prince arguing with the princess on their way back to the castle. A friendly light hearted argument. The two were competing and yet were also each others sword to carry on through the journey.
"Hahaha what is this? This isn't a waltz at all."
Laughter escaped out of Shouyo's lips along with lighthearted words.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Jul 30, 2015 10:02:17 GMT -5
A grin split Siobhan's face. It was working! The thought was joyous and brought with it a flurry of music. She was growing tired, what was up with that? It was something she hadn't experienced before, but the trails of sweat and hot skin were proof of her strenuous work. Don't think that's going to make me give up just yet.
"Hahaha what is this? This isn't a waltz at all."
Siobhan chuckled with Shouyo's own light laughter, not even sure herself. Fumbling for an excuse, the only thing she managed to prompt up was-
"Even the best composers have to adapt and change."
Well that was a nice line of bullshit and she knew it. Blinking slowly, and nearly screwing up on the notes, Siobhan took a quick breath. Alright so words were not going to be effective right now. The best she could do was plead to Tchaikovsky to grant her permission to play the song how she would interpret it. It was the only way Siobhan could speak what she was truly meaning, and in doing so, grab Shouyo's hand and haul him out of that darkness lingering at the edges of his notes.
Shouyo had caught up with Siobhan's fierce counterattack. He was a fast learner. She had to appreciate that at least. Envisioning herself skipping ahead of Shouyo's slow, dragging pace, Siobhan whirled around on him, hands planted on her hips. Let's go, she urged. Both of them, prince and princess alike, were emerging from a dark forest of captivating memories. Their castle was already aglow in the distance. There was no need to burn the forest and cast out the darkness. In doing so would be trying to fix Shouyo and Siobhan didn't want that. She wanted to enjoy him. Which was exactly why she planned on accompanying him into the forest.
Alright, can you keep up with this?
This was not Tchaikovsky's waltz entirely anymore. It was a blurred melody line with one hand keeping up with the measures while the other was completely independent. Chopin's Ballade No.1 Op.23 blurred in with the other notes. The low keys were small undertones to the fast paced waltz. They twirled together in a mixture of quick twirls, something you couldn't even call a waltz anymore. Siobhan wished she could glance up at Shouyo, but commanding her hands to do separate melodies took up quite some conscious effort. Maybe this will get through.
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Post by Shouyo Li on Jul 31, 2015 23:50:53 GMT -5
"Even the best composers have to adapt and change."
Shouyo chuckled a little at her words. It was strong, but like a cheesy line from a movie. One that could be said by any minor character to the hero to encourage them to move on. But Shouyo was no hero in a movie. He was probably the side character himself. But in this duet both were center stage. Shouyo couldn't help notice but her fumbling notes as she spoke. Multi-tasking in this situation was probably not easy. They were in the midst of battle after all. Who needs words when they have the music to speak anyways?
That chance gave him a pathway to catch up to her. The notes were clear again, and so was her voice. His eyes were shinning.They were arguing about which road to take in the dark forest, lost and dragged in by the evil. Shouyo taking the worse route, with the princess guiding him out of the forest. Now that they were out they continued the friendly farce as they got closer and closer to their paradise. The waltz changed into something else, Chopin's ballade. Shouyo switched his hands quickly into a few basic harmonies listening for Siobhan's chords. And in a matter of seconds he came back full throttle to accompany her.
His notes weren't as noticeable. Only mere bass lines that gave a good background to the picturesque scene Siobhan was painting with the sound, but now that they were out of the forest it wasn't hard for him to shine through. Shouyo played louder then before almost nudging at her eyes saying,
Come on, you can do better than that.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Aug 1, 2015 14:51:59 GMT -5
Siobhan was faced with a grim realization that Shouyo would probably outlast her. The battle was heightening, but she was sensing the final climax. But not before she got a chance to haul this stubborn guy out by the collar of his shirt. Determination, ambition, willpower, however you called it was Siobhan's best and worst trait. She didn't know when to give up. If he was laughing at her for the small stumble over trying to speak in two different forms of communication, well challenge accepted. Siobhan was gearing up and coming full force.
Shouyo was a fast learner, probably auditory, which would explain how well he was able to accompany the mixture of Chopin's ballade and Tchaikovsky's waltz simultaneously. Half of her was genuinely impressed and the other half was a war for dominance over outrage and exasperation. This guy claimed he couldn't play? Siobhan was aware that some of the students at PHS #552 were ridiculously intelligent, but Shouyo was a prodigy.
Come on, you can do better than that.
The challenge had her indignation flaring up and Siobhan pounded the keys down. Notes shot into the air, her sound painting quicker and fiercer. No way she was going to give up now when she was too close to the edge of the forest. In the distance were the sounds of the kingdom, and just beyond it, the castle Shouyo belonged in. She wasn't giving up on him.
I'm not giving up on you.
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Post by Shouyo Li on Aug 2, 2015 23:36:32 GMT -5
Tired from the journey the prince began to slow down and take his time getting to the kingdom. No longer lost in the forest the castle was in sight so there was no fear of getting lost. And yet, the fierce princess grabbed him by the collar and was determined to make it all the way back, full force, with all the remaining power they had. 'Good enough' was perfect for the prince. Whatever minimal effort needed to complete their task was all he was going to use. But the princess couldn't have any of that. They held the power the prince lacked. In a way a perfect balance.
Shouyo watched Siobhan's fingers and face for a few seconds. She was determined to make it to the end no matter what. She was fighting Shouyo, but also guiding him. And at the same time fighting herself to make it through. They've been playing for awhile, it was hot. It would be rare for someone not to be exhausted at this point. Shouyo switched his vision back to his own playing and slammed down on the keys. He wasn't going to stop halfway either at this point. The chords that rang out weren't as loud or sharp, but they were deep and resonated around Siobhan's own. Chopin's ballade wasn't something he wasn't too familiar in playing so he had to manage with what he did know with a mixture of his own style.
Shouyo was the side character, a sidekick, the right hand man to every story. Staying in the shadows, barely noticeable. But when one really observes they realize that he had his own kick and stood out in a way with his own speciality. This was the sound he was creating. A low bass line that was just as bright as the melody. The prince finally stopped dragging his feet and was at the pace of the princess.
Lets go home.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Aug 3, 2015 19:56:45 GMT -5
The notes were lanterns of the people lighting the path for their long-awaited prince to return home. Siobhan's head lifted, the melody now playing on its own. She was tired, but even though her feet ached with the pretense of walking a long distance, Siobhan felt determination string out the last few measures of the song. Her eyes were closed, but the princess had slowed down to stare in wonder at the prince's own shining lights. They lifted above his head, illuminating Shouyo as something else than who we tried to be. Not a side character or someone fading into the background.
Let's go home.
Siobhan agreed, flicking her wrists with the last drastic notes down the keyboard. Both were worn from the long journey that tested both of them mentally and physically, but now there was no need to fight anymore. She pushed herself to mold the melody's last strings into ones that enunciated the bass line, still trying to send her own lantern's light to cast upon Shouyo. His feet were no longer dragging and fighting against her, rather both of them were running down the pathway in a race to the end. While Siobhan's melody faded into quiet, the princess was able to give one more triumphant smile to the prince before dispelling into her own individual orbs of golden light.
Now, you need to rule your own people.
Could he hear her? Was the message interpreted correctly? Siobhan didn't know, but the princess was content with how it was sent. Of course he did. Her melody was slowly singing its way into his heart. Those frozen memories didn't need to be so cold anymore. The forest would no longer be dark and shadow the world away from its roots. Thrust in a fight for a person Siobhan barely knew, she had fought fiercely to save him from something she wasn't sure she recognized. Even so, what she had done felt necessary, felt like the right thing to do. And now, the song was over, and victory was hers.
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Post by Shouyo Li on Aug 3, 2015 22:39:37 GMT -5
The sun was setting upon the final days of their journey. it was all coming to an end. Although the story was about to come to a closed chapter to be tucked away back on the shelf it would be a story to be remembered. The Princess led the way but it was obvious the prince was right next to her. She was the guiding light but for once he stood within it. Illuminated to make it to the end. The princess made the last stretch to make it to the end. To put her everything till they reached the doors. Shouyo looked down and did the same. He was caught up and he'll keep up the pace she was at, where they have started different they will end this journey together. Shouyo ended the their dance sharply. Letting Siobhan's notes fade away at the end.
And so will you.
Shouyo was panting as he leaned back to finally take a break from playing. He loosened a little bit of his usually neat and stringent tie and unbuttoned his shirt by one. He always liked to keep a clean crisp look but it was hot and he was already sweating so why bother with the rest. He let out a small dry laugh when he leaned his head forward to stare at the keys.
I'm really tired..... I really... want to nap........ and some food.....
Shouyo took a glance at Siobhan again, this time clear. She was shining and content with the performance. As if she'd just won a glorious battle, what the fight was Shouyo didn't know but he felt he was involved probably somehow. They were just fiercely in battle over music after all. Words. He felt he should saying something but nothing came out. He just wanted to play another song instead. Let it talk. Searching through his pocket Shouyo reached in and grabbed a clean light brown handkerchief and handed it to Siobhan.
"Here.... "
He didn't want to say something like 'for your sweat', how weird would that sound after all that beauty that surrounded the room. Shouyo fidgeted a little staring at the keys. Really what else was there to say. He casually grazed his fingers over the keys and played a small tune. Nothing serious just something light, to fill the silence that seemed to take over. 'Someday my prince will come'... how fitting. Unlike before it wasn't loud but it wasn't cold like his first song either. It was a warm light tune that surrounded the two of them.
"You're.... real different... like the type to search for the prince instead of waiting for him to come...."
The song faded, probably another forgotten of where the rest of the notes were. Most of the songs Shouyo knew had faded after all. What was the point in knowing so many songs anyways. Maybe it was to play with a girl like Siobhan. Let the music talk. From his other pocket Shouyo dug out a pack of cigarettes. An black box with a single red logo. He took one into his mouth but before lighting it he remembered the presence of her, some people really didn't take a liking to them. Which is rare he thought, for a school who he imagined did nothing but drugs.
"Do you mind if I smoke?"
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Aug 3, 2015 22:59:09 GMT -5
It grew quiet, and Siobhan basked in the silence, feeling oddly accomplished. Her breathing was erratic, but she felt like a winded child who had been sprinting down a hill, shrieking with laughter. That was fine with her. She didn't want this feeling to end. It was new, and although identifiable, it was different enough to be intoxicating. Contentment, or satisfaction? It was hard to discern. At Shouyo's dry laugh, her eyes opened to see the ceiling in a foggy view and strangely, she realized she as much more tired than she would've thought. Siobhan blinked slowly, trying to gather her mind from its scattered places.
"Here...."
Siobhan turned to Shouyo, baffled at the handkerchief in his hand. What was she supposed to do with it? Was he giving it to her. Her brow furrowed slightly, but she took it from his hand, giving a grateful smile in return. Although she wasn't sure if she was supposed to use it to blow her nose or wipe the sweat from her face, she replied with a gentle, "Thanks." It was a light brown color, reminding her of the lacquer shine of her brown dinner table. Siobhan was fond of this color, if only because it was a homey sentiment unrelated to darker times.
Small drifting notes entered the room again, these ones cautious and unsure of themselves. Looking over at Shouyo in mild surprise, Siobhan stared down at his fluttering fingers, the sound of the music making her want to laugh. Not to be rude of course, but because Shouyo's playing the piano to fill the silence was somehow endearing to her.
"You're.... real different... like the type to search for the prince instead of waiting for him to come...."
Siobhan couldn't help it then. Laughter spilled from her lips in small chuckles while she folded the handkerchief in her hands. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she looked at him from the side with a playful and mischievous look on her face. What did he expect? The Arden heiress only got what she earned, never anything more. There were no favors or mercy in her lineage, and the multiple deaths in the family only cemented the truth of independence further into her.
"Well, I couldn't let him get stuck in some forest."
Leaving it at that, Siobhan raised her arms over her head, stretching for a moment before relaxing. She needed to go walk. Her body was cramped from sitting so long. She was hungry too. Guess she was headed to a vending machine soon. Briefly, Siobhan wondered how much money she had on her person.
"Do you mind if I smoke?"
Once again, Shouyo surprised her with his differing antics. Siobhan didn't mind cigarette smoke, rather she had a tendency to breathe it in instead of cough it out. Looking at him in wonder, she replied simply.
"No, I don't mind."
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Post by Shouyo Li on Aug 4, 2015 23:13:56 GMT -5
As he thought the handkerchief was a weird gesture. He lightly took it away and patted some of the sweat of her cheeks. He doesn't care much for rudeness sometimes but it probably would offend her if he said it was cause she was sweaty. He did have a habit of running his mouth without knowing it. He then took it folded it the other way and wiped dome of his sweat. Caught off guard by her laughing Shouyo tilted his head to the side in question. He laughed at her response. That's true, if he were a prince Shouyo would probably be lost somewhere and take a nap instead of finding a route out. He let out a mild laughter.
"Haha, if only they were all like you."
Shouyo looked back at his cigarette and put one in his mouth, a run of the mill convenience store lighter to fire it up. He took a hit and let the smoke out away from Siobhan. Shouyo stood up and walked over the window stretching. Cracking a bit of it open to smoke out the window instead of inside the classroom. He hummed a small tune while smoking. Staring out at a gym class doing laps around the field.
"For a second I forgot I was even here...."
Here, referring to PHS. A place of young criminals. Their playing putting Shouyo into another dream land, forgetting where reality actually was. For a brief moment he felt a little happy. But this time, in this room would have to end at some point or another. He had to admit, for once he enjoyed the company of another. Something he hadn't experienced in a long time. He turned to look at her.
"You really are unreal."
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Aug 5, 2015 12:09:15 GMT -5
Siobhan blinked rapidly when Shouyo took the handkerchief from her and wiped the sweat trails from her face. Reflexively, her nose scrunched up at the sudden contact. Wasn't that an intimate gesture? Should she be embarrassed. She was too confused to figure out how she should react to Shouyo's sudden actions that she simply decided to let it be. He laughed in response to her answer, as if the logical explanation in her eyes was unusual or out of the ordinary.
"Haha, if only they were all like you."
Siobhan took quite the serious moment to reflect on his words. That would be terrible. Siobhan saw herself as quite the horrid person, never taking up any allies for the sake of preventing further heartaches later. In the end, she was clutching victory in bloodstained hands, streams of betrayal running from the corpses below her feet. It would be a cold and empty world if they were all like Siobhan. She wasn't sure why he would say that, but she sensed that it was somehow supposed to be a compliment. Hell, she didn't know but she wasn't going to push it any longer.
"For a second I forgot I was even here...."
Siobhan nodded in agreement, sliding her arms to the back of the chair to lean backwards. With the window open, the breeze ruffled in, cool on her hot face. Lifting her lazy eyelids, she could see Shouyo leaning over the window frame, smoke blowing out into the air. Moments like these, somehow the world seemed to be simply content, and Siobhan didn't see how there could be any struggles.
"You really are unreal."
Siobhan blinked her eyes open and looked at Shouyo. She was unreal? Siobhan didn't think she was anything etheral or supernatural. No, she figured that Siobhan was Siobhan, and like any other person in this world, just struggling to live out her purpose. Even if that purpose would eventually cut her life short, members of the Arden family didn't have happy endings. They lived for the moments in between, just like this one.
"Think so? I could say that about you too, Shouyo. To think PHS #552 would have a prodigy piano player."
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