[rika amaya yuuki]

Don't forget how well I know you
Stop asking, keep dancing

Even though spring usually was her favorite time of year, fall wasn't that bad, either. The temperature was relatively similar, being just a notch above cool. More than anything, Rika took more interest in the beauty of it all. For example, the grounds of the college at that moment were covered with bright yellows, reds, and browns from the leaves that fell one by one off of the cascading trees. She had always taken notice of the beauty in the world; everything intrigued her. From the colors of the flowers to the shapes of each mountain or even skyscraper. To most people none of this would matter, but she saw things differently then most people. The world was sculpted more beautifully than people gave it credit for.

Because she noticed things such as last mentioned, it became pretty easy for her to fall under the category of artist. The only thing she could admittably do well under that category was draw, paint, and so on. The girl was in love with music, but only had a mediocre singing voice. As well, just to explain how much reading music was greek to her, she couldn't tell a treble from a bass clef. It wouldn't matter what instrument it is, but with her level of clumsiness, she'd probably break each and every one... so basically, a musical prodigy was long gone from her future. The theater was also way out of her reach, not only from her being able to trip in thin air, but each thing she'd recite would either sound too forced or corny. With her type of art, all she had to do was be alone with some paper and a utensil, and whala! A work of art is born. If it's put up anywhere, she doesn't have to be live and present in front of everyone for it to be enjoyed... she preferred it that way.

Saturdays were her favorite days. It usually was when she came up with most of her stuff. Since she never really had anything better to do, and still didn't really know anyone at this place, she decided to bring her old morning routines back into existance. Depending on how much sleep she could milk out from the night, she could either be a morning person or a groggy beast. As long as she got tea or coffee into her, all was well. This morning she woke up as a content woman, from a reasonable amount of sleep. Because of this, she had no problem figuring out where the toothpaste belonged on the brush, nor that jeans belong on your lower half instead of upper. Rika successfully put on a pair of gray skinny jeans along with a long black and white striped tank top. She even managed to brush her hair and slip on a pair of black with white polka dotted flats before dashing out of her dorm and to a coffee shop.

Now after a half hour, she remained under a tree that still clung onto a few leaves and sat on the crunchy leaves that didn't quite make it. A half empty cup of a latte remained snug and held up in a small pit of leaves, only lukewarm by now. Only crumbs were left over from a banana nut muffin in it's clear wrapper. At the moment, her eyes were glued to her most current project, which was on a poster board size of paper. An array of paints were at her right, as well as smudges of it found over her fingers and even one small one upon her cheek from scratching it earlier, unaware of leaving a purple mark. Currently she was finishing up a painting of a plum blossom tree. Nature wasn't the only thing she ever created, but it did tend to have the most unique colors.

One of the things she didn't always enjoy was the wind. It liked to take things away from you. Rika had to keep holding down her paper so it wouldn't blow away. Of course, Rika was one that could be rather forgetful... All it took was for her to dab her paintbrush into the paint, and for her to look at her work. Just like that, it was gone. Automatically her chocolate eyes widened into saucers as she jumped to her feet, scanning the area. "Oh... no. Noo!" She exclaimed, worry creasing her brow. It wasn't until she heard a shout and a crinkle of paper a few feet behind her that she realized where the art was heading. So she chased it at full speed. "Um, eh, stop that painting!"

tagged; xander
music; 'boom boom pow [remix]' by jeffree star
lyrics; 'risky business' by the cab
notes; <3 Yay for first post!

[xander zane wheeler]

if you could only see the beast you've made of me

i held it in but now
IT SEEMS TO BE RUNNING FREE

-----TODAY WAS ANOTHER day for Xander. It should have been normal, or at least he wanted it to be, but no, it wasn’t. Instead it was hard to bear as usual, and he was left struggling to distract himself. He picked up book after book, trying to get his pretty blue eyes to focus on the words, but they just kept blending together. He used to be such an avid reader, sometimes consuming three books a day. Now he couldn’t even hold it together for a couple of pages. He really didn’t know himself anymore, and didn’t understand quite how to begin to understand who he was. Then Xander attempted to turn on the tv, but the attractive faces in front of him seemed to be exactly that and nothing more. What was supposed to be a gripping drama was monotonous. He turned the tv off, feeling the urge to chuck the remote and the television out the window. Why couldn’t he just… find himself? As ridiculous as this sounded, it felt as if nothing made sense anymore.
-----FOR SO LONG he had surpressed his sad thoughts. He had glued a smile onto his face and walked out the door, acting the cheery friend at all times. But now, that wasn’t even worth it. Xander couldn’t lie, because it had never been this bad before. Except for that night… that night when he had tried to… do something he didn’t dare speak of that. Then he was sick of not being able to stand it, and came to the realization that he didn’t deserve all that he was experiencing. Xander had given up. He was ashamed of that; he felt like an utter loser. He would never even whisper what he had done to anyone else. He would never lay all of his grief on another person, because who would want that? Everyone saw Xander as this happy kid who loved animals, who appreciated every moment of his life, and he refused to let them think otherwise. They might… they might judge him and that made him shudder. To have others talk about him, to be the center of attention—caused his skin to crawl.
-----EYES DARTING EVERYWHERE realized he needed to get out of his room now. Otherwise he’d do something he’d regret. Or worse, he wouldn’t care at all and he’d be left to deal with the mess he made all over again. Xander’s footsteps were frantic, itching to break free into the outdoors. When outside, he could almost remind himself of what he loved. There was the smell of freshly cut grass, of the sun hovering above, leaning up against a good, solid tree… somehow, though, when his mind was going crazy he couldn’t remember any of the things that allowed him to smile. Xander first took a walk around campus, hoping that would sort himself out, but instead all he could do was watch the students who looked like they were thoroughly enjoying life. Oh, to be that carefree… if only he could buy happiness. Not that he had that kind of money, but he would do anything.
-----THE BOY COULDN’T help but yawn when he rounded the campus a second time. Last night he had just tossed and turned, barely managing to get an hour of sleep. Even then, it had been full of one of the most terrible nightmares he had ever had. Fuck, in the state he was in, no one would ever want to hang out with him again. Or was that what he really wanted? Then could leave this world, lying to himself by convincing himself that he wasn’t attached to anyone or anything. Sighing a bit, Xander bit his lip in frustration. That was when he was greeted with the sight of Rika chasing after her painting. The picture in front of him was certainly amusing, kind of like one of those moments he would have expected to see in one of those sweet, touching comedies. Xander felt a part of him kick. Maybe there was some energy in him yet. He chased after the painting too, his beat up converse planting themselves firmly into the ground. See, he could make his mark on the world—now if only he could realize that himself. Xander finally caught up with the painting, his fingers grasping it tightly. He panted for a few moments, having not worked out in ages. “That painting of yours should be on the track team,” He said, handing her it back. He smiled a quiet smile, not at all alike the person he used to be, but at least it was something.

status , complete.
music , rabbit heart (raise it up) – florence & the machine
lyrics , howl – florence & the machine
words , idk.
notes , so sorry for the wait! also, i love the cab. <3