[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=CellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 250px; background-color: #104E8B; border: 3px solid #36afb1, btable][STYLE=text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: #C3C3C3; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 33px;]I have made it through the fight![/style][STYLE=text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: #C3C3C3; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: -33px;]I will stand right by your side![/style] [STYLE=line-height: 17px; border-bottom: 2px solid #6D110A; padding-right: 4px; font-family: georgia; font-weight:bolder; text-style:italic; font-size: 17pt; color: #6D110A; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -16px; text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; margin-right: 5px;]Reach out your hands to me![/style][STYLE=text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: #C3C3C3; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 23px;]I'm coming home![/style] [STYLE=width:312 px;height:200px;overflow:auto;background-color:#138F6A; font-family:verdana;font-size:10px; color #0276FD; border-top:1px dotted #999999;border-bottom:5px solid #FF3E96;margin-bottom:5px;margin-top:7px;text-align:justify;]The boy slipped through the trees just laughing as he grabbed onto the branch. Really this boy was way too hyper for his own good. But who could blame him he got a good grade on his test, and didn't have to work this weekend. Alexei was always one of those hyper children ever since he was little, now he just showed it a lot more in different ways. His book bag hanging over his shoulder, it was attached to his body this was the good thing about it having one strap with it. Hanging down from the branch just letting his arms fold under his head and the book bag fall onto the ground. There wasn't much in there other then books, he realized he had gotten to the shrine.
Just falling out of the tree he yawned and rolled over to pick up his bag. A little dirty from falling onto the ground he wiped the dust and dirt off of his clothes. "This place is too quiet..." usually there was at least someone here, or at least a few people but today no one was. Maybe it was because people were just way too busy anyway. That was nothing to him though, as much as he liked to talk to people he couldn't force them to be here. Setting his bag down next to the shrine again he sat down on the steps.
Just smirking a bit he looked around to find something to do maybe. There was just a few things he had to do and yet he didn't know what was going on either. Digging into his bag he just pulled out a soccer ball, how it managed to fit in there was still news to him. But he just bounced it on his knee and then started to kick it around. It was all fun and games for him but no one was really here so he was bored. For the most part kicking it into the bushes and just huffing as he went to get the ball. Trying to go find it, and not sure what he would find. Though he did hear the bushes and trees moving around him.
Maybe it was just the wind, he wouldn't complain though it was fine with him. Though he truly hoped it wouldn't rain and he didn't have some person stalking him.
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Post by ROELI SINCLAIR on Jul 8, 2012 2:41:54 GMT -5
TAGS: alexei WORDS: 537 MUSIC: [x] NOTES: here he is be nice and he be cute XD
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Roeli didn’t mind much on school work now, since he was done with these things. Everything seemed like a piece of cake for him – well starting from his intelligence, that is. He often mistaken as a child trapped in a young body for that, only to see that he is doing nothing but cope up with the intelligence and the gap that he has been treasured with. He wasn’t one to blame – his life started at the library and then ended up being at the same step. Oh, he can remember that too clear while he walks himself quietly on the edges of time, as if he is having nostalgia.
True… he is having nostalgia at the moment. He wanted to see his old self before he can think of other things while carrying his own rapier. He wanted to see his brothers badly, being the youngest Sinclair and yet the one considered with the broad and strange mind. He was well aware of that, based on how his activity is going and how people would whisper his name. Truth is… he wanted to cling on someone and share his thoughts. That would be easy, and just one will do. For now he seems that life is totally unfair and it needs something else aside from what he thinks of: unity. As much as how he wanted to see his brothers in a much sincere and quite welcoming manner, he knows that he would just fail and end up being on the corner again.
Roeli walking on the Shrine wasn’t an odd case. In fact this is one of his secret places where he can pray for his brothers’ safety and all. He has a few named people whom he safely considers as ‘friends’ while he goes round about in a very silent manner. He knew not much of conversations except for females who would be so nice to give him something, or probably one who he can be dependent on. Truly this is a bad habit of his.
He knew that this would just make things worst. “I wonder…” he speaks his own thoughts as well, avoiding the cloudiness of his mind which might cause him mere headaches. This is what he needed – a rest place where he can continue to hear through the quiet wind and the peaceful area but…
…too bad someone got on first. He was on guard with that, like a normal fencer would do. He had his guard high normally and technically. “…” He didn’t expect to see someone making some noise at the shrine, which he considers much as a light sin. Roeli sighs to that after seeing the person who caused it – a younger kid probably with his same age but of lower grade, and the soccer ball. Wait. Soccer ball? this is when he got things quite confusing.
While he walks over in the most decent manner, he places his rapier safely to attach on his back while he crosses arms. He stares blankly, not knowing that he had such cute charm which probably caused some teases, and questioned. “Shouldn’t be soccer played at a soccer field?” He wasn’t mad, he was just questioning out.
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Again he could hear someone walking up behind him, or at least the rustling of someone getting closer. This was going to be a bad thing wasn't it. Just part of him thought so but he shook it off and laughed a bit. Why let something bug him if it was another person well he could just have a conversation. Depending on who they were he was oblivious to this whole fighting thing. Seriously he wanted nothing to do with it, but then he wouldn't stand by and let people get hurt either. 'I wonder...who could be lurking.' It made him laugh when he thought of someone from a book. Really he had to think of things that way, he was always reading way too much it seemed. Yet it was never usually about school.
"Well yea but you can really play soccer anywhere if you put your mind to it. I'm sorry...were you going to do something?" The boy kicked the ball up up and bounced it on his forehead then just caught it in arms. Turning to look to this person, they were by the look of them another from the Shimon school. So at least that wasn't too hard anyway, he wouldn't have to worry about getting attacked or so he hoped. The boy just smiled it wasn't in Alexei's nature to be a jerk so if this person wanted it he would sit back and just stay out of the way.
There was always a way to work around things and he knew this much more anyway. "So um...you are from Shimon as well?" He did know some of the students were siding with Millefiore so that was the only thing that worried him about this one. He had to hope they were more focused on school then whatever the Millefiore were up to.
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Post by ROELI SINCLAIR on Jul 9, 2012 1:14:10 GMT -5
TAGS: alexei WORDS: 520 MUSIC: [x] NOTES: trying to make him much cuter here lol xD
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Roeli is not the owner of the shrine and he is pretty clear with that. The blond man knew something about being proper with it but then he treated it like his home or something. He knew much that the shrine is used for worshipping and praying, just like the churches that he would read on the previous books from the library he is stuck with before. He just didn’t expect that today he would be having someone visiting on the area like that, and to think that he was playing with a soccer ball. Well now, that kind of pissed and annoyed him. He’s not mad at the person, but he was thinking of this : what if something breaks because of that ball he is kicking? Good thing the blond wasn’t much of a talker.
The wind changed ways as if it’s the cause of his moving foot. He didn’t appreciate that much because it sounded kind of … creepy to him. Who said that this professional fencer had no fears anyhow? Sometimes he would even stick to one person. Then again, Roeli is still a child. On his mind was meeting with his brothers soon and wanting to at least hug them and ask how the mother and father is doing while he was away, and think of their appearances. He wondered if ever he grew taller than his elder twin brothers or what the eldest has been up to. He was lonely most of the time despite improving his sportsmanship – Roeli is still a child at heart despite the fact that he has intelligence stuck in his head like crazy.
He kept silent to that thinking of it the other way around. He appreciated fencing and would sometimes go overboard with it, but still he knew much that he should be careful not to scare people. Right now, he is in the shrine and he was about to pray, but got disturbed by this male. He didn’t mind though, while he still carries his rapier with him all along. “True.” he didn’t want to argue more since he is not in the mood to, and he can just sway his dangerous weapon around as if he is fending off a wild animal on his territory. The blond male didn’t remark to that – it would be inappropriate for the shrine itself. “I was supposed to, but it is alright. Make sure not to break anything… the shrine is an important place.” he made his words very clear so the other would notice and acknowledge to that.
He knew that this wouldn’t be good if he starts doing something. It would be just a waste of time such as stupidity that might rock over things. He looks blankly at the male while giving a nod. “Yes I am.” because he is not much of a talker, he sticks to that and places his bag on the side while closing his eyes, walking his way to the middle of the shrine, feeling the wind pass his face while strands of his hair touches part his cheeks.
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There had to be something about it and yet he didn't know, he was a bit unsure. This person did look familiar almost like he had seen him before. And yet he didn't know what was going to happen they hopefully wouldn't fight. He never liked to fight with people unless he really ended up having to do so. It was a bit confusing to Alexei that he was silent, what was he supposed to do, not that he wanted to annoy him or make him mad. 'I wonder if I upset him somehow...but doing what I'm just being me...' Then again he knew that did tick people off so just shoving it aside. The best he could do was try to have a conversation with him. Even if it didn't end up helping all that much this time for all he knew. "I won't break anything...I come here all the time...usually just to relax though. You can do what you were going to though. I wont' disturb you." The boy nods and he really means it, after Alexei was a good person.
At the same time he didn't know what to think, there had to be a reason for this kid being so silent. While maybe he was used to it because of some of the people he was around it was still just a tad bit weird. "Do you um come here often though... I haven't seen you before." At least he hadn't so that was something they couldn't blame him not this time. What was he supposed to do try to figure out what was going on next. "Oh um okay." not wanting to push him and make him uncomfortable after all that was just who he was. There was just a few things and he managed to know what he was doing now.
Putting the soccer ball down with his bag he looked back to him wondering about him this time, there was just something he wanted to say.
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Post by ROELI SINCLAIR on Jul 9, 2012 21:45:11 GMT -5
TAGS: alexei WORDS: 601 MUSIC: [x] NOTES: okay that was kinda strange but still lol xDd
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Hearing the guy say sorry was enough for this blond Sinclair. Then again, he wasn't much of a talker and he doesn't even know how to do conversations in a very good manner. This was the fault if every book he had read, and him being isolated inside the library for almost half his life. Somehow he wonders to himself why he did restrain himself inside instead of communicating with other people, but then he didn't beg to differ much about it. He sighs mentally with a troubled face (though he appears almost blank without flaw on times) and then didn't show much reaction to it. He was used to this kind of life while being around women and fencers of all kinds most of the time, and with the towering people who aged two years more than him. Perhaps this is the fault of his enviornment as well.
Roeli blankly responded, his tone blanker than how he looks. “I don't own the shrine, everyone is allowed here. Do not think of leaving anymore since I didn't ask you to.” Yes, he got his point there. He didn't even ordered him to leave. He just... asked for something or questioned a certain thing. Was it bad enough? He thought of it clearly before he thinks of the words he said before – again, he was so used to his dull – looking life more than anything else. The professional fencer concentrated more on his studies and affiliation while he thinks of seeing his family. He was like that most of the time too.
“... I don't see you here though, and it's fine. I can do it later.” Roeli has been here for like more than months or years also ever since he moved back to Namimori. It was just too odd that he didn't recognized this person who has a ball. Oh yes, now that he sees it, it is indeed a soccer ball. It reminded him of times when he used to throw one at the bullies whilehe scares people despite him being cute without notification – he had an evil side of him after all. Maybe he got it from one of his brothers, or maybe learned to be one due to his love for gothic, gore and horror genre? Who knows.
The blond fencer cocked his brow nonchantly, scanning the face of the kid. He knew much that he would be maybe younger, or at the same age of his but didn't ask nor bother researching about these kind of stuff. He just kept stagnant and still with his actions. While he eyes at the rapier's case, he looks at his bag again only to see that some of his books were messed up. He approached it suddenly but gently, so he wouldn't look like a lion going to attack someone with bare hands. Moreover, while he does that, another question he heard being thrown at him. He was not disturbed, his hands pulling out his books while his eyes scanned on the letters just to see if he arranged it accordingly. Oh, he avoided hitting the standing rapier case as well. “I do.” he should have just answered that before also.
Anyhow, Roeli seemed not disturbed while compiling his notebook next, only to stop while blankly pausing. “I forgot my math book...” he was talking to himself in an odd mannerism. “And you...? Mind answering your question also?” he meant if the other person has been there for a longer time too.
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Just by the way he acted, and maybe partially the way he held himself but what was he supposed to do. There was only so much he could do. But he had to try and make the best of it without making a fool of himself. No longer going to say that thing or anything about leaving, what was the point of that. He did not want things to fall apart like that already. A bit too much of a worrying that was for sure, and yet things happened anyway. a light sigh and he knew he had to relax again, something was a bit off again. "Oh um okay if you say so." No way would he push him away like that.
There was only a few ways to mess things up now and he was going to stop thinking like that before he actually did. It was not about to help if he did that, but still. Maybe this person wasn't as harsh as the others who would take offense to that before he even finished a sentence. "Oh that's cool I guess I just miss you." Which was really true, after all he did miss a few people or didn't even notice them. That was just how focused he was on the sports and things he did, a person who could still multitask but had a few issues with it still.
Tilting his head that the person had forgotten the math book, seriously was that all he thought about. Well some people were just like that about school he couldn't force someone to change. Not that he would make someone do that to begin with. "Oh uh yea..."The boy responded with a very nervous yes which might not have helped him here.
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Post by ROELI SINCLAIR on Jul 10, 2012 4:32:55 GMT -5
TAGS: alexei WORDS: 532 MUSIC: [x] NOTES: lol right i figured but he speaks doll oAo
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“Figures.”
He gave the reply back towards him being all blank and everything – he's used to these things and would always be like this, which would be a bit bad for him. If someone teaches him how to be correct and punctual, or at least show some things on his faces called 'emotions' this would have been easier. The blond haired lad didn't feel any synchronization with the other person this time, unlike when he is holding his books or his rapier, or the hands of the girls that would just pull him around. Often mistaken as gay and somewhat bisexual he would be, because around girls he would be kind of comfortable, and around guys he would be scary as if he was hiding something. This would not really be good, but at least everything was tried. Roeli here perceived things the other way around.
He scanned towards the male again knowing that he was a good observer. Sometimes he would also be termed as robot because he was blank seemingly like that manner, or a doll because he shows only his eyes and the way he moves seems kind of mechanical as if he had a master. Then again, he felt pissed and couldn't count much on it anymore since he knew that he wouldn't do anything about it. He just walked with the way of life as if he was a still being or even a marionette controlled by women. So what if he is like that? A child like him will just make things clear and all when he reached such age, or maybe he just needed some guidance.
This is starting to feel a bit nice whenever the blond would picture it – at least he was conversing. He was kind of pleased when the other was just nodding, which was good. He can settle no more arguments with that too, the blond looking at the other side again and eventually on his wrist. There was no watch on it, but somehow he felt kind of hurt from moving too much, or was it because he was fencing a lot? He didn't notice and paid attention on these things much anymore. He was, again, used to being like this.
Roeli didn't enjoy much of his childhood but he can still cope up with that. Moving on, he responses. “I think so, or you are just on different classes...” he wouldn't be surprised if he wouldn't recognize him since after a year or probably when he turns sixteen, he will graduate and then leave Shimon for college. He is that smart – he doesn't feel offended though, it's just that his background is just degrading him too much it freezes the mind and pisses him. Yes, he learned a venture of full colorful language in such young age just because of the bastards.
He didn't got disturbed with the answer again. “I see. Then I shall be seeing you more often then when you are around... but then, it depends on the classes that I attend.” This was no mere pressure towards him, but part of it was just tad annoying, for real things.
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Much less he'd rather just see where things go, and not speak what his mind was saying. That was just not a good thing if he ended up doing so.Yawning and looking at his books, maybe he should be studying or he could let this person use his books. If they were even in the same class which they probably weren't. Because he wasn't all the concerned about the book learning, more of he was into the hands on approach and sticking to the sports really. Trying to figure out just a little bit of what to say without ticking him off since that was the last thing he wanted to do. "Probably....I think I saw you in a few though." Really he wasn't in those majorly smart classes so who knew he could be wrong.
The boy just sighs and at least knew what he was supposed to do, there was only so much he could do. For the most part it seemed he was doing very well with this conversation. "Yea you probably will though um what classes are you taking." Not like he was going to stalk him but he wanted to know. This person seemed like they were very smart and maybe he knew him, or had him in a few. It would give them a chance to talk more, and maybe he could get a little help on the homework.
Not that it was the only reason he would talk to him, he was truly not that heartless.
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Post by ROELI SINCLAIR on Jul 11, 2012 7:28:47 GMT -5
TAGS: alexei WORDS: 501 MUSIC: [x] NOTES: he's making some sense now, a bit XD
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He was tad concentrated with the surroundings being a still doll – he was like that eventually. The life and presence of quite a lifeless life itself made Roeli more of an accessory and one that can be used as a tool for killing. This is how he was described by his tutors after seeing his performance as a professional fencer plus a growing kid. Not only at height; also at mind, they would add. He was smarter than the kids that were his age and would par on much seniors, but when it comes to things like having a conversation or two, he would have probably failed a long, long time ago. He was deprived from his childhood thanks to the library plus fencing, and not to mention, being isolated from his real family just to support his professionalism.
The blond Sinclair blinked his doll blue eyes, while he tries to analyze the actions of the mere male with him. Speaking of which, he didn’t even asked for the name or two, or any of it that would recognize him. He was just awful at socializing but he wouldn’t admit to that. While he finishes placing the stuff on his bag, he responds nonchantly without flaw. “I apologize if I didn’t recognize you then.” He was a closed book that way or another.
“Normal classes like you do.” His answer was faster that way, while he looks again at the bag to check the things that he is missing. He was pretty sure that he didn’t leave off anything except the mathematics book, but who cares – he can just memorize equations later. He wondered though why the guy asked for it considering that he is not on the class, or something. Probably because he didn’t saw him? Maybe that is the real deal here.
Since then he knew that he was getting kind of evil around here, the only thing that can make him think of other things is diverting him towards another topic… which happens to be answering the other male’s question in a mere fashionable and sense manner – he sometimes hated these things too much he doesn’t bother answering, but it would be kind of rude, right? “Usually Mathematics, English and the same curricula, then for the clubs I am around Art and Archery.” He hopes that he didn’t boasted to that since he was kind of off with these things.
Right, he just hopes that this person wouldn’t ask for his grade, since he was used to the reaction of people calling him a kid and telling him that he’s too smart then graduate immediately. He sighs mentally to that while doing a blank stare. He is not staring at the other guy though, but at the bag that he just zipped for awhile before standing up to pull his senses.
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=CellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 250px; background-color: #104E8B; border: 3px solid #36afb1, btable][STYLE=text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: #C3C3C3; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 33px;]I have made it through the fight![/style][STYLE=text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: #C3C3C3; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: -33px;]I will stand right by your side![/style] [STYLE=line-height: 17px; border-bottom: 2px solid #6D110A; padding-right: 4px; font-family: georgia; font-weight:bolder; text-style:italic; font-size: 17pt; color: #6D110A; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -16px; text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; margin-right: 5px;]Reach out your hands to me![/style][STYLE=text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: #C3C3C3; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 23px;]I'm coming home![/style] [STYLE=width:312 px;height:200px;overflow:auto;background-color:#138F6A; font-family:verdana;font-size:10px; color #0276FD; border-top:1px dotted #999999;border-bottom:5px solid #FF3E96;margin-bottom:5px;margin-top:7px;text-align:justify;]Alexei looked at the person what were they thinking. Or was it really just them being quiet he wasn't sure nor did he know what to say. The boy wouldn't push things that was not who he was, and well of course he would never be that way. Maybe he was really getting in over his head here and should probably just go. Before he ended up doing something stupid anyway. At the same time there was also little he could do or say. "Oh no that's okay really. I mean you can't remember everyone." Alexei knew that he failed at remembering faces, and then again at the same time he didn't want anyone to get upset. After all he had a feeling it would be very bad if this person ended up getting mad.
Shaking it off he just sighed a bit, not sure what he was supposed to do. Well okay talking worked, Alexei put that smile back on his face and just poked the soccer ball with his foot. Maybe if he found out what this person liked to do, but that would take some work. Stalking and just doing things like that, or going the easy way and asking him but still. Tilting his head really though he didn't think he was in normal classes. No need to judge someone though let them do as they pleased. Maybe they were not everyone who looked overly smart had to be in those high level classes. He knew this much already and was just fine with it.
The response came a little fast but then that couldn't mean much unless he was hiding something. Which was not a good thing but he couldn't make him tell, even if he wanted to. That was something Alexei already knew just shaking it off and giving a small nod. Let them say what they wanted specially in this guys case. The way he acted it was probably way better not to push anything. Just another nod and he settled down a bit. "Oh that sounds fun I suppose. Archery?" The boy wouldn't complain he just didn't know about some of that stuff, school as he said before was not his thing sports were and had always been. Nothing could change that not even this conversation.
"You are in the Art one too that's probably where..." He trailed off there was no reason to say that, when the kid probably already knew where he was going with that.
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Post by ROELI SINCLAIR on Jul 12, 2012 0:30:12 GMT -5
TAGS: alexei WORDS: 510 MUSIC: [x] NOTES: he's making some sense now, a bit XD
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This was in fact, getting on to something.The blank faced fencer would have to go along with this fine instead of being a stupid standing figure. That's how he figures with things like that. Eventually he has been hearing things around Shimon which is somewhat bothering, but seemingly sure that he might get involved. Well, this could be a start for some mere communciation, just to sense that he has a feeling or presence around him.
“Still I don't feel fine with that.” Alas he talked with denial feeling a bit sorry for himself, but his emotions weren't changing. He didn't really know the meaning of 'expression' except smiling, which would be awkwardly done at the moment. He didn't bother to muster up something in front of the other blond's face while he looks at him directly at the eyes after brushing his side pants. He extends an arm half for a solemn introduction, and this happens to be the first time he is doing it. Good thing he wasn't doing the mannerism or practice in a very robotic manner, or else he would have mistaken.
He fully raises his arm while he speaks monotonously. “My name is Roeli Sinclair.” Full name matters the most, unless if he just wants himself to remain hidden forever, which is a bad idea. He does want to change – even for the sake of seeing his brothers and for the sake of developing himself more over, knowing that he had issues with fencing, gore and stuff. Hence, he wasn't sick. It's just that he knew that he would sometimes go overboard with these kinds of things, which would develop far worst negatives that he wouldn't like happening anyhow. Hejust waits for the guy to introduce himself while staying at that position. Just in case he doesn't want to shake hands, he was ready for placing it down like nothing happened. It's not being rude, though.
Somehow it kind of felt off that the he's poking the soccer ball. Not that it's irritating, but it gave Roeli slight worries about it being slipped on to something else on the shrine. He warned him not to break anything, right? He just... loves the shrine too much since it's the only one who would listen to his prayers and everything – his mentors won't work – for him they are bastards with the will to make him in to a walking monster. He wasn't that dumb enough not to recognize that.
His hobbies are indeed dangerous and at the same time, weird in cases. The blond didn't matter on that eventually. “Archery is my kind of sport... there's no fencing in the school. If ever there was one, I would join as well.”
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=CellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 250px; background-color: #104E8B; border: 3px solid #36afb1, btable][STYLE=text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: #C3C3C3; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 33px;]I have made it through the fight![/style][STYLE=text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: #C3C3C3; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: -33px;]I will stand right by your side![/style] [STYLE=line-height: 17px; border-bottom: 2px solid #6D110A; padding-right: 4px; font-family: georgia; font-weight:bolder; text-style:italic; font-size: 17pt; color: #6D110A; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -16px; text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; margin-right: 5px;]Reach out your hands to me![/style][STYLE=text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: #C3C3C3; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 23px;]I'm coming home![/style] [STYLE=width:312 px;height:200px;overflow:auto;background-color:#138F6A; font-family:verdana;font-size:10px; color #0276FD; border-top:1px dotted #999999;border-bottom:5px solid #FF3E96;margin-bottom:5px;margin-top:7px;text-align:justify;]Not about to make this go that bad, yet he didn't know what to think. Why did he feel like maybe he was getting into a bit of trouble here. There was only so much he could really do of course, and yet it didn't bug him like some might think it should. This conversation was a bit awkward because the other person was silent, but he shook it off. Ignoring it was better then letting it get to him. Or at least that was how he saw it, no one needed to know anything else. Keeping his secrets hidden just like, yea right what secrets did he have. Most of the time he was just keeping secrets for other people. "Oh if you say so. Well it doesn't bug me." The boy seemed to stick to that, he didn't mind not being known really. But let Roeli do as he pleased anyway right, not that it was going to help them all that much this time.
Sighing a bit, more of a tired sigh not that he was annoyed or bored. Maybe he was more worried about making a mistake with this person since he wanted to make a new friend. Blinking and tilting his head again the boy just let him talk, there was something about the way he was talking. It didn't seem right for some reason and he wasn't sure if he should like it anyway. Not this time though he wouldn't push things too much, what was the point of that anyway.
Snapped out of his thoughts by the person talking again, it seemed they were giving a name. 'Roeli Sinclair...where had he heard that before.' Other then well from here of course, he wouldn't complain what was the point of it, better to just go with it. Giving a small nod he opened his mouth to introduce himself. "Um...Alexei D'Angelo." the boy didn't like his last name much, but then again he had to keep the family name. Plus his father had enough on his plate then dealing with what Alexei might not like. He knew this much so he never complained about anything at all really. Just trying to work with what he could and not end up making a mess of things.
The boy tried to hide how nervous he really felt, what was he supposed do. Yet again he might be making a mistake why would he bother helping, that's right because he always did that. Caring more then most would have about him but then it never bugged him. Who cared if no one liked him why was he even trying to make people like him, if they could be happy then so be it. Whether it included him or not was another story. "well you could always start one since you like it." That was something to try or at least what he was telling him but did it really matter.
That was up to Roeli whether he went through with it or not which knowing him, well actually he didn't know him. So he couldn't say what he would end up doing this time. "Well I mean...that might have been where I saw you before." Giving a small nod and just going back to what he was doing, well okay moving from one foot to the other he was still a bit nervous about that and not sure what to make of it.
Then again was he ever who knew, it was only a time to see where this conversation was going.
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“…” he didn’t mean to be scary or some sort but still he looked at the view of things clearly plus the person in front of him, or probably on his presence. He knew that the male might find him boring and truth is, he is kind of scared with that. He has this kind of attitude when he sees a person, he clings on it secretly and would probably act the other way around. His parents do know of this but didn’t consider it as a disorder, such as the psychiatrist would say that he’s pretty normal… except for the slight anger issues that he gets and the influence of his pride for fencing plus the love for gore and anything bloody. Still, Roeli is quite noted of that and would probably keep his best distance off instead.
He was pretty good at these things but socializing he does fail. He was scared of it – he doesn’t show for he acted like a doll of all sorts. He doesn’t like showing his fears foremost and would often be much aggressive instead, taking over the fear with his strongest sides. The blink of an eye, he shifts control towards his feelings.
Good thing the blond wasn’t bugged – the other blond, not him. Roeli isn’t also bugged – he would rather enjoy company since he has someone with him but then the bricks of his past would just cloud his mind. He wings the feeling away for awhile, nodding after hearing the name. “I heard of that name before, so it is you.” Walking on the corridors and roaming around Shimon High is one of his current hobbies so he could hear voices and the rest from other classes, while he walks with his class quiet like being ignorant and not minding them, instead of the cursing thing. His teacher would often scold at him saying that swearing and badmouthing isn’t appropriate for a smart fifteen year old kid like him, but he cares not of that. He rolls his eyes instead of paying attention with the scolding.
“Pleasant to meet you then.” His voice was low with that for he avoided being quite cute – he was always called with that nick by most ladies and he somewhat gets annoyed with that. As much as he hides his face while being complimented like that is as much as he would deny it. Even a doll – like person like him would have such expressions – unexpected but still he’s a human, yes?
Giving that idea would do no good, while Roeli disagrees with that. He knows how many issues he has with the flock of fencers that are professional and wounded have been complaining about him so he stopped for breaks and sorts. It is working but the excitement of fighting and becoming stronger would not cease the slight prowess, plus his passion for the said sport and… being part sadist. “I don’t think so. I have other competitions aside school anyhow, and …” He pauses while he looks at the rapier that he has ever treasured, the case still standing. “… it might not turn out well.” Yes, he has to say that with denial to convince the other person.
The last thing he couldn’t do is avoid hurting a person when he is engaged in fighting. This he has to stop. “I see.” he didn’t comment on that further except this. “You’re probably one of the 9th grades that I use to see during P.E classes.” He’s no prefect but he does roam around, of course, because he’s being dragged by some females older than him or something outside.
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=CellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 250px; background-color: #104E8B; border: 3px solid #36afb1, btable][STYLE=text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: #C3C3C3; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 33px;]I have made it through the fight![/style][STYLE=text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: #C3C3C3; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: -33px;]I will stand right by your side![/style] [STYLE=line-height: 17px; border-bottom: 2px solid #6D110A; padding-right: 4px; font-family: georgia; font-weight:bolder; text-style:italic; font-size: 17pt; color: #6D110A; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -16px; text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; margin-right: 5px;]Reach out your hands to me![/style][STYLE=text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: #C3C3C3; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 23px;]I'm coming home![/style] [STYLE=width:312 px;height:200px;overflow:auto;background-color:#138F6A; font-family:verdana;font-size:10px; color #0276FD; border-top:1px dotted #999999;border-bottom:5px solid #FF3E96;margin-bottom:5px;margin-top:7px;text-align:justify;]Alexei really didn't think much of it, this person wasn't all bad. Though he was a bit unsure on what to talk about sometimes, because he didn't know what could make him mad. Which he really didn't wish to do, not at all anyway. Shoving it away quickly he would focus on this just wanting to at least keep him around. Afraid of upsetting him or just making him leave that was not what he wanted. Not that they would share any of the fears they had with each other. After all they barely did, but still. "Um..You have. But um yea it is." The boy just gave that small nod again. Really what was he getting into here.
There had to be something and it wasn't good, he knew it much more then he would admit. Something was going to happen and hopefully it would be better rather then something else. Not that he knew much about this person so who knew, he couldn't judge or why would he. 'Well just stop acting like that! he's not like that or anything.' The boy just seemed to give a nod with that again, like he was thinking to himself. Before shaking himself out of those thoughts and going back to normal looking at him. "Yea I always wanted to talk to you..." it was just he never approached him cause he always seemed busy. And while Alexei liked to talk and make friends he got nervous easily.
In more then one way but he didn't care nor was he sure what he was supposed to think. There was only so much he could say but looking at him again and just sighing. "Well you could just teach me then? I always wanted to learn! Really competitions?" the boy was amused this was so cool to him, maybe he could learn something new. A different way to defend himself or something or maybe just something that was a bit fun. No way was he all that sure either now was he. "Yea something like that."
This person was all alone, or was it just his way of speaking that made him think that. Who knew he just wouldn't bring it up again and smiled again. "Well it's nice to see you again. has been too long...well mostly." At least in his eyes this was awhile but he could be wrong most of the time he was.
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