[M 4 MATURE!] {- MIDNIGHT MUSIC -}

[*/ riley kimura]

{ i've been up all night just trying to see things from your twisted point of view }
{ i'm sorry for snow white; the prince wasn't all he cracked up to be }
{ she won't forget me }

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it was probably around midnight on a friday night in the music block, and a fourteen year old male was on his own in one of the music classrooms, sitting at one of the computers with a small pout on his face. for some odd reason the computer wasn't letting him save his work. he sighed, glaring at the computer for a moment before getting off the chair, removing the headphones and sitting on one of the tables in the room. he looked around, feeling glad that there were no windows in the music room, otherwise he'd actually feel really tired. another sigh ecaped him as he heard a small click from the computer, and his brown eyes shot over to it, and a small smile played on his lips.

"saigo ni," the currently dark haired male muttered quietly to himself, using his first language, japanese. he slipped off the table and went back over to the computer, tapping in a file name and then pressing enter to save it. then he glanced over to the recording studio. it won't hurt to practise my singing, he thought, raising a thin eyebrow before shrugging a little. he did have to practise, after all, how else could he keep his voice so clear? the fourteen year old quickly told the computer to shut down before going over to the recording studio at a swift pace. he opened the door, and went inside, glancing around quickly for the mic. he went over to it quickly, and took it out of the stand, and turned it on. he then went back over to the door, making sure it was shut, before he sighed and looked around. no windows again, good good... he felt really good, because he didn't know what time it was exactly.

the fourteen year old was dressed in a white tanktop, with a brown short sleeved shirt over it, not buttoned up. around his neck he was wearing a black necklace*. his bottom half was clothed in dark blue jeans, and his shoes were navy boot converses.

"i know you know, i know what you did, yeah, i found out, so grateful, so grateful. you know i know, you know that it's true, shut it down now, throw it in~" his voice was pure, so clear, like how you could imagine an angel's. he was singing a song called 'sunao ni naretara ~final night~', from the album trans//lation that he released under the label emi music japan. riley kimura kept singing, unaware of someone was now in the music room as he sung, probably listening in on him. "everytime that you break down and cry, you know i want to say "i love you", but there's a feeling that i feel inside, that stops me saying the words. don't ever want to think about tomorrow, 'cause we'll only live for tonight," riley could imagine the music playing in the background, and he was singing as if it was right off the album. riley was famous, but he was sort of glad that no one on sonnisle actually knew who he was. he was only famous in japan, and amongst those who had played any sonic games. of course, he had been on the cover of quite a few magazines and some of his songs had been played on the radio in other parts of the world, but still, not many people knew about him outside japan and the sonic fanbase.

"that summer we spent every night lying in each other's arms, but by the time the winter came, it'd frozen up my heart. you tried your best to warm me up, but i can't take no more, without you my heart will thaw..." he was singing quite loudly, but he never realised it. riley was so into singing, he still hadn't noticed there was a person in the music room, who could probably hear him.

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• TAGS/ open to experienced roleplayers.
• WORDS/ 650.
• MUSE/ good.
• COMMENTS/ * - riley's necklace. by the way, i don't care if your character knows riley is famous or not. xD they can not know, or they can recognize him. i don't mind. xD

the song riley is singing.

saigo ni - finally

[james levi]

James Levi

James was smirking, having an ache in his shoulders and in his back that he hadn’t felt since he came to Sonnisle. James threw his head back, closing his eyes and sighing. He had just gone to the club, met some random girl, gone to a hotel, and… Damn. James smirked, he couldn't help liking the feeling he got, that and the colours danced across his vision.

James' tie was half-off, his shoes untied. His hair was messy, his jacket was torn on one sleve, but James didn't care. He looked a mess, but damn. James was also seeing pretty shiny things, to say the least. He had his bedroom eyes, his shoulders relaxed. James laughed a bit, thinking of a new song he was writing.

James cracked his neck, yawning. He wanted to work on a new song, he wanted to tune his bass, he wanted to work on new strings, and most of all, he wanted to get to his piano again. He was thinking about how he got into drugs... Oh, yes. His mother. He realized that thought sounded kind of funny. But when his mother and sister died, James was sent to this school, shortly after losing his virginity and his cleanness of drugs.

Drunkly pushing the door, James blinked a couple times, realizing Riley was there after a few moments. He had forgotten about Paradise, as well as his violin-bass for a while. But now he could feel the bass resting on his hip, and he could feel the bird resting on his shoulder. "Ow!" He gasped quietly as the bird climbed up his ear and onto his head, tugging at his dark locks.

"I hope you havn't touched my piano," James accused bluntly. "I don't want to kick anyone's ass tonight. I'm too stoned." He said, popping another strip of LSD on paper into his mouth, chewing a little and swallowing hard. James wanted to work on his new song, "Yesterday", and if this moron had touched his piano he was willing to fight. Or, more willing to punch this guy's face in and then work on the song.

[*/ riley kimura]

{ i've been up all night just trying to see things from your twisted point of view }
{ i'm sorry for snow white; the prince wasn't all he cracked up to be }
{ she won't forget me }

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"and we hold each other like the world's supposed to end, and because of that fact, we both could pretend that love does exist here, and we were meant to be, bu- CHIKUSHOU, anata yarou!" riley suddenly screeched in japanese when he finally noticed that some idiot had walked into the room. he heard a loud ow from the male, and the year ten glared at the other student, noticing that the bird on his shoulder had tugged on his hair. smirk. he deserved it for walking in when he was singing. the celebrity glared at the other student, noticing that it was james levi, who was in the year above.

"i hope you havn't touched my piano. i don't want to kick anyone's ass tonight. i'm too stoned."

retard... riley thought, his nose twitching a little before he responded using his first language, "naze sekou watashiha anata no piano no tacchi kibou desu ka? watashiha, konpyuuta jixyoude ikutsu ka no sagixyouwo oeru to shite i ta.-" pause, and then riley mentally slapped himself for responding to james in japanese, a language the year eleven wouldn't know. "sorry. i just said 'why would i touch your piano? i was just trying to finish off some work on the computers', then i finished and decided to do some practise singing, suru made, watashiha, aitsu ga chuudan," the currently dark haired student delibrately spoke japanese so that the other male couldn't understand.

what the hell had james been up to? riley narrowed his eyes a bit, waiting for a response.

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• TAGS/ open; james levi.
• WORDS/ 255.
• MUSE/ good~
• COMMENTS/

CHIKUSHOU, anata yarou - DAMN IT, you bastard
naze sekou watashiha anata no piano no tacchi kibou desu ka? watashiha konpyuuta jixyoude ikutsu ka no sagixyourwo oe ta tokoro datta. - why the fuck would i touch your piano? i was only finishing some work on the computers.
suru made, watashiha, aitsu ga chuudan - until you interrupted me, bastard.

[james levi]

James broke out in a fit of mental laughter when Riley spoke in Japanese or Chinese, frankly James didn't care where the fuck he was from. "I don't know. People touch my piano and my Hofneir and my bird to piss me off." He stated bluntly. James looked up at his forhead in an attempt to see Paradise. Oh, what a wonderful bird she was. She could sing, too. And talk.

Paradise made a chirping parrot sound and clawed at his head. "Raaw, Hotel California, Raaw. Cracker. Now." The bird chirped. James smirked, unamused. He dug into his pocket - the one without the drugs in it - and handed the bird a cracker. "Ew." He said as cracker crumbs fell in his hair. He whipped them out.

"James, I told you before, you aren't getting a bird. You won't take care of a bird. You can get a fish, or a turtle or a frog." James' eyes were dull as he walked into the pet shop. As soon as he got in, he darted over to the birds. Skipping the parakeets, the dull birds, he went straight to the tropics. "Mum, I'll take care of a bird, I promise." James wasn't one to just abandon something. Bass and Piano lessons, his mother thought he'd abandon those too, but James practiced both every night.

"Oh, fine." James' charm won his mother over yet again. James smiled, pointing to the bird. He looked up at his mother with bright eyes. James skipped getting a cage, just getting a couple bird-poles with toys and such attached"So, Paradise, do you like the Eagles?"

James glared, puzzled, when Riley spoke in Japanese again. Whatever. He thought. James went over to his piano, quite content on ignoring the younger boy, and practicing his own tune. He hummed for a long while before he came to the part he had already figured out. "~Why, she, had to go, I don't know, she wouldn't say... I said something wrong, now I long..." He couldn't figure the rest out. "Damnit!" He shouted, hitting the piano. Raaaw, Temper. Temper." The bird squawked. James glared.

[*/ riley kimura]

{ i've been up all night just trying to see things from your twisted point of view }
{ i'm sorry for snow white; the prince wasn't all he cracked up to be }
{ she won't forget me }

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"i don't know. people touch my piano and my hofneir and my bird to piss me off."

the japanese male raised a thin eyebrow, but made no comment. he stood there, resting his weight on one leg, arms crossed. his gaze then travelled over to the bird, noticing that it was a tropical bird. the dark haired student blinked when the bird chirped at james for a cracker, and then the other student gave one to the parrot. riley twitched a bit before he watched james walk over to his piano. the year ten just stood there, eyes fixed on the other student. when james suddenly hit the piano keys, creating a loud and horrible sounding chord, riley muttered to himself faintly in japanese before saying, "if you hit your piano like that, you might break it." sure, it was an obvious thing to point out, but riley didn't care. he turned around and sauntered out of the recording studio, almost walking into a female teacher who was about an inch taller than him.

"oh! riley; wave master called just now. they were wondering if you wanted to record a song for the face to faith album, or not. your father said you might."

riley almost twitched in annoyance. the female had a bit of a loud voice, and the japanese boy kept quiet for a moment before glancing at james. had he heard? if he had, had he figured out that wave master was a recording label? just as riley was about to respond to the teacher, she suddenly said;

"oh, also, VAP also wants you to rerecord THE WORLD and ALUMINA in full, so that they can release it on the death note album."

the fourteen year old had the urge to punch the secretary, but because he was polite and didn't want to punch a woman, he didn't, he just merely death glared her. he wanted to keep his freaking celebrity status secret, and james had probably figured out if he hadn't already!

"... call wave master back, and tell them i'd be happy to do so, and then call VAP and tell them that they may have to wait awhile, but i'll get that done..." all this was said in a quiet voice, and riley sighed when he heard a loud "will do so!" from the female secretary as she turned around and walked out of the room, going back to the offices, riley presumed. the japanese male turned his head to james, blinking before turning his head back, about to walk out of the recording studio.

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• TAGS/ open; james levi.
• WORDS/ 425.
• MUSE/ good, but rambling?
• COMMENTS/ lul. if james is still mildly intelligent he might've figured out the celebrity status thing. xD

[james levi]

"Mum, have you seen Paradise? I can't find her anywhere!" James said, looking around his room. He heard a loud squawk from outside, and a hiss. James grabbed his rope, tossing it out the window and sliding down. He ran over to a tall tree where a cat was sitting, looking up. He kicked the cat, not too hard, but hard enough, in the side, and said, "Get away from her, you mangy cat!" He said, climbing up the tree, retrieving the bird.

James glared at the wall ahead of him when Riley pointed out the obvious. "I'm high." He said, "I can do whatever and whoever I fuck want." He said, smirking. James stopped playing when the rather loud secretary came in. Recording, album, what? James asked himself. Wait, wave master? James turned around, uncrossing his ankles and stood up. He walked quietly, with large steps over to Riley, and just as he was about to leave, James grabbed the back of his shirt.

"Where are you getting to so fast, Riley?" He asked, trying to play up innocent. He still kept a steady grip on the back of Riley's neck. Paradise chirped. "Not now." He whispered to the bird. James' eyes started going to his hallucinations, something he didn't usually do. Everything was bigger, but not people. Big ants, big flowers, big strawberries. He pressed his tongue against the top of his mouth.

[*/ riley kimura]

{ i've been up all night just trying to see things from your twisted point of view }
{ i'm sorry for snow white; the prince wasn't all he cracked up to be }
{ she won't forget me }

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"i'm high. i can do whatever and whoever i fucking want."

ughh... lovely... riley had a bit of a disgusted look on his face as he turned around, wrinkling his nose, coming face to face with the secretary. information. the fourteen year old answered, she said something and then she walked out. the japanese teen was pissed now, and he glanced back at james, before turning around and about to walk out of the room when he felt something grab the back of his shirt. an inward groan escaped the year ten as he forced himself to twist around and glare at the doe-eyed year eleven.

"where are you getting to so fast, riley?"

there was no point in lying. he had probably figured out that he was famous. quiet sigh, and the japanese male merely ignored the parrot's chirp and james' whisper to the colourful bird. "no point in lying, is there?" a fake, nervous laugh came from the fourteen year old, "you... may have figured out that wave master and VAP are recording labels... i'm famous. i did silver's themesong, 'dreams of an absolution', and a remix... i also did the opening and closing themesong for the anime 'death note'," the fourteen year old reached back, grabbing james' wrist and attempting to pry his hand off the back of his shirt. "i've also released an album under the label EMI music japan..." he mumbled quietly, managing to get the hand off his neck and forcing it to james' side. "please keep that secret; me being famous." the japanese teenager stepped back slowly, eyes fixed on the other musician, "now, if you'll excuse me... i have to go think of a song for 'face to faith'..." yeah right... james is probably going to pester me and ask me to recommend his band to one of the labels...

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• TAGS/ open; james levi.
• WORDS/ 305
• MUSE/ rambling o3o
• COMMENTS/ mrrow.

[james levi]

James groaned mentally, thinking of Parlaphone. It would have been nice for Riley to have been on Parlaphone. That was the one lable James and his band really wanted. But really, who wouldn't settle for whatever recording lable wanted them? Well, Disney had asked them to see a demo, but that was the only one. Disney wasn't worth it. "Nope, no use lying." James said. James could feel his words slurred. He felt like he was going to pass out. The headache was getting bad.

"No problem, Riley... If you can do me a favour." He said, a smirk pulling on his lips. Nothing like a little black-mail, eh? He picked up his bass and kept his doe-eyed, high gaze on Riley.

kinda short... sorry.

[*/ riley kimura]

{ i've been up all night just trying to see things from your twisted point of view }
{ i'm sorry for snow white; the prince wasn't all he cracked up to be }
{ she won't forget me }

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"nope, no use lying."

true, and lying isn't that good. telling the truth is better than telling little fibs... riley frowned a little when james had slurred his words a bit, but he kept quiet about that, not willing to ask if james had been taking drugs or something along those times, as he didn't exactly want to get hurt, because, well, he wasn't fond of getting hurt, though he was used to it. the japanese boy stepped back, turning around with his hand on the door handle, but then he heard james' voice, and the year ten immediately imagined a small smirk on the doe-eyed musician's face. he did not like the sound of that at all...

"depends on what... the favour is," if it's to get him on a recording label to keep him quiet, that's fine... but if it's something else... then i may decline... the fourteen year old kept his eyes on james, his thin brunette eyebrow raised at the other student. he hoped that he only had to get james in contact with a label.

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• TAGS/ open; james levi.
• WORDS/ 178.
• MUSE/ dying.
• COMMENTS/ your post is fine, fog o3o

[james levi]

James looked at Riley, nearly falling backwords as all of a sudden his eyes started playing tricks on him. Fire-works, big bugs, exploding strawberries. He was trying to catch his breath, and he was struggling to stand up as well. He rested his hand on the wall, in a bad attempt to keep his balence. His breath uneven, he dug into his pocket, mumbling "Shit..." rather loudly. He rested his head on the wall, closing his eyes. He found a few of the scraps of paper. He figued Riley was smart enough to figure out what it was, but he seriously hoped that Riley just thought James had a random spur of the moment 'I want a cracker' moment. He swallowed a few of them, then dug into his pocket again.

"Do you mind?" He said, feeling Riley's gaze. He pulled a needle out of his pocket. It was filled with tannish stuff. He winced, poking it into his arm and squeezing it. James felt his heart-rate speed up slightly, and he sighed. In a few moments, the allusions were back, also. He blinked a couple times, looking at Riley. With a few more blinks, his bed-room eyes were playing up his doe-eyes. Easiest way to get something? Seduction. "The favour," James said, taking a step closer to Riley and resting his hand on Riley's shoulder and looking him in the eyes, "Is to get me and my band onto a recording lable." He said, tapping his fingers on Riley's arm, putting his foot inbetween Riley's. It was a rather... dirty position when laying down.