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Post by */ riley kimura on May 14, 2010 23:53:36 GMT
  
{ 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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a few hours after the masquerade had started, the fourteen year old had developed a headache and decided to limp outside for a bit, in order to cool off a bit and get some fresh air. of course, it would hurt to have a breather. his lungs were still broken from when he was hit by a car a couple of weeks ago. he had been released nine days ago, to the surprise of most, since he had healed quicker than expected. people asked him how he had recovered from a fractured arm, a twisted ankle, a sprained leg and two broken ribs so quickly, but unfortunately he himself had no answer to that and wanted one like them.
of course there was still the faint marking of a black eye to his right, though it was barely there and unnoticeable unless you really looked for it. the asian teenager sighed and leaned back against the wall located near the entrance of the hall. he crossed his arms, before uncrossing them undecisively and pushing up the orange and black beanies up a bit. the secret celebrity was one of the students who didn't wish to attend wearing a mask, but he did decide to come wearing the outfit that had been picked out for his next concert. with that he had also decided to wear sunglasses, though right know they were clipped to the black belt around his light blue baggy jeans. of course for his concert he would have to not wear a white tank top under the grey waistcoat and black 'skin tight' hoodie. tonight he decided it best to just wear a tank top, as if was a bit cold, and he found it easier to breathe when he had a tight tshirts on. riley reached up with a 'leather'-clad palm and brushed part of his fringe out of his face, just bringing himself to the attention of the music in the hall right now.
it wasn't really christmassy, but he had the video filmed a few days ago. he could hear the soft and calm tones of the ballad version of 'so much more...' a song of his.
"... i'm cool in a twisted kind of bliss with saying goodbye..."
at those words, riley had involuntarily closed his eyes, resting his chin against his chest with a small smile on his face, letting one of his favourite songs wash over him as he crossed his arms, allowing himself to fall into a light doze...
... before he suddenly choked on air what seemed to be a couple of moments later though was really ten minutes later. choking on air was horrible, especially when it hurt so much to cough and breathe heavily and pant. the year ten jumped away from the wall, clutching one arm around his chest and the other on his neck as he leaned forward, breathing through gritted teeth and trying to get air back into his lungs and resume his normal soft breathing. the fourteen year old brunet stumbled slightly on his ever so slightly sprained leg, almost falling forwards, and he would've fallen on the concrete path and did damage to his chest if he hadn't suddenly been caught by someone. he let out two painful coughs before falling limp, still finding it hard to breathe in air. either he had to be given cpr [but who would do that? only one person probably would], or he had to straighten up and breathe deeply and take all the pain it caused him. riley was still limp and thus being held up by whoever had caught him, his eyes closed and 'breathing' raggedly. "uugh.. a-airrrrr..." subtle hint.
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• TAGS/ private [roy kanba~<3]
• WORDS/ 610.
• MUSE/ a bit... meh? O.o
• COMMENTS/ breathe air into rileyyyy! xD
outfit // want some motion videos with that? I,II,III,IV
feel free to force riley to wear this choker
so much more... ~ballad version~
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Post by • Roy Kanba on May 16, 2010 1:27:47 GMT
   * we want more than this world's got to offer
[/font] * we want more than the wars of our fathers[/font] * and everything inside screams for second life[/font][/right][/blockquote][/blockquote] loud music, beating lights, crowds. that was a high school dance for you. teenagers seemed to love the adrenaline rush of standing on the dance floor, right in the middle of the excitement, and partying with friends. now, perhaps halfway through, was when things seemed to be most hectic. even though it was christmas, there perhaps only every other song had a remotely holiday sort of theme to it, if even that. the masks did add a sort of eloquence to it, though. a bit unnerving at first, yes, but once you got used to it they were an almost exotic addition. most of the attendees wore them. only a few had gone without the accessory. like him, for instance.
he'd signed up as a chaperon. after all, there was no way that a load of hormone-rampant kids could be trusted packed in so close together for an evening. arriving early and staying the night were his duties, as well as breaking disputes and pulling apart make-out sessions and dispelling whatever else the students could think up to do of a questionable nature. and he, who usually dressed on the business-like professional side of casual, was wearing a tux. complete with a black stripe-adorned coat, a black tie with white dots, and the black pants with the spit-shined shoes. why? he had no idea. it was the attire he usually wore on dates. but, since he hadn't been out to dinner with many sonnishore women lately, he figured he might as well get another night out of the outfit. it'd felt a little stiff at first, but he'd grown used to it again quickly enough.
it could certainly be a drag, though, working this late into the evening. he'd signed up for an excuse to be there for the event, of course, but he'd also done it out of a touch of peer pressure. it seemed that leonhardt had been hoping for a few more people, and had started throwing around the idea of extra paperwork for those who didn't volunteer their time to the masquerade. well, at that point there was nothing left to consider. but by now the dance was getting to him. with a light headache, he wasn't going to wait for it to progress -- better step out and get rid of it now than to wait for it to worsen and suffer the consequences later. he vaguely remembered having a few tylenol stashed in his office. of course he hadn't had the sense to take some beforehand.
roy slipped out of the large hall, and was instantly gratified by cool refreshing air. there was an odd low buzz at he back of his mind. that's what happened when you were around loud music for too long; the chemist didn't envy the kids inside who'd likely be deaf by the time they were forty. he took a minute to relax, tugging gently at the front of his black tux to further cool himself down. lost in his own thoughts, he hadn't really taken the time yet to look around. so when a sudden clack sounded to his left, he jumped slightly in surprise and looked to see what had caused it. riley? it looked like he'd lept away from the wall, and.. was he choking? one hand was around his neck, and that was universal enough when you put it with his loud gasps for air. roy's mind immediately thought back to the car accident. the fourteen-year old had been let out surprisingly quickly. were these the consequences?
when the boy began to fall forward, the teacher was immediately at his side to catch him. his arms wrapped securely around riley's chest as he pulled him into a more relaxing embrace, and for a moment the man's shrewd mind couldn't help but think, smooth save, i've still got it. but no, that wasn't the end of the issue. the teen was still struggling for air. after he'd been caught, he'd gone rather limp. then he asked for air. what was he supposed to -- oh, wait. he'd been in the army, and he'd been on the battlefield. of course he could perform cpr. did riley need it? quite possibly, and even if he didn't it sure as hell wouldn't hurt the situation. perhaps just straightening the year ten up and encouraging him would merit a recovery, though. that too was quite possible.
ha, yeah right. even if it would be wiser to try the latter first, then use cpr as a last resort, it wasn't going to happen. why? this was roy kanba, notorious womanizer [slash recently discovered pedophile, as it seemed]. he wouldn't pass up an opportunity like this. "right. air." his onyx eyes glanced around before he dared to move; good, nobody else around. the chemistry teacher then went to lay riley down on a bench lining the hall, mindful of his condition. it'd been awhile since he'd done any cpr.. but he was certain enough that he could accomplish it, if only a little less smoothly than he once could. it'd get the job done. "try to relax some." he said, hoping it'd get some sort of a reaction. then he lowered his face onto riley's, and began to work.
two breaths, thirty compressions... two breaths, thirty compressions...
roy soon fell into a rhythm, and he was quite pleased to find that he could indeed still perform cpr quite well. so well, perhaps, that it felt quite a bit like kissing.
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