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Post by keith gray on Jan 3, 2010 11:40:43 GMT
so what if you can see the darkest side of me no one will ever change this animal i have become !
"done."
the single voice could be heard down the corridor, coming from a male at one end of the corridor. he paced back down to the other end of the corridor, one hand in pocket and holding his notebook and pen in the other, holding it out in front of him so he could read his own handwriting. he narrowed his pastel brown eyes, before smiling to himself. the lyric work to this song were alright, actually... the male sighed before glancing around. the corridor was empty, probably because everyone else were enjoying the sun outside. he couldn't blame them - most days in winter were cold, but you did get a few sunny days and it was best to enjoy them while they were there. the lone male sighed as he shrugged and walked straight towards the bathroom. no one would be here if they were outside, because they'd just go to the ground floor...
why did keith gray come to the first floor anyway? he should have went to the second floor, or even third floor. the library was here and some people could be in there. keith leaned back after going into the bathroom, peering out of the corridor again, glancing up and down and left and right. no one. he rolled his eyes and straightened up, going to the taps. slowly he placed his notebook in between his legs, keeping it there, and he held his pen in his mouth while he turned the tap on and slid his hands under, letting the water run over his hands. while he was there he looked in the mirror, studying himself. today he wore the same dark red, almost black, sleeveless vest tshirt he wore on the christmas party, and he was also wearing the normal jeans, not skinny ones, but these had a chain on 'em. in his trouser pockets were his gloves, fingerless, black leather. keith rolled his eyes, catching sight of the chain necklace around his neck and smiled a bit to himself. after a full minute he turned the tap off and flicked the water off his hands before he grabbed his notebook and shut it and went to the dryer. he flicked it on, and immediately felt warm air on his hands, drying them.
keith gray went back out of the corridor, sighing as he glanced around. absolutely no one. should he go to his dorm to study maybe, or just lounge around? he could also call his band and have a song meeting, but... he didn't feel like it. the jock rolled his eyes, walking towards one of the windows that overlooked the grounds of starlight academy. a bit of sunshine shone on his pale peach coloured arms, while the rest of his body were shadowed a little. keith sighed to himself as he looked down. there were quite a few students outside, relaxing. he supposed others might be at the pool, cooling down. kiara cherrystone, however, would be in her cave most likely, with her 'tame' wolf... whose name he didn't remember. the male blinked slowly, hearing footsteps, and he turned his head a bit, looking towards the stairs. sure enough, someone was walking up them, just who? slowly, keith put his pen in his pocket, eyes fixed on the same spot as the stairs, waiting for the person to come into view.
TAGS} open to any experienced roleplayers closed
WORDS} 559
DAY} friday
TIME OF DAY} afternoon
WEATHER} sunny outside
NOTES} i dunno what shoes he should be wearing loll... maybe his normal boots. ;O xD heshouldntwearhissexybootsyet.
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Post by jullian crowley on Jan 4, 2010 7:29:33 GMT
That boy took my love away,
But He'll regret it, someday. Cause this boy wants you back again. [/right][/b][/i]  [/center]
Cigarette hanging from his mouth, drumsticks in his pocket, Jullian made his way up the stairs, his ocean-like eyes darting around, keeping watch for any snapping teachers. He jumped when he saw Keith, almost putting his hand over the cigarette to snuff it out, but saw who it truely was, and dropped his had. He finnished walking up the stairs, taking a good look at Keith. What should he do? Say hello? Tottally ignore him? After all, as of the dance, they were musical compition. So what? Even James talked with the other bands in Liverpool. It couldn't hurt.
Jullian was wearing dark blue jeans, which weren't exactly baggy, but they were slightly too big and had to keep pulling them up. His shirt was short sleved and grey, bearing the words, "Eat No" with a picture of a cow. Jullian was a vegan, he didn't use anything that was made with animal, at the cost of an animal's life, or with the hurting of an animal involed. He loved animals. He was wearing converses, navy blue ones with yellow laces, that had the words, "Starr" and "Crow" inked on them.
He grabbed the drumsticks - maplewood, with silver tip-covers, out of his pocked as he walked up the stairs, click, click, his feet made an awful sound, and when he got up to the top, he pulled his pants up slightly, but not enough to assume the image of a nerd. Shoving his drumsticks back into his pocket, he looked at Keith, blinking a couple times. Ackward moment. "Hey, you're Keith, right?" He said, his camera dangling from his hand.
Oh, the camera. He loved the camera. He loved being behind it though, working magic with a modle's face. He was far from gay, though. Sometimes, when his female models thought he was gay, he would say something like, "Yeah, I'm gay. And you are super sexy." Sometimes they would smack him. Other times they would be like, 'whatever.' He liked working with male-models more though, emotian was so much harder to catch. It was so much more of a challenge. He couldn't help thinking how much of a wonderful model Keith would be.
Jullian switched the camera into his other hand, looking down at it as he did. It was a professional camera, complete with a full zoom and perfect lense. He didn't want to drop it. With his now-free left hand, he switched the ciggerette into the other side of his mouth. He blinked a couple times. Then switching the camera back. He really wished Keith had not been watching him. He would have snapped a couple pictures of him before he could notice.
Blinking a few times, Jullian looked at Keith, waiting for him to respond. He shuffled his converse-clad feet, almost dancing a little. Jullian was a goofball. Resting his finger on the power switch of his camera, he argued with himself wether he should do it or not. Jullian sighed, adgusting his cigarrette again.
This boy wouldn't mind the pain.
Would always feel the same.
If this boy gets you back again.
This Boy, This Boy, This Boy. The [Fab] Notes: I even did my nice template for you, Darkee!
The [Starr] Tag: Keith Grey, Open.
The [Snare] Words: Five-hundred Fifty Four
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Post by keith gray on Jan 4, 2010 17:01:32 GMT
he blinked, very slowly, when the person came into view. it was a regular, definitely. what year? keith pursed his lips as he flicked his gaze back to the window, watching the outside, though really watching the other person from the corner of his eyes. they seemed familiar. very. he blinked a couple of times, standing up straight, properly, before he looked back at the other person. now he knew who they were. well, he'd seen them, but... he knew the face. it was jullian crowely, more known as jude though. he blinked, watched the person pull his jeans up a bit - they seemed a bit big - and then put drumsticks back in their pocket. he looked away when they came towards him, and he kept his lips pursed when they said,
"hey, you're keith, right?"
watching the other person out of the corner of the eye, taking note of the camera and the cigarette in the other person's mouth. the junior raised an eyebrow every so slightly as he pulled away from the window a little, completely fixing his pastel brown eyes on the other person now. he nodded a bti in answer, before he spoke. "correct. and you... are jullian crowely," slight smile, "obviously, i am keith gray... who else could pull off my look...?" keith murmured the slight question as he turned back to the window, fixing his gaze on the outside again, this time his eyes looking almost directly down and to the side. he saw a few students chattering amongst themselves, and keith blinked slowly, raising a thin eyebrow before he suddenly looked at jullian.
"you like photography, don't you? i noticed the camera, and the fact that your finger his by the power button, perhaps contemplating whether to take a picture of me," the jock's voice had a weak scottish accent mixed in with a bit of northern english, as well as some welsh. his voice sometimes mixed in with other accents, but it always had his normal accent, which was quite scottish. he raised a thin eyebrow, leaning against the wall (partly the glass window), his elbow resting on the window sill and his other hand holding his wrist slightly. a small barely noticeable smirk was on keith's face as he watched julian closely, waiting for an answer.
NOTES} templatee!! xDD anyway, would jullian actually want keith for a model? because.. keith would be willing to do so. and all sorts of modelling too. especially ones which have him shirtless, or with his knife, or with a collar and lead, or a chain, or blood. (: xD
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Post by jullian crowley on Jan 4, 2010 17:35:53 GMT
His long fingers brushed over the power button on the camera. He brushed his fingers more, putting some presure on it, almost clicking the power button. His fingers were red, coming back from a photo-shoot for his band. He was the publisist, really, more than the drummer. He was still a quite good, professional seeming drummer, though. He wore cloth gloves - never, ever would he wear leather ones - and used professinal sticks.
He looked at Keith's gloves and gasped slightly. He stopped himself, reminding himself that not everyone was a vegan like him. Jullian smiled slightly when me mentioned the camera. "I'm an art major, and yes, I was going to take a picture of it, but I figured you would find me strange or or rude." He said truthfully. "Or gay, or something else or slutty or something." Jude laughed.
He looked Keith over, trying desperatly not to be creepy. "Hey," He said, pausing for a moment, "My old model, in Liverpool, there's no way for him to transfer here, so I need a new model. I need to send in a portfolio soon, or they're going to make me go into the unadvanced art program." He said, almost sounding like he was begging. "You seem interesting. Would... would you... Can you be my model?" Jude felt as though he was struggling for words. He didn't know why. It was probally because he was desperate.
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Post by keith gray on Jan 4, 2010 17:56:10 GMT
he tilted his head a bit when jullian had gasped quietly. why? keith blinked slowly, deciding not to mention anything, and when he had mentioned the camera, jullian had smiled a little. the blonde listened, eyes fixed on the other male as he spoke, seeming to tell the truth. the jock blinked slowly, eyes narrowing a bit when jude said that keith may find him strange, rude, slutty or gay. his eyes had hardened even more and keith twitched a bit, waiting for anything else the other one was going to say before he responded. he could almost feel the ocean blue eyed teenager's gaze on him, looking him over, studying him. then the photographer had started speaking again, a definite begging tone to his voice, and keith almost laughed, because the other male looked a bit like a lost puppy...
he still smiled when jude had said he called him interesting. a compliment, obviously. he seemed really desperate, and... it would give keith something more to do. "i don't see why not, jullian. i'll be your model," pause, then keith thought back to earlier. "also, there's nothing wrong with being gay, or bisexual, like myself," keith pulled away from the window, properly sliding his gloves on and crossing his arm, watching jullian carefully, awaiting his reply.
NOTES} why is it that hott guys are either gay or married? xD
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Post by jullian crowley on Jan 4, 2010 18:22:32 GMT
Jude looked at Keith and was slightly shocked. He didn't let it show too much, the hurt seeped through his eyes any way, covering it. "I... never said that." Jude almost blurted out that James was bisexual too, and the Jude got along great with him, but he didn't. He knew if he told Keith that, he would have a feild day. Besides, James wasn't bisexual much at all. It was more like 95% and 5%. The only guy Jude knew James had a crush on was Elvis Presly.
Jude had his camera attatched to his wrist, and he nearly jumped on Keith, giving him a hug. He pulled back very quickly though, looking at the ground with both hands on his camera. "Sorry..." He mumbled. When Jude got too happy, he often had random outbursts. He didn't have ADD, and the docters couldn't find out what was wrong with him.
Now all they needed was a time and place for the first photo-shoot. "Can we do a shoot at the beach? Are you free tomarrow?" Jude asked. I wanted to get something... with ice in the background. You can wear what ever you like, you'll be changing when you get there, anyway." He said rather harshly.
One more thing... Jullian thought. "The rest area can be the surf shop, it's warm, right? Or The coffee shop, if you'd perfer. Either or, and you can get a bite to eat when you want to. I'm rather flexable about those things." He said simply. He was used to telling people what to do. "Also, you can't wear any leather."
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Post by keith gray on Jan 4, 2010 19:49:52 GMT
he hadn't realised that what he said about sexuality could've touched a nerve. keith winced a little when he saw the hurt in jullian's eyes, and he stayed absolutely still, watching the younger male. then suddenly, jude had half jumped on him, giving the jock a quick hug. keith blinked slowly, slightly confused at what just happened. he stared at the other person before glancing away when they started speaking. was he free tomorrow? he might actually be working at the stables in the morning and riding ciaran, and then in the afternoon he'd was definitely in the music department with his band... keith suddenly blinked, watching jullian carefully. changing? keith narrowed his eyes. he could be quite picky about clothes, and people he barely knew did not know his style of clothing.
at the mention of getting a bite to eat when he wanted to, keith felt a frown come on his face. he barely ate any way, sometimes he had to be forced to eat... he was getting better with eating, but he usually only ate certain food. he mostly drunk things, like fizzy drinks or tea... then suddenly, keith froze up.
"Also, you can't wear any leather."
the jock just growled at jullian, eyes narrowing. god knows how long keith could last without leather... he could last without it when he was sleep but even so that was indoors and he could easily fall asleep with his fingerless leather gloves on. keith narrowed his eyes even more so, growling again, his voice getting a bit lower.
"i may be busy tomorrow, but the day after... sunday, i will be free... the beach is fine, jullian. however, there's a small catch," twitch, his gaze hardened, and his voice went a bit husky, on purpose, "i'm attatched to leather, and i need to wear it. and also, i can be quite stubborn with clothes... i won't wear anything bright, or colourful, due to being partly goth and emo, but i will wear white." even his horse was dark coloured! all the tack was dark too, but the boots ciaran had to wear were white. it fit the thoroughbred quite well..
"plus, you have to be careful with what yo're going to make me model. i won't do certain things, which i can't exactly name right now," the jock felt his nose twitch and his hands dropped to his side, one of his gloved hands going into his pocket, fingering the blade of the knife that was in there.
NOTES} ol' knifayy. ;O
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Post by jullian crowley on Jan 4, 2010 20:15:01 GMT
Jullian's ocean coloured eyes looked at Keith, tempted to shout, Well, if you are the model, you'll wear whatever the fuck I put on your sorry ass. So if I say no leather, no leather. Also, you will be wearing things that are bright. I'll dress you up like a fucking hippy if I want to. Jude, however, was smart enough to know not to say what was on his mind; Keith was far to interesting to lose. He was - what seemed - a photographer's deam.
"My style is very colourful, but also features black and white." He said, and sighing, shuffling his feet, he looked at Keith with eyes that hoped he would understand. "I'm not asking you not to wear leather cause I'm a jerk or I just don't like leather." He said. Why did it have to be so hard to tell people of his veganism? "I'm a vegan." He said, being careful to pronounce it clearly. He'd had people before who would mistake his words for 'vergin' and ask him how it was relevant. Looking back, it was kind of funny.
It wouldn't be right now, though. It would be utterly disterbing right now. "Please, if you would, respect my values and don't wear leather? Or at least not on anywhere I can see..." Jude sighed. Why didn't anyone understand veganism? "And something colourful for twenty minutes?" He said kindly.
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Post by keith gray on Jan 5, 2010 17:05:20 GMT
just by watching jullian's face carefully, the jock could see that the photographer was a bit angry at him for saying that he wouldn't were a lot of vibrant colours. keith pursed his lips, raising an eyebrow before he listened to the male speak and then shuffle his feet a bit. then he felt hopefilled eyes on his figure, and keith raised an eyebrow at the explanation of why jullian didn't want keith to wear leather. he felt his nose twitch and he slid his hand out of his pocket, by his own leg, and he tapped on it - four times with a finger - before he sighed and shrugged. "i usually only wear leather boots or gloves," keith's voice was softer than ever, and then he sighed. "the colourful items of clothing must have my approval before i wear it, and it is only twenty minutes. if the clothes are something i'm not fond of, i'm not wearing it," the jock's gaze flickered to the window before back at the photographer, and a small smile slipped on his face.
"i'll model for you jullian, but once you've gotten into your advanced class, you'll most likely have to find yourself a new model," pause, then, "i will however, model for you every once in a while." the small smile had become a bit more noticeable before it flickered and vanished, like a dying light. the jock sighed, and looked at the ground before saying, "i'll be free on sunday, got it? unless you want to take pictures of me with my horse in the morning, and slash or take pictures of me with my band."
NOTES} ...
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Post by jullian crowley on Jan 5, 2010 20:15:48 GMT
Jullian shuddered at the thought of someone wearing something made from an animal. It was sick and twisted in his mind, and he knew the process was a bloody, gorey mess. It was cruel, ending an animal's life so you could wear it's pelt or hide, or carry it around as a purse or wallet. Leather shoes discusted the young photographer. Killing an animal, making it into shoes, putting your foot in an animal's dead carcuss? It didn't make sense at all.
Food was another thing. People killing an animal to eat it? There was pleanty of good food around without killing an animal to eat it's flesh. That was just sick. He had gone on dates before with girls at resteraunts and they would order something like fish, or chicken, or steak. Domesticated things were the worse. Deer meat didn't bother him as much for some reason. People bred cows just to kill them. People bred chickens just to kill them and eat their unborn young. People bred fish to kill and eat them. There was other things you could eat. Spaghette, frozen yougurt, smoothies, fruit, vegtables. Though Jullian didn't favour vegtables. He was like a little kid when it came to veggies. He most likely would feed them to the dog.
Clicking his heels, Jullian listened to Keith. Yet again, he felt the burning erge to tell him that if he was the model, he would have to make do with whatever the fuck Jullian wanted him to wear. "You've got a horse?" He said. He had never taken any pictures with a horse in it. It would be new to him, a new challenge, and horses truely were beautiful creatures. "What colour is it?" He asked, before quickly saying to the part about Keith's band, "James would have my head mounted and put up in a very public place if I took any pictures of you with your band, however, If you wouldn't mind me snooping you around why you are riding, I'd love to."
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Post by keith gray on Jan 6, 2010 15:23:24 GMT
keith raised an eyebrow, watching jullian carefully. sure, he may wear leather, but he never really checked the label. maybe it was vinyl or synthetic leather? he should really learn to read things, but the jock wasn't that bothered. keith's pastel brown eyes flickered to the side, towards the window, and for a moment his eyes reflected back the light and turned their colour pale green before he looked away again, back at jullian with a pastel brown gaze. he blinked slowly, watching the other person carefully, almost smirking, mentally, because of his own attitude. he was so... stubborn, usually.
"you've got a horse?"
the jock raised a thin eyebrow before nodding a bit, he waited a bit, though merely tossed away the second question asked and shrugged a little about the band part. after the photographer had finished talking, the fifteen year old spoke. "yes, i have a horse. his name is ciaran, he's a seventeen foot high thoroughbred with a black coat," with a white blaze, keith added to himself, blinking slowly before sighing. he stepped back a little, watching jullian. "it's fine if you snoop around. i'll be going to the stables at about seven am, and leaving about one pm, to practise with my band, and discuss a few things," the jock blinked before smiling a little. he would have to fetch ciaran from the paddock, groom him quickly before going to the track to practise, and then do some jumping... of course, he'd have to find his horse's tack in the main tack room. that'd be fun.
NOTES} ...
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Post by jullian crowley on Jan 9, 2010 2:18:41 GMT
Jude's eyes flashed around Keith. Looking him over, he couldn't help noticing how casual he looked, standing there. He looked at Keith really quick, his ocean coloured eyes then flashing to his camera, which was held with both hands, his arms extended to their full extent, leaving the camera hanging somewhere around his belt.
Looking to each side, then back at Keith, he ran his finger over the power button again, this time brushing it enough to turn it on. He lifted the heavy camera, attached to it was a light-shooter, as he liked to call it, the big ball thing that professinal photographers used. But they used bigger ones. Looking one last swift glance at his camera, he raised it as swift as he could.
After a few seconds of positioning, very good positioning, indeed, switching on the flash on extra-bright with a swift flick of his thumb, then clicking the photo-taking button, then lowering the camera and gazing down at the picture that he had taken in all of three seconds. He was sure Keith probally didn't even know what had happened.
The flash, he knew, was blinding for a moment. The first time was the worst, and he always found his models hated it at first. They got used to it in time. Jules was still looking down at the camera, which was positioned in the same spot as it was before he had taken the picture, the photo of Keith appered. It was a nice picture for being taken so fast, it was well positioned for the speed.
"See you Sunday, then." He said, sitting down on the floor, his legs crossed. He scrolled through the pictures, his heart stopping when he got to one section, a tear coming to his eye. It was a section, with pictures of a dark-haired girl, her eyes sparkling. You could tell just by the photo that she was happy - and in love. Her hair was shiney, her skin was Italian looking, with the glowing tannish skin that most Italians' beared. Her dark brown eyes were sparkling, love and happiness radiated from the picture.
He still didn't know how this picture could make him cry so much. It was so happy, but why, why did he have to leave her in Itally, leave her with his heart in her arms, waiting for his return? A small tear rolled down his cheek, and he forgot Keith was there. he flicked to another picture, hoping it wasn't of her. But it was, he had avoided these pictures for so long. But no, he was gazing into the still eyes of the wonderful girl he had once called his own. The picture that he flicked to made him cry more. It was a crude picture, taken by James or one of his other Liverpudlian friends, most likely, that had come to Itally for that photo-shoot with him. The picture was slightly crooked, not artistically taken, but lovely all the same. She was kissing his cheek, Jude's smile was over-whelming. His eyes were bright, gazing at her, and her eyes were twinkling, just like in the last picture.
The picture brought a tear to his eye. He couldn't remember a time when her eyes weren't sparkling like that, other than the time when she hugged him good-bye at the airport. Her eyes, then, were glistening with tears. As were his. His thoughts were now occupied, by the black-haired girl, his days in Itally, his strangly-mangled and poorly-repaird heart, and his lost love. His heart ached, and he wanted her back. Looking up, sighing, and looking out the window at the sunshine, and he saw Keith out of the corner of his eye.
Quickly whiping the tear, he turned off the camera and set it down, hoping Keith hadn't saw his photographs. They were something he had to be proud of. The girl was beautiful as it was, but they way her hair was, the dress he had designed, hanging gracefully off her shoulder, her dark eye-liner, her graceful pose. Her hand resting on her cheek, she looked like Julliet, she looked like Shakespeare's beauty. She looked like a model on the cover of a romance novel.
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Post by keith gray on Jan 9, 2010 14:51:24 GMT
the male blinked slowly, eyes half fixed on jullian though half looking out of the window. his gaze went fully to the outside world, and so he didn't notice the photographer flick the power button of his camera on, and position the camera quickly. usually he would have noticed all this, but his mind was on something else. his thoughts were on february. the month of his birthday. he'd be turning sixteen, and he would legally be able to... do more things. he blinked slowly, opening his mouth a little, eyes fixed on the glass of the window as he felt a slight tingling sensation down his left arm... ciaran? has something happened to him? we're very close, so i could feel his pain... maybe?
his thoughts were cut off my the bright flash of light, and keith blinked, barely phased by it. he stayed still, blinking a couple of times more before he looked at jullian, his pastel brown eyes now with a sliver of deep blue in them. he watched as jullian kept his eyes on the camera, before saying something and sitting on the floor with his legs crossed. keith raised an eyebrow, before nodding a little, stepping forward and moving past jullian. once he was slightly behind the younger one, the jock stopped and twisted around a little, making sure that his flat soled boots made no sound. he moved slightly to the side, wondering what the other person was looking at. he narrowed his eyes a bit, the photos coming into view. a supposedly italian girl. tanned skin, dark brown eyes, black hair. keith blinked slowly, something stirring in his mind. this girl. she seemed familiar.
very familiar.
the pictures looked like they were in italy. he'd been to italy, because of some trip there that the orphanage had organised. maybe he had seen this girl somewhere, that's why she trigged a faint memory in keith's mind.
slowly, he moved forward, watching jullian as well as the photographs, though not really looking at them. he blinked slowly, noticing a slight wet trail from a tear down jules' cheek. the jock blinked slowly, before sighing mentally, watching as jullian quickly wiped the tear off his face and turning off the camera before setting it on the floor. keith smiled a little, to himself, before saying, "tomorrow, jullian, not sunday. if you go to the sonnishore stables tomorrow at seven am, i'll meet you there, and you can just hang around with me. that alright?" a small knowing look glinted in the jock's eyes.
NOTES} ... mooosee.
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