Post by Rin Syrett on May 31, 2015 14:20:17 GMT
WORD COUNT1023 NOTESThis came out a lot longer than I thought it would be. >.< OUTFITSame as ever | It was dark, and with eyes no better than that of a human's, regardless of what form he occupied, he peered into the vague shadows ahead and below him as his large bulk tore through the air. Earlier on Rin couldn't seem to fall into the depths of slumber no matter how hard he tried. Pacing around his dorm, he was getting impatient, and the drive to do something was gnawing at the back of his mind, leaving him a restless mess. Having decided that he wasn't going to be able to sleep for a while yet, the Phoenix snuck out of the dorms, morphing into his bird-like state as he escaped the school compound. Flying had to be more entertaining than staring at the ceiling of his room, after all. He immediately snuffed out the flames in his feathers as he took to the sky, not wanting to give himself away to any bystanders below.
As the cool breeze lifted him upwards, he closed his eyes, reveling in the joy of soaring freely. It had been a while since he had the opportunity to change forms, since after applying to Hisso Academy he was under the constant scrutiny of hundreds of mortals alike, whether intentional or not. Now, even with the chilling breeze buffering against his body, he didn't feel the slightest bit of cold, too caught up in his own enjoyment to notice such inconsequential things. Sometimes he couldn't help but pity humans, grounded as they were, their airplanes as much a cage as it was their only means to fly. To be honest, while he depended on the school for food, shelter and education, staying there was a big pain in the ass too, and the restrictions on the behavior of supernatural creatures only served as a reminder time and time again. Nonetheless, for now he was free, and he took this chance to observe New York City from a bird's eye view, and though distracted took care never to swoop too low, lest someone catch sight of the abnormally large creature flying through the air.
Gradually, the hours past by. The sky, instead of lightening over time, grew steadily darker as storm clouds rolled over from the horizon. Without human gadgets nor the breaking of dawn to serve as warnings, Rin flew blissfully on, unaware of how late it was becoming. When he was flying at the very outskirts of the city, there was a sudden flash of lightning followed by thunder and he paused in surprise, glancing upwards only to see heavy storm clouds practically blotting the sky out. Eyes widening, if it was possible for a bird to look scared, well...that was how he would have looked. Oh, he was so fucked. In hindsight, perhaps he should have paid more attention to the weather, especially since some conditions have been proven to be especially deadly to one such as him. It was a bit too late for that though. Right now, there was little to no chance of making it back in time to avoid the rain. Still, Rin had to do something, and he wasn't going to give up without giving it a shot, either. Having no other choice, he about-turned, flipping around and rushing straight back to the Academy, desperately sacrificing some of his previous discreet in favor of speed as he raced back.
Tearing through the air at a pace far surpassing his previous one, he was just over Central Park when a single drop of rainwater fell on Phoenix's wing, rolling down his primaries before falling off. The droplet felt chilled to the touch with the harsh coldness of a blade, and equally as deadly. Quickly following the first one, numerous rain drops plummeted down in succession, drizzling down. It had definitely been a bad idea to stick around for so long, he decided as another hit his crest feathers and dampening his forehead. There was no way he would make it back to the dorms in time to escape the worst of it. Already he could feel the frigid air congeal into a heavy suffocating fog, seemingly sucking his very life out of his body as water cascaded down his back. And so, tucking in his wings, he dived downwards, seeking a place where he could take refuge from the storm.
Rin swooped under a shelter of sorts, changing back into his human body as he hit the ground. He had been carrying his clothes within his claws and he picked them up from the floor now, changing into them quickly. He was safe from the rain, and not a moment too soon. The sky was starting to pour down, blanketing the entire park in a sheet of falling droplets. Visibility was so horrid that he could see no further than a meter in front of him clearly. He hoped the rain wouldn't last till morning---he'll have to think of yet another excuse to skip outdoor activities, and within the recent weeks he had been giving one too many already. He didn't see the appeal of running around a soggy field, kicking a ball to and fro across the mud.
He felt the weight of his phone in his pocket and he fished it out, checking the home screen for the time. Crap, it was late. Closing his eyes, he slummed down on the floor, leaning his head against the wall behind him. At the rate the rain was pouring, it seemed unlikely that he would make it back to school on time once it stopped. And there was literally no way he could possibly venture out, unprotected by even a simple umbrella in this storm, without dying or falling terminally ill within the first ten minutes. As much as Rin wanted to avoid trouble, falling sick certainly wouldn't help matters at all. Well, he might as well get comfortable. It wasn't early anymore, and if this was any other day people would be roaming all over the park. With the rain, however...it seems that he would be alone here for quite a while, completely and helplessly stuck.
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Post by Ian Fischer on Jun 1, 2015 12:52:07 GMT
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Oh, please no ...
The thunder boomed across the dark world that Ian had the current displeasure of making his way through. As the first few drops fell Ian's blind hands rushed to his side, flipping open his leather messenger bag and quickly pulling out his collapsible umbrella and opening it above his head. It didn't take long for the rain to intensify to Ian's dismay, the umbrella being his only defense from becoming dripping drenched. The young man sniffed once as he brought his feet to rest on the park bench as well, hugging his knees to himself and pulling his reclosed bag closer to his side. This wasn't supposed to happen ...
Ian wiped at his ice blue eyes with his free hand as the rain continued to pelt against, well, everything around him. He knew this was going to be an odyssey but he had been hopeful that he wouldn't crash the ship into the Kalypso's island. All he was trying to do was find a bookstore in the entirety of New York City that not only carried braille but carried a selection that wasn't picked with single women in mind. Ian's fingers had felt over so many books of smut today he almost felt dirty. I mean, he didn't mind if there was a romance involved in a story but when the author spends three whole pages describing the shoulder width of a man named "Felatio" amongst other features of him? Yeah, no thank you.
Braille that didn't make Ian squirm, that was all. But could he find it? No. And when he asked the various workers at the numerous stores he had visited through out the day all he was told was "we have a wider selection online". Some even bragged of their free shipping policies but all Ian could do was stare at them. And of course by stare I mean blindly keep his head in the vague direction of where their voice was coming from. The school he went to didn't have the voice program he needed to even attempt to go on the internet. And if we were being honest, Ian was still a bit gunshy of asking the librarian or a fellow student for assistance. Surely whomever was available had better things to do than sit beside Ian and read to him varying book titles, wading through waves of more smut. So here he was. Lost in one of the most chaotic cities in the United States. The few people Ian had gathered up the nerve to ask for directions either didn't speak English or were far too busy to assist a stranger in --?!?
Ian jumped from where he sat at the sudden disruption of sound. "H-hello?" The young man would ask combating the blanket of rain to be heard. "Um, are you okay?" Still in the fetal position upon the park bench, huddled there to protect himself from the rain, his free hand searched at his side to grip the white cane that had been leaning beside him. His ice blue eyes looking out into the dark raining world he was currently in instead of safe and warm back at his dorm room. He OOC: Hellooooo~ Nice to meet you, my name is rain <3 He is a student at the same academy however he's a clueless human to the non-human nature of the other students. so obviously a "what up? I'm a phoenix ^0^" would freak him out xd Rin SyrettBOINK OF GS |
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Post by Rin Syrett on Jun 2, 2015 16:00:43 GMT
WORD COUNT829 NOTESIan FischerHeyyyyy there, name's Ranne~ Nice to meet you too, hon. o/ Lol, out names are quite similar, aren't they? xD Rin's unlikely to bring up the fact that he's a Phoenix, simply because it gives away a major weakness: water, so Ian's safe from any life-altering revelations for the moment. :3 Though, Rin's control over his powers is pretty bad, so what can I say, he might actually sneeze out sparks or something. ^^;OUTFITSame as ever | From his position on the floor, just a scant distance away from the torrent outside, all he could hear was the unceasing patter of droplets smacking the pavement. It was deafening, blocking out everything else, and yet oddly rhythmic at the same time, such that its droning did not annoy him as much as it would have. He listened to it in an attempt to lull himself into reverie, trying to pass the time as his index finger traced unconscious patterns on the ground beside him, disturbing the fine layer of dust that had resided there. Suddenly Rin gave a yawn, catching himself by surprise, and his hand flew up to cover his mouth, stifling the sound almost immediately. In the end it sounded much like a strangled goose, and he had never been more glad that there was no one about to hear it.
That's right---he hadn't slept all night, and his body saw fit to remind him of that fact. Now that he realized it, he was only too aware of the waves of fatigue that hung beneath his skin and weighed down his brain, which he had pushed to the back of his mind during his flight just a while ago. He had nothing to distract himself currently, though, and his weariness tugged on his consciousness as it lured him into the depths of slumber. With his eyes closed and his mind in a daze, he didn't notice the person sitting down on the bench just opposite, curled up and huddling beneath the umbrella.
The voice, muted as it was by the unrelenting downpour, still rang loud enough that it broke the Phoenix out of his thoughts. There was somebody around, somewhere. His eyes flew open, and he sat up as he swung his gaze in the general vicinity of the sound. It was a boy, around the same age as himself, physically at least. He didn't look like any sort of threat, but then, so did many of the supernaturals that roamed around the school compound. Heck, he himself didn't look like he could harm shit (not that he actually could), yet either way he still wasn't exactly defenseless. Sometimes Rin wished that he was of another race---his senses were no better than an average human's. A vampire would have been able to figure things out, probably. Honestly, he was a bit ashamed to admit that his first thought upon seeing anyone unfamiliar was to find out whether they were human or not. It always felt...discriminating, in a way, to judge someone based on what they were. Still, it couldn't be help, considering how dangerous some beings are to him (especially those pesky water manipulators). The figure looked so miserable, however, that it was hard to picture him as anything even remotely harmful. Maybe a nuisance, but a threat? No.
"Uh...yeah, I'm fine." He snapped at the question asked, perhaps a bit too curtly. He was wet, exhausted, and he really didn't want to engage in conversation at this point in time. Still, his words had came out a tad more harsh than he had intended. The guy didn't do anything to him (yet), after all, and chances were was that he was another poor soul stranded in the most unfortunate of situations. If anything they shared a common trait: bad luck. What caught his attention, however, was that the person wasn't quite looking at him, but more like staring at someone beside him, not that there was any. Even through the rain he could see that. And, grasp tightly within his other hand was a white cane. It didn't look like crutches, so he couldn't be injured. But the only other reasons were...well, either the guy had a really bad fashion sense (canes were outdated like, a century ago, right?), or he was blind.
Oh god, he just treated a blind guy rudely, kinda. Being stuck in the rain was bad enough; being stuck in the rain when you couldn't even see had to be one of the worst things ever. Rin could almost picture it: surrounded by eternal darkness, cold, all the while being continuously pelted by freezing, moist droplets...it was a disturbing imagery. "Hey," he added, his tone a lot more welcoming. "You okay, too?" If anything the guy was under worse circumstances than he, so he figured that the least he could do was not be a git. Glancing at the flimsy umbrella battling against the squall of raindrops, he couldn't help but give a slight wince. "There's some kind of shelter here, and it provides more cover than what you currently have," he called out, shouting in order to be heard above the splatter of rain. "I don't mind sharing it, and it's drier." Well, actually, he did mind sharing his space, but outside was simply drenched in water, and the Phoenix wouldn't wish even his worst enemy to suffer under such an environment.
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Post by Ian Fischer on Jun 5, 2015 5:02:35 GMT
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The snapped reply honestly caused Ian to jump slightly having not been expecting it. The umbrella he held even jerked to the side slightly before returning to its previous station by the sudden-ness. "Oh, good .... Sorry." Ian would reply following a gulp. The young man cleared his throat before shifting his blind stare to the side, not wanting to make the stranger feel uncomfortable.
It was only when this stranger's next words appeared that Ian's head turned a few inches back in his direction. Wary of answering this person's question due to his earlier tone Ian waited for him to finish his complete train of thought. The voice was kinder this time. Loud, since he had to be heard above the rain. But nicer. Much nicer all around honestly since now he (it sounded like a he at least) was offering a better shelter from the rain not too far away from the sounds of it.
A loud violent crash of thunder brought Ian's response sputtering out, "Yes! Yes please!" His hands trembling from his sudden scare coupled with how he sincerely was not a fan of his current circumstances Ian swung his messenger bag back over his shoulder and braved the dark wet world. His cane tapping furiously in front of him for this shelter that was supposed to exist. A lower rumble of thunder causing Ian's breath to catch in his throat. He didn't like this. He didn't like walking forth when the world was this way. It was uncertain. It was scary. Terrifying was a word that came to mind as another roll of thunder sounded as the rain began to intensify.
On course for the direction the voice had originated from, in his haste he will trip over the shallow step leading up to it. Or he guessed it was a step. Could have been a rock or an abandoned right tennis shoe for all he knew. Regardless he'd stumble forward. If he were to fall into the stranger he would apologize profusely scrambling to collect himself and not cause the stranger any further issue. However if instead he were to miss the stranger he would catch himself before falling onto the floor completely. He'd snap back up to standing straight again and would fiddle with himself in a nervously embarrassed habit, "Sorry. I, uh. It's hard for me to get around ..." Sniffing once he'd do his best to hush the shivering caused by cold brought on by the rain but also by his nerves due to the occasional roll of thunder. OOC: Thank you for your patience and understanding Life threw me a curve ball this week Rin SyrettBOINK OF GS |
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Post by Rin Syrett on Jun 5, 2015 11:54:26 GMT
WORD COUNT463 NOTESIan FischerCompared to my previous ones, this post is kinda substandard, so sorry 'bout that! And don't worry about posting---take as long as you need! IRL comes first, after all, and it's not like I can't wait. :3 Hope everything settled down for you! To be honest, I didn't quite see your message until after you posted, so it's not like it matters lol xD OUTFITSame as ever | The awkward apology was making Rin feel rather guilty, but he pushed it to the back of his mind. What's done was done, and it wasn't like he could take back his words, even if he had wanted to. Which he totally didn't, by the way. He bit his lower lip, diverting his gaze away from the stark white cane as he rested his chin on the back of his hand, doing his best to ignore the uncomfortable atmosphere that lay between them.
The guy's next words, however, brought his attention back, and he looked up as the dude shambled forwards, his cane blindly hitting the ground in front of him as he used to it guide himself to the shelter. He had to give it to him---that was pretty brave, leaving the sanctuary of the bench like that. For all the guy knew, the safety promised could have been a sham, cooked up for his own amusement. After all, it wasn't like he could see the shelter, so he had no way of knowing whether Rin was lying or not. But he braved the rain anyways.
He had been watching the guy's progress rather intently, and as he neared the small step---it was barely noticeable, more of an elevation, actually---his eyes widened, and he automatically opened his mouth to shout out a warning. It was too late, however; The person tripped, his wet body barreling straight into a mostly-dry Phoenix. Feeling the cold, moist bulk crash into his chest, his first reaction was to violently push him off with a shriek, but he stopped himself just as the guy scrambled back onto his feet.
"Ah...my bad. Should have told you about that ledge," he said, after wrangling his revulsion towards the chilly touch back under his control. His own clothes were slightly damp now from the contact, and he silently mourned. Damn it. Shuffling to the side in case the guy wanted to sit down, he pursed his lips, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious now that they were in each other's company. He'll have to make small talk now, wouldn't he, having brought this upon himself? It would be rude not to, and would only further the uneasy tension that hovered around the two strangers. "I, uh...what's your name?" he tried, face coloring with embarrassment at how his attempt came out. He was almost regretting his choice to invite the dude over; almost. "What'cha doing out so late, anyway? Or early, I guess, depending on how you see it." The guy didn't look much older than Rin himself, so chances were he was still a student. Didn't he have like, a curfew to worry about? Not everyone had the means to fly out of a school compound, after all.
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Post by Ian Fischer on Jun 5, 2015 13:32:32 GMT
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"You're fine, you're fine." Ian would respond quickly to the apology with the shaking of his head. "Knowing me I would have hit it anyway." Which of course gave way to the awkward laughter Ian was semi-known for before another crash of thunder pretty much puffed out that candle. Swallowing hard the young man would sniff again as he looked out blindly towards the dark wet world he was now temporarily safe from.
It would be the stranger's next words that caused his gaze to turn to his general direction. The voice didn't sound that old. The teenager considered his predicament before concluding it couldn't hurt to answer the inquiries. "Ian," He'd say with a small smile. "My name is Ian." The "uh" in the first question making him feel a bit more comfortable.
"And ugh, this day." The smile gave way to an annoyed frown. "I wanted to be home hours ago. At least I'm assuming hours ago. Feels like it's been weeks I'm so fricking tired." All day today he'd been kicking himself for leaving the watch in his dorm that verbally told the time when you clicked a button on the side. But knowing how long you've been screwed doesn't exactly help the fact that you're screwed ....
"I've been out here since nine am this morning trying to buy... something specific." He'd say with an unconscious slight redness in his cheeks. The last thing Ian wanted to admit was the amount of smut he had read today. That last one discussing Felatio and his assets had probably scarred him for life. "Long story short. Didn't find it. I've given up. And then I couldn't find my way back to the bus station. Everyone here either doesn't speak english, pretends they don't speak english," Ian would begin with a not so hidden bitterness. That last lady he was positive was speaking English to her shopping companion before an inquiry from him caused her to say "Lo siento. No hablo Inglés." Bull shit you no habla English! "Or they straight up ignored me."
Looking up with a shy embarrassed smile Ian would inhale to ask his next question, "I'm just trying to get back home to my dorm. Could you maybe help me? Just, anything would help at this point." But then Ian would start at his own rudeness. "But I'm sorry! I haven't even asked your name yet." The young man would sigh as he brought a hand up to scratch the back of his neck in a tired fashion, annoyed with himself for being so rude. OOC: lol thank you and psh, don't put yourself down. you're fine. it was a lovely post. I know I'm spending the weekend in chicago for the lindsey stirling concert so at the latest I'll probably post either sunday or monday again. Rin SyrettBOINK OF GS |
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Post by Rin Syrett on Jun 10, 2015 13:33:56 GMT
WORD COUNT542 NOTESIan FischerAhhh, there are no words for how late this is. I'll post more often in the future, I swear! />_>/ OUTFITSame as ever | Rin gave a small chuckle at the guy's words about tripping on the step regardless. "Maybe..." he muttered, staring outside at the stormy world beyond the sheltered refuge that they were both under. It was pretty obvious, from what he could tell, that the other person was scared. He honestly had no idea why---it couldn't be that the guy was intimidated by him, right? The Phoenix mused idly...perhaps it wasn't his company that they guy was afraid of, but the fact that he was essentially trapped by the hostile environment that was currently raging around them. His companion's fear was understandable enough, he supposed, especially when he himself gave a start at a sudden crash of thunder. To him, storms always seemed to bring with them this lingering feeling of despondence. Suffice to say, he never liked them.
The dude introduced himself, and Rin couldn't help but yawn as Ian complained about his fatigue, inwardly agreeing. "Well," he murmured, "it's practically the next day already, and if I don't reach school in an hour or two I'll be late for class, I think. Since you've been out here since nine yesterday...let's just say that you've been up for a very long time." Goodness...what possessed him to leave his warm, cozy dormitory for this freezing hellhole again? Oh right, he had problem sleeping. Right now, however, he felt simply exhausted, and what he wouldn't give to be able to lie down on his bed.
He listened as Ian continued talking, raising something about being ignored by passersby. That was to be expected though: New York wasn't exactly known for it's friendliness. Heck, if it were him, he wouldn't be answering some random stranger's questions either, though he wouldn't quite go as far as to pretend he didn't speak English. The only reason he was entertaining the idea of conversation now was because he didn't have much of a choice. It was with this thought in mind that he found himself giving a reply when asked about his own name. "Rin," he said, turning around to address his companion. "You mentioned something earlier about dorms? You don't happen to go to Hisso, do you?"
"I had decided to take...a late night stroll and I kinda forgot the time." Okay, that was bullshit, and not even the convincing kind. It wasn't like he could explain how he didn't have excess to his phone while in the form of a Phoenix. And who the hell willingly goes out at night unless they're confident of protecting themselves to a certain extend, at the very least? He just hoped that Ian wouldn't pick up on those oddities that he couldn't explain without giving away his non-human status. "So now I'm stuck, like you, I guess. I'm doubt I'll be able to do anything that can help---I don't even have an umbrella, you see. Unless you lend yours, then I suppose I can lead you back to your school or something, if you give me an idea of where it is." It wasn't like Rin to be so helpful, but he was kind of desperate to get out of the rain by now, and if that meant babysitting a blind guy, then so be it.
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Post by Ian Fischer on Jun 13, 2015 1:38:14 GMT
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Yes, Ian's demeanor fell at hearing the reality of the time passage. Practically morning? No wonder he was exhausted. Yes, Ian's mind questioned why a young man would go out for a night walk in the middle of New York City. Ian considered himself lucky enough to have not gotten mugged or worse yet. This kid beside him must be a real hard ass to not have to worry about such things affecting him. Which unconsciously made Ian feel more at ease. But these were fleeting thoughts. I mean it. They only lasted a moment's time in history before ---
Hisso? DID HE JUST SAY HISSO?!?!
Fuck all other thoughts! This teen knew of his school! If he was so inclined this Rin fellow could -- He was! He was willing to help him! Oh my god! Ian's tired facial features would do very little to bother hiding his appreciation, excitement and relief. "Yes. Yes, I go to Hisso." With the one hand still holding onto his cane, the other would thrust out his umbrella to the til-then-stranger-but-now-might-as-well-call-him-Superman young gentleman whose name we had recently learned was Rin. "I'm willing to lend -- yeah. Here." Ian would say, holding out the umbrella to the the other teenager, his words less eloquent than they could be due to his fatigue and eagerness to go home.
Being blind had caused Ian to gain a most commonly accepted "horrifying" mindset. When you are a wanderer of a pitch dark world and always have since the beginning and forever will for eternity, you gain this bravery to dare to trust. This young man whom he happened to meet in the rain? He could be a heavily tattooed and pierced saintly soup kitchen volunteer. He could be a well dressed and visually handsome sexual offender with a calm deceitful smile. With the outside world undergoing a dark thunderstorm and given Ian's predicament ... He chose to trust this Rin. Offering the umbrella, in a sense a major lifeline of his in such weather, Ian's ice blue eyes would look in the general direction of the stranger. "If you could help me that would be awesome." OOC: Real life comes first. Pshhhh, you're fine. I love how worried rin was about ian thinking too hard about his story. and ian chucked any thought on the matter out the window because "omg I'm saved!" Rin SyrettBOINK OF GS |
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Post by Rin Syrett on Jun 16, 2015 16:51:56 GMT
WORD COUNT427 NOTESDo you want them to reach Hisso like this, or would you prefer to throw in something (like a mugger, etc.) to give our charries grief?  I'm fine with anything, tbh. Also, if you need to powerplay a bit, such as assuming that Rin continued guiding them back to the Academy after the scene in this post, go ahead, I don't mind.  EDIT;; OMG I just realized that there were smileys on this site /shotOUTFITSame as ever | Not having his excuse questioned, fabricated on the spot and full of loop holes as it was, by Ian was a well earned blessing, Rin decided as he inwardly heaved a sigh of relief. One that he deserved for having been put through hell by enduring the weather around him for...well, it had only been a few minutes, but those were a few minutes too many. It seemed that the other teen was too elated about the fact that they shared a school to linger on his words for long. He could relate to that. Not only was it cold and wet, but it was causing him to lose much needed sleep. Having to travel to one destination instead of two would only cut short the amount of time before they would be able to rest on their beds (which were no doubt warmer by ten fold), so both of them attending the same academy could only be a good thing.
"That's a coincidence; so do I," he said, unknowingly letting some of his inner joy leak into his words. What made things better was when Ian agreed to his offer so readily. It was nice to know that someone was as eager to go back as you were; he suspected it had something to do with misery liking company. "Well, I kinda needed that umbrella anyway. I hate getting wet," the Phoenix grumbled, a slight whine, almost childish, apparent in his tone. Honestly, he didn't know how humans endured it sometimes, even going so far as to willingly submerged themselves in pools...he shuddered imperceptibly.
Grabbing the umbrella offered, he was about to step out into the rain when he realized he had no way of directing Ian back to Hisso. Unless they held hands or something along those lines, but that was a bit too personal for Rin to consider. "Um...would you mind holding onto the end?" he said, tapping the bottom of the umbrella handle on the guy's arm. "I'll guide you back this way." He positioned it such that the canopy covered them both, though he made sure that it was covering him more than it was his companion. It wasn't like a little rain would harm the dude too badly, at least not in the same way it would him, he thought, guiltless. Suffice to say, he needed it's protection from the torrent above them more. Slowly, waiting for Ian to follow him, he took a step forward, warily braving the storm as he stepped out from beneath the shelter.
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Post by Ian Fischer on Jun 19, 2015 3:52:44 GMT
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Hngggg. This Rin was a student of Hisso Academy too! Ian continued to listen to the young man's words though he was just thrilled to have a savior if we were being honest. He didn't like to get wet or something? This guy could help him! Who cared?? I mean, at a later time he would feel guilty of such a selfish focal point of thoughts but at this particular moment, pfft. He was exhausted mentally and physically. It wasn't like he was thinking in his usual proper mindset anyways.
Ian would jump slightly at the unknown object tapping against his arm. "Huh? Oh, yeah. Yeah. I can do that." The young man would first situate himself. Messenger bag was still over his shoulder, closed. His cane he decided to keep out just in case though would mostly choose to trust this fellow Hisso student. Ian would run his hand once through his hair before reaching out blindly with his free hand. Wither it would reach its mark immediately or would grab ahold of Rin's sleeve first and would trail his arm to the handle in question, he would do as he had been asked to. "Got it. I'll follow--" Ian would accidentally interrupt himself with a quiet tired yawn before finishing his sentence, "-- follow you."
Ian's disability would explain why he would be unaware of the percentage of umbrella-ness in regards to Rin using more of it. And so Ian would follow the other teenager's lead; gripping the bottom of the umbrella handle tightly so as to not be left behind. The rain would bombard the umbrella's roof as the two would brave into the wet world. It would be a while before Ian's brows would furrow ever so slightly, ".... thank you." He would say sincerely. "Thank you for not just leaving me ...."
OOC: I'm going to actually let you choose (cuz I'm a horrible person  muahahahaaa) I'm game either way personally. I'm thinking even if we closed this scene we could start a new thread at the school if you were interested. feel free to private message me on the site if you are ~ Rin SyrettBOINK OF GS |
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I'm fine with anything, tbh. Also, if you need to powerplay a bit, such as assuming that Rin continued guiding them back to the Academy after the scene in this post, go ahead, I don't mind. 
muahahahaaa)
