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Post by shiki on Jan 7, 2010 15:22:21 GMT -5
It was a crowd of people as usual on the famous streets of Milan, Italy. Everyone was still bundled up in their scarves and heavy coats. The air was crisp, yet so cold as it caressed bare skin. There were fluffs of clouds that appeared as if it was whipped cream sprayed over a beautiful azure blue surface. And hiding behind those whipped cream-like clouds was the sun that only peeked from the clouds. However minimal sunlight that the sun provided, it still provided a bit of warmth for everyone trying to escape the cold. Over all, it didn’t seem like a bad day. Not a bad day at all.
Today, it seemed as if the students of Stella Fiore were out of school for that day. Everyone took full advantage of this day of either rest, make up work, or exploring more of the city. And so, the students of Stella Fiore were free to mingle in the city should they choose to do so, whether it be from the crowded and expensive shopping centers to the lovely opera. For today, it seems that a particular student decided to make use of his time to visit the restaurant and foods part of Milan. The scent of food drifted everywhere so much that it must have seemed tempting to any nearby.
Although the area was as crowded as any other part of Milan, this particular student seemed to stand out. It was obvious that he was a male but a tall individual, standing around five foot nine or ten, perhaps appearing around the age of seventeen. That wasn’t particular the thing that stood out about him. He had short cinnamon red hair that seemed messy due to bed hair, however it seemed to fit him alright. His face was in a heart-diamond shape with a defined jaw line and his skin was flawless--the color of a peachy tinted ivory. What was probably most defining of his features were his eyes that stood out like diamonds. His eyes were an icy blue color, seeming as if they could pierce or see through anything. It was what perhaps made him able to keep distance from others because although he seemed to have an indifferent atmosphere, he was in fact as beautiful as a doll.
He appeared to be almost like a model of some sort. He was tall with a beautiful face but his figure was also splendid. He was lightly muscled, having broad shoulders, but was fit with a slightly slender and flexible figure. To clothe his frame, he wore a simple cinnamon red t-shirt and a black pinstripe vest. It was quite little for such cold weather. He also wore black jeans, a bit ripped but still looked fine on him nonetheless. He wore simple comfortable sneakers and some bracelets as an accessory. He did receive some attention from those near him but he ignored them easily. He was going to attempt to enjoy himself today seeing as he managed to escape that school for a break from being a butler…the job he hated.
Yes, this person who seemed to be just like a model was someone who worked as a service for some ‘lady’ as they called it. He hated that school and the whole system there. Who decided it anyway? He sighed, his breath visible in the cold air as he took the time to enjoy the cold air on his skin. He was here to relax anyway, not think about being a butler. He finally found a store that piqued his interest, a small café by the name of something that he probably wouldn’t remember later. He decided to walk in and see if there could possibly be a meal he’d like. He was quite the choosy eater after all, that doll-like male by the name of 'Shiki Kanayo'.
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Post by RENARD ARISTIDE CHEVALIER on Jan 7, 2010 16:19:08 GMT -5
Colder and colder. The winter truly was creeping in. It didn't mean he had to dress any warmer, though. That morning he had dragged himself out of bed, yawning and glaring at the pocketwatch with its little ringing bell - silently cursing it for waking him up at such a ridiculous hour, as seven in the morning was - and stuck on the first things he had grabbed out of his wardrobe. The last thing Renard had shrugged on over his usual shirt and tie ensemble, though it included a lovely Italian hand tailored waistcoat today, was a random jacket he never knew he had. He would have preffered something a bit more... fashionable for walking the streets of Milan but he would have to do with it. it wasn't too bad, just quite plain, so he didn't zip it up, leaving his tie free to flap out in front of him. It was a particularly nice one, this tie - snow leopard print. One of his favourites.
Renard stabbed sleepily at the plastic container of pasta in front of him - it was still warm, something he was glad of. Rather than wearing said jacket properly, it balanced precariously over his shoulders, the wind occasionally lifting the hem. His grey skinny jeans - which just served to make his legs look even thinner than normal - were held up with another random selection, this time a belt patterned like it was a keyboard. Not much was co-ordinated today, right down to the odd socks - one was grey-and-white stripes and one was yellow-and-black checkers - that it was a miracle he actually had got matching shoes on. Another pair of converse, to be exact - nothing fancy about their red and white colouration. Just keeping his feet warm. He swallowed another forkful of pasta, one finger moving a strand or two of blonde hair out of his eyes.
Collisions, collisions. They weren't an unusual occurence if you were still half asleep and not really looking where you were going. Renard would later suppose he was lucky it wasn't a car or a cyclist that chose to run him over, as opposed to another butler boy with red hair. Redheads, it was always with the redheads. It seemed like he couldn't escape them these days. They were everywhere in that darn academy. Renard's shoulder collided with his felow butler - some inkling in the back of his head told him he had seen him around the academy - and he dropped his pasta, fork doing a spectacular set of acrobatics before hitting the cobbled street and skittering of elsewhere. Renard's jacket swung off one shoulder but he caught it just in time, and flicked it over his arm, steadying himself, before looking round at the other.
"Eh, sorry 'bout that," even through his still half asleep state, Renard's French accent was ever present, giving his voice a slightly slanty feel. "Should be looking where I'm going," he stifled a yawn. It's too early, he complained silently, why am I awake again.
template: by moi
text: florence + the machine
muse: miss boombox - jefree star
notes: o3o lol more redheads |
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Post by shiki on Jan 7, 2010 16:55:10 GMT -5
As Shiki walked over toward the café, he didn’t really give a thought to anything or anyone else around him, other than the occasional bump of the shoulders of people around him since it was a bit crowded. It was a normal occurrence in crowded cities such as Milan that very few people make a move to apologize when it gets so crowded. After all, bumping into a few people is to be expected. Shiki was one of the many who didn’t care if people bumped into him. They never apologize so it’s worthless to really say something about it. To add on, with his lack of social skills, he is aware that sometimes he doesn’t realize when he’s rude to someone else.
It was a surprise to him when he heard a sleepy voice call out to him, it seemed to be an apology for bumping into him. Well, that was a first. He turned over to look towards the direction of the voice he heard, however, it wasn’t the person that the voice belonged to that he first noticed. What he first noticed was the pasta that now lain on the ground with the fork on the streets. He stared flatly at it then sighed as he kneeled down, picking up the pasta into the container again and then throwing the pasta out in a nearby garbage can. He then put the fork in the container and offered it back to the voice’s owner along with some money. He still maintained a straight face.
With a bell like voice, he replied to the other, “There’s money for some more pasta.” He replied bluntly. He finally took the time to notice the actual person. The person in front of him was an individual with neatly cut blond hair, prim and proper. The blond also appeared to have a fashionable appearance, despite seeming to have just woken up and thrown something on. For some reason, this person looked familiar yet not familiar. He didn’t really care but he was a bit curious about who this person was. It bothered him a bit that he felt like he knew but couldn’t put his finger on it.
Perhaps, this blond male attended his school. If that was so, then it wouldn’t be completely unbelievable that he might have known who this guy was. He then patted his fist on his open palm in an ‘I remember now!’ gesture as he looked flatly at the male, “Souka, you’re that A guy, Rini-something or something.” It wasn’t really his forte remembering names of people he never took notice of. He stared flatly at the ‘Rini-something’ person before starting to walk away. He truly hated being a butler, let alone being in the presence of someone who probably took pride in such a job and did it so well to be in the ranks of A, the highest in the rankings of butlers. He went out of the academy to forget about it for awhile, not to meet some A-class butler while he was out.
It wasn’t that he particularly hated the person who was the A-class butler, he just didn’t want to be reminded of his profession as a butler and being with someone who excels at what he hates would only make him remember it more. He already paid the other butler some money for more pasta so it should have been fine. He still wanted to check out the café he had his eyes on earlier before he coincidentally met the blond haired butler….‘Rini-something’ was it..?
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Post by RENARD ARISTIDE CHEVALIER on Jan 7, 2010 17:20:11 GMT -5
"Ehh, thanks," there was no way, even if he felt like if he sat down that he'd fall asleep, that Renard was going to turn down offered money, with nothing in return. He arched a blonde eyebrow, but didn't say anything. He accepted the container back - it wasn't really like it was worth anything, it had come with the pasta - and tossed into a convenient bin the second the redhead wasn't looking. He hadn't any further use for it, so why keep it? "That certainly was rather unexpected, you know," he managed a gratified smile and a bob of the head in thanks, blonde hair bouncing forward over his eyes. He stifled a further yawn and tucked the money - after inspecting the amount with half critical eyes - into his jeans pocket. That'd come in handy if he wanted a proper breakfast.
The redhaired youth looked pretty familiar - probably from the academy again - and it only took a sweep of his eye to notice how much they contrasted. Not just in clothing, though he noted the more relaxed fashion sense of the other butler-in-the-making with the ripped jeans and simple red-and-black upper half ensemble compared to his own tight jeans and neat shirt, however mismatched everything was. Opposite him was stood someone who had the body of a model with muscles and everything, heart shaped face to boot, whilst he had his skinny, sticky little frame and high cheek bones - both good looking, but in their own ways. Two very different boys, blonde and redhaired - though the other's was more a cinnamon colour rather than the blazing red of that was most familiar to him. The other butler muttered something about his name, and Renard couldn't resist a quiet chuckle.
"I think you've got me mixed up with with a drink or something," Renard raised his voice and turned on one foot to follow him. He came up alongside the other, walking in time despite the crowds flooding the streets. "I do believe no one has ever called me Rini, the name's Renard, though I think you mean to call me by my nickname - and that's Renee. Reh-nay." He shook his head, shaking loose some golden strands. "And you....," blinking sleep out of his eyes - Renard was again cursing his low tolerance for early mornings - he looked the other up and down again, searching for a name to fit the boy's athletic frame, "you're Shiki something-or-other, C level if I," he couldn't help but yawn despite himself, "remember correctly... that's right, isn't it?" He disliked the thought of being wrong, but, heck, it was too early to care.
template: by moi
text: florence + the machine
muse: so fierce - jefree star
notes: rini, oh kira xD |
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Post by shiki on Jan 7, 2010 17:51:57 GMT -5
He looked confused as he raised a brow at the blond. Unexpected? Well, he supposed it was considering that it was unusual for someone to pick up food after someone else dropped it. He nearly slapped his head for almost acting like a butler on a whim when he was supposed to forget about that job when he left the academy that day to roam. However, he was at the least able to keep his composure. “I suppose it is.” He said calmly, not really knowing any other way to reply to the blond. It was what it was. He wondered if such a sleepy person really should be roaming the streets so early in the morning if said person was yawning as much as this blond was but didn’t question it. It wasn’t his responsibility to take care of the blond other than give what was owed for the food.
He caught the blond counting the money and sighed, “I put in enough for a breakfast at any number of the restaurant’s around here. I may look like this but don’t worry, I’m not cheap.” He said in response to the blond counting the money. He knew he mostly just threw something on that was out of season due to liking the cold feeling on his skin. Compared to such a high class butler, they really were different. The only reason he wasn’t an F was because he could be a skilled butler if he actually wanted to. The only reason he wasn’t an A or B was because he hated the job and was often times disobedient. He didn’t care for his rank since he hated being labeled anyway but it wasn’t as if the school gave a care for that.
Just as he was walking away to stow away the café, he stopped when he saw the blond start to follow him. It puzzled him a bit since no one really just came up to him other than just to show their disapproval or something of the sort that he had little care for. “Ah darn..” He said nonchalantly, although he was a bit stuck now, trying to recall the name again. So Renard was the actual name…Close enough, he thought, since they both started with an ‘r’. He tilted his head lightly when the other started to look him up and down. He then gave a nod to show that Renard was correct. Even Renard’s memory skills were better than his own. “My name is Shiki but I don’t want to be labeled with some rank.” He replied calmly.
He leaned forward and kissed Renard lightly on the lips before moving back. “It’s nice to meet you, Renard.” He said nonchalantly, not even phased by kissing a guy. He was pansexual himself but kissing really wasn’t anything but a greeting to him so he could care less. Due to lack of social skills, he never really found out that he shouldn’t really kiss everyone in greeting but he has found that some people have gotten mad at him, hit him, gave him more ‘greeting kisses’, or something or another. He has been rather confused by some of these reactions.
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Post by RENARD ARISTIDE CHEVALIER on Jan 7, 2010 18:12:19 GMT -5
"I didn't think you would be, no one at the academy ever is 'cheap'," Renard shrugged simply. "i just like to know what's in my pocket, that's all." Ever so slight obsessive-compulsive disorder creeping in there. It wasn't majorly there, but he did have his little moments when he found himself compelled to count things like this. It reminded him of an old story about vampires - how they were sufferers of the obsessive-compulsions themselves and could be stopped simply by throwing a handful of corn over your shoulder, as they would count each and every seed, and couldn't move on until they did. Why such a facile tale came into his head at such a time, he had little idea, so Renard ignored the impulse to repeat it out loud, which would have been for now apparent reason. And probably have lost him a potential friend that very second.
"Fair enough, I wouldn't want to be labelled with the rank of A Class all the time anyway," Renard nodded nonchalantly in agreement. Being labelled simply by your rank in life had a certain detrimental quality to it and just made you feel more of the crowd, less of an individual. "Thought I'd seen you around somewhere before," Renard continued and noted the other butler's expression at his still very much almost-asleep state. He waved a hand carelessly, "I'm not a morning person," he added in explanation. What happened next surprised him, but not to the point he was offended when the elder boy's lips met his. Sure, his eyebrows emigrated up his forehead a little bit, but he made no effort to pull back, despite the fact that this was a very public place and there was no question of not attracting some odd looks.
"And it is a pleasure to meet you too, monsier Shiki," Renard nodded in return, but didn't kiss him back once they broke apart. He was used to kisses being used as a form of greeting, but only on the cheeks - as was the custom in his home country of France. He surmised this was a tradition of Italy, and decided not to question the other's motives - that could lead to humiliation for one or both of them, and possibly a bit of ridicule too. He would research Italian customs at a later date, so he wouldn't be surprised if that exercise, or others, were repeated another time. "I assume you know your way around this place like any other native," there was a faint quizzical air to his voice, "all I've managed to find in the last couple of weeks is the eateries round here and a shoe shop. Care to enlighten me," he glanced in the direction they were headed, "after you've eaten perhaps?"
template: by moi
text: florence + the machine
muse: blah blah - lady sovereign
notes: not a morning person. sleepy renee is sleepy. |
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Post by shiki on Jan 8, 2010 7:40:33 GMT -5
He shrugged a bit in response. He wasn’t one to usually care about material things so he didn’t often care how much money he had with him, so long as it was enough for either a meal or buying necessities. He wasn’t really big on shopping. In fact, he wasn’t really into material goods either. Fashion wasn’t really his thing, mostly provided by ex-ladies that he’s had. In terms of entertainment, he didn’t really do much other than cook and sleep until a new lady comes along to try to keep distance with. He figured at some point the school would realize he’s a lost cause and just expel him from school so he wouldn’t have to continue being a butler. He definitely did not want to walk in the same footsteps as his mother and father.
He was relieved when the other agreed to not talking to each other as if their rank was a part of their name. As he thought, it just felt more natural to call one another by just their actual names. At least, that’s what he thought his sister would have wanted. That’s what he thought of often, anyway. He shrugged, “I guess it’s because I tend to cause a bit of trouble for my ‘lady’ by disobeying or simply not doing orders.” He said in response to Renard thinking he looked familiar. He has always disagreed with his father about his future as his father saw him as a butler. He just hated it every time he thought that his sister could’ve been maid to some slob in the future but perhaps instead, he would’ve liked her to still be there to be living. His cute little sister..but that was another story.
He shrugged, “I suppose many people aren’t. It’s just, I figured if you weren’t a morning person, you’d be one of the guys who’d sleep in.” he replied, bluntly honest. It was more so a surprise to him that someone in the A class was not a morning person since he thought they’d be like some kind of automatic butler machine, but he didn’t express this thought out loud, knowing he was being biased since he didn’t like being a butler. He brushed back some of his cinnamon red bangs that were bothering him a bit. That was one of the flaws of just waking up with bed head and thinking it’s fine.
He was already used to these strange stares but he didn’t really recognize what he did that made him receive such stares. “hmm, I don’t get why this seems to happen. It was just a greeting..” He said noting some of the people staring. Rather than to say this was accurately the ‘Italian greeting’, it was more so something taught by his younger sister. She said that it was what she thought was the Italian way of greeting so, in the old days, that’s how greetings were in the house. So more so, it was his sister’s version of an ‘Italian greeting’ but he never argued with it.
“Nope.” He said flatly in response. He wasn’t one to travel much and in reality, he got lost very easily. “I grew up a bit in Japan then moved to Italy in different regions. My father wanted to teach me to be a butler. I actually don’t know this place well enough to not get lost.” And that was the truth, he never could go anywhere unless it’s somewhere he’s been frequently, such as the Galleria due to his ex-ladies. He did admit it was a good place to go even if he was picky of the type of foods he ate. “well, if you don’t mind being lost for awhile, then I won’t mind.” He nodded at wanting to eat at the café. He started to walk into the café, motioning for Renard to come if he wanted to.
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