Takahashi Boarding School for Young Men

[Leland]

ooc:

Alrighty. I few rules of my own before I post my introduction.

1) Yes, this /will/ contain a bit of angst. My character is a bit emotional and once you read my intro, you will understand why.

2) Literacy is a must. Complete sentences, proper punctuation, correct grammer, capitalization and descriptiveness is all necessary in order for me to really roleplay with you. NO ONE LINERS!!

Now, I'm not saying you have to be perfect. Mistakes are always made, but lets keep them to a minimum.

3) Be respectful of other people and do not insult them or their characters in any way, shape, or form. I will not stand for it and will immediately report you.

4) Please, do not be intimidated by the size of my intro. Not all my posts will be that long, though they will be of a decent length.

5) For questions or comments, send me a message. I would prefer you not post on the board unless you are asking to join or posting something.

Do not think of me as mean and unfair. I am not. I am just very picky when it comes to who I roleplay with and will not stand for illiterate morons who can't type a decent sentence, who use over excessive amounts of leet and chatspeak and who, in general, are just bad roleplayers.

For example: i lyke totaly lobve ur chrrie! hes kute!

If I see a sentence with any sort of resemblance to that one this board or in a message sent to me, I will bite you. HARD. And it will hurt. A LOT.

Other then that, thank you and have a nice day.

^^

[Leland]

“No!!!”

Of course, we enter room # 42, the room in which the sudden cry of protest came from. As we look over towards the bed that sat in the far right corner of the dark room, we see a young teenager boy who seems to be having a rather troubled sleep. Groans slipped from the sleeping boy’s lips as small droplets of sweat ran down over his almost sickly pale skin.

There was obviously something wrong. A nightmare. Some form of bad dream that caused this poor boy to writhe and squirm in his bed, tossing the heavy sheets off of his tiny body. What could the teenager be dreaming of that could cause him so much pain and fear?

Only he knew and he would never dare to tell about his nightly visits of dark memories long pushed into the back of his mind. Why they came out to torture him in his sleep? Even he didn’t know that. All he knew was that he wanted it to stop. He didn’t want to have to wake up every morning with those terrifying images in his mind.

“Stop!! Please, no!!”

More cries came from the unconscious boy’s mouth, this time sounding even more desprate then before. Clad in only black boxers, it was strange how the boy could be sweating so much, especially since he had kicked the blanket off of himself already. His tiny body trembled and shook; his back arching up off his bed as he let out another cry of what sounded like pain.

Pain. The boy was in pain.... But there was nothing visable anywhere near him that could cause him any pain. Was this still part of the dream, nightmare, that haunted the teen so? It must have been. There was nothing else that could explain the boy’s actions.

“Stop it!! Leave me alone!!”

Twisting and turned on the bed, it looked like he was trying to get away from something. Like something, or someone, was sitting on top of him, preventing him from getting away. His body jerked and tryed to curl up into a ball, as if it had been roughly hit somewhere in his chest or stomach. Whimpers now came from the sixteen year old; his breathing coming in short, shallow gasps.

“Please! Your hurting me, Rikkooouuuu!!”

A loud cry and the boy was jolted awake, his eyes snapping opened. His tiny chest rose and fell sharply as he struggled to breath, beautiful blue sapphire colored eyes darting around the room as if they were searching for someone who might be lurking in the shadows. After a few minutes of haunting silence, his breathing finally evened out and he stopped trembling so much.

“D~mn you Rikou. Why can’t you leave me alone....?” he whispered, closing his eyes for a few moments, holding back tears that had come to his eyes. Sighing as he recieved no answer, not like he had been expecting one, the young boy got up and walking towards his bathroom, highly intent on taking a shower. He was covered in sweat.

About ten minutes later, he came out with a white towel wrapped loosely around his petite hips; almost falling off. Walking over to his closet, he opened the wooden doors and stared blankly at the clothes inside. After a few minutes of silently debating with himself, he carefully picked out a few articles and closed the wooden cabinet agian.

As he changed, he hummed something, a rather sad and depressed sounding melody; one that had been haunting him since the day his criminally insane ex-boyfriend, Rikou, had played it to him for his sixteenth birthday. It was like a creepy version of Dory from Finding Nemo’s ‘Just keep swimming’ song, only it had been slowed down and replayed with rather disturbing lyrics.

“Just keep bleeding... Just keep screaming... Just keep dieing. Slowly. Dieing...”

He whispered the words to the song, cold chills running up and down his back, making the hair at the back of his neck stand on end. Closing his eyes, he whimpered softly and forced himself to push the melody from his mind. Was he becoming mentally unstable as well? Or was it just a d~mn catchy tune? Hmm... god, he hoped it was the latter.

A black, silk dress shirt now hung loosely off his fragile shoulders, it’s sleeves falling far past his wrists and barely allowing the tips of the boy’s slender, pale fingers to be seen. Leaving the top three buttons undone, the teen let out a small sigh as he smoothed out the small creases in the lovely looking shirt that he had choosen to wear that day.

Covering his lower half were a pair of black, rather tight shorts that looked like they might have belonged to a girl rather then a guy. Hugging his hips, backside and thighs, he liked the shorts, though decided at the last minute that he wasn’t in the mood to do the ‘trashy’ look today that sometimes did just to mess with his teachers and fellow classmates.

Instead, he threw on a beautiful, flowing, white skirt that came down to just above his knees, over the shorts. This too was made of silk and felt like heaven when it brushed agianst his legs. Hanging loosely from his hips over the skirt was a black and white striped belt that hung at a light angle on his hips, taking a bit away from the rather dressy look that the shirt and skirt gave off.

Now, his shoes on the other hand, were definitely not meant to be worn with a white silk skirt, but the teenager pulled it off fantastically. Black, leather restricted strummer boots, as they were called, were laces tightly all the way up to about mid-calf, giving his outfit a punk-ish kind of look that he liked so much.

Looking at himself in the full length mirror he had placed in the room, his pale, sapphire eyes studied his outfit emotionlessly for a few very quiet minutes. Finally, after adjusting a few things a bit, he allowed a small smile to slip onto his pale lips and he nodded to himself, satisfied with how he looked. He then walked back into the bathroom to finish getting ready.

After blow drying his hair, he thought for a few moments on how he should style it for today. Something that matched his outfit was a requirement. Finally, he gave his white blonde hair another brushing before picking up his curling iron and giving the front two locks of his normally stick straight hair, two bouncy, beautiful curls that framed his face becomingly.

Surveying the shoulder length hair from a few angles, he smiled a bit agian as he nodded, satisfied with how his hair looked. Now, on to his makeup. Picking up a black eyeliner pencil, he lined his eyes with it, bringing out their paleness with the deep, dark color. Dusting a little bit of silver eyeshadow over his eyelids, he made sure to put on just the right amount.

He then put on his favorite bubblegum blue lipstick, for a bit of shock value. Coating a thin layer of sparkly, clear lip gloss over the lipstick, he gave himself a once over agian, making sure everything was perfect before walking out of the bathroom agian. With the exceptions of the circles under his eyes, he /did/ look almost perfect.

Though, he couldn’t really do much about the circles that gave away how well he had been sleeping lately, except get better sleep. And he doubted that was going to happen anytime soon. Sighing agian, he quickly grabbed his black messanger bag and his sketchbook. Looking around the room for a few moments, he made sure he wasn’t leaving anything that he might want to bring with him outside. He turned and walked outside of the room, starting down the hallway towards the first floor. The quiet, 5’ 4” tall boy, clutched the sketchbook to his chest tightly, sighing softly. Yuki Himashu already knew that today was going to be a long Saturday at the famous Takahashi Boarding School for Young Men.