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[basil a. kingston]

A broad grin that showed a glimpse to the blonde’s boundless energy was plastered on said blonde’s face. Basil, despite the distance, had run all the way from Chishiki Academy to the park. Zooming past unsuspecting bystanders he’d made it to the park panting and laughing at himself. He’d been running as if a great white had been chasing him. Basil hadn’t needed to though. He knew well enough that the school let its students roam around after school. Still it had been just a fun impulse. Now the exhaustion after his exertion was starting to sit in. “How f-far…was that?” the boy panted, lifting himself from the dirty ground he had collapsed on for a break. Dusting off his jeans and backside he took a deep breath before letting it back out to calm himself. “At least it was a good work out.” He muttered to himself tiredly before stretching his arms above his head.

The teen yawned as he glanced up at the sky. Despite the puffballs of grey that dotted the sky he hadn’t been deterred on his outing. It didn’t matter if the forecast had predicted rain later during the day. He had looked out the window and everything seemed completely fine. The overhanging threat, however small, still affect the crowd though. He didn’t see that many people around the lush green park grounds as usual. Not to mention there was definitely a lack of birds flying about. The blonde chewed on his lip, thinking over his next move. He didn’t really have any plans now. Basil had simply left school on an impulse. His roommate had been out and he had begun to develop cabin fever. “I could always feed the ducks or something?” the boy muttered to himself as he stuffed his pockets in his hoodie.

Following the cobbled path he lifted his head and again searched for familiar faces or some other source of entertainment. Like a bobble head, Basil looked from one side to the other trying to spot someone from the academy out and about. All he saw were couples walking away or squirrels crawling up trees. The few grey clouds in the sky had scared off most people. However, this didn’t deter the perky blonde from finding a friend, new or otherwise. He adjusted his glasses knowingly, waiting for a target to appear in his line of sight.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px; border-right:50px solid #ac8bcc;][style=float:left; border:8px solid #ac8bcc; margin:3px; opacity:0.8;][/style][style=text-align:justify; padding:5px; color:#000; font-family:arial; font-size:11px;]The boy had no homework that night, nor had he any tutoring sessions - an occurrence that had never happened thus far in the school year. So, he'd gone to his dorm briefly, put his books on the desk and his bag on the chair, and then left again without seeing his dorm mate Marco. That was probably for the best - it wasn't like they could converse anyways. He would have stayed, if not for the fear of just that - talking to people, or rather, having people talk at him, was disconcerting when it wasn't orders. That these people kept trying to be nice to him was even more weird - they didn't seem to get that he didn't deserve that kind of treatment. Either way, he was out now, and he headed out of the school building and towards his most common destination - the park. It was peaceful there, because not many of the older boys went there, and when they did decide to go there it wasn't very often. As he walked, he did his best to avoid the people on the streets, taking him longer to get the park than it would take most ordinary people. He wasn't aware of the clouds above - weather patterns were as foreign to him as Latin - but he noticed that there were less people on the street today. It seemed good fortune was favoring him all over the place. Not that he would let himself get complacent - he was probably just being set up for something awful. But he got to the park, and he could see that the lack of people extended to even this location. Usually there were children with their parents, some runners, and a handful of other people in sight when he first arrived. Then, as he got closer to the playground within the park, it would dwindle down to nothing but children and the parents - and the parents didn't usually wander onto the playground itself. That made the location the most ideal place for the small boy. So, he began to make his way across the park towards the play set, intent on the swings as always. He didn't notice the older boy, another student from his school, who would notice him and see that he went to Chishiki Academy as well, as he was still wearing his uniform. He didn't wear other clothes besides the pajamas his father had got him. It was easier, and cheaper, this way. words, 420 tags, basil/kimmy notes, here we go~ [/style][style=margin-top:2px; font-family:georgia; font-size:25px; color:#ac8bcc; text-transform:lowercase; text-shadow:-1px 0 #333, 0 1px #333, 1px 0 #333, 0 -1px #333; text-align:center;]i gotta get out of here[/style]

[style=font-size:10px; font-family:ms gothic;]made by RIVER! of BV, CTL and OTE[/style]

[basil a. kingston]

No luck with the ducks. Like the usual crowd, they too had fled, or simply migrated. It was getting colder, and the weather would only be getting lousier. He shuddered at the thought of early practices in the rain. What would he do with himself if he got sick or something?! It wasn’t like he had health insurance all the way out in Japan! …On second thought had he had any insurance with his parents? The blonde shook his head. He shouldn’t think too much on his family. It would only invite homesickness. He had to think about something else! Basil focused hard on the academy. He would have to do something when he returned right?

Suppressing a groan, the senior focused on his search for something, or someone to interact with. Hell, simply watching them would do now. As long as it was something interesting. He spotted the quiet play set. It was eerie not hearing the children’s giggles as they played. He’d always wanted a park play set his backyard. They were just so cool! There were tons of things to do and he could just cycle through every single one of them until he was too tired to stand. Seeing as there was no one around maybe he could play just a bit. As he thought this, the teen spotted a lavender colored head. Basil only stumbled a little in hesitation before jogging over. The color didn’t faze him, and neither id the emptiness of the park. There was finally SOMEONE he could get to know! It didn’t matter what they looked like now. Plus being alone in a somewhat creepy park wasn’t how he wanted to spend his afternoon.

“Hello!” he yelled, noting the academy uniform as encouragement to talk to the stranger. He grinned brightly at the other circling around to face the kid excitedly. He paused, taking a moment to gather his thoughts as he studied the smaller male. He was purple, and definitely from Chishiki, but he didn’t recognize him. He seemed a bit young to be a junior, and he definitely wasn’t a senior. He knew practically every senior! At least, he believed that he did. “You’re from the Academy right?” he inferred, not caring how obvious the fact actually was. “I’m Basil Kingston! I happen to go there myself. Who’re you?” he asked after introducing himself. In his excitement he hadn’t forgotten his manners. “What are you up to anyway? This is kinda of a lonely place isn’t it?” He continued. “OH sorry! Are you waiting for someone?” the blonde added, finishing off his volley of questions to take a breath of air and let his newest friend answer him.
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px; border-right:50px solid #ac8bcc;][style=float:left; border:8px solid #ac8bcc; margin:3px; opacity:0.8;][/style][style=text-align:justify; padding:5px; color:#000; font-family:arial; font-size:11px;]He heard the footsteps moving hurriedly in his direction - he wasn't so distracted that he would miss them - and as he turned his head to look a male voice called out a greeting, making him pause briefly. No. They weren't talking to him. No one who had a choice would talk to him. He was always studiously ignored, because he was bad, he was weird. Unless there was a reason to talk to him - the teacher said so, they wanted to bully him, etc. - no one really spoke to him. They spoke about him, as if he couldn't hear, but he was weird so it was okay. To the world, it looked like it didn't matter to Naoya - though internally it was most upsetting, because he was trying to fix himself and be good, be better, and it wasn't working. He saw the blonde running his way, but certainly he wasn't going towards Naoya. The child looked away from the blonde briefly, to see who the male was running towards - but there was no one over there. So what was he doing? Why was he running over to him? Was the blonde planning to hurt him? That would make sense. As he turned back to watch the blonde, he found him within arms distance, moving to stand in front of him. The sudden closeness - why were people capable of moving so quickly? - had him taking a small step back out of fear. Closeness, especially of a male who was older than him, was dangerous, at least in Naoya's mind. He'd learned that painfully over the years, and it wasn't a lesson he could easily forget. The blonde started talking at him - Basil was his name and he was also from the Academy, who was he and what was he doing, and oh was he waiting on someone? He filed the name away, not like it did him much good as he had no idea how to write it on paper and he couldn't speak to say the name anyways. But the blonde spoke so fast that he couldn't respond in time - and now that he was done, waiting for Naoya to speak, but he couldn't. Naoya didn't carry paper with him - he should probably fix that, but he never expected to be talked to. He shook his head quickly to the last question - he could answer that one, at least, but he couldn't answer the others. Not without paper, or a miracle, in any case. Naoya wasn't sure what to do. He fixed his eyes to the ground nervously, unable to communicate with this Basil. Surely the blonde would be angry at his silence, and would punish him for it. words, 464 tags, basil/kimmy notes, here we go~ [/style][style=margin-top:2px; font-family:georgia; font-size:25px; color:#ac8bcc; text-transform:lowercase; text-shadow:-1px 0 #333, 0 1px #333, 1px 0 #333, 0 -1px #333; text-align:center;]i gotta get out of here[/style]

[style=font-size:10px; font-family:ms gothic;]made by RIVER! of BV, CTL and OTE[/style]

[basil a. kingston]

The lavender haired male seemed incredulous to his appearance. Most strangers who Basil gravitated towards all seemed to have the same reaction to a degree. Why was he talking to them? Was there something wrong? Was he lost? That and many other different kinds of questions were often asked when he stopped someone for small talk. Truly it was rare for a sociable blonde to make friends with strangers wasn’t it? But Basil couldn’t help it. If someone caught his eye he always had to try to befriend them. After all his life was pretty dull without his different friends to brighten it up for him.

Basil watched sheepishly at Naoya processed his questions. He hadn’t meant to rattle them off so quickly. He was only excited, that was all. After all he hadn’t even met Naoya before. They were definitely not in the same year. Besides the kid had seemed a little lonely all by himself. Surely someone was coming for him? Well, Basil had assumed so. He didn’t get any words, simply a shake of the head in response. He supposed the previous questions were more complicated to answer with only shakes or nods of the head. Oh well~ “No? What are you up to then?” the blonde continued easily. He still hadn’t gotten a name had he? Maybe the guy was just really, really shy. He could be pretty surprising at times. Simply appearing almost out of thin air to harass- I mean, talk to people he didn’t know. He knew that though even if he also always meant well. Some people were just paranoid.

Maybe he’d have to wait until he got the kid’s name. First off, he’d probably have to speak slower if the boy wasn’t going to speak easily. He sat down on one of the swings Naoya had been hanging around on before motioning for the other to sit as well with a friendly grin. “How are you today, kid?” he asked politely still hoping to catch the stranger’s name soon enough. He wondered what kind of name it would be. By the looks of the kind it had to be something semi-cool. After all light purple hair was pretty awesome. He would’ve liked weird colored hair, but blonde suited him just fine.
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