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Post by Kaida Sotomura on Apr 1, 2016 0:17:02 GMT
i wanna fly & BURN DOWN ALL THE WALLS I'VE BEEN BUILDING UP INSIDE
A party was always the perfect place for Kaida to let loose or blow off steam. They were always filled with people, each of them there for the same single purpose of having fun. It was a great place for Kai to actually be himself without pissing too many people off. It was also intriguing that parties usually held another something Kaida quite enjoyed; beer. Beer was an excuse for his actions and a substance that when consumed, no one seemed to blame him for half of the idiotic or rude things that he did. That's why when Kaida caught wind that a student at Iwatobi was throwing a big bash while their parents went away for the weekend, he didn't even hesitate to make up his mind to go. As Kaida walked through the door of the house, he smirked. It was crawling with people, all dancing and stumbling around. There were Iwatobi students, Samezuka students, and students that looked too old to be in high school. He wondered if a few of them were even students of any sort at all. It was the perfect combination of people. Kaida didn't even know the guy throwing the party, not even his name, but with the amount of people hanging around, he doubted three fourths of them actually did. That meant that he didn't have to worry about not being invited considering he doubted half the crowd had been. Immediately, he grabbed himself a beer and started walking through. Five chugged beers later and eight situations were Kaida had properly made an ass of himself, he decided to climb upstairs and then proceeded to make his way into someone's empty bedroom. It looked to be that of a woman's judging by the color scheme. Then again, he wasn't one to judge if it wasn't. He set his beer on top of the wooden vanity and started making his way through all the drawers in the vanity. Why, one might ask? He was bored now, of course. Boredom was almost making it's way to becoming a habit. When Kaida was done shuffling through the drawers of vanity, he stumbled his drunken way over to the dresser. He opened the top drawer and immediately pulled out a very lacy bra. Smirking, he held it up, trying to picture the knockers that crammed their way into the little thing. Giving up, he tossed it over his shoulder and pulled out another one. The next one was pink, also having no shortage of lace, and he held it up to his own chest, tilting his head to the side slightly. The damn bra was so small that his drunken self felt it would almost fit him. A ridiculous thought of course, but still a thought nonetheless. So, there Kaida was, standing there in some random woman's room, holding a bra up to his chest at a party he wasn't even invited to. If he wasn't so drunk, he'd definitely find this situation just a tad bit creepy even though he might still be doing the exact same thing.
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Post by Nakano Ueda on Apr 13, 2016 16:42:17 GMT
[googlefont=Playfair Display] Trust me moderately if I pretend to be a grown up He wasn't exactly the social type. He had a few friends in Samezuka, or at least people he talked to daily, and sure, he got to meet a few more whenever his friends invited him to a goukon or a party. He didn't pursue relationships passionately like other people his age did, but he didn't refuse to participate in social gatherings either. And thus, it all went down like this: a friend of a friend of a friend would be throwing a party and somehow a verbal invitation reached Nakano, and like the cool dude he is, he couldn't say no. He was supposed to meet up with a group instead of going to the party alone (his only hope of actual entertainment for the night), but he arrived late; only two were left to wait for him. They complained, but he managed through it with a joke and a promise of free drinks next weekend.
The party itself was a straight up disappointment. Of course it would be. Nakano never liked parties, unless they included a huge and empty (of people) backyard. This one was missing exactly that. He walked around a bit, got introduced to a few people, and finally learnt that the host was from Iwatobi. Not that it made a difference in his mood. He was given a beer -bitter thing- and left to his own devices. His "friends" were all occupied, either talking, making out with suspiciously mature-looking gals, or generally doing things they would regret and complain about to Nakano afterwards, since they knew for a fact that he would have been their only possible (sober) savior. Then again, at least he had something to look forward to.
He stood idle next to a conversation about some sort of new idol he'd never heard of before for quite some time. After realizing that he couldn't even remember her name, as many times as they'd mentioned it, he left them to their business. With the can of beer still in his hand, and still half full, he walked aimlessly around the house, slowly feeling a wild headache rising from the loud music and shouts. Out of nowhere, a staircase appeared, and he figured he'd missed the second half of the house before entering it. He stayed there looking at it for a bit, lost in a trance rather than in thought. Was he drunk? Nope, not yet. He took a sip from his beer and walked up the stairs without a second thought.
The second floor was quieter. It certainly wasn't empty. There was an obviously drunk couple in the middle of the hall making out, and Nakano had to brush by them to actually proceed further in. He still didn't know what he was doing or what he was going to do from that moment and on, but he knew he couldn't leave until after midnight. It would be rude. He started opening the doors around him one by one, thinking whether it would be wise to sleep it off in an empty room, or rather go down again and find his friends; maybe even try and get drunk. His eyes unconsciously stood on a male around his age, with short, dark brown hair, and a bra in front of his chest. It took his a moment to take it in, his right hand still lightly gripping the doorknob, and his left holding onto his beer. "Ah." He found his hand quickly letting go of the doorknob and going for his phone, raising it up and taking a picture of the glorious image in front of him. There really wasn't a trail of thought that powered these actions of his, but he was in a kind of "just feel like it" mood today, so things just happened. © LAIKA
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Post by Kaida Sotomura on Apr 13, 2016 22:00:40 GMT
i wanna fly & BURN DOWN ALL THE WALLS I'VE BEEN BUILDING UP INSIDE
Kaida was too out of it to notice the door had been opening. He was just continuing to stare down at the bra in which he was holding to his own chest. He couldn't even really remember why he was doing what he was doing anymore. Everything just seemed so hazy, and he wondered for a brief moment if he should go home. That thought was quickly dismissed from his mind, knowing there was no way he'd ever dip out on a party.
He was finally brought back to reality at the sound of a click. Or was it... a flash? Whatever it had been, he quickly forgot it as his eyes darted up and to the male in the door way. His right eye began to twitch as his brain managed to comprehend what the male's phone was doing out. Kaida's lips pressed into a straight line for a second before he let out a sigh. "Did you just...?" He didn't even finish the sentence, he just kept staring at the boy in the door way.This wasn't the first time this sort of thing had happened to him. There were many pictures or random and strange situations Kaida had gotten himself into both drunk and sober. Though slightly annoyed, he didn't feel threatened in the least. Instead, he just let the bra slip out of his drunk hands and put one hand on the dresser near him, leaning on it for a bit of support. "You know, Slick. If you..." He trailed off for a moment, still hazy before he remembered what he wanted to say. "If you intend to post that sexy image on the internet, you're going to have to get consent. I'm under age." He smirked and then he shrugged. "And good l-luck... finding... my par- parent." He slurred his words before letting out a drunken chuckle.
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