Post by ruki rei taylor on Jun 18, 2009 23:54:48 GMT -5
[/size][/b]``RUKI RIE TAYLOR``
«« No mercy for the lost
No soothing for the sad
The line is never crossed
They are the living dead
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The Asian was bored. And after spending two hours in his house with his rambling father, he threw clothes onto his body and grabbed his guitar. It was the bijillinth time that week. He had to get out of there. He rather die then be driving mad by the sound of his father's voice. And again the man yelled about he wasn't appreciative enough of his rambling. Ruki came back with random curses in Japanese and slammed his front door. Typical day that went a lot smoother then he had planned.
Ruki sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He could keep living like this. He had to get his own place. But for now he would focus on school and improving his English first/ The teen looked around at the outside world. Everything looked so much calmer when his father wasn't included. Ruki sighed once more. Well he defiantly could go back to the house, it would be more yelling and what not an he had enough of that. What he needed was a friend, or a fellow person he could talk too. Bou was fine but it made a world's difference when it was face to face and not face to phone to phone to face. And besides Bou had a girlfriend and asked Ruki not to bother him much any more.
Sadly, Ruki sniffed but let that feeling pass. It was over between them anyways. He needed to find new friends who lived here, right were he was. He placed the guitar over his shoulder and walked. He didn't know where he was going but he knew it was going to take him somewhere. He has lost in his little world. He didn't know how long he was walking but he did know that he could hear screaming in the distance and people laughing. A warm setting filled with warm people. Yeah, just what he needed a warm place. The bulding itself was far from warm though. "An Ice skating ring huh?" he asked himself.
He felt his phone vibrating. Ruki knew it was his father and he was in no mood to talk to him. The Asian took out the phone and pulled out the battery. He blacked both pieces into the his pocket and walked toward the building. It was cold. He wasn't dressed for cold. He wasn't even dressed for hot. Ruki pushed his way in and noticed a variety of people. He sat on the nearest bench and continued to hear laughter a warmth. He could hear people commenting about his hair and he didn't mind. A little girl asked if she could touch it but her mother quickly steered her away. Ruki was ok with that,. He always was. He quitely played his guitar for awhile, playing no particular song.
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