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Serendibite OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 108 |
Posted: Fri, 19/04/2024 03:19 (10 Days ago) |
Niwa AtsushiHey Niwaface. It was only a casual glance down at his phone. He was going to put it away, because nobody else showed respect to the makeup artists. The screeching models could produce was, quite frankly, as high and as annoying as their standards. Sometimes, if the others around you fell short, you'd have to pick up after them. You show the little man that he was valued. That as little as others seemed to respect them, their efforts were cherished. He thought that was important. But he could take one moment for what appeared to be a very important message. He did his best to ignore the little flicker of hope in his chest the tiny chamber in the depths of his heart that he'd reserved for someone. The person who was maybe texting him now. Holding his phone within the folds of his turtleneck, trying to appear uninterested, Niwa began to type. Who is this? It took a moment for the unknown number to reply. As they typed, Niwa's eyes ran over the digit code, trying to figure out where it came from. Was that Keiki's home town? Some new place halfway across the world? Probably the latter. Niwa had been in the business long enough to know the way around the whole fan culture thing. There'd be a leak every month or so, and it'd be hell to change it. Making it some obscure thing in a small town of Medicine Bow or some crap was just one way that models ducked out of the weird fan calls. It would be so like Keiki... Inside his chest, the hope burned so much it hurt. The thump of his stupid, silly heart beat against his ribs, a tingling pain racing up his spine. His foot had fallen asleep, but he didn't dare move it, afraid it'd shatter the moment and he'd wake up again, with only the memory of their dizzying perfume dancing through his head. Cold and alone in his room. Alarm clock reading 4:30 in harsh red letters that seared through his mind. The time he lost them. The next messages came rapid fire, one after another. I know what people are saying about you I want to help Don't you want one person on your side? Ducking the answer, huh? Something very cold settled into Niwa's chest. This wasn't Keiki. This was a phony. Someone who knew them well enough to use that stupid nickname, who wanted to talk to him so badly they'd make up something about... Oh he knew who it was alright. How dare she. Get out of my life. Gripping his phone harder than he knew he should, he tapped the icon beside the number and navigated to settings. Please Niwa talk to me Niwa hit the block button and let the phone fall into his lap. The makeup girl murmured something about doing his eyebrows and he obligingly lifted his chin. Staring into his reflection again, he noticed the tiks in his jaw. He breathed out, but the anger remained. It was her again. Of course it was. Why would it be Keiki? They could talk to him whenever they felt like it. Same workplace, no reason for any kind of bumbling around with numbers. Using that nickname to just get a few words from him... it was so like her, it set his teeth on edge. She was pathetic. Once, he'd liked her for it. Poor sweet sister, looking for a little love and willing to kill herself getting it. But now it just made him feel like hitting something. They both knew he hated her. Why couldn't she just let the torched remnants of that relationship go? Whatever she'd been to him, well, that was all ash now. His future shone brightly, a fresh batch of embers for him to fly to, to capture and cradle, coaxing it into the beautiful roaring fire he knew it could be. Everything could be perfect... if only the past could just stay where it belonged. In a blackened house with crumbling supports and scorched stone pathways. With all the memories burned to the ground. As they deserved. As she wanted. Wasn't that what you wanted, sister, after all? Everything gone but the two of us? What a beautiful future you've made for us. Niwa blinked, realising that the makeup artist had left the room. It was done. Staring into his reflection, he lifted a hand and ran it over his jaw. The people always tried to make it look softer, more feminine. They didn't want it square, not like those handsome male models you saw in magazines. Maybe they felt he couldn't work it. He blinked, wishing away the water in his eyes. You crybaby! they'd laughed, those green eyes practically shining. Come on, it's not that bad. Iiiii think you're cute enough. They winked and for just a second he was lost in that moment, in the sunlight streaming down and lighting up their hair like a crown, in the way that delicate hand was extended to him, offering him a future, in the realness of that moment, without anyone there, just him and his perfect Keiki and their beautiful world... Then it was over and he was just Envy, staring into his too-pretty reflection. Model. Not Niwaface. He stood up abruptly, knocking his chair back. With a yelp he lunged for the stand he'd sent flying and set it back up carefully against the wall. Right. I hope I didn't damage it, he mused. Leaving the room, he carefully shut the door behind him, his hand loosely brushing over the knob. The main corridor was flodded with people, but as he moved, the crowd seemed to part for him. All around him, people were whispering. Are you keeping something from me? That wouldn't do. That wouldn't do at all. Secrets were a great sin, after all. They set his teeth on edge. Furrowing his brow, he made a beeline for one of his good friends. A baby recruit he'd brought into the fold. They were talking with a group... Ah, he didn't like her. He'd have to warn them to keep their distance. She could be dangerous. Ten minutes later he emerged, smiling triumphantly, the girl's glare on his back and his friend's worried little smile in the back of his head. Someone new had come to the agency? An anxious little thing, new to the modelling world? "They'll need me," he mused to himself. "People here can be right vicious." Humming with a happy skip in his step, Niwa made his way to where the newbie was supposed to be. He appreciated how the crowds seemed to part around him. Bullies knew to keep their distance. Once you made an example of one, of course. But the flock was ever changing, and so it needed a vigilant shepherd. He'd just have to see if the poor sweet lamb that had arrived was as they said... small and terrified. If there was a new wolf in their ranks, well... Niwa knew how to deal with predators. He wouldn't let some sheepskin fool him [Read more] |
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Serendibite OFFLINE Forum Posts: 108 |
Posted: Wed, 03/04/2024 00:02 (26 Days ago) |
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NIWA ATSUSHI  23 | male | he/him | omnisexual [ Introduction ] Niwa Atsushi comes across as your typical well-rounded nice guy who is just awkward and insecure. Coming from a rather large family of siblings, he naturally designated himself protector of the rest of them. It would seem that he is a very moral and caring person who is merely insecure and socially awkward... however, that couldn't be further from the truth. What he longs for, above else, in exchange for his efforts, is to be recognized as above everyone else. To be seen as a martyr by others, someone to look up to... is it so hard to make him your everything? [ Appearance ] A slender, pale man who is small in stature, rather fitting of his surface-level timid nature. Standing at only 5'7 and quite on the lighter side, even physically, he is almost unnoticeable. A flicker, a mere spark, there for only a moment, though he desperately wishes it wasn't this way. Striking, but soft facial features, with black curls that brush just past his ears. [ Personality ] -INFJ - 1w2 - sx/so - 127- A solemn, careful person who's always on edge- always watching his words and others. Kind and gentle, Niwa is exactly the kind of person you can rely on... or so he wishes he was. Smart and moral, selfless and humble- Niwa longs to be an idealised form, some kind of hero for the weak. So he pretends... and immediately fails when he says something stupid and can't back it up with anything but a funny comment or an over-the-top description of a tree. It frustrates him to no end- "Just take me seriously!" He wants to say, but doesn't, because then people would laugh as he exposes yet another layer... Truly an insecure person who idealises an identity far more than he should. Even when he isn't masking, Niwa finds himself acting. His most miniscule insecurities are exaggerated, his clumsy misstep turns into a full on face-plant. He's never really sure who he is, and it frustrates him. He wants to be a single person, but everything in his head feels jumbled and he's a multitude of people. Maybe that's an exaggeration too. But Niwa can't say for sure. Despite the insecurity and the confusion, Niwa has a lofty sense of self regard. He loves battles between good and evil and the punishment of wrongdoers when it all comes to a close. His moral code is based entirely off of this black and white thinking. He believes good always wins, and so he makes sure that he is the "good guy", targeting people who dislike or look down on him and destroying them socially- labelling a bad comment as "bullying" and playing the vulnerable, hurt boy. Bullies must be punished. And Niwa will make sure that everyone knows just who is the target for the day. He's highly manipulative, and in part, it's due to how he underestimates himself in that regard. He truly believes that he's the victim, even when he's destroying someone else's life. And then he wipes that "victim" mentality clean, in a fresh wave of denial when he's finished ruining any chance of them returning to a modelling career. He was protecting the innocent. They might be being lead out the door in tears, but surely they were going to go after someone else; so he stopped them, like the hero he is. Praise him some more, won't you? Overall, Niwa is a dangerous person to anger, despite his insecurity and apparent lack of social graces. But don't worry- just flatter him a bit, and he'll be putty in your hands, elevating you to a hero on his level, always ready with a smile for his "friend". [ About: (sin) ] Niwa's sin is Envy. As the middle child in a family with six other children, Niwa never got too much attention growing up and his childhood insecurities carried over into day to day life. Due to this he has a tendency to come off as childish, desperately seeking positive attention and admiration. His hero complex is rooted in this obsession to be perceived positively. No matter what, he is determined to have both superficial and moral superiority over others; never second best to anyone. [ Additional Info ] - Niwa adores comic books, especially when they come with superheroes! He loves the selflessness of characters like his beloved Spider-Man. - Despite not being the most athletically gifted, Niwa is all about getting some exercise! He did track and field when he was younger as well as figure skating, and he'll always try and fit in a jog or two, no matter how hectic his schedule gets. - He got in to the modelling industry through his ex, Keiki Meyumi. He doesn't talk about them a lot. - Incredibly fond of cats. Like, off the charts levels of love for them. If you don't like them, he may be a little offended and look for even more reasons to dislike you. - His adopted sister was, for some time, very close with Niwa. Something happened between the two of them, and despite curiosity from the press, he tends to deflect to another topic when she comes up. - Some past trauma has left him very afraid of fire. - A surprisingly talented poet. As a teenager, he used to enter in competitions for adults and often come out in the top three. Very strong with language and metaphor. - Niwa is of Lithuanian and Japanese descent. [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 20/03/2024 21:07 (1 Month ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 04/02/2024 21:35 (2 Months ago) |
Adrik VolkovHis heart seized in his chest, trembling with every beat. "Shut up Aleks," he whispered, watching Iliya leave. "You don't understand anything." Adrik ran a hand through his hair, and just as he did so, heard the train roaring in the distance. "Sounds like we better get to the platform," he said, mostly to himself. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 04/02/2024 21:33 (2 Months ago) |
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Accepted! Looking forward to roleplaying with you! [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 30/01/2024 19:17 (2 Months ago) |
Kubo AtsushiKubo felt around in the dark and his palm landed on a solid, earthy wall. Okay. He could maybe slow his fall. Kicking back experimentally, he felt his foot collide with another wall with a metallic bang. Okay, that was fine. Probably safer too. "Drop me again!" he called up. "I think I'm almost at the bottom. Just give it a little slack!" [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 30/01/2024 18:18 (2 Months ago) |
Adrik VolkovCouldn't they just go away? They wanted a bus, didn't they? Then they should go get their goddamn bus and leave Adrik out of it. He breathed out, shoulders trembling with the shape of the air ripping itself out of his body. "It's fine. Don't worry about it," he muttered. "Go take care of your case. This has nothing to do with you, Iliya. So don't try and wedge yourself in here like..." Now he was taking it out on Iliya. Guilt pricked at his conscience and he started to say something else, but- "Come on, Iliya, they don't want us here," Detective Atsushi said coldly, turning away. Oh, and apparently I've pissed off the Kubo Atsushi's family. Way to go Adrik. Really took one for the team there. You'll be lucky to end up at some backwards college at this rate. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 30/01/2024 06:05 (2 Months ago) |
Niwa Atsushi"Ah!" Niwa jumped, whipping around to stare at... Senior Detective Konstantin? He hadn't noticed him at first. Usually the man commanded a greater presence, always up to something, always smiling and just generally seeming like someone you should keep an eye on. Hence why this quiet was so unnerving. Had something happened? "Yeah, he's my supervisor," Adrik said. "Don't worry about it." Adrik got stuck with him? Niwa almost winced. Getting labelled as a troublemaker on the first day was never great. It must've been because of that fight yesterday, between that angry girl and that other boy intern. He remembered seeing Adrik around there. "Huh. Funny coincidence, seeing you here then. Waiting for a bus? Or a train?" Niwa shuffled his feet, not sure what to say. "We need the 3 bus. Do you know if it's stopped here?" "We just arrived too," Adrik murmured. "You can check around there if you want." Okay nevermind. Maybe they put the kid with Konstantin for a reason. The whole "quiet subordinate" thing Adrik had going on was surprisingly bad for Niwa's nerves. Possibly they wanted to balance the two out, hey? As his eyes trailed over the two, Niwa felt a wave of inferiority pass over him. These calm, distinguished detectives just sitting there with no fidgeting or panicking... Indignity replaced it. Why had he even bothered to worry? Clearly Adrik thought himself superior to his seniors and the Detectives of the Agency. This whole thing was a farce and Niwa had let himself be played right into it. "Well," he said weakly, because he couldn't think of anything to say. "See you around, then." [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 30/01/2024 05:48 (2 Months ago) |
Niwa Atsushi"O-Oh! Don't worry about it. It's seriously fine." Geez, now Iliya was sad. Niwa winced to himself. He just wanted people to like him- how did he keep putting his foot in his mouth? He was so caught up in his thoughts, that he barely noticed the person sitting on the bench in front of him until they started coughing. He jumped, surprised, and caught a glimpse of their face and their eyes behind those wide, owl like glasses and... "Oh!" His mouth started working before he could stop it. "Are you Adrik Volkov?" The teenager hunched in on himself, eerily quiet now, gangly arms wrapping around his torso. Niwa was more sure than ever. "What're you doing out here? I thought you were a part of the Agency... and you should have a supervisor..." "It's fine," Adrik said softly. "He's... keeping an eye on me." "No, it's not fine. Did he abandon you?" Niwa narrowed his eyes. "You can join us, if you want. No intern should be on his own in a strange city." "I'm not, but thank you." [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 30/01/2024 05:17 (2 Months ago) |
Adrik VolkovWow, awkward silence. Well, that seems on par for "Telling Your Estranged Brother You Hate Him And Then Running Off On A Detective Mission Thing After". Honestly, it could've been worse. Adrik drummed his fingers on his knee, wishing the train would hurry up and come. It was taking forever and... "Iliya, which bus is that? I can't read it from here." Oh. Adrik paled. Come on Adrik. It can't be the same Iliya. He's probably long gone on a mission somewhere and definitely not here. There's probably tons of Iliyas in Trydanfaid. "We'll probably want to take the train on the way back, so we can get report our findings to Head Detective Michon before the Agency closes." And plenty of Head Detective Michons, presumably. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 30/01/2024 04:33 (2 Months ago) |
Jace Mawer (Nora)Humming absent-mindedly to herself, Nora swiped up a card, eyeing the luggage across the room. "Go fish!" she chirped. The one by the older man's feet was bulging. She couldn't begin to guess as to what might be in there. It sure did pique her curiosity, though. Glancing down at her new card she realised it was indeed a queen. "Oh dang," she complained, handing it over with a roll of her eyes. "Guess I'n a liar. Sorry about that." Adrik VolkovAdrik opened his mouth to retort, but then closed it. Why bother? It wasn't like he'd be listened to anyway. Hurrying his pace, Adrik took the first few steps up onto the train platform. A quick glance at the screen confirmed the west-bound train would arrive in two to three minutes. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 30/01/2024 03:27 (2 Months ago) |
Adrik Volkov"Know you? We haven't talked in years Aleks, don't even try that." And not hating him... was he really just going to say Adrik's emotions meant nothing? That his anger over being abandoned was some kid's grudge, mad about being left out on a trip to the ice cream parlour? But Aleks let him go. So maybe he had gotten through to him, somehow. Rubbing his arm, Adrik did his best to tune out his "brother's" excuses. I could throw my heart out on the street and you'd stuff it back in my chest cavity and call it fine. Because of course I can't be hurting. Nothing I say matters to you. Just your kid brother. Why couldn't Adrik just not care? "Whatever, Aleks," he mumbled. "We've got a job to do. Let's get with it." Even if you wanted to be my brother at some point in my life, then you aren't now. And I don't want you Aleks. The crowd dispersed as Adrik pushed through it. Everyone got back to their normal routines so quickly. They had jobs to get to, kids to drop off at school- why would they waste time on a situation already resolved? Why not just put a thought you didn't like off to the side and ignore it? That's all he and Iliya were to Aleks. An afterthought, a couple younger brothers he forgot about until they became convenient. But what do you want from me? He wanted to scream. Why can't you just forget it? Jace Mawer (Nora)"Ooh!" Nora felt their heart give a little jump. Now things were getting interesting. They couldn't even keep the smile off their face as they said, "Well, that better be a promise. I'm holding you to it, y'know." She accepted the card and examined her options. Hmmm, what to do, what to do... The king, maybe? "Got any kings?" she asked Andy, trying to hold back her giggles. Andy was so stubborn, always ready with a spiteful remark or two. What a group we make. Throw us into a book, we'll make the perfect dysfunctional hero squad. With Stella as the wise mentor, Nora as the awesome and hilarious sidekick, Andy could go on a journey of heroics and seriousness, saving the world one sarcastic quip at a time. "We'll see," she teased her little hero. "Don't be surprised when my awesome go-fishing skills wipe the floor with you, though." [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 30/01/2024 03:08 (2 Months ago) |
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Then she spotted the-annoying-still-nameless-guy and everything was alright. "Hey Meat Shield!" she called cheerfully. "Mind giving me a hand!" [Read more] |
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