played by
AVIAN ROSE
POSTS
9
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Civilian
call me Sato, Ruru
He/Him
22 YEARS OLD
July
14
Cancer
Kyoto, Japan
Demiromantic
Idol Dancer
TAG WITH @satoru
SATORU TATSUYA
no one wants to see the way society keeps spreading the disease.
THERE'S A BEAUTIFUL SADNESS THAT RUNS THROUGH HIM ❝ What's to be expected when you burn a dance or a song straight into your head, over and over again? A good memory at the very least. Or even just an automatic understanding of how the song or a particular movement works. Satoru had been working on this routine for several hours now, and honestly he was exhausted. But the feeling of being fulfilled brought a sense of satisfaction to him. Dancing was worth every moment. And now that they weren't bogged down by limitations anymore, he could design whatever dance he liked, to whatever song that suited him. But he was done for the day and quickly picked up his water bottle and walked out of his personal dance studio. Or at least the studio that Arcanum shared but that he used more than anyone else. It was his studio according to him, he just let everyone else use it when they practiced. A shower was nice and as he stood looking into the mirror he was beginning to notice that his the teal dye in his hair was beginning to fade, or at least the black of his roots was beginning to show, he didn't know which implication was more annoying. No time to deal with that now though, well, at least no motivation anyway. He dressed quickly, more casually than usual, being happy to just walk around the house in his silky light blue pajamas, because hell no was he leaving the house today. Tae was gone, none of his "friends" outside of Arcanum were available, and even if they were Satoru would just claim a headache, and he was ready to have some tea and relax. So he approached the kitchen, pulled down a pot, and began boiling the water. It wasn't long until he heard a familiar laugh in the other room. Evie, sweet, adorable, loving Evie. If she knew he was in here, she'd probably pull him into watching whatever it was she was watching in the living room right now. Whelp, he had until the steam sang, and the water boiled, so instead he sat down at the table and laid his head down. Evelyn Hart ● Sorry if it's super boring! Or if you need more to respond to! I just figured it could be a little bit of a slower thread for the two of them. Tea and popcorn kinda stuff.
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played by
Marshmallow
POSTS
10
awards
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Civilian
call me Evie, Lyn
She/Her
25 YEARS OLD
Gemini
Seattle, Washington
Heterosexual
Idol
TAG WITH @evie
Evelyn Hart
i hate getting in my own bed with dreams about you
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HOW COULD I STOP LOVING YOU?
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"Ehhh? Naomi, that's going a bit far, isn't it?" [break][break]
A laugh would be heard from the other room, higher in pitch but her cheerful and clear. Like a bird, or bells - a clear voice in a room alone, on the phone. "Well.. Whatever. Just be careful driving, otherwise the poor girl might have a heart attack~" A smile is maintained on her lips. She's leaned back into her seat, legs crossed while tugging the elastic that held her ponytail up during her dance routine. Her group, too, had finished rehearsal just a little bit ago. She figured that in order to blow off steam, a nice call and update on the antics of an old friend was just what the doctor ordered! After all, the young woman's antics and ploys never failed to disappoint or bore her. Especially during such a time of stress and need for attention. [break][break]
Something she didn't deserve at this point. [break][break]
She continues to talk on the phone for a few more minutes, up until she grins and stands up from her chair. The young woman paces back and forth slightly, before walking to the table to pick up a pair of her favourite blue headphones. She slips on her peach cardigan, offers a few parting words, and lets out a slight sigh of relief while lowering the screen in front of her. Her head is tilted down, staring with a sense of intensity. The number and picture reflected off her royal blue eyes, but what was she staring at? Nothing in particular, nothing important as she existed from the specific contact. She was met with a whole list and, not too far from the earlier name, she had found one all too familiar for her tastes. [break][break]
She immediately turns the phone off. Her smile had dipped, quick to turn into a slight frown. The spark in her eyes had dimmed - she was exhausted. She was exhausted, scared, anxious-- But what of? Only the view of a person's name who didn't matter (who shouldn't matter) had put a damp on her mood. Why was she trying so hard, even though she had tried just as hard to forget? Why couldn't she forget? [break][break]
Her other hand raises up to run down her face, wiping it with her sleeve and opting to leave the room. She hadn't expected to see someone there. She hoped (prayed) that he hadn't seen her somewhat down expression. In an attempt to mask it, she wears a smile. A dimmed, weak and fake smile. "Hey there Sato! Rehearsals are over?~" She tilts her head slightly, hands behind her back as she steps from the door frame.
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