Kemekin Evans-Barros, Jr.
Keme
Academy Freshman: Were-Korean
No man is exempt from saying silly things; the mischief is to say them deliberately.
Posts: 229
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Post by Kemekin Evans-Barros, Jr. on Jan 10, 2010 13:49:01 GMT -5
((There will probably be mild to moderate god-modding in this. But they're both my characters, so I'm going to sprinkle a little [dazzle]faerie dust[/dazzle] on the posts and pretend it's not there.))
The mansion had been in disuse for as long as Kemekin could remember. The abandoned estate gloomed up a few acres of land not too far from his own home—in fact, on clear nights with full moons, he could see the tallest of the towers from his bedroom window. The only thing about the place that really ever struck Kemekin as odd was that, in his eighteen years of living here, he had never found reason—of his own fabrication or otherwise—to get any closer to it than the old candy store, which was a block and a half away. Upon coming to this realization, Kemekin made an excuse to take an alternate route to school one morning—this brought him along the sidewalk across the street from the estate. From there, the mansion looked as normal as it could be: a web of vines gripped the faded red brickwork, the only green in a courtyard of dead and dying vegetation. A cracked, long, dry fountain centered the area; from its base Kemekin could see several gravel paths that led to the front door, to what looked like a greenhouse, and other unseen locations. One or two of the windows were broken. The ones that remained were dark and reflected the morning sunlight glaringly.
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Jaebi Lyckander
Keme
Academy Freshman: Cheetah Shapeshifter
This secret side of me, hid under lock and key; I keep it caged but I can't control it.
Posts: 200
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Post by Jaebi Lyckander on Jan 10, 2010 13:56:15 GMT -5
Jaebi didn't notice Kemekin immediately. He was too busy humming a tune that had gotten stuck in his head during breakfast, somehow managaing to dance and walk at the same time. Michael Jackson had this effect on him, it seemed.
Moonwalk, moonwalk. Pop, lock, forward moonwalk, kick-- well, would you look at that. Kemekin didn't usually come this way in the mornings. The boy usually walked to the cafe by the bus stop and waited there for Jaebi before they went to school.
Oh well. Jaebi broke into a run, calling his friend's name loudly.
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Kemekin Evans-Barros, Jr.
Keme
Academy Freshman: Were-Korean
No man is exempt from saying silly things; the mischief is to say them deliberately.
Posts: 229
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Post by Kemekin Evans-Barros, Jr. on Jan 10, 2010 14:14:17 GMT -5
"Hey, Keme!"
Kemekin blinked and turned towards the voice. Jaebi Lyckander sprinted towards him, his long legs carrying him at a pace that Kemekin for years had been trying and failing to match. Jaebi literally skidded to a halt not two feet away from him, grinning that big goofy grin of his. Kemekin smirked at his friend-- smirked up, as it were. Though they had started off the same height when they'd met, over the years Jaebi had taken on the annoying little habit of going through arbitrary growth spurts. Kemekin wasn't short-- the boy stood at a solid six feet. Jaebi, however, bested that by almost half a foot.
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Jaebi Lyckander
Keme
Academy Freshman: Cheetah Shapeshifter
This secret side of me, hid under lock and key; I keep it caged but I can't control it.
Posts: 200
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Post by Jaebi Lyckander on Jan 10, 2010 14:19:48 GMT -5
Jaebi saluted his friend, still grinning. "Hey, you know that psych assignment? Mr. Honghui sent out an email last night saying that the due date was postponed. His daughter is coming for a visit and--"
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Kemekin Evans-Barros, Jr.
Keme
Academy Freshman: Were-Korean
No man is exempt from saying silly things; the mischief is to say them deliberately.
Posts: 229
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Post by Kemekin Evans-Barros, Jr. on Jan 10, 2010 14:25:14 GMT -5
“Okay. Awesome.” Kemekin patted his friend’s shoulder absently, turning his attention back to the mansion. Somewhere at the back of his mind, it surely registered that he should be celebrating a postponement on the psychology project he hadn’t even started yet. Understandably, Kemekin's interests were, at the moment, elsewhere. It wasn’t that the abandoned estate gave him chills or anything—there was just something about it that seemed… intimidating? No. Challenging. Which was silly, of course. Buildings do not challenge people.
However, some of them do sport large, heavily rusted DO NOT ENTER signs on their front gates, as the mansion did. It was therefore absolutely necessary that they investigate. And by “they,” it is of course meant that Kemekin wanted to investigate, and Jaebi was dragged along against his will… which is not entirely Kemekin's fault. Jaebi could have easily just walked away. But he didn’t—because he knew Kemkein would guilt the hell out of him for it later. Smart boy.
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Jaebi Lyckander
Keme
Academy Freshman: Cheetah Shapeshifter
This secret side of me, hid under lock and key; I keep it caged but I can't control it.
Posts: 200
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Post by Jaebi Lyckander on Jan 10, 2010 14:31:19 GMT -5
Ten minutes of inspection found no way to open the front gate. Which was just as well, Jaebi thought. The heavy ironwork had rusted into place, and any passerby that noticed a change in that would surely become suspicious. When breaking into an area, the front entrance is the last route one wants to use, anyway. (Oh Kemekin, the things you've taught him.) Jaebi sighed and jogged around to one side of the perimeter wall slash massive brick fence thing. Maybe there was a service entrance somewhere.
Jaebi happened to glance at his watch. Eight-fifteen. Fuck.
"We're going to be late," he said. "Again."
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Kemekin Evans-Barros, Jr.
Keme
Academy Freshman: Were-Korean
No man is exempt from saying silly things; the mischief is to say them deliberately.
Posts: 229
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Post by Kemekin Evans-Barros, Jr. on Jan 10, 2010 14:34:53 GMT -5
Kemekin passed Jaebi to inspect the wall.
“And your dad can blame me all he wants for causing his son to miss the useless waste of academic payroll that is homeroom,” Kemekin responded cheerily. “Besides,” here, he found a nook in the wall where the creepers grew in an odd fashion, as if they were twisting around bars instead of brick, “I don’t think we’re even going to school today.” kemekin grabbed a handful of the creepers and yanked. The thin plants snapped beneath his fingers and revealed a wrought-iron handle. Kemekin gripped, lifted; the boys were met with a loud metallic wail that sounded like a dinosaur getting a root canal.
Kemekin winced. Hopefully, no one heard that.
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