Kirrian

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10 posts. Alias of lazulin.


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With no class and no practice, Hunter's day is pretty uneventful. He works on a couple of projects that he's been putting off--finally starting on his history paper that he should've started on last week--while he debates whether or not he actually wants to go to this art gallery or not. Maybe he should call Luke and see if he wants to do something else, anything else. Maybe he should ask if he'd rather see a movie. Would that be weird? Probably.

As he puts the finishing touches on his paper, Hunter takes out his phone, but instead of calling Luke he pulls up the photos, scrolling through them until he gets to the ones from a couple of years ago. He had deleted most of the ones he had of Ricky--he'd never been one for taking pictures that often anyways so it wasn't like there were that many to begin with--but he had kept one picture of him. It was of the both of them, Ricky's arm over his shoulder, both of them smiling at the camera. Hunter's finger hovers over the delete button--but he doesn't press it.

With a sigh, he closed the app, texted Luke, and headed to the gallery.


Spoiler:
"Hey, I'm not the one who thought it would be a good idea to tell the new players that practice was going to be on the roof the first day," says Hunter, smiling back at Luke. "That sounds pretty strange though. Although I do remember somebody who had his eyes closed the whole time when we saw that exorcism movie," says Hunter with a laugh.

"Kind of weird they're canceling class for it. You doing anything tomorrow? Want to see what this opening is about?" says Hunter, his heart beating a little faster in his chest, and for a second he can't make eye contact with the other soccer player.

"And in the meantime, we've got an hour to kill before practice starts; you want to hang out until then?"

What else do I know about Ricky's family?


Spoiler:
"We can't all be business majors, I guess," he says, smiling back at Luke. He scratches the back of his head, wondering if he should mention Ricky or not. People knew they had been friends, even though that was all anybody knew.

"The email I got said it was about Ricky," continues Hunter, his words trailing off, not sure what else to say. "I thought you might know something about it, since you're from around here, you know."


Spoiler:
As he heads to his dorm from the art building, Hunter spots Luke, one of his teammates, walking out of the Social Sciences department. A fellow forward, Luke and Hunter had naturally gotten to know one another pretty well--and Luke was a Romney local, so he always knew what was going on around town.

"Hey Luke," says Hunter, jogging up to him. "You hear about this art gallery thing? Looks like they're canceling class for it. Must be pretty big."


Spoiler:
As he washes the paint off his brushes, Hunter starts to plan what he's going to do for the next hour before practice starts. It was only an hour before practice but he rarely even got an hour nowadays, so he needed to make the most of it. He probably should've done a little work on his history paper--he increasingly regretted not getting all of his electives out of the way earlier--but he decides instead to head back to his dorm room and take a nap; coach had been running the team ragged lately, and he was going to need to be rested up.

As he reads the email he feels a pang in his heart when he gets to Ricky's name. Had it really been so long since he had disappeared? He had tried his best to forget about Ricky--but with the second anniversary of his vanishing approaching it had been next to impossible. His mind kept drifting back to the nights before the 29th--Ricky had asked him to go to a dance club--he had hesitated at first, not sure what Ricky was planning, and still a little wary about being noticed in public--but he had finally agreed. But Ricky hadn't shown up, and it turned out no one knew where he was.

He wondered who had done the picture of Ricky that would be in the gallery. He had done a few drawings of Ricky himself, and had even started a painting, but he had gotten rid of them all after Ricky had disappeared--they were far too painful to hold onto, though he still clung to one, in one of his older notebooks--the first one he had done of Ricky, when he had asked if he would help him with class by posing. He thought maybe he should skip this event--it sounded pretty official but he wasn't sure that he could take it. Just thinking about Ricky still gave him butterflies in his stomach. But--Ricky's parents were trying to declare him dead--if they were able to move on, maybe he could too. Maybe this would help. Maybe.

Well. At least it looked like he knew what he was doing tomorrow.


I moved a point from wits into intelligence, a point from composure into presence, and a point from investigation into crafts.


My stats are also done except for equipment


@John

Hunter has a direct connection with Ricky, and since you've been investigating Ricky so closely perhaps you know him via your investigations?


Hunter's focus is painting, though he didn't always have access to the necessary supplies so he's spent a lot of time drawing as well. And drawing is a necessary basis for painting anyways.

Hunter's focus is figure painting; his style is impressionistic, a la Henry Scott Tuke, but with a touch of dreamy, uneasy surrealism. He usually does paintings of other students at Romney state; this and this are sort of how I see his style.

Hunter is a forward on the soccer team.


Hey everyone! Looking forward to this game, I will hopefully be able to answer the questions later today.