Post by ikiro Shikara on Sept 24, 2008 15:36:52 GMT -5
The sky was a shade darker As Ikiro Look out of the wall Sized Glass window so clear as if it were made by crystals it was a nice day but he was in a mood for playful chatter and even the wind could not provide that for him with a yawn he turned back into his desk kicking off and flowing down to the ground in a graceful arch " man so quite i hate the quite... " with that he left the office floor he would have to go to the main floor were he knew a nice hall of reporters were waiting for a glimpse hell a picture would run twenty thousand yen now days or that was what he heard
The office was nice with a Crystal view of the City lamps decorated each corner on a nice Orient desk the wallpaper was a pail shade of Blue matching the Large chair behind a antic red wood desk made by the master Woods maker Robbert Brantley the Chair was just a shade paler then normal making the walls stand out with a delicate beauty on the red wood was 2 pictures on of just Ikiro and the other of Him and his sister April the carpet was a nice gray contrasting with the blue to make the room seem as if it were held up by storm clouds
as he left two men came out of the shadows his personal Darkness Doyal and his own Winters Night Frost the two had known him for awhile now years it seemed Frost was a pail that not even Ikiro could match like he was nearly translucent his eyes were the notable feature to him though was his eyes Silver was outlining a cool gray like snow clouds and below that was a white so bright it was blinding his hair flowed to his ankles tide back by a silver Hair tie he was not pretty but he was handsome he lost the ability to be pretty as his jaw bones became more edged as he grew up
Doyal beside him was so unlike frost he was black and not just African American the man was like Darkness made real his face was like a ink blot the only thing you could tell out of him that made him remotely human was his eyes though black the outer edge was pure white his hair was just as his skin Jet black and hanging to his ankles the suit he wore was just as black making into his skin he flat out refused to were color Ikiro had try-ed saying that he was scaring the reporters Doyle's reply " I'm your body guard I'm meant to scare others "
The office was nice with a Crystal view of the City lamps decorated each corner on a nice Orient desk the wallpaper was a pail shade of Blue matching the Large chair behind a antic red wood desk made by the master Woods maker Robbert Brantley the Chair was just a shade paler then normal making the walls stand out with a delicate beauty on the red wood was 2 pictures on of just Ikiro and the other of Him and his sister April the carpet was a nice gray contrasting with the blue to make the room seem as if it were held up by storm clouds
as he left two men came out of the shadows his personal Darkness Doyal and his own Winters Night Frost the two had known him for awhile now years it seemed Frost was a pail that not even Ikiro could match like he was nearly translucent his eyes were the notable feature to him though was his eyes Silver was outlining a cool gray like snow clouds and below that was a white so bright it was blinding his hair flowed to his ankles tide back by a silver Hair tie he was not pretty but he was handsome he lost the ability to be pretty as his jaw bones became more edged as he grew up
Doyal beside him was so unlike frost he was black and not just African American the man was like Darkness made real his face was like a ink blot the only thing you could tell out of him that made him remotely human was his eyes though black the outer edge was pure white his hair was just as his skin Jet black and hanging to his ankles the suit he wore was just as black making into his skin he flat out refused to were color Ikiro had try-ed saying that he was scaring the reporters Doyle's reply " I'm your body guard I'm meant to scare others "
