Writing Underwater, well, on a Train Underwater (OPEN)

Satoru was doodling in his little notebook, drawing whatever he saw on the calm depths, the train moved at a steady pace, slow enough to see his surrounding. On his headphones, calm but dramatic music sounded loudly, but everyone else on the train were too distracted by the view. He saw a variety of fish on the way, too small fish banks, to huge, dangerous looking predators.

When he looked back at his little notebook, he saw most of the descriptions of many of the things he witnessed on the trip. When he looked back, the view looked prettier than before, the water was literally shining from the sun's rays that flowed into the water.

Satoru whistled slightly at the sight, and out of his mouth, a low and almost unhearable "Wow" came.

When he began seeing more and more of this view, his hand moved rapidly on the little book, writing every description he could about the sight. He could have sworn he filled the tiny thing.

When he finally stopped, he simply closed the notebook and stuffed it in his bag. It was still a long way to where he was going to stay. He rested his head on the seat and looked at the ceiling.

He's now bored out of his mind after that little scene though.

Nilo looked around the train car, sighing quietly as he stares out the window. The view mesmerized him every time, so much so it was common to find him sound asleep on a train ride to and fro places. He took notice of the boy writing down things, slightly taken aback as he thought he was the only one to do such a thing. Most people took pictures and videos, yet he and this other fellow wrote what they saw. Maybe it was because of this that made Nilo slide out of his seat and next to the stranger, honestly, he was so surprised himself his words came out stuttered and slightly scared.

"H-Hello... You... Seem bored... W-Would you like the company of another writer?" he asked timidly. He was rarely ever the person to start a conversation, let alone one that didn't start in negativity. He smiled politely, bracing himself to be rejected and told to scram. It hurt him to think that way but he didn't know what to do in a situation like this other than preparing for the worst.

(OOC: Edits have been made.)

"Oh, you're a writer too? Of course I'd like some company!" Satoru said, moving to the seat next to him and patting his old seat invitingly. He removed his headphones and stuffed them in his bag along his notebook and carelessly flinged his bag under his seat.

He then realised he hadn't introduced himself properly. "Where the hell are my manners? My name's Satoru, and it's very nice to meet you!" He said, extending his hand to the apparently shy writer.

He looked expectantly at the other, waiting eagerly for his response.

But out of nowhere, his phone rang loudly, and he quickly picked it up before people began yelling him to shut up. "Hello?...Dad?...Yes I'm almost there...okay, goodbye" He took a slight sigh, and looked back at the other writer.

Nilo was about to shake Satoru's hand but quickly took it back as he went to answer his phone. Nilo silently cursed himself, somewhat annoyed at his unnatural outgoing actions right now. He was, however, very relieved that he didn't shut him down as soon as he said hello. He sat down next to Satoru, a thick book wrapped in his arms as he waited patiently for the phone call to end. Once being looked at, he began to think his greeting out carefully.

"My name is Nilo Lockwood... It's a plesure to meet you, Satoru." he said quietly, obviously quite shy and confused at his actions. He didn't know what to talk about, especially not after the call. He only remembered terrible things of his dad, constantly telling him he was worthless. These thoughts consumed him and he seemed to faze out a little before shaking his head.

"I-I'm so sorry... W-What were you saying?" he said hastily and fearfully at what Satoru might do to him now. He felt terrible that he spaced out, but he didn't know how to fix his mistake. He returned his gaze to his book, not wishing to see a disgusted or annoyed look on his face.

Sky had gotten on the train because she had wanted to go to some place different than her usual spots around the school. She wanted to get out and explore, but more than that she wanted to go visit her younger sibling. She knew her sibling would not be pleased to see her, but then again she didn’t care. She much rather be overly watched than ignored by her odd sibling. After all, he was all she had and all that truly mattered to her now. Sure there were some bumps in the road that needed to be smoothed out, but that was exactly why she was going to visit him. To smooth out the road between them…to become a family again.

While her intention was good and her mood a nervous one, as Sky got on the train she became highly peeved when she realized that almost all the seats on the train was taken. Drifting quietly down the aisles looking for an open space, Sky kept moving along the path as the train moved, the scenery outside a calming blue; however, she was not paying it any mind as she kept looking for the least crowed part of the train. She had to cross to cars already in her search for a quieter car, so as she entered the next car and scanned around the area she was relieved to find that this car was the emptiest of them all. It only seemed a pair of males and a few dozers were on this one.

Liking the new setting, she swayed easily with the train as she began to pad over to the seated pair as the Transistor’s Soundtrack played lowly over the Emily the Strange headphones she wore. The pair seemed to be chatting. She had already caught the names Satoru and Nilo Lockwood and she had also heard some conversation between Satoru and a parent as she approached.

She also heard a bit of grumbling from a few of the passengers; however, those grumbles quickly became quiet as she glanced around the cabin the air around her cool, but not hostile as she paused between the seat where the boys were and the empty one across from them. While it was true she was simply looking for a quiet spot to sit, it was also true that Sky had no issue invading other people’s spaces whether they liked it or not. It was a trait she and her younger sibling shared although hers was more controlled than the latter.

A good example of this strange trait is what the woman did now as she glanced at the empty seat once more and then back to the ones the boys were sitting on.

“Sky Akumura. I am sitting here,” she said in her usual calm and semi-husky voice as she shifted her weight and slid into the seat that faced the pair. Being careful not to bump either one, she slid all the way over to the window before settling her black bag in the seat next to her. She kept her pale hand resting on it as she leaned against the window and looked out at the blue calmly. Her music continued to play as she had seemingly forgotten about the pair with her.

Sky would appear to be relaxing and getting ready for a good nap, but in reality she was listening to pair with her, but she had decided not get involved in the conversation unless addressed or felt the need to do such a thing.
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Note:

Sky can be interacted with, but you’d have to draw her into the conversation. Otherwise she is currently just an quiet passenger listening to music.

Satoru was liking how this was going, he saw Nilo sit down, then he noticed the book tightly wrapped beetween his arms. He pointed at it, and gestured Nilo to show it to him. Then he stood up and reached for his bag, he took it out from the depths of under his seat.

He opened the poor old white leather bag and took out his notepad and showed it to Nilo, the papers were all filled with words and descriptions of what he saw. After that he looked out the window, seeing his stop coming closer with each passing second.

He picked up his cellphone and messaged both his dads about where he was at the moment, then the cell ran out of battery when the deed was done. He stuffed the cell at the bottom of his bag, never to be used again that day.

When he was about to keep talking to Nilo, a female voice introducing herself as 'Sky Akamura' interrupted him, the woman sat down silently and closed her eyes.

"So, Nilo, about that book..." Satoru said, turning to Nilo.

Nilo looked down at his book, slightly grimacing at the fact that Satoru noticed it. He didn't savor the idea of showing a stranger his most private writing but decided it would have to do. He opened the book and flipped through its contents, looking for a passage that wasn't to terribly personal. He nodded and found a passage about a small reflecting pond he found.

He turned the book to where Satoru could read it, smiling lightly as he did so. He didn't like sharing his writing work, and he really didn't like how nice Satoru was being... Was he going to rip his book to shreads!? Of course, he was still recovering from his paranoia centered around his recent mugging. He shrugged off his paranoia though, trying his hardest to relax.

He looked over to the girl, tilting his head lightly to the side. "My name is Nilo Lockwood. Pleasure to meet you." he said in his polite and calm tone, even if he was screaming and having a panic attack on the inside. He turned back to Satoru after a while, keeping his polite smile on.

"I wrote this recently... I was looking around a little park and found the reflecting pond there... It's beautiful..." he said, obviously enjoying talking about the experience.

Sky would remain quiet not really caring that she had intruded upon the pair as she continued to lean against the cool window. She would keep her eyes closed for only a moment before blue orbs opened again as she heard the ruffling of something being moved. Watching the pair from the corner of her eye, Sky saw the one called Satoru showing the other called Nilo a book filled with writing. As she saw this, she turned slightly towards the pair, her expression emotionless as she watched the exchange between them.

Satoru wanted to know about the book Nilo held onto. In exchange for the information, the kid had easily shown his own book of writing expecting the other to do the same; however, as Sky continued to watch, she took note that the paler boy did not seem to want to share at all, but through some stroke of luck for the asking party, Nilo opened his book and showed something to the other after carefully considering what was selected.

As this occurred, Sky’s eyes would drift away from them and to the endless blue speckled with fish as she pondered what was happening. Did the pale kid feel threaten by sharing his book with the other? Was it something personal? Or was there something else at play that made him seem terrified of showing the book off? If they were both writers or whatnot, would it not be best to share work to get critiques and then improve?

Hmph. Maybe that was just her way of thinking, but she didn’t ponder the thought too long since she was not involved in the conversation…yet. It seemed the boy called Nilo changed her isolation rather quickly.

As he spoke, blue eyes would narrow as she looked back over at the boy with an emotionless stare for a second, examining him carefully before giving him a light smile in return.

“The pleasure is mine, Nilo,” she said in a voice that was neither hostile nor friendly as she continued to observe the boy a while longer before blinking and looking towards her bag. She would open it and begin searching for something there.

“Mmm. Water is quite beautiful and terrifying,” she said calmly as she pulled out a black book from her bag and faced the cover towards the pair. On the front side, there was a picture of a beautiful woman drawn in white, but as the book was spun around to its back side the picture changed to a hideous beast of a woman that had fangs and horns also drawn out in red instead.

Keeping her eye on the two males rather than her own style of art she showed off, Sky’s smile would deepen as her eyes narrow.

“Kind of like art of all forms, no?” she said as she finished her thought before falling silent once more.

She had inserted herself into the conversation thanks to the small invitation given by Nilo when he introduced himself to her. The question now was: how well would this go? Two writers and an artist that was quite mad…heh. What would the dice roll their way? Trouble or fortune?

(Sorry for taking so long! Holidays trips sure are horrible things when they don't have internet)

Satoru began reading the passage on Nilo's book, he was very surprised by his writing ability, Satoru varely could write descriptions, but he felt like he was looking at the pond."Your writing is... amazing" Only that word came out. When Nilo introduced himself he followed the same example. "It's nice to meet you Sky, Satoru's the name"
He said, glancing at Sky, when the woman revealed the book, he was very surprised by the drawing, 'very simbolic' he thought.

"I'm surprised I'm the only one without a book, U only have this old, used and almost broken notepad..." Satoru said, taking his notebook from his bag, showing all the notes and scribbles on various things he had been working on: Strange accidents, great tourist attractions. The list goes on and on over various themes. Then he heard the bored voice of the driver, saying that they will arrive shortly at San Malarus in a hurried tone.

"Well then, we will be reaching my stop in a few minutes" He said, mimicking the tone of the driver.

He saw the looming shadow of the city now bigger than before.

They would be arriving shortly.

Nilo looked at the picture with amazement, he didn't think of himself as an artist outside of writing but he knew how to appreciate it. Water was like how Sky said it to be... It was a maiden of peace and coherence but also a maiden death and destruction. It was an amazing thing to contemplate and Nilo loved the artistic expression in the arts that where shown right now. He looked over to Satoru and smiled lightly, still unsure of the boy, but wanting to make an effort to not think he meant harm... Yet...

"... Journals are helpful to artists of all kinds... Einstein had countless journals of his research, Shakespeare had journals full of plays, and even Michelangelo had journals for designs on his inventions..." he said with an air of enchantment about him. He looked up at these people for their greatness in science and the arts; they made him feel like he could become great like them one day...

"... People in history are amazing... They all started out as insane people... But... Then they did amazing and great things..." he said with a light smile, listening to the announcement then to Satoru. "Hm? You live in San Malarus as well?" he asked after words, curios even though he didn't know why.

(Ah. Well then welcome back!)

Sky would give Satoru a light nod as she watched and listen to the other comment on the Nilo’s writing. She couldn’t see the writing herself and quite frankly was too lazy to make the effort to be nosy, so she let the event past in silence before she was turning her attention to her own bag and pulling out her art book as she spoke in response to the boy’s words about the pond. As she pulled the book out and showed it off, she watched as Satoru pulled a face of surprise, while the other looked at the picture with amazement. While she didn’t show it, she took quite a bit of pride in the silent reactions. She loved it when people were captured by what she was created and struck silent. That meant she had something perfect.

In any case, the silence was broken when Satoru spoke. Blue eyes would shift their attention to the boy as he dug out his own beaten up notebook. Sky laid hers on her lap as she looked over at the other’s scribbles and writings. As she caught a glimpse of this and that upon the pages, her eyebrows would raise lightly in amusement. It seemed like the other this child also had a taste in the arts in some fashion.

Shifting her gaze from the Satoru, Sky would glance over to Nilo as he spoke. As she listened to his words about journals and great minds, she couldn’t help but to find a bit of liking towards the kid.

"If it weren’t for the insane where would us fledging artists be? We’d have nothing to strive for if the ordinary was left in charge,” she said with a smirk that showed her appreciation of  Nilo’s words and also her slight admiration that both wrote. After all, art of all forms was welcomed in her eyes. The more one appreciated and understood art’s truth, the more likely one could get along with the odd collector who loved her art and objects very much. She could talk about the subject for days if one let her do so.

Unfortunately what little air of comfort was being built here was quickly dispelled as the driver announced that they’d be arriving in San Makarus soon. Ah, that was her stop and apparently Satoru’s and Nilo’s stop to from the way they spoke. As she packed her book away, she heard Nilo asking a question, but hesitated answering as she became uncertain who the question was being directed to. Probably Satoru, but since it was quiet for now Sky answered.

“Mmm. Not originally, but I’ve come to stay with family for now,” she would say as she repacked her book and looked around the seat to make sure she didn’t forget anything.

Satoru listened to their ideas on artists and their madness, he only has one person to look up to, but he barely thinks about it. He zipped his bag and started talking. "If it weren't for those people, most artists would never dare to be as creative and crazy as them" When he heard the question, he thought about it carefuly, he had lived a bit in San Malarus, but those were vacations. "I'm going to live here until the school year ends, maybe until next year's school year" He said.

He sat up and picked up his bag when he felt the train stopping slowly. He unzipped the black bag and took out his cellphone, quickly messaging both his dads that he was arriving.

The train came to a halt and stopped moving completely, people began rushing towards the doors and the sound of footsteps soon erupted.

"Well, this is our stop, apparently" He said, pointing to the station outside. He gestured them to follow him to the exit.

Nilo smiled at the agreement on historic figures. He wished he could meet so many of the amazing people who changed the world. He was also surprised all three of them lived on the same island, let alone that they were all artists and all met where they did… It was like the start of a fiction novel revolving around their individual talents… Nilo laughed quietly at his own thought, standing up after Satoru, the book being returned to its tight hold in his arms.

“We all live in the same place? Well… That’s an interesting coincidence.” he stated with a light smile. He wasn’t very good at conversation that didn’t involve his writing or albinism… He actually didn’t know how to further the conversation and so decided to let Sky and Satoru talk a bit for him. His composure seemed to be returning as well; the polite young man seemed well and his smile show cased some sort of happiness about him. Though he seemed happy, he still was confused by his out goingness; he didn’t savor the idea that his curiosity made him go and talk to Satoru… But it was in the past and it turned out he wasn’t going to do something bad.

He would follow Satoru a pace behind him, saying sorry and excuse me to any person her bumped into.

(OOC: Yah, welcome back. Hope the vacation was still fun xP)

As Sky finished collecting her things, she would look over at Satoru as he answered her question regarding artists. To his words, the young woman gave him a light smile.

“That is very true,” she said quite content that another understood the ways of the world. Nilo seemed impressed too, or at least that is what it seemed like as the other smiled about the chatter and then gave a quiet laugh to some thought of his own. Regardless of what other truths may have lingered about, the fact was that this little meeting had more benefits than Sky could’ve imagined. She had met some other artists and on top of that they appeared to be residing in the same area. Satoru was coming here for school, she was coming here for family, and Nilo lived in the area?

“Indeed it is an interesting coincidence. Perhaps we were all fated to meet today,” Sky said as she slung her bag on her shoulder and got to her feet as the train began to slow and people began to move about. She would move through the people that flowed about gracefully enough to avoid collision as she followed the pair off the train. Once back out in the open, Sky would move a few paces forward to get herself out of the crowds before she paused to stretch a bit with a light yawn. Between the train trip and the nerves, she was a bit worn out, but that still did not stop her from being polite to the two young artists she had perhaps made some connection with.

Turning slightly to look back at them, she would speak once more.

“I know I need to catch the bus to where I am going, but I am thinking about getting something to eat before continuing on. How about you two?” she asked as she relaxed showing in her own way that she did not mind keeping their company for a while longer.

(Sorry I dissappeared out of nowhere, I didn't have internet because my dad didn't pay the bills in time, and I had exams.)

Satoru thought about the proposal for a while, he looked at Sky and nodded "You lead the way, I'm hungry anyway
do you know any places that are nearby?" He said, then turned to face Nilo. "Do you wanna come with us?" He said, looking expectantly at Nilo, then he turned around to see a clock hanged in the wall, then he looked at the time.

Ten o' clock, he had time for a little break before heading to the 'little' apartment his dads bought for him. Then he looked back at Nilo, awaiting an answer.