Thread: Lighten Up! (x-Snorkle-Rainbow-x & TekN0!!!)

Ever get the feeling that you're so uptight? That you're just an absolute workaholic, or maybe you take things too seriously? Maybe you just study all the time. Perhaps you do the most mundane things in life that are just as boring as an empty graveyard on a windless day. That, perhaps, explained what people said about the local university's brainy student Damian Rhodes. Damian had the best grades, probably would graduate valedictorian, and participated in a number of after school activities, community programs, and study sessions with groups of other intellects within the school. His parents were so proud, one of their sons an absolute genius. They worshiped him like some god, happy that he did everything and everything to further his intellect to almost inhuman proportions! Oh, but the glamorous life is only shiny and sparkly from the outside. Damian knew that first hand as he studied upstairs, flipping a page in utter boredom. Philosophy. Worse, Western philosophy. So dry, so mundane. He knew it like he knew the back of his hand. Like he knew the exact publisher and author of this accursed book. Like he knew exactly the tempo, BPM, and genre that damn song blasting downstairs was moving at since it was keeping him from his goddamn studies! Damian was so unfortunately gifted with a younger brother who was absolutely insatiable when it came to a party of any kind. It was a different one each week, he swore! Alex, a natural short haired blondie who died his hair an unruly lime green for his costume, stood at a simple 5'9 and was awfully slim. Of course, that meant he would be wearing black skinny jeans, an equally black hoody with skeletal designs on it, and the cheeky bastard put on a stupid face makeup kit that made him look further more like a skeleton. It was childish, especially when Alex's grades were down the toilet since he chose partying over homework. Damian groaned in frustration as he miraculously heard that little pest shout over the music, screaming Louder, louder and Let's party! over and over again like some drunken monkey in a barrel full of bananas. It was so annoying that Damian literally made his pencil snap in half, the Junior college student throwing both pieces into a waste bin that was already halfway full of half broken pencils. On the sheet of paper before him, supposedly his rough draft for a soon due paper on some stupid, easily passed topic in Philosophy, was... nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nothing ! That just seemed to grind Damian's gears even more as he slammed his hand on the desk and stood up, the rolling chair sliding a good several feet backwards in his rather large, spacious room. No doubt a gift from his parents since Alex had a rather tiny room. I'm going to kill that son of a bitch one day. Damin hissed through clenched teeth, already flinging the door open to his room. It literally felt like something slapped him in the face as he stormed out of his room, a pair of plain old tan flip flops adorning his feet as he went to the rails of the second floor overlooking the atrium of their rather large mansion of a home. There, he glared as he saw a large mass of people dancing under strobe lights and by a loud as hell DJ wearing those stupid sunglasses with shaders on them. What the hell were they blocking if rays of sunlight broke through?! No matter. Damian was on a mission to find that damn brother of his, no doubt partying it up with his friend and girlfriend. And in that instant, he was briefly entertained with the thought that he never truly met the woman despite the two having been dating for... what was it? Several months? Oh hell, who cares. Damian dreaded the fact that it was practically a female version of Alex loud, obnoxious, and downright disrespectful to him. A whopping 6'0, Damian walked down the stairs wearing a pair of comfortable denim jeans, a dark gray of a wash that while rough to the touch, felt particularly thinner than ordinary denim. The slim fitting v-neck tee he wore was washed in a navy blue, doing very little to hide the fairly muscular body he regularly worked on to stay healthy and fit. It did garner the attention of some of the female party goers, one messing with his auburn, shoulder length hair that he pulled away swiftly in annoyance. Sapphire blue eyes surfed the crowd, setting their sights for anyone much that stupid lime green hair. He managed to find some, though none appeared to be the source of his dismay right now. As he groaned out in pure frustration, a light Italian accent left his lips as he did his past to shove through annoying freshly graduated high school seniors. Where are you, Alex? Did you have to do this tonight?! His voice was barely heard over the music, Damian still pressing onward as he was headed towards the kitchen. That was a good place for the host of the party, right?