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 xx xx  How much endless pain and sorrow, Could I have saved you from? Oh... Touch me harder with your hands, ever and never end. Release it, so far away. × × ×Қ ø и з ş қ į
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☠   Ϣϵɑҏɵɴȿ ∂ϵɑʅϵɍ // Ȼɦɑɨɴϵɗ Ƚϵɑɗϵɍ You don't want to hurt me, But see how deep the bullet lies. Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder. There is thunder in our hearts, baby. So much hate for the ones we love? Tell me, we both matter, don't we?  |
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 xxxxxxxxxxxxxDI Matthew Thorngate And I want to be, Anyone in the world but me Trapped in the body of a man defeated, I am the shame of mistakes repeated “It’s rude if you turn up announced yes, but aren’t you meant to give someone more than a seconds notice. You sent that text at the same time that you knocked on my door. So it was still a little rude. Also you didn’t give me chance to say yes or no.” Matt said as he followed Jiro’s gaze around the room. It was messy but Matt thrived in messy environments. At least this way he would know where everything was. There was a small stack of folders next to his already full desk, a sofa opposite a TV, the coffee table which had a ring on it from his glass earlier. It wasn’t that bad truth be told. “Where are my manners? Would you like a drink? Coffee, tea, something stronger?” Matt asked he leant against the wall for support. There will be no more grey, We have finished digging the grave, We are the new black, And we're as serious as a heart attack. |
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxToshizo♪Songxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  「Toshizo pulled the gloves on but didn't go inside the house with Steel. He noted a lot of blood smears here and there. If that was someone's idea of cleaning, they'd have to do a better job of it... until he noticed that it seemed like the smears wern't just accidents, it was someone walking... away from the house, almost oblivious to everything...not really caring where they were seen going. No, it wasn't the foot prints of the killer. The murderer would have been more careful. Perhaps the steps led to the caller? But then why didn't they just stay there? Question upon question floated through his mind. He stared unseeing at the smears, then decided that he'd follow em, just to see if they lead anywhere. Anything hunch was good in a case like this. He snapped back to reality and then walked into the house after Steel. Inside, there was only a few splatters of blood here and there, but then when it came to the actual scene of the crime, it was a different story. The entire room was bathed in blood. He held his jacket sleeve up to his nose and found Steel kneeling beside a body, regulation medical mask covering the bottom of his face. Toshizo stepped forward to enter the room, but a black strap snagged the bottom of his shoe. Damn stilletto heels... but the case caught his eye. He grabbed the strap and picked it up, almost dragged back down by the weight. Toshizo pulled it up again, this time anticipating the fall of the weight. It was extreamly heavy. He looked at Steel. "Hey, I gotta go... You can handle the sweep here by yourself?" Steel nodded. "Why did you touch the case!? What are you doing with it, what happens if it was part of the murder?" Toshizo nodded and turned from the room with the case slung over his shoulder. "No, the case has nothing to do with this I'm sure... Now, was there anything unusual about the caller? Did the operator mention anything strange about them, an accent perhaps?" Steel looked at Toshizo perplexed. "H-how do you know this? B-but erm, yes. the caller had a thick accent, I don't remember what it was. It wasn't British, something else... like, French or something, no, not that...I don't remember what it was exact-" "Russian, wasn't it?" Steel nodded enthusiastically. "That's what it was! But wait, how did you-" Toshizo cut him off. "As the Chief of Police, it's my privalige to know these things, Steel... and if I were you, I'd start learning to get my thoughts straight. I want exact answers, from you in the future... Be glad that you've been faithful til now, or after that mishap right there, I'd have you kicked off." He was walking out now, down the hall, following the speckles of blood on the floor. So, he was here. The case confirmed it, and the call did too. The Russian wasn't this sloppy, he knew that. He'd delt with the man before, business only, buying a gun or two from him, but that was it. What was the weapons specialist doing here? Why would Vektor, of all people, make a call to the police, the very people who were hunting him down. He shook the thoughts from his head. It might be him to make the kill, it might not have been, but if Toshizo had to bet on anything, he'd bet his money that Vektor was the one who could tell him who really did this. The next thought that came, was how the hell was he going to find Vektor? Without so much as a hint to where to begin looking, he decided that his best bet would be to follow the bloody foot prints... and fast. There was rain on the air again. It would wash away all traces of the blood. Toshizo went into Steel's car and dug through the compartment, pulling out a heavy flashlight. He clicked it on and hit the hilt a few times to test the batteries. The light didn't flicker, so that meant that the power would last as long as he needed. He hitched the straps on his shoulders firmly and began to follow the trail. ++++ The trail wasn't easy to follow. The blood was brighter in some places, in othes, only a small glimmer of red was left. They were getting fainter, probrably because the blood was now drying on the man. How much futher would he have to go? With the flashlight as his guide, he wandred through the back alley ways. Pretty quickly though, after the foot prints were becomming scarce, he realized that another thing would prove useful. Apparently, Vektor was in some bad sort of daze. There was also blood smeers on the brick wall of the buildings, from the body or Vektor, he didn't know. Thunder was already threatening high up in the sky, and that meant that rain was sure to follow. Damn it all. He continued down the alleyways, the trail getting fainter and fainter, until it just stopped. He walked a few alley ways over, then a few down. Nothing. He went back to where he saw the last few bloody marks on the ground. He looked up at where they were headed and there was a door. Why didn't he just look at the door originally? It was made of heavy metal, and yup, there it was. There was blood on the handle of the door too. Toshizo reached out with his gloved hand. He turned the flashlight off and held it in his hand, ready to beat anyone who would stop him over the head. Surprizingly, it just opened up to an office sort of room. There was a desk, a few peices of a gun here and there, and some paper strewn about. He took another step forward, but slipped on the floor. He fell down hard, the case making a crashing noise as it came in contact with the ground. Toshiro quickly sat up and rubbed his back where he fell on the case. What the hell had he slipped on? His hand had slipped into some of the liqued as he fell, so he raised it. In the dim light of the room, he could see that it was thick and had a dark rich color. Toshizo looked at his hand and stared at it. There was no mistaking it, he had handled too many cases to not know what it was.」 If the world were p e r f e c t, we wouldn't be alive, now would we? Because I'm pretty sure I've [********] this w o r l d up and it's done the same to me. Of course I can also do the same to you ❤ |
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 ɣυυєɲ ♠ ʌƈє+++++++++++ The Ƭɾυɱƥ Card ♠ The Ace of Sρα∂єѕ →∂σηт.ℓσσк.αт.мє ❝Yuuen had insisted that he was fine enough to not just lay there when they had gotten up to his room, but Vektor told him to rest for at least a day. He was going to argue, but decided to drop it. He had caused Vektor enough strain already, so he was content with just laying there, Vektor beside him. He couldn't sleep, he felt like he had done his fair share of it already. Several times, he had told Vektor that he needed to sleep, but each time the Russian just quieted him and continued to hold his hand, gently, very gently. He fluttered between sleep and conciousness for a while, sliding almost into sleep, when there was a loud bang. It sounded like something heavy fell. Yuuen's eyes snapped open and he tried to sit up. He just ended up clutching his side and wincing in pain.❞ Don't tell me all those pointless, e m p t y lies... ...that all others seem to have belived. I do think that I'm much better than all of them... ...because I'll believe everything you tell me... ...as long as you won't leave me in the end... ...just like everyone else did. .вє¢αυѕє.ι.∂σηт.ωαηт.уσυ.тσ.ѕєє.нσω.мυ¢н.ι.ηєє∂.уσυ← ❀❀❀✿として花のように繊細な |
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→⒞hristospher ⒮tingxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx paranoid's current Crimes of Passion npcxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The Paranoid Gang Boss of the Bullets  ➔He smirked at the boy as he timidly tasted the vile substance. Sting hated the taste, but he loved the burning sensation and the results. "I've heard that... you don't get around like the others do. Such a cute face... I wonder why." he leaned closer to the boy. "Is this true? I mean, such a child like yourself should have to go through such hard times.... tragic, tragic..." but he said it with more of a mocking tone. Why was he being so mean? Normally, he was calm and level headed, but tonight, he wanted to hurt someone... so badly, as much as Aika had hurt him that day. No, worse. He wanted to kill someone, destroy them completely... And this unfortunate little boy was it.✖ Is it me who you're t r y i n g so hard to avoid? Can I help it if I'm more than just a bit p a r a n o i d? |
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xxxx How much endless pain and sorrow, Could I have saved you from? Oh... Touch me harder with your hands, ever and never end. Release it, so far away. × × ×Қ ø и з ş қ į
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Ѵѐҟȶɵɍ Ƀɍɵѵɬɵѵȿҟɨ ☭
“No. Stay,” he instructed, pushing the boy back onto his bed. He checked over the stitches to see if any were pulled out but they all seemed to still be intact. Vektor sighed in relief and he looked down at Yuran. He brought up his blanket a bit, but suddenly added pressure to Yuran’s chest with his hand, keeping him down on the bed. “Stay here.” He glanced back at the door, needing to hurry. It could be anyone. It could be Ryan! It could be someone else. It could be an enemy. He looked back down at the kid. “You vill pull out steetches if you move around. Do not make my vork go to vaste.” He added emotion in that last sentence, forbidding any more actions that would cause the boy to strain himself. “If I find vone steetch out of place, I vill personally pour Vodka on your vounds.” But even in his threats, he swiped the bangs from Yuran’s face and gave him a small kiss to his forehead. Vektor soon left Yuran’s room, shutting it quietly as he stepped out. He didn’t have his guns on him, his knife cuffs gone when he did stripped down to his pants downstairs. Vektor reached down to his shoe, digging up his pant leg and grabbing the knife that was strapped there. He stuck to the wall, slicking his hair back, a bit disgusted with himself at how strands stuck together from the dried blood. God, he wasn’t in any state for business. Perhaps he could scare away anyone stupid enough to come in here. Vektor peered down the main room towards the back entrance. He went towards the sound, knife at the ready as he stalked closer and closer. “Who is zere?” he growled, wanting to scare whoever it was away. Vektor wasn’t sure he could handle a fight right now. He reached into the room, hand hitting the light switch to illuminate the room. Hiw snarling face was suddenly changed to surprise at who he saw on the door step. “To-Toshi?” ☠ Ϣϵɑҏɵɴȿ ∂ϵɑʅϵɍ // Ȼɦɑɨɴϵɗ Ƚϵɑɗϵɍ You don't want to hurt me, But see how deep the bullet lies. Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder. There is thunder in our hearts, baby. So much hate for the ones we love? Tell me, we both matter, don't we? |
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→⒞hristospher ⒮tingxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx paranoid's current Crimes of Passion npcxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The Paranoid Gang Boss of the Bullets ➔He groaned and sat up again. So, the boy wasn't going to play around. He ran his hand through his silver hair. "I can see why you have no business... You're not playful in the least." he stood up and stretched, yawning. It was rather late at night, and he didn't feel like playing cat and mouse. "I'll make sure to tell Toshimaro who sent me off tonight without so much as a kiss." he teased, smirking, but he fixed his jacket. "Nighty night, cutie." he said, striding towards the door. He knew Toshimaro would be fuming at the boy. That was his small victory for the night.✖ Is it me who you're t r y i n g so hard to avoid? Can I help it if I'm more than just a bit p a r a n o i d? |
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xxxx How much endless pain and sorrow, Could I have saved you from? Oh... Touch me harder with your hands, ever and never end. Release it, so far away. × × ×Қ ø и з ş қ į
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxToshizo♪Songxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 「Toshizo tensioned when he heard the low growl, but then when the light was flicked on, his eyes met a very confused looking Vektor. Well, to play with the moment's awkwardness, he raised a bloodstained hand and waved at the man, and he smiled. Odd how he could still smile under the circumstances. "You kind of left your case... at a certain, unmentionable area." he pulled himself up, leaving the case on the floor beside him. How would he break it to him that he was actually a cop and not just a loyal customer bent on giving back the case? Hmm... he'd have to try. "So, you're probrably wondering why I'm here, right?" he continued lightheartedly, speaking as he always had when he was around Vektor... although, admittedly, today he was taller... five inches taller because of the shoes. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his badge, his awkward smile on his face. "Hi! Tonight I'm Toshizo Song of the city police, and I just need to ask you a few questions about the murder on Resivour!" he grinned, his other hand finding the gun he stole from Steel. He'd have to thank the man later for being an idiot and leaving his weapon unattended in an unlocked vehicle.」 If the world were p e r f e c t, we wouldn't be alive, now would we? Because I'm pretty sure I've [********] this w o r l d up and it's done the same to me. Of course I can also do the same to you ❤ |
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Ѵѐҟȶɵɍ Ƀɍɵѵɬɵѵȿҟɨ ☭
The blade was set on the table in a silent agreement of cooperation. He pulled a chair out for himself, and buried his face in his hands, not knowing where to begin. If he cooperated now, then he wouldn't need to to go down to the station, right? This didn't have to blow up, it was all under control. Or so Vektor desperately wished. "Vhere vould you like me to start?" he asked, his voice not as cold or threatening as it was earlier. He sounded so resigned, like he had lost something important to him. Perhaps that was why he had risked the phone call to the police. ☠ Ϣϵɑҏɵɴȿ ∂ϵɑʅϵɍ // Ȼɦɑɨɴϵɗ Ƚϵɑɗϵɍ You don't want to hurt me, But see how deep the bullet lies. Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder. There is thunder in our hearts, baby. So much hate for the ones we love? Tell me, we both matter, don't we? |
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxToshizo♪Songxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 「Toshizo had expected a lot of different reactions from Vektor, but this was the least expected. The usually fiesty Russian seemed... deflated. Perhaps it was because he thought that Toshizo was going to drag him in? He almost laughed, but decided not to. The man looked really beat up... And it was lot to get Toshizo to think that. He reached his not as blood covered hand out and patted him on the arm. "Hey, calm down will ya? I don't think you killed him if that's what you're worried about. I just want to know what you think, first hand, what happened.. I mean, what would I do if my little weapons specialist was dragged off and unable to sell me nicely priced imports and personal models?" he said, trying to lighten the mood. Of course though, death could never be lifted. It was forever. It was the final act of life, to die. Toshizo shuddered and turned his attention back to Vektor. He could hear a soft shushing sound outside, telling him that it was raining. Great. He was stuck until it let up. Oh well, he was among good company anyways. "So, I guess start where you feel you need to. I want to know, so I can help put whoever did this... away for good, Vektor." his eyes were steady, his face no longer smiling. There was a comfort in his voice, but his face showed that he was listening intently. "I want to know who hurt you."」 [[if you'd like, you don't have to go through the explaining, just a brief text recap. but I don't really mind/care which you do~]] If the world were p e r f e c t, we wouldn't be alive, now would we? Because I'm pretty sure I've [********] this w o r l d up and it's done the same to me. Of course I can also do the same to you ❤ |
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→⒞hristospher ⒮tingxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx paranoid's current Crimes of Passion npcxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The Paranoid Gang Boss of the Bullets ➔Chris turned back to look at the boy. He had so been looking forward to a good night sleep... but oh well. His jaunty smile returned to his face as he placed his hand on the boy's head. "Really now? Anything you say?" his silvery eyes had a glitter of maliciousness behind them, his smile dangerously on the edge devilish. "Because... you'll have to be careful what you say to me, I take things... very literal." he leaned in closer to the boy's face. "It's almost as dangerous as giving satan your soul." -------------------- 'Hello there, may I welcome you to forty-second street?' 'What do you do here? Sex for pay, is that it?' 'Well, essentially, yes sir! But, I live to make you happy.' 'Really? How do you intend to do that, my little flower?' 'Anyway you'd like sir! I'll do anything. If you don't mind me asking, sir, what may I call you?' 'Monsieur Sting. And you?' 'Anything you'd like sir. You can name me.' 'Well, what is your name?' 'A-Aika, sir.' 'What a lovely name... it's nice to meet you, Ai.' 'The very same to you, Monsieur Sting! Now, what can I do today to make you happy?'✖ Is it me who you're t r y i n g so hard to avoid? Can I help it if I'm more than just a bit p a r a n o i d? |
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xxxx How much endless pain and sorrow, Could I have saved you from? Oh... Touch me harder with your hands, ever and never end. Release it, so far away. × × ×Қ ø и з ş қ į
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Merry Christmas~!
