Crimes of passion -Yaoi- Open and FULL again!

[princess_gone_dark]

Ryan
Never a dull moment

Ryan's call was put through to voicemail. He walked outside to get a better signal, his battery was also faailing him. Only one man was left outside, a cop. Ryan felt somehow responsible, hadn't he nearly started a fight. Probably that Nicholas was also to blame as he also held a gun, all along Ryan had said it was not right to show your gun."Are you okay officer, maybe we should get you inside" Ryans voice changed and was now soothing. He then got out his phone before the man could answer and turned it off, he would ring Jack in a while. First he wanted a cop's opinion on the law, for he had trained to become on quiting when they found out what he had done.

Jumpstart myheart, burn on through the dark poison in my blood.I will come undone.

[x-Starstrukk]

ʂ y и • "м o u ʂ e" • м i и d e l l

The 'Best' at 'Being'. . .the 'Best'.

Syn just took a deep breath, "Hello Thorngate." He said calmly as he let the other speak, hearing the deal with. Okay so the neighborhood heard gunshots? Other than that they have no suspects for now..damn! The male just pressed his lips together thinking, as the other explained. Sure this was pretty hard to know. Syn rather do his job on the low, not like the nut next to him. That just come's out of his car and start making a whole show for the people.

The male let out a small sigh, "Hmm well let's check it out." He said as he took out his small pistol gun. He sure didn't want to do anything wrong, like random shooting others. But of course Syn doesn't do that. "I'll watch you're back.." He said, as he followed. Somehow Syn got completely off task, once he got a glance at Matthew's a**, the male had a devilish grin... He didn't notice how nice it was..and kinda cute.

Syn soon realized what he was just thinking about and quickly just got on guard again, nearly slapping himself, having a small pout on his face. Telling himself to behave. As they walked into the building, he noticed some obvious things. "Looks like there was a struggle..Hmm...a deal that went wrong is what I think." He said, he knew that was it. This building was obviously used for that of course. He started to looked around on guard, to see if any clues. Trying to distract himself from someones rear. "Awkward that the other's haven't came to the scene yet." He said with a shrug. "They aren't needed for now." He added on. That was true, the less the better.

Your 'personal' 'ticking' 'bomb' at your 'service'

[SikFox]

Ѵѐҟȶɵɍ Ƀɍɵѵɬɵѵȿҟɨ ☭

Vektor had taken his time with the last job of the night. One more stop in the Angels’ district was on the bottom of his To-Do list. He exited the apartment wiping the corner of his mouth with his knuckles and his case behind his back. He stopped at the bottom of the stoop and looked back at the man he had serviced to his guns. “I trust you’ll enjoy your new toy.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. The man had asked for personalized Browning 9x19mm with an extra sensitive hair trigger. The man had a steady trigger finger but he just wanted it for defense. Or so he kept saying. The man at the door leaned against the frame looking happy. Vektor returned the look but only because the man had paid up front instead of waiting. Other than that he thought the guy to be too disgusting for his taste. “Be seein’ you soon?” Vektor held back his snort. Lord or not, he was still a weapons dealer and had a business to run.
“Vhenever you need a gun, you know who to call.” He waved the man back into his apartment, letting his smile slip off of his face.

Wiping his hair to one side of his face, Vektor looked around. One more block and he was home free. He slipped out his phone as he walked down the last block, dodging the people that walked passed him. He hit the Speed dial for Jericho and was happy when he picked up. “J? Jah. Vas busy vith something.” Explanations were never safe to do over the phone so vague details were the best route. And his partner in crime seemed to always know what he meant. “Expect two. Busy?” Vektor could hear a bit of noise in the background of Jericho’s phone and could tell he interrupted something. He looked at his phone quickly to see the time and saw that he had called early in the morning. Was it that time already? “Tell heem I send my apologies. …No, no. I’m almost home. No need to trouble yourself. Thank you.”

He flipped his phone closed before looking at the luminescent glow for a little longer. Vektor looked up and saw a familiar part of the city that marked that he was finally back in Chained county. ‘Finally.’ It was good to be back on safe ground, no longer having to glance over his shoulder for followers.

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Ϣϵɑҏɵɴȿ ∂ϵɑʅϵɍ // Ȼɦɑɨɴϵɗ Ƚϵɑɗϵɍ
I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And don't really care which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
That's just the business I'm in

[emoplushbear]

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Amato walked through the park until he found some kids on the swings the park had set up. Amato knew them, he always saw them around town and they always messed with him at his performances. They were the kind of kids that would actually bring rotten fruit and foods and throw it at him. He resisted the urge to do something he would regret and slowly walked back home. He wasn't sure what to do with himself until his blue hair fell in his eyes. With a slight smile he ran off to the store.
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He dumped the bag of supplies on his bed and quickly looked through everything. He had new clothes and some red hair dye. He smiled at the thought of what he could do. He ran his fingers through his hair and pulled out the last of his hair pins. He could never find anyone that could do his hair the way he liked it so he just help it up with pins and pins. It was a little past his shoulders now, and curlier than it would seem to be. Grabbing the hair dye, he ran into the bathroom.
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Amato walked back out with his red hair flowing down in curls past his shoulders. "This is going to take some getting used to," He went back to his bed and grabbed some of his new clothes. In the mix, there was a small red eyepatch. "I have to remember who I am. performer outfit or not," he fastened the eyepatch on and threw on a new outfit. With a new smile on his face, he bounded out the door to try and see what people would say.
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(character design change. wonders can be done with new clothes and hair dye ^^)

[WhilstsleepingI]

Another day, another dollar, another deadbeat to track down.

This one wasn't even entirely interesting. Another guy decided to play Bobbie Sue and took the money (and the drugs, and the gun, and the kitchenware apparently) and ran, leaving an angry boyfriend and a kid in diapers behind. Sure, they didn't quite capture his attention the same way sleuthing through witness protection or tailing someone across country had, but money was money and he had to make it somehow when his boss decided to play the silent treatment game again. Plus, he had to keep his reputation as the glorious b*****d who would sell his own mother out for a buck or a pat on the head.

Kang Min strolled, hands in pockets, down the sidewalk, ever so uneventfully making his way from the Chained territory to the Angels territory. It wasn't like it was his fault that his mark liked to hit up the placed down there, and besides that, he had connections there. Really, he had some for of connection just about everywhere. It always amazed anyone who tagged along with him on jobs just how many people he knew, but it was all part of his business. Hell, it was the reason he was successful. Connections and a photographic memory would be all he needed to own these damn streets one day...

Streets changed, people changed, and soon enough a burly hand clapped on his shoulder, "Roach! What's yer stupid a** doin' around here?" He grinned, a grin he had specifically tailored to appear bashful and nonthreatening, and turned to the two men, shrugging the hand from his shoulder. Roach. What a beautiful nickname, yes? They'd started with it the night he managed to talk himself out of a bullet despite the barrel pointed at his head, and somehow it stuck. and then it began to spread. But, he thought with a heavy internal sigh, we must all face some hardships on our way to glory. "I'm looking for Kevin Sweeny, know where he is?" No, he could already tell from their expressions, but they would try to badger some money out of him anyway for false info. Rats. "Ah, yeah, Kevin, we saw Kevin..."

With a false smile and a small shake of his head, Min stepped away from the two and gestured vaguely down the street. "Well, contact me if you catch him. I have some places I need to check out." He began down the street again, walking briskly and off-tempo. It always annoyed him when people gave him false information, or tried to. Here he was, working an honest profession, and they were tyring to mess it up. How rude...

[AnimeAlien]

Jack King
The boss, the head honcho, the king.

Jack looked at his watch seeing that the time was creeping towards dawn as it was the early hours of the morning. Around two to be precise. Jack didn’t sleep much anyway and he certainly wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. He had better things to do than to sleep, he had to get a new gang together. Most of his men were dead in that building which he now knew that the cops were in. If they hadn’t arrived he would have destroyed the evidence but it was too late. With only him the gang would begin to lose it’s reputation and dogs would come sniffing around to take his place. He had two options recruit or retire. He chose recruit. The Head Angel would not be so easily beaten by the death of his men. Also he’d have to show those who want his place what he could really do. The fact that the Chained had been in his territory showed that things were changing. Jack King would make sure they changed in his favour. Now was not a time to be sitting about thinking. He stood up, brushing the grass and dirt from his coat and walked back over to the fence. Once again he climbed over it and landed on the other side.

As he walked along the street, once again near the bar he decided to play the waiting game. He wouldn’t go back into the bar but would instead walk around for a bit. If he came across any potential recruits then he would start his very own process. Jack King had to have the very best and that meant a show was in order. With his place as a crime lord threatened he felt p*****. In one night his authority was shaken and those who made it happen would be sorry. Also Jack wanted to rule the city. Crime was the main ruler but there was so many freelancers, the other gang and the stupid idiots that thought they could take him. His rivals and he was an avenging angel, ready to take them on. First he’d need man power behind him. He was good at the brute force but he was more of a leader than a grunt man.

He found a building opposite the bar. It was only three floors but seemed to be a apartment building. The people in there wouldn’t have to pay much rent that was for sure. He ascended the fie escape and made his way to the roof. When he got there he watched the street below waiting. He roof was a perfect place as I gave him a good view of the street below. Also where do Angels go? Into the sky.


I have a slow disease
That sucked me dry
For what it’s worth
Come on walk with me
Into the rising tide
For what it’s worth
Filled a cavity
Your god shaped hole tonight

[SikFox]

Ѵѐҟȶɵɍ Ƀɍɵѵɬɵѵȿҟɨ ☭

"I never did get that boy's name," mumbled Vektor to himself. He sat alone and in the dark of an empty building far in Chained domain. On the outside it looked like a rusted and old brick building about to be demolished. There was even wooden planks over the doors and windows. However, the Lord of these lands had made a deal with the Demolishion committee about this buidling; to make it look like it was going to be bowled over at any minute to keep people away. On the inside was a completely different story however. It was a lavished foundation of foreign carpentry and marble columns. There was even a chandelier hanging from the cieling of the main foyer. Passed the staircase and porcelain vase was the boss's room and where Vektor sat behind a desk. His trade mark violin case rested in the corner behind him.

His boots were kicked up on the edge of the mahogany structure and he was rested back against his chair. A crystal glass of ice and fire whiskey nestled in his fingertips. He never did really sleep. Vektor only drank and rested in the slow hours, thinking. It was like his brain never stopped. Earlier events played through his mind. He had met many interesting candidates for his team, even saw his rival stand before him, only a stretch of pavement seperating them. That had been interesting. The hate filled look in Jack's eyes were burned into his memory and he couldn't forget it. The ice clinked against his glass when he took another drink, the amber liguid burning as it flowed down his throat. The boy he had mentioned earlier. The one who had accepted his offer. The first one he had met that wore the blue glasses. He had been an interesting one and Vektor wanted him on his side. He wasn't going to let Jack get this one. Nicolas was his.

"Vhere, oh vhere has my little dawg gone? Oh vhere, oh vhere could he be?" his dark voice echoed in the black room as Vektor continued to enjoy his drink, laughing a bit to himself.

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Ϣϵɑҏɵɴȿ ∂ϵɑʅϵɍ // Ȼɦɑɨɴϵɗ Ƚϵɑɗϵɍ
I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And don't really care which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
That's just the business I'm in

[Paranoid Doll]

don't tell me all the lies

that all those others believed...

I'm better than all of them...

❝Yuuen stood on the roof. His phone was pressed against his ear. "So... you're telling me to kill him only for a grand?" he smirked. "It'll take a lot more than that for me to hit your man. How did you get my info anyways?" he frowned slightly. "No can do. Sorry." and he hung the cell up. He leaned back against the chain link fence. He closed his eyes and hung his head back. It was really quiet right now. At least where he was. Yuuen lit a smoke and held it to his lips, inhaling deeply.

Drawing a long sigh, the smoke streamed out and swirled up into the air.
You're killing yourself, you know that right?
...of course. ❞

...because I'll believe whatever you tell me,

as long as I know that you won't leave me in the end...

...just like all those others did. ✖Yuuen

[emoplushbear]

AmatoDallaNascita

Amako slowly walked through the streets keeping his eyes open. This wasn't the nicest town, and now a days, he may get raped in the streets if he wasn't careful. At any moment, someone could jump him, shoot him up with that new drug going around, and then he would be pregnant. "Wouldn't that be just great?" he laughed slightly in a sarcastic way.
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At one point he looked around to see if there was anyone around. His thoughts had gotten the best of him and now he was slightly worried. He moved one of his red curls back into place and thought about where he had those two knives hidden. One was in his shoe, other in back pocket. he felt slightly calmer as he felt for them both.
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Amato looked at his watch, "What the hell am I even doing out this late?" he muttered to himelf, "I should be home sleeping now." He sighed again at the lack of people in the streets. For some reason, he hoped someone would find him and maybe give him a compliment. Maybe I should just go back to how I used to be... He looked at his curls and looked back at the sky, completly confused.
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[SikFox]

Ѵѐҟȶɵɍ Ƀɍɵѵɬɵѵȿҟɨ ☭

The Russian didn't get the name of the tagger but he was fortunate enough to get one of the other's names. The loud mouth. He talked too much, but perhaps in this situation, it was a good thing. The word needed to spread and he could be just the guy to do it. His glass empty except for the melting ice, he let it rest on his desk. He looked over to the phone on his desk debating if he should bother Jericho again. It had been a little over a few hours and the man was reliable in his information. Fingers left the comfort of his lap and he picked up the receiver. His fingers splayed and hit random numbers that he knew by heart. "J...."

Vektor looked at the numbers he had wrote down on his paper pad. Jericho had come through for him and got him what he needed. They're were more than one. This Ryan was a hard man to find and had several connections. Some were dead ends and fake numbers. Hopefully this next one would work. He held the phone to his ear as he poured himself another drink, the phone ringing across the line. No one answered. Voicemail instead. Vektor sighed. Well, if it wasn't him, then he wouldn't show. If it was.... Vektor decided to leave a message. "Chained. Old building. Back Entrance. Levine Boulevard. Two grand and a new phone if you erase this message and crush it." He pressed END before hanging up. If it was a random person to show up, Vektor would not hesitate to kill him. If it is Ryan... Well maybe they could come to an agreement.

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Ϣϵɑҏɵɴȿ ∂ϵɑʅϵɍ // Ȼɦɑɨɴϵɗ Ƚϵɑɗϵɍ
I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And don't really care which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
That's just the business I'm in

[princess_gone_dark]

Ryan
Never a dull moment

Ryan looked as the new guy took the police officer away, he had wanted some questions answered. Now maybe he would go and see little jacky boy, first impressions were everything and Ryan never made a good or bad one. It was this time that his phone rang, he let it got to voicemail, he was still angry at that Nicholas. Did he really act like a rapist, well maybe he was quite perverted but that bad no. After his phone stopped ringing he checked his voicemail. A message from the head of chained, well this was a fun night. First meeting him and then getting a message from him and on his private line at that. One of these days he would go and talk to I.t and see if he could get it as unlisted, no prank calls.

The message told him he was needed, and in the chained area. "MMm should I stay or should I go now, maybe two K is a small amount and a new phone everyone has my number who I want them to. Okay I think I will go, maybe we can set up a deal and I want to speak with him."Ryan starts to walk to the chained part of town. He knows when he has got past to this place, he feels as though a weight has been lifted. To him the chained are in a different place to the 'Angels'. He heads towards the building where he is told to go. He laughs to himself when he uses the 'Back Entrance'. He stops and waits for Vecktor to come and meet him.

Jumpstart myheart, burn on through the dark poison in my blood.I will come undone.

[SikFox]

Ѵѐҟȶɵɍ Ƀɍɵѵɬɵѵȿҟɨ ☭

By the third glass his ice had melted into his drink and he didn’t feel like getting more for his glass. His stomach and chest was warm and his throat burned but he liked the feeling of whiskey in him. It made him feel something other than empty. He looked over to his closed door when he heard a door open and shut. Well, it hadn’t taken the man long to find his way here. Good. Vektor liked punctuality. He pushed his chair back and used his desk to help himself up, staring down at the note pad on his desk. He ripped off the page and tucked it into his pocket before opening one of the drawers. He grabbed something and put it into his other pocket before making his way out of his office.

He left his gun case back in the room. He didn’t need it. Vektor was armed to the teeth already and the casing would only slow his already somewhat inebriated movements. He took a slow walk down the hallway till he could make out a figure in the dark. "So nice of you to show up,” he greeted, walking forward until he was only inches away from Ryan, to where he could the outline of his pupils from this distance. There was no doubt that the other could probably detect the distinct smell of whiskey on his breath. But his closeness was nothing to be regarded for he simply leaned a little to one side and reached passed the boy, flicking on the light switch that instantly lit the foyer to life. Royal red and gold painted the interior and Vektor was moving back, waving his hand for Ryan to follow him to the main room. “I take it you followed my instructions?”

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Ϣϵɑҏɵɴȿ ∂ϵɑʅϵɍ // Ȼɦɑɨɴϵɗ Ƚϵɑɗϵɍ
I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And don't really care which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
That's just the business I'm in

[Paranoid Doll]

don't tell me all the lies

that all those others believed...

I'm better than all of them...

❝Yuuen was tired. But he stayed awake, watching the sky change as he gazed up lazily. "It... must be... so nice." he murmured, snuffing his cig on the ground below his foot. It sizzled as his shoe crushed it into the dirty cement. He sighed and pulled his hood up. It wasn't chilly, he just didn't like people to see who he was when he was just passing.

He started down the emergency fire escape of the building when his phone went off. The ring tone echoed down the streets and kept it's high pitched ringing going until he fumbled it and finllay hit the silence button. My gawd, I really need to put hours on when people can call me. He thought to himself as he climbed down the ladder into the alley below. And I should change my number again... this one's getting around to easily. Yuuen pulled his hood tightly around his face, the white fur obscuring his face from any passerby. He carefully stowed his phone in his jean pocket, right beside his gun holder. He sighed and turned into the street. ❞

...because I'll believe whatever you tell me,

as long as I know that you won't leave me in the end...

...just like all those others did.