Tatakau Kurabu {Lit, Semi-lit}

[Rasati Tiguresu]

"Whoah, that throws up some caution flags right there, s**t I should know about now?"

Keeping Kizu in the corner of her eye, she observed the place a bit more before turning to face Kizu. Her boots shifting silently as she stepped after him with the crack of her knuckles. It was a habit of hers, she found the flexing of each finger before the -pop- sound, to be comforting. Weird ticks are weird ticks, you deal with em.

"What ya thinking bout?"

[Kizu Pantera]

-Chuckling a bit from her reaction, he had a feeling that would get her attention more. "Well-- not at the moment, haven't found anything of importance except for a vault room, which will come in handy." In answering, he started to inspect the parlor room. Dusty couches and an old worn down bookshelf, there's one thing that did catch his eye. With a glint of light twinkling from a certain part of the room, it was a dirty case. Very bit and pieces of dust was off enough to have some like shine through but, he stepped towards it as Rasati spoke to him. "Just wondering about some of these roo-- HOLY s**t!?" Kizu quickly smacked his hands onto the case as he lowered his head to get a closer look. He took a deep breath and quickly blew an icy stream of breath that cleared the case of its dusty contents, talk about lung capacity. When the dust begun to fly, he randomly caughed a little from it surrounding him. Kizu started to fan them away for a good bit, before going back to look at the glass casing. He spotted a revolver.-

[Vixinator 2]

Jingle.

Jingle.

"Gloomy place, this." Charlie held a perfect red apple in her left hand, a thumb grazed the surface. "All about good company though."

She saw her reflection in the apple; her cheeks were tinted pink from the cold. She wore, what looked like, a night gown with glints of gold stars. The only thing that looked like it was keeping her warm were the steel-blue leg-warmers and thick fuzzy seal slippers. Although the weather was bitter, she seemed physically unphased. Her body gave off this soft light. Everything within four feet from her seemed to have a pleasant and warm glow. She carried with her a very large glass orb, strapped to her back with gold tinsel and chain. It was corked shut and looked as though there was nothing in it. Beneath that, was a very curious weapon. It seemed to look like a shield put together by golden and diamond bars.

Her skin was fair and milky smooth. Her hair was a soft auburn, cropped into a flattering style that framed her face perfectly. She looked into the apple again with eyes of a brilliant jade. She saw much of the background. Shady street lights and wet concrete. There wasn't much there, where she was. Just an empty highway and a few old shops that didn't even look open. They shouldn't be, at this time anyway. But they were.

She took a bite out of the apple. Her teeth breaking into the surface of it being the only noise heard in her area. (besides the jingle of her slippers, where little bells hung from the heel) There was chaos in the background, but even that was muffled with silence way out here. Just Charlie, and her apple.

Which tasted magnificent.

[Jonas Angel]

It was some time ago when he came so close to getting caught by two individuals during his escape, but someone saved him, averted their attention for whatever reasons. Since then he's been working, cleaning the house he took by force, finding whatever clothes were laid in piles that would fit him so he wasn't walking around in an orange Durem Prison jumpsuit. Then he spent all of a day procuring the things he'd need to dispose of bodies, though he did keep the uniforms to the police officers that had to unfortunately meet their end. He sent them into permanent missing status honorably, at the very least.

For awhile this morning he sat in the living room staring at a wall, then he read a little bit, having stolen some books for himself for Christmas a few days before. Then he took a shower and resumed reading as he had been the whole day. But now he's outside, at this moment, just walking wearing a pair of dark jeans... Somewhat loose and baggy, even despite his formidable build. Luckily he found some tennis shoes that would fit him and a pair of black soft leather gloves to cover the metal of his limbs completely, along with the striped long-sleeve sweater. Keeping his movement he walks somewhat slow today, just pacing himself as he moves, looking down at the ground to examine his feet as they place themselves naturally one in front of the other.

He just walks.

[Vixinator 2]

Charlie walked, avoiding frosted puddles so she did not ruin her favorite slippers. She paused quickly once hearing someone approaching.

Color rushed to her cheeks in utter excitement.
There was nothing she enjoyed more than company.

"Hullo, stranger!" She called out to him without caution, tossing the apple to her side. The wasted fruit rolled toward the curb beside a gutter where glinting eyes peered with great interest and hunger.

She quickened her pace with a gentle rhythm. She almost danced toward him. With the light around her, freshly groomed hair, and clean attire, she looked very out-of-place here. She had no shame in it, though. She grinned toward the stranger, eyes big and glistening. Pure bliss.

She passed through light and dark, the street lights illuminated her path in patches. Some of the light was bright, others not so much. Some street lights were damaged completely, but she did fine in the dark. Everywhere she went she created light.

[Jonas Angel]

At first it seems as though he doesn't notice her, he just keeps walking past her, with his eyes cast down upon the snow and water layered concrete. It's as though he's in a completely different world mentally. It takes him about fifteen feet to stop and realize someone had just spoken to him, someone completely different from him, as though yin and yang are standing on the same sidewalk so close now. "Oh... hello..." Once upon a time he was quite the conversationalist, but to maintain the life you wish to live sometimes you need to sacrifice things you never thought you'd lose. Maybe his ability to speak with people well is just one of those things he's lost. In contrast, they seem almost polar opposite standing there. His clothes aren't exactly pretty, he took them from the crack house he took forcefully, and though he chose the best clothes he could find that would fit him... they're still not Armani or anything. He looks like he comes from the lowest wealth rank possible, or rather the one that's just one notch above homeless. Though now he stands facing her with his head raised from its angle facing the ground it only serves to make him look more like an animal than a hobo.

[Vixinator 2]

Jingle.

She slowed to a stop directly in front of him. Her smile never ceased. Her blood still pumped fast through her veins. He was the first being she'd seen in weeks. She took no notice of his attire and bent so her nose nearly touched his, looking into his eyes with a grin. She batted those thick lashes of hers and her eyes seemed to sparkle. He would feel warmth on his face, his body would light up in tune with hers.

Her hair tickled her smooth cheeks and plump pink lips. The diamonds that decorated the weapon strapped to her back would glitter. She was delightful looking up close. Her physique was perfect. Her skin untouched and all-in-all untainted. Up close, he would probably notice very few freckles on the high of her cheeks.

"Aren't you cute!"

She cooed and puckered her glossy lips, moving a fraction closer so their noses touched.

[Kizu Pantera]

arrow { Inside Kizus house}
-Letting the tips of his exposed digits gently glide along the glass, the design and craftsmanship made him gaze in admiration. "It should soon be about time that, you let me show you the way of the gun." Vexx uttered in thought, as those glossy sapphire and crimson orbs slowly examine the firearm. Moments later of investigating the room, he would pace out and casually stroll about. Yes this house is huge, and it doesn't hurt to help to make another round to see if something was overlooked. Despite it's size, there's one thing Kizu always find majority of the time in households such as this. The Kitchen.-

[Jonas Angel]

It'd be a lie if he said the thought of jacking her for that jeweled weapon didn't go through his head and it'd be even more of a lie if he said he didn't seriously consider it. Maybe it's something about her or maybe he's just feeling nice today, for whatever reason, he decides not to pull the Glock from the back of his waistband and waste her right there on the sidewalk for a quick buck. "I'm far from cute, in fact right now I think I look like s**t. But thanks anyways..." Some time ago he did get compliments on how he looked, see he doesn't have that feminine beauty most other men on this planet do, he's a bit rougher around the edges. He'd be more handsome than pretty, mostly just because he's about as "man" as it gets. Not to say he's stereotypical in any way, but that would be the thought you'd get by looking at him, "He's a man, definitely." Which he's noticed is somewhat difficult to discern sometimes on Gaia, you never know when some "beautiful man" will turn a corner and look like a cute girl instead. This planet truly is a strange place to him, even more so now that he has a girl warming his face and lighting it by mere proximity alone... It makes him frown ever so slightly.

[Vixinator 2]

"We have our bad days and we have our good ones." She smiled again, standing up straight. He would feel a rush of cool air against his face now that she wasn't as close as before.

"What're you doin' out alone on Christmas?"

She shifted the position of her feet, the bells lightly jingling once again. She batted those lashes of hers and reached toward her acquaintances shoulder to pat off some frost that had collected itself there. She didn't know if he didn't like being touched or what. She was ignorant in this way. She thought as long as she wasn't harming someone, that someone wouldn't mind being touched. Where she was from, people seemed to be in tune with each other. Communities worked as one in a perfect balance to sustain life, whether it be lower organisms or otherwise. She figured she should learn by now that in this world sometimes a harmless touch can be the death of them. People here seemed to be destructive. People here seemed to trust no one but themselves.

Strange world they were in, indeed.

[Jonas Angel]

Quite a strange world indeed, this girl especially seems strange to him. When she brushes off the frost on his shoulder it's the first time he noticed it, in fact if you take a close look at him you'll notice several places where his clothes are just frozen. It wasn't mentioned before but he's been walking around for about five hours. Eventually his clothes got soaked and then eventually that soaking turned to ice and now he cracks every once in awhile when he moves. Why this hasn't killed him yet is something anyone could wonder, no doubt his endurance is master class when it comes to creatures and beings and people. Although he does, at the moment with his arms and legs covered, with his spine and eyes hidden... seem to be a normal man. "I don't celebrate holidays because I don't believe in them... I've never had a reason to." In his experience holidays are just a way for people to forget for a collection of hours that they live in the world they do. Once upon a time they were happy days for people like him, but once you see the ugly truth of it, that holidays and special days aren't anything special because bad things can still happen... You just stop giving a damn. Perhaps this is one of many reasons he's the man people see today, someone who is willing to take life on a whim to protect his honor and freedom, someone who doesn't care beyond what's in front of him anymore. Sighing, he casts a glance a ways down the sidewalk towards what he was after to begin with... Too much longer and his window of opportunity to get it could be gone but seeing as he's just out of prison he can't just go making a scene.

[Vixinator 2]

She grinned. "I celebrate them for no reason what-so-ever. I like celebrating things. Everyday should be a celebration."

She realized by touching him that the majority of his clothes were frozen solid. She didn't know how he must have felt. She had never felt cold before. Not that much cold, anyway.

"Say. You should celebrate it with me now. I could use some company for my first Christmas," she followed his glance, looking over her shoulder then back at him. She kept her hand rested upon his shoulder. The warmth from it melting the frost that was beginning to collect at the base of his neck. "unless you have somewhere to be."

[Jonas Angel]

The tone of his voice is quiet when he responds, as though his mind is drifting off somewhere else again. "Oh no... Not really... I suppose I could keep you company. Not that I have much of that anymore so I might as well." Only a few seconds later a man exits a building and gets into a car parked outside of it. He watches this man like an animal watching something it's been hunting for awhile. At this point he feels he should explain, he's been hunting down certain people these last few doors, this man was to be the next on his list. But that will be taken care of soon enough. "Though we should probably leave here in the next thirty seconds..." Without another word he starts to walk away, stepping down a nearby alleyway and continuing to move. If she follows him, which he has a feeling she will, he'll just keep walking swiftly. In thirty seconds exactly after he speaks that they should leave, a loud explosion will be heard in the nearby distance: he always gets his prey, it's only a matter of laying down a plan after another after another. If one fails, have another to fall on, if that fails have yet another to fall on.

[Vixinator 2]

He turns to leave and as he predicted, Charlie follows. She follows close behind him lightly, her slippers jingling as she does so.

"Always on the move aren't you?"

BOOM! And there's the explosion.

This catches Charlie off guard, and she turns around swiftly, pulling out a small weapon from thin air. It is a linked blade. Or, a blade with jagged edges, layered on top of each other and coming to a lethal point. The handle was solid gold lined with ruby stones. A stunning looking weapon, indeed. Light as a feather and it's tip was painted in poison and encased in energy. She had this held before her defensively while walking backwards, still keeping up with this man whom she had just met.

"What on Earth?" She spoke calmly and cheerfully as before, as if her body was the only to react. "You are troublesome."

She turned around to face forward again, weapon gone. She had a good feeling about this holiday. This adrenaline was a pleasant feeling to her. She added some rhythm to her pace.

To be continued.