▇ ❛ ⇣ just try ● ↺;* AND STOP ME.

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don't stop til ya get enough
and i never do. i just never do.
DANSE DE RAVEN & NOIR - STARS.

[NOiR - stars]

　　　 ☠「 mature content﹗☚ : shocking commentary ❜⊹ ➥ ₂little brother　☾ death by × konami.™ ← killspree!
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noir「　let❜s.:BLOW!*　.an.ARTERY.º¹　
noir DROP LIKE A BULLET SHELL. I'D RATHER GO TO HELL THAN BE IN A PURGATORY!

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noirstarsnoirsta ×HIT THE GAS! 　☢　 ×KILL THEM ALL!

noirs. ❶*﹗ killing time. noir ❷*﹗nefarious; means all sneaky n' s**t.
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noirs. ❸*﹗ out and about. noir ❹*﹗ ******** yeah.

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DRUGS. ☣ GIMME DRUGS, GIMME DRUGS. I DON'T NEED IT.
noirstarsnoir BUT I'LL SELL WHAT YOU GOT, TAKE THE CASH, & I'LL KEEP IT.
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( /standing in front of a large building with a pair of bolt cutters, whistling "innocently" ) ********' hell. ( /yawns finally ) Slept through
half the goddamn night already. Man, I ain't gonna be able to sleep all day. ( /scratches head & unzips pants ) Well, better take a
leak before I figure out who's getting ******** up tonight ... ( /offhanded giggle ; going to piss on the wall like a champ ; glances to
a passerby & cracks a grin ) Hey, the ******** you lookin' at, f*****t? You eyein' my d**k? Can't a guy take a piss in peace? People
these days got no ********' manners. -- HEY, YEAH! COME ON OVER, TOUGH GUY! LET'S PLAY! -- ( /jerks towards him as though
to make a move towards him ; laughs when the other shies & picks up the pace ) Heheha! ********' p***y. Aw man ... ( /finishes
up ; shakes & zips ) ... ... Alright. Now what the ******** do I feel like doin' tonight ... ?

　

[danse de raven]

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"s**t. It's like some kind of .. different world."

To say the least. He couldn't fathom how large and technologically advanced this country was.

Meanwhile, only blocks away from the vampire's location, stood a gaping Jashinist. The architecture was astonishing and foreign, as if he had stumbled upon some unknown and sacred land. Was this the place Jan had explained? People gave him strange looks, dressed in their different and cumbersome attire. They were obviously not shinobi, but holy s**t, everyone was different here. Vehicles were bustling about the paved streets, which was something he couldn't quite absorb once he finished his long trek to this location. In fact, he had been eying the machines for a while now. And as his attention turned from the buildings to the vehicles again, morbid curiosity lead him to stepping over the threshold that separated him from the streets. Would he die? Probably not, but the thought was fleeting, and he was a brash guy who acted on spur of the moment things. Without another thought.

Three minutes later, a shrieking woman swerved seconds after hitting the crazy b*****d who decided to step right off of the curb and into busy traffic. Several cars impacted to avoid the man, but it was too late and the damage had been done. Burning rubber, tires screeched in an effort to make the brakes work faster and came to an abrupt halt. Plumes of dust drifted from his body and the engine as he lay motionless about 6 meters away from the crash. He was covered in dirt and blood, clothes torn and soiled from what must have been several 360-degree rolls across the street. Abrupt panic and people dissolving into hysteria, calling 9-1-1. Gradually bleeding out, head busted and bones shattered, the impact alone enough to kill a normal person. But he let out an agonized groan and slowly peeled his arm off of the road several minutes later, weakly pushing his palm against the street to ease himself up. When his shattered bones made him wince and buckle, he fell in a bloody heap and tried again, with several people gaping in disbelief.

"[******** ... that hurt."

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Several blocks away, zoned out, with his d**k in his hand -- or, very recently in his hand -- the sound of the horrible collision didn't at first register with the vampire. In the midst of the London bustle, it could have been something as mundane as a moving truck dropping its ramp, besides which, Jan was focused elsewhere. He needed something, anything to do. It was the sirens that caught his attention. [********] With a grin, he perked up, eyes scanning the surroundings like an excited child's. Was it a chase? A robbery? He hoped it was a chase. Maybe some sort of hostage situation? Nothing like ******** with the cops while they were trying to take care of business. Jan took off at a sprint, effortless speed and mingling expectation propelling him like a darting shadow through the London streets -- and then the scent hit him. Blood. Good blood too -- virgin, very sweet, and a lot of it. Switching targets, he headed for the scent rather than the sirens. Virgin blood beat stuck up assholes in bullet proof jackets any day. Besides, if it was the cops he was hearing, they'd show up where blood was spilled anyway.

Skidding to a stop on one heel, hopping a couple of times, Jan found himself pushing through steadily accumulating people on the street. The smell of burning rubber and blood. A car accident. Not exactly as exciting as a hostage situation, or as hilarious as some ******** jumping off a building, but alright, he could work with that. A hysterical smile contrasted the looks of horror around him. "Who got plowed? Who got plowed!? Move it -- I wanna see." Like a kid at a circus shouldering his way to the front of the stage, Jan pushed and shoved his way through the crowd, and gradually came to lay eyes on a crushed, brutalized body lying in a heap on the asphalt. Jan held his stomach and laughed. "Oho -- holy s**t! That's messed up!" Whoever that was, wasn't getting up any time soon.

Then came a cry from one of the onlookers -- "He's alive!" The crowd gasped, pulled back, then forward. Jan gaped.

It was Hidan; bloodied, mangled, but alive. For a moment, Jan could only stare. "... ******** COCKS -- HOLY s**t -- !" A wide grin split his face, ecstatic. The son of a b***h was alive -- and here. Jan made a sprint for him, leaping the hood of a wrecked car to slide to a stop on his knee by the other's side, shoving off those beginning to stray closer to the downed man. "HOLY s**t, MAN, YOU -- ******** go away -- YOU -- he doesn't need help, lady! ******** off! --" Completing a sentence amidst the would-be helpful attempts of good Samaritans on Hidan's behalf was harder than he'd have thought, and apparently his assurances that 'he's fine,' coming from an obviously untrustworthy youth with a bolt-cutter in his hand, wasn't exactly doing the trick. So he tried the next most plausible option. "I GOT THIS. I'M A DOCTOR. EVERYONE STEP BACK BEFORE YOU KILL THIS ********] Also ineffective. He grinned down at the other, virtually squirming with mixed excitement and amusement, eyes cashew-shaped with joy. In a hoarse, loud, and high-pitched whisper, he exclaimed giddily, "Holy s**t, bro! You got taken out man! The ********!? I mean, the ********] The sound of sirens again. So that's what they were after. Good old EMT. "Aw s**t -- ********' -- ambulances. You good to stand?" A short pause. A flat look. "... Probably not, huh? C'mon, man! Walk it off. It's cool. You ain't dead."

　

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He could have easily avoided the collision, could have jumped over the traffic and continued sprinting the equivalence of a gunshot like any shinobi. But he didn't, all because he wanted to experience something different. And damn, it really didn't pay off. Stabbing himself in the chest was better than this -- better than having his splintered ribcage pierce his heart. And by the feel of it, his lungs were suffering, too. Hoarse, wet breathing emanated from him as he listened to the crowd of people approach.They all wanted to help, reassured him an ambulance was coming -- whatever that was. Probably their term for a medical shionbi. Finally lifting his head off of the ground, tattered silver matted to his face with blood, he peered up at the crowd. "Back ... the ******** up," he growled, his glare intensifying. With a grimace, he turned and spat crudely, a mixture of blood and saliva hitting the pavement. "Didn't ******** work," he croaked. At the same instant, an obscenely loud, familiar voice practically megaphoned over the crowd of concerned people. And just as he was groping around for his scythe, thinking he would make them all run off like a bunch of decapitated chickens, he stilled when realization dawned on him.

"Jan ******** Valentine," he sneered, his gruff tone barely audible over the other man's excited chattering. Blood ran down his forehead in a long slice of a wound, along with several on his torso. Working his crushed arm out from under him, palms slid against the filthy pavement to help him sit up and better see the batshit vampire. Despite the situation, he was glad to have made it here for a whole new experience. Ignoring the pain, his expression contorted with a mixture of disbelief and amusement. "Heh .. heh. F..figured, what better way to experience my first time here by getting hit with that ... that--" An abrupt stream of profanity dissolved into a groan as he sat up and situated himself on his backside. "Taken out? Wasn't ********' taken out, I wanted to see what would happen. And I can walk, ******** off." A rough shove to the other man's shoulder as he somehow brought himself to his knees and forced himself to his feet. Just then, the sound of some highly annoying, unfamiliar moaning in the distance made him frown in agitated confusion. "Yeah, don't need that, Whatever the hell it is." Staggering to the curb, holding his arm loosely across his waist, he was eager to just walk it off until it healed, when something tugged at his clothing.

Stopping abruptly, he shot a scathing look at the crowd, an irate yell at the tip of his tongue, when he realized what it was. The scythe had dislodged from his back and the rope was trailing across the street, blades embedded under the vehicle. "Goddamnit." Jerking the weapon several times, the blades finally tore through the pipes, shredded metal and evidently pierced some kind of container, because ebony goop was leaking everywhere. With a grimace, he tugged the weapon back and worked to wrap it around his torso.

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"-- Car?" filled in the ever-helpful Jan with a grin. "Was it everything you'd dreamed of and more?" The answer, it would seem, was no, but Jan, personally, decided it was worth it. After all, it was as ballsy an entrance as he'd ever seen. Jan flashed him a thumbs up, fighting the urge to drop down on all fours like a hungry dog and lap blood off the tarmac. It was a tough call, deciding which was taking precedence: the shocked excitement of meeting Hidan in the flesh, or the inviting incense of Hidan's blood. Planting a hand over the face of a forward-leaning man as though palming a basketball, he pushed the intruder back without breaking eye-contact. [******** can't believe you made it! Thought you'd be sittin' on your sad a** on the other side of the ocean offerin' awkward, virgin head for plane tickets." Smiling boyishly, he gripped the other's hand, firmly. Perhaps he was about to lift the injured man to his feet, or greet a friend with a proper handshake for the first time. Instead, he gave it a horizontal shake, cackling gleefully at the disjointed, swinging motion it caused throughout the rest of his crumpled arm. "HAHA -- ooh man, it's ********' twisted! It's like flapping! ********' sick!" A horrified outburst from a concerned spectator stole his attention. "What're you doing, b***h? I said I'm a ********' doctor. I'm checking his goddamn vitals, s**t! Lemme do my job."

Shoved back, Jan caught himself on one hand and a mouthful of chuckles, and skipped blithely to his feet, following alongside the blood-soaked figure. A broad swing of the bolt-cutter and the crowd stepped back. Assuming his best megaphone-impression and mock-authoritative furrow of the brow, he announced, "Give him some air, people. Let the man breathe. Step off and ******** off, ladies and gentlemen, this is-- holy s**t." Dropping the act at the sight of the scythe, Jan lit up. "You brought your -- ? Dude!" Of course he would. When Jan had been lying on his back texting the other about making the big journey, he hadn't expected any less. But the thought that Hidan had been casually strolling around the streets of London unconcealed was something else. Either this guy had balls of steel or was dumb as a stump. Either way, Jan was thrilled, and if he could get Hidan's bleeding a** out of here without the help of a gurney, this meant the rest of the visit was going to be fantastic. He swung his legs over the scythe as it dragged along the ground, jumping over it, and spun on one heel to face the incoming crowd: the paramedics.

Screaming sirens were muted as the EMTs arrived, bathing the dark night in red light. Jan grinned, cupping his hands around his mouth. "ATTENTION ALL SCRUBBIES. WE DO NOT NEED YOUR s**t. YOU CAN ALL GO HOME AND ******** YOUR WIVES." A short pause. "IF YOU CAN BEAT ME TO 'EM." There was a slight uneasiness beginning to spread through the onlookers, and Jan could see the paramedics' alarmed frowns as they rushed forward with their equipment. Jan glanced over his shoulder. "So you can walk. How're you feelin' about running?" Paramedics were followed by cops, which, if ******** with, were followed by more cops, and more cops, and finally, huge cluster ******** and the sort of publicity his brother, and more importantly, his employer so stringently warned him against. Not out in the open like this, with a street full of people staring him in the face and a gory psychopath at his side. But he wasn't too concerned about it. He cracked a jesting smile. "Y'know, you look a lot more asymmetrical and ******** up in person. Maybe it's the whole bleeding out your a** thing."

The first of the medics neared him, gurney rattling along between them. He couldn't blame them for trying -- Hidan did look somewhat like he was in shock, though Jan was convinced it was the surroundings he found disorienting, not the splintered bones and pulpy organs. "I got this, man. -- HEY. FAGGOTS. I said back the ******** up!" Walking to meet them, Jan raised a leg, shoved his foot against the stretcher, and kicked it back like an unwanted ex. Resting the bolt cutters on his shoulder, he felt his smile grow a little darker, a little less playful. A barely suppressed giggle passed his lips. "You all got three seconds to drive your white-coated asses back home before I send you beyond the reaches of modern medicine." He cracked his neck. "One ... two ..."

( ooc PROBABLY THE MURDER OF INNOCENTS IN THE NEXT POST HAHA. but i'm exhausted and goin' to sleep.
also, i know, i'm time-straddling a little bit ... but i just had to shake his crushed arm. )