Haven: A Lit Yaoi War rp ; Open and Accepting!

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Tsume & Kasumi Sou

"Our father had a thing for sisters..."

Kasumi glanced at the other while they hung their clothes to dry. Finch's demeanor waved finely between the lines of guilt and excitement. Well, at least one of them were getting excitement from the whole thing. He on the other hand just wanted a bath. The other's response to his question was typical; he looked down, unable to look at him as he said yes. But then, something a bit more surprising occurred: Finch's cheeks began to flush. The reason why was a mystery to the boy. "Bath in the church, got it." He grinned at the rest of Finch's comment. "Ah, but I wasn't thinking clearly..." he sighed. Upon remembering it, the smaller male bit his lip and gazed at the other through half lidded eyes. "It felt too good to say 'no'." But he wouldn't pursue this one; he was his brother's man of course. The same thing couldn't be said if Finch pursued him though; after all, he believed in human love... that, and good sex, better yet, great sex. Ah, this was troublesome, he frowned as he watched the peacemaker walk away. Had he been doing things like this at home, his mother would have cried, and he probably would have had a confrontation or intervention of some kind. Though he'd never touched a drug, he was addicted.

"Ah hell, I'll give them some privacy," he sighed. And a bath was such a good way to do it. Going down the hill, he headed in the direction of the church, only to slow down. Now wait, where was the bath again? It'd been a while since he'd visited... Oh yeah! It was kind of in a basement area; easy to find after one visit. On arrival, he peeked into the room, only to find it empty. "Lucky~" he said aloud. Though it was to no one in particular, the action seemed right. Without any further distractions, he quickly stripped and slid into the large bath. Ah- it was cold... Shivering, Kasumi hopped around a little to get used to the temperature before sinking in. Almost immediately, he began to clean his lower regions first. Prostitute, yes. But that didn't mean he liked walking around with it in his pants. On their walk over, he didn't mind it at first, but by the time they were done handling the clothes, it was as uncomfortable as walking with mud in your socks: It just felt funky. Kasumi let out an audible sigh and leaned into the side of bath. In the dim room, his now grey eyes were thoughtful, and what hair wasn't plastered to his back drifted lazily in the water. Felt better to be clean but, he shifted uncomfortably. How long was he supposed to stay down here? He didn't really want to intrude... Or did he...? No! He shook his head and sighed. On days like this, it seemed he could get even more perverted by the hour. And with that in mind...

Kasumi thought about his situation here. Well, obviously he could stay for a while in Finch's place befor ahe overstayed his welcome, but then what? Go back to the street like some abandoned dog? No... There was something. No, someone he was interested in here. Yes, he would leave eventually, but not until he played with that person a little more. Really, it would have been great if they'd gone another round, because to be honest, he wasn't close to being satisfied yet -another reason for his prostitution-. But since Finch was taken for a while, he'd have to find something else to occupy his time.

The bunker was dim; Tsume had kept it that way for a while by only lighting a few candles nearby. But he'd forgotten to blow them out when he dozed off earlier, but now that he was awake, or at least partly, he left them lit. With his back to the entrance of the bunker, the older brother sat at the table with a bottle of wine. And by now, it was already a third of the way gone, which was to be expected, since Hana-chan's lighter wines didn't keep their amazing taste for long. With that in mind, he had no intention of getting drunk, but he did like the tiny buzz he got from the portion he'd already had. Placing the cork back in the bottle, he set it aside, unaware of the other's presence behind him. Once the other made himself known, he leaned back against the other and tilted his head to the side while the other kissed his neck. "In the mood are we?" he inquired, shuddering lightly in the other's arms. It'd been a while... or at least he thought it'd been. The night before was questionable, since he couldn't recall a thing about it. "I'd be a damn fool not to,"he murmured as the other kissed his neck. Laying still after Finch pushed him on the bed, Tsume looked at Finch's face as he climbed on top of him. The man was all smiles, but his eyes were on the verge of a meltdown. "Finch..." The younger male trailed off as the other hid him tight. The other was upset... what had happened while they were gone? The question was at the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't see the other's face; therefore it was awkward to try and ask.

Blinking at the other's question, he shifted so that his eyes were at Finch's neck. He had a feeling the other didn't want to see his face yet.., So he'd be patient. With a gentle smile, he traced a pattern on the other's chest. "I believe it," he replied quietly. After a few moments rolled so now he was on top of Finch. It was Tsume's turn to kiss the other on the neck. "And I love you as well. I hope you believe it," he murmured, leaving a trail of kisses before he reached the other's mouth. They were small kisses at first, but eventually, they deepened. Tsume had indeed responded to the other's advances, yet now Finch seemed to be backing off. Frowning slightly, he looked down at the peacemaker's face and paused. It'd been the second time he'd said 'I love you', which made him happy, but in a way... "...Something happened, didn't it?... With Kasumi" he said, his voice barely a whisper. He dreaded the possibility, but by the other's behavior... It wasn't the first time he'd seen behavior like it. The first time from Finch, but not the first time ever. Tsume froze when the other touched his hair, and his hands became fists before loosening up again. Gritting his teeth, he got off the other and sat on the edge of the bed, with his back to his partner. There was entirely too much to say, but frankly, he was speechless. After a moment of silence Tsume rubbed his temples. Looking back behind him, he sighed. "It's my fault for not conveying my feelings, but--" he really didn't want to ask what he'd done with Kasumi, but instead he settled with: "It... You won't do it again, will you?" he asked softly. He could forgive Finch if it had been a one-time occurrence, but Tsume would be completely lost if they did it again. Being cheated on... It was an entirely new concept to him. And to think he was losing to his own new half brother... The younger male slid in bed next to Finch and wrapped his arms around the other, clung on to him as if his life depended on it. "We should be more... involved," he murmured pressing his lips to the others. Oddly enough, his mood was still intact. "Think we still have time before my brother comes back?" he inquired. Tsume's only hope now would be to have Finch accept him. If not... Ah, he didn't know.

{ Holy crap I'm tired =_________= }

"A half brother is still a brother to me."

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[K]eirus [E]lfrim [A]ldamorphout

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Does anyone know I'm broken inside?
Nobody does and nobody tries.
Who cares about how I feel?
Nobody does, nor ever will.

Keirus shrugged his shoulders lightly, his body's tense muscles unstiffening slightly from the slight raise in temperature, though it wasn't very significant a difference. The former Lt.Colonel had to push away the thoughts that crowded his mind, all clamoring to try and make themselves heard, his shoved them away into a dark corner to clear his mind, to clear his head from the array of whispers that plagued him. The only one that still managed to force its way through was that he liked, felt a pull towards Jay, whether by choice or by instinct he knew not, only that he enjoyed the other's presence a bit more than just as a friend. His ears picked up the tapping from the pipe wall, and the soft breaths the other exhaled. Noting the sudden right that they had taken, his nose wrinkled at the scent of copper and iron, which dimly reminded him of a blood smell, metallic and rotting. "I'll make sure to catch you if you fall then." He chuckled in response, knowing that humidity wasn't the only factor soaking into the earth. The pipes were enormous, and without Jay as his guide, it would have been easy for Keirus to get lost the first time, though probably not the second.... Wait. Second? He wasn't going to stay for a while, right? Jay wanted him gone, c'est no?

His head half jerked up, startled and alerted by the sound of conversation, "Head doctor? So you do have medical experience, good thing that doc hasn't found you yet. You'd be strapped in a labcoat before you could blink." Keirus chuckled, his eyes dimy aglow with amusement, and.... Content? His lightly calloused palm brushed gently against the smoother one of Jay, and his eyesbrows went up, lips pulling into a soft smile as the other just quietly held his hand, leading him through the tunnel. Actually, why a tunnel? The pharmacist hadn't thoguh of it before, merely following the other, assuming that there was something nasty waiting on land, and that the dealer hadn't wanted to pick a way through rubble and carnage. Keirus winced at the sudden rush of hot, damp air, and his ears picked up the sound of Jay panting. With a sudden flash, the soldier pictured a scene were Jay was panting, though not from the heat in a tunnel. His thought was quickly buried, and he was half thankful for the darkness, since his cheeks flushed for an instant.

As a light grew up ahead, Keirus grinned, stepping out quickly behind Jay, and following suit by removing his coat, putting it on the floor near the other's, and surprisingly, didn't first retrieve his knife. As he stood, he was nearly face to.... Pipe, with a rather stout one, leaving the top of the boiler. "Now someone here has a hand with machinery." He grinned, eyes quickly scanning the furnace in front of him with a slight glow of admiration in his eyes. Each part that Jay mentioned, green eyes flicked to where it should be by description, and a surprised smirk was on his lips, "Well now, seems you have everything thought out. Very clever." He reached a hand over and gently ruffled the other's hair, fingers tangling for just an instant in the long red strands. "Oh? Now dinner is a prospect for once I'm looking forward to." He chuckled, shaking his head lightly as he looked up at a smiling Jay, a beautiful eyes gleaming in the moonlight. With a few quick steps, he climbed up the stairs behing Jay, a grin on his face, paired with bright green eyes. "You should have popped up in the army, would have been glad to stick around." He chuckled, shaking his head before glancing at the dealer.

Screw you, you don't care::. At ease, content, teasing
I'm stuck with::. Jay
I'm always in hell, but closer to::... Jay's home, upstairs.

Inside a pit dark a deep
A raging monster there does sleep
Until the day it is freed
And consumes to fill its endless greed

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"Is that right? How the hell did you not die of boredom? Is people watching that fun? But you're right on that. I'd rather not do anything that could dirty me. Perfect people don't do things that are dirty. I am better than that."

Exhaling deeply, Terra dusted his coat as he sighed heavily. Starting to get even more bored than usual, which was a very bad thing. Scratching his neck, he watched Artemis sit down and explain his story. Church was never his thing anyway, so a way, it was sort of interesting. Taking a step forward towards a pew, he dusted off the bench before sitting down to listen calmly.

Raising his eye brows slightly, Terra chuckled slightly as he began to play with his somewhat long hair. Someone more picker than him, it just was hard to believe, especially the last time he saw Toumas was when he was half covered in blood. Feeling slightly more entertained and amused, he brushed his hair to the side of his face before speaking.

"Are you serious? Well, he does run a hospital, so isn't that a given? But the water... I have no idea what that's for. I know nothing about science or health. If its music, I might be able to do something."

Wait. Why did he just talk about music? Terra hadn't composed anything in so long, and most likely he lost his voice as he settled into the haven. No matter, he couldn't really take back anything he said. But before the Haven, he loved to compose music as a hobby. Besides, he was just a common dropout from high school that could care less. The only he was good at was getting in the latest fashion, stealing, running, singing, writing and vandalism.

Wasn't he such a talented person to be able to everything?

Snapping out of his inner thought, Terra turned his eyes to the two adorable looking priests and smiled widely at them. Honestly, those two were really cute and he would seriously plan on kidnapping them.. if they weren't from the church. No matter, it was almost funny that those two boys knew him but Artemis didn't. It was funny and ironic all at the same time.

"Simone. Diachi. Good day to you. Water's for... the hospital... probably to drown all the disgusting patience... which was a lie. Don't ask me. What are you two doing anyway? .... I don't want to go back to the hospital... but still..."

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Ŧhe end is near...
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Company - ..... Artemis, Simone, Diachi...

Location - ..... Church

Feeling – ....... happy, amused, lazy~

OOC – ........ I hate this post because I wrote a better one and lost it....

[Spontanious Alias]

♥ Jay ♥ Casey ♥ Nightengale ♥
The Chain Smoker

I am the voice in the fields when the summer's gone
The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow
Ne'er do I sleep throughout all the cold winter long
I am the force that in springtime will grow

This was actually the first time he had brought anyone to his home before. It felt so foreign to him. In Haven and out, he hadn't been the type to trust anyone enough to allow them into his residence, but this was something he was kind of happy that he had done. Right when he figured he had hit the rock bottom, he was finding that there was still a ways down to go and that in its own right was comforting. He found himself bashful and even a slight bit timid to the enthusiasm that his companion was giving off. Keirus was so tall and steadfast, and his actions spoke of a tough character fiber that held him together. He felt Keirus' hand in his hair suddenly ans his face pinked. It was such a- a strange gesture and Jay found a shiver crawling down his spine, forcing him to shudder visibly. It felt so good but as soon as it began, it ended and he was left with an itching, a need to have that touch there again... to feel praise from this man. He drew in a breath and locked the desire away, the heat causing his brightness to fade to something he was unfamiliar with. He felt this need to be awkward as he had only ever been as a child.

"W-well I have had so much time, and I hate relying solely on others for resources... If I did that, it would be easy for others to take from me and I can't exactly have that. If it's resources, or work, or even just facing a difficulty, I should be more than capable to handle it alone. If I am not then I am not fit to survive. Though its nice knowing that I can ask people for favors should I need them... and today it was nice being with you. Its has been awhile since I actually talked to anyone like I have done with you today... It makes me wonder if I am doomed." Jay laughed, maybe he was doomed. To stand so strong for so long and then to crumble when he came face to face with a man like this one. At least it was this one that was rapidly tearing away his restraints. At least it was someone like this, and not... not anyone else right? He ran a hand through his hair, but it didn't feel the same intimate way when he did it. Usually it was a sickening thing to have someone touch his hair but like this... Why didn't he mind it more? Perhaps he needed to rethink this hospital deal after all.

"I don't think the army would be too happy with me. I wouldn't exactly do things to their benefit. They took everything from me... what reason would I have to not work toward their destruction. No offense, but the army of this country, is not one I would be proud of. Doing things like this to people... reminds me of a German guy and his sick sense of humor. The America I knew, was dead before I was born... thats how I see it. Although with you in it, it wouldn't be so bad... You aren't half bad looking, wouldn't mind fighting next to you." Jay let out a breath he wasn't aware he had been holding and threw open the old metal door into the clock's room. It was cleaner here than the dusty stairs or the large train platform. The building was so big, and Jay couldn't ever keep it all clean. Why would he anyways? It wasn't like the dirt was bad, it was everywhere else too... The only room that was clean was this one. The clock face, like all other glass in the city was dirty, but it was a brownish tint that didn't come from the inside of its face.

The room itself was cluttered with the gears and mechanics of the clock itself, filled with off colored metals and useless metal work from the once ornate clock structure. Furthermore, it was a lived in place and to the right were candles that went along the rails of Iron that wove into the higher reaches of the tower. Scattered around the support beams were different boxes, neatly stacked, and to the far left of the room was where the piping for the boiler led to a cylindrical case with a faucet like pipe coming from it. It rested on a heighened platoform of steel... a cumbersome thing to get into the room and something Jay obviously had quite a bit of trouble getting up the flights of stairs to this operation room. It rested upon blocks of concrete collected from just outside. Upon the plate was also a bin, probably used for storage but that made a useful bathing tub. Simple, and complex.

To the forward was the clocks face and at its base, where gears and parts used to be was a pile of faded blankets and other soft materials. It was huddled back into the deep set of the clocks face and it was obvious that the area was one that was most frequently used, it was his bed. It was big but he wondered it he had enough blankets to comfortably supply the two of them with sleeping areas. He didn't want to take it apart but... Temporarily would be okay he supposed. The rest of the room was filled with nicknacks and tools, there was an area where a beam was being used as a counter, and to its side was another similar space holding a box of metals. As the space led to the sleeping quarters, weapons could be seen and things like matches and cigarettes neatly placed beside one another. All in all it was spacious yet cluttered with assorted items resting upon the skeleton of the tower.

Jay went ahead into the silver lit room and began to light the candles to shed some light and warmth into the room itself. Without his heavy jacket he looked slimmer and more compact, in the light he could seem almost... frail, but that wasn't true... no one person in Haven could afford to be sickly of their own accord and Jay was no exception. He was toned and fit to his bones, as if he was used to being hungry. He set the bag of spoils upon the counter near the metals and unloaded the metals to their proper place before pulling out two bottles of whiskey. Fine payment for fine work, and rare... it was nice to know that sometimes his work could give him something nice. He doubted he would get another lucky day like this for years... should he survive. He also pulled out a container and a loaf of bread. The container was some soup that was canned in a square fashion. It had been awhile since he had whole food but what could one ask for unless they wanted to eat the grisly dogs or cats that most times were diseased.

"Beef stew... Hows about it Muscles? Care to get this stuff cooking? The boiler should make a good stove?"The stew was probably old and by the looks of it military issue which would require water but that wasn't something he minded... food was food. He looked to where an old can opener rested with the assorted tools and snagged it to open the can. He then walked through the dim room to the distiller and turned a knob to release the water into the container. He then shut off the water. To think such a simple thing as water could determine the life and death of people. He shook his head from such thoughts and turned to Keirus with a calm expression.

"Fill up your canteen and make yourself at home, I will get this going and be back shortly." Jay's voice carried through the room nicely and reverberated into the high and dark reaches of the tower. He took his leave and went to make their evening meal. Once he left Keirus, he felt his cheeks heat. What and idiot he was! Speaking so freely of his detest for the army and the government! Keirus had worked for it! He berated himself mentally and took to making himself busy by placing the metal container over the grate that separated the boiler from the fire. Watching it cook reminded him that for the first time he was sharing something with another person. Somehow, like this he felt at ease... like he should. In the morning Keirus would be gone though and that sobered him up. His body ached from the position he had taken. From their conversations, Keirus was playful but Jay wasn't sure if any of it meant much. It wasn't like he had dealt with something of this caliber before. The easy thing would be to just do what he wanted... make the first move but, he wasn't that confident. Katz had a point when he said the things he did. Jay doubted he could allow anyone that close to him... even if he desperately wanted it to be so. Even he wasn't sure of what he would do.

He felt sweat soak into his back from the heat of the boiler and rid himself of the clothing with little thought of it. The heat was alleviated only slightly. He wondered how someone would react if they saw him, with his many light colored scars from tussles. How neat they all were, some hardly noticeable. Most on his front were only visible from the stitch markings, small dotted scars from the thread. His back was where they were visible plain to see. He couldn't do work on his own back. He felt the sweat trickling down his spine and shivered self consciously.

When the soup was ready he used his shirt to take it from its grate and moved back up the stairs, glad for the idea of company and the promise of some form of companionship. He had forgotten how lonely it could be here. He set the container upon the oringinal counter with the whiskey and stretched, feeling a relief wash over his skin as the coolness of this room in comparison to the area about the boiler.

"Dinner's up. Let's eat!" His eye immediately located Keirus in the room, as if he had some form of profound radar. He found himself equally as fascinated with him as before and resigned himself to his need to be near the man. He filled up to plastic and clearly faded bowls... not like he had anymore that two though and placed mix matched spoons with them. He then opened the bread and took out two slices each for them. He stowed the rest away in a box near the metals that looked to be food, and tucked a bottle of whiskey beneath his arm. He then took the spoils of the day to Keirus and handed him his share of the stew.

"So I'd say its been quite a day Muscles. I hope my cooking ain't too bad, not that I would call this cooking right?" There was that sour humor, but it had some fondness to it. He placed himself beside Keirus, glad to feel the warmth of another person for once and not fear it killing him.

Location: The Lair
Companionship: Keirus
Thoughts: I like this... I like this immensely.
Feelings: warm, comfortable, and for once kind of happy.
Countenance: Happy
OOC:

I am the voice of the past that will always be
Filled with my sorrow and blood in my fields
I am the voice of the future, bring me your peace
Bring me your peace, and my wounds, they will heal

[Opera Ralse]

››Noach Regner Brandt‹‹

Noach took a few more drags of his cigarette, snorting in quiet laughter at Alistar's scandalized denial when Ao offered the delivery boy a room for more... pleasure-filled acttivities. Kids. It was like no one around here was even remotely grown up. Still, Ao's words about a 'slimming down of the ranks' sobered him up quickly, though he didn't give any outward reaction other than a small shrug of his shoulders and a non-commital grunt. They'd do what they had to do, and while a decrease in clientele was rather irritating, it was hardy insurmountable, and even as it was, they were still doing pretty well off.

At the 'thump' of Bartholomew hitting the ground, Noach only hmmed and tested his arm again. Perhaps it was less of an injury than he had feared, since there was very little pain or bruising. "Knowing the king, I'm sure he had his own little joy-ride first."

When all the others had finally left (other than the guards, who, under these circumstances at least, he was inclined to regard as little more than furniture) , Noach leaned back, and stretched in a move that was more displaying himself than an actual stretching of muscles. "After a good soak, I've got nothing tying me up for the rest of the day." That was a terribly transparent and horrible pun, but, hey, he was allowed to be terribly corny and irritating. "'Re you offering?" He finished his stretch with one last languid smoke before snuffing out the last end of his cigarette, picking up Artemis' note and quickly scanning the contents, a lazy smile working it's way across his face. Someone was in a bit of a mood. "I'd like to come with you to the church as well. After all, someone ought to protect the rest of the world from that man's terrible sense of humor."

He felt very much like a contented cat for the moment. Laid-back, lazy, and utterly unconcerned with all the world around him.

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[K]eirus [E]lfrim [A]ldamorphout

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Does anyone know I'm broken inside?
Nobody does and nobody tries.
Who cares about how I feel?
Nobody does, nor ever will.

Keirus' hand withdrew, and inside his mind, he wanted to continue tangling his fingers in the long silky red hair, toying with the strands in his hand... But a small smirk curled up his lips, seeing the soft blush that tinted Jay's cheeks ever so slightly, and the little shiver the other gave made him raise a brow. His lips opened to comment, perhaps tease the other a little, but instead pulled on what the other said. "You've had time? Most of mine.... Spent finding certain... People." He paused, thinking of his men, thinking of the blood that soaked the ground, the listless looks on their faces as he bent down, at first futilely trying to wake them, before dragging their bodies out of reach from the prowling dogs and the like, and then removing the tags... Bringing all the memories with him, saving their legacy in each tag. But as the dealer mantioned it was nice to be with Keirus, the green haired male half smiled, "On my own part as well, refreshing change from the usual hate everyone in my way. Guess I'm in debt to Artemis now, the Holy B_stard he is." The pharmacist shook his head lightly, though his eyes sparked at Jay, contented in a relaxed state.

'The America I knew, was dead before I was born...' How cold those words sounded to Keirus' ears, even more painful because in retrospect, how true those words had become. his eyes went icy for a moment, as he stared stonily at the wall, memories, images flashing before his eyes, old films, voices he had heard, people he had seen, books he had read so long ago.... A torn and fluttering flag, the barking shouts of his officers, the dust rising as squadrons of boots thudded across it, polished and sleek weapons soon to become bloodstained and dusty, the general givin a quick speech to the troops, informing and telling them what a service, what a duty and honor that they were doing for their country.... In the back of his mind, the thought slowly shriveled and went silent, as if dead in his heart as well.... The thought of service made his stomach twist into a tight knot, as he thought about his first night in Haven, would the Beautiful, Free, Brave America really do this to one of their own?

All this passed his thoughts in less than a few seconds, so the lapse of silence wasn't that gaping, and Keirus half shrugged, pulling a smile back onto his lips, "Mmm.... True, and I suppose another rogue agnet wouldn't have helped much. Be such a waste to put such a pretty face in front of a firing squad." He laughed, forcing the dark thought away, before following the redhead into the inside of the clock's room, full of gears and pipes, countless numbers of machinery, yet also piled with various objects for survival, ie... Weapons. And as Jay went ahead of him, Keirus noted with a start that the other was incredibly slim, almost breakable in the light, yet with the lithe movements the other made, he also noted slim muscle, taut over a frame of bones, not as frail as he may look. The pharmacist walked forward, standing next to the slim man, taking a surprised glance at the bottles of liquor that had made their way into his payment. "Clearly a profitable scheme you have here...." His eyes flicked over to a package and he smiled, military styled rations. How he used to detest them.

But now, hey, food was food. Giving a half grin, the former Lt.Colonel stiffled a chuckle, "Sir yes Sir." He mock saluted, giving a wink as the other told him to fill up his canteen, almost as a command. Watching Jay leave the room, Keirus let out a long deep breath, running his hand through his hair half in frustration, and the rest in anxiety. What an idiot he was, forgetting that the ARMY, the thing he served was the reason that Jay's brother had been dragged away. And he mentioned it!? No wonder Jay had his feather's ruffled, anyone would take offense! Mentally berating his idiocy, his thoughts grasped the fine thread of the formerly banished feelings towards Jay. And yanked it out of the hole it was hiding in. The red-head was certainly not your average Haven hellgoer, yet something about the other drew the pharmacist near him, perhaps out of instinct, or the way they seemd to match each other's movements. The only thing that pulled his control back was his uncertainty of whether or not Jay would accept him, lest he find Jay pinned down, and unwilling. Oh the annoyance of emotions.

With a shrug of his shoulders, and trying to ignore the thoughts, he quietly walked over to the distiller and refilled the part of his canteen, about 1/3 of it, that he had drunken over the day. Strapping the container back where it was before, he heard the sound of soft footsteps and smiled before turning around, "I could smell it, reminds me of the barracks." He grinned, accepting his bowl and wwas pleased as Jay came next to him. "It's cooking if you heat anything, and good if you don't burn it." He chuckled, recalling a rather bad incident that he and a few buddies had, making messes in the mess hall, and being forced afterwards to clean the entire kitchen. He inhaled the scent of spices, simmered in a sauce with chunks of preserved meat and such floating in it. Hell of a lot better than most things Haven provided. He ate quickly, neatly too. Yet not with the manner of a hungry person, more of the attitude of a person who knows time is precious, and that lingering pointlessly is a waste of said time. Once he finished, which wasn't too long for him, he let out a sigh... Glancing over at the dealer, he noted with some shock and surprise, the scars that dotted the front of his companion, neatly arranged, stiches. And quite a lot of them.

Keirus' eyes narrowed, and his second glance at the other's back, where the real damage lay gave him some clue. They weren't crisscrossed and shredded scars everywhere, as they would have been from a street fight or accident of some sort. The scars were neat, pale lines that stretched over the other's skin, purposely placed, and clearly defined. It wasn't the sting of a misplaced whip, or the desperate slash of a spinning knife, rather the cuts that someone may have thought as pleasure. Without a thought, his hands put down the bowl at the side, where it lay empty, and one hand reached forward, gently tracing a long scar across the other's spine. "Now now, has Jay here been misbehaving?" His hand withdrew, and he leaned his head upon it and watched Jay, eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief, and a dash of amusement. So waht have we here? Now more then ever, Keirus was tempted to push the other down onto the ground, and have his way, yet patience.... Always patience. For now.

Screw you, you don't care::. Relaxed, content, teasing, interested?
I'm stuck with::. Jay
I'm always in hell, but closer to::... Jay's home, upstairs.

Inside a pit dark a deep
A raging monster there does sleep
Until the day it is freed
And consumes to fill its endless greed

[I A b s o l]

I tried to give hope.
To those in need.
But when there really is nothing.
What can you do?

A T T i C U S F i N C H

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A R T e M I S R A N G e R


"I have my studies to keep me company. Not many men here know how to read and write, if you didn't know. So I teach some of them, that's why most of the peacemakers here know how to read." Actually, he even taught Atticus a bit. Even though Atticus had taken English in high school, he had trouble speaking it and reading it, so Artemis taught him. That was a long time ago, before the two started this bitter rivalry. Now all the two did was butt heads and steal each others lovers. "I only know English and French though, so I can't help many others." He didn't single anyone out, since he didn't know if Terra could or not, though he'd be surprised if he couldn't. This one was very stuck up, which was rather cute, refreshing almost. He had a feeling if he wasn't so into his biblical studies, he'd be very egotistic. Artemis, however, kept his thoughts to himself, as most men usually did on any topic. "A music man, how charming." He added, not really needing Terra to answer anything about Toumas. He barely knew the doctor and had no intention of ever seeing him. Like a child, he feared doctors. That was one major flaw of his. He could stand to see the sick and dying, but he couldn't stand doctors. "Beautiful to the outside world, music is... but useless here." Not to kill Terra's mood, but he was honest. The arts were not preferred here. Stay alive instead of painting a picture. He missed the arts... since the churches he always went to were beautifully decorated and taken good care of.

Artemis turned to look to the young priests. Well, only one for now. These two well... always came in two! It was interesting to see these two in action. They were definitely cute, but he had no intention of messing with them, they were just that... too cute! "Maybe it's a sign the war is ending." Artemis added, a hopeful and joking tone to his voice. Even if the war ended, he doubted that anyone would come to tell them. Chances are they would send a unit to come in and slaughter them all. They were, however, criminals. In some way, shape or form, everyone here commited a crime of some sort. Even Atticus had stolen before, as petty as that was, it was a crime. Artemis thought of how life used to be and wondered if anyone would be able to go back to all of that. Probably not.

"Oh Diachi~ I don't think you have to worry too much about him. The other peacemakers and I watch over him when you two are not together." Which was really really rare. Normally the two were always together. "What are you two up to today? Seems like a slow day overall..." This was fast paced compared to the winter though. In winter, everyone just huddled together for warmth and the dead were tossed outside. The dogs wouldn't try to chew on frozen flesh as much and the smell was hidden under the frost. The snow would soon cover the bodies. For now though, the peacemakers were busy tending to the wounded and burying the dead. But these two rarely did such manual labor. They were helpful in other ways, mainly as his assistants. These two were just wonderful souls.

Atticus was slowly breaking down. Sometimes, he could really be a goodie-goodie. It was hard for him to lie to anyone and he knew that Tsume was smart so he could put two and two together. "I do believe it..." Atticus murmured, feeling so guilty as the other kissed him over and over again. No... no it was so wrong if he didn't just tell Tsume. The words refused to come out of his mouth though, so Tsume would have to figure it out. He'd never 'cheated' before, since he never had an actual partner. Was this how it felt? His gut was in knots and his body felt weak. Guilt and worry. He didn't want Tsume to leave. He paused when the othe questioned him, oh god... Atticus was about to reply, but didn't know what to say. Through not saying anything, Tsume got the answer and got up. The peacemaker quickly got up as well, making sure the other didn't actually leave. "N-No it's not your fault... I-..." He paused, not even knowing what to say. It was all his fault, not Tsume's, but he didn't know what excuse to give. He didn't have one.

"No of course not... No..." He wanted to hug the other for reassurance, but he didn't know if Tsume would push him away or not. Oh man... it just wasn't fair. Finch became quite confused as the other seemed to push for something. Now that they were on the bed, with Tsume clinging to him, he felt even more confused. He put his arms around Tsume and hoped to understand all of this. "Invol--" He got cut off when the other kissed him, surprised to feel how passionate the other was being, especially after he just told him he cheated on him with this new found brother. Finch was now really confused, but he wouldn't ask anymore. If the other wanted him now and forever, then he would not complain. Yes he screwed up, but he was now getting a second chance that he was not going to give up. "Y-Yeah... We do." Atticus planned on having the blankets over them this time, just in case. He left one candle on, the one nearest to the ladder so Kasume wouldn't fall down from not being able to see. Although he liked to be able to see Tsume and usually left the lights on, this time he thought otherwise.

The peacemaker hovered just above Tsume and put his hands on either side of the boys head on the bed so that he could prop himself up. Without anymore to say, he just indulged in what he was allowed to have. Once it was done, he was thankful that Kasume hadn't returned. He'd probably be back soon though, so he decided not to start another round. Instead, he brought the blankets over them and just kept his arm around Tsume's body, this time snuggling against him. Snuggling was not something he was used to since his partners tended to leave before they could. He always thought he wouldn't like it, but clearly that was not the case. The guilt inside of him was easing a bit, but he was getting scared of the feeling. How had he come to harbor such feelings for another person? War told him only to hate and now he was in love with someone he was told to kill? Before he could say good night, he was in a deep sleep, just clinging to Tsume since he was now afraid that he would leave. Hopefully issues with Kasume would not happen again.




It feels so wrong.
Because there is a God.
I just don't think he cares...

[Spontanious Alias]

♥ Jay ♥ Casey ♥ Nightengale ♥
The Chain Smoker

I am the voice in the fields when the summer's gone
The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow
Ne'er do I sleep throughout all the cold winter long
I am the force that in springtime will grow

Heat was something one felt often in the summers of Haven, when the shards of infinite glass reflected it in prismatic rainbows across the debris plains or through the high windows of the church. It was something that rotted the flesh of corpses and brought with it the decay left by frozen winters. Heat generally was not known as a particularly good thing in Haven. To be fair, cold was something of a nuisance as well, many died of hypothermia or accidents in the ice or snow. Not to mention that most of the water from snow became toxic. Getting wounded in winter was not an ideal situation. Heat and Cold were always at ends here, and the weather couldn't be said to be lovely... but then there was the heat of fire, which was usually in small quantities unless someone was ballsy enough to put their location at risk. There was the heat from the furnace, pure unsavory heat! It was a kind that was both pleasant and... not so pleasant in the summers. Then there was this type of heat, the kind that didn't some from summers or fires, but by the regulation of a bodies metabolism. The living tissue, and breathing being. This heat was pleasant, it was something that called out for another living being. Jay was nearly tempted to lean against that heat, to nuzzle his face into the crook of the heat's epicenter and lay there content until he died... that would be a romantic way to go. He was so close to not being able to help himself, but help himself himself he did and refrained from falling into the pleasant heat that was clearly radiating from the two of them.

"I suppose one would see it that way, but I used to cook for earnest before all... this. Or rather, I tried to learn before things got bad. I wonder why it is that the past always seems brighter than the present no matter the circumstance or station in life. Humans are strange things. Although I can't complain about right here and now." He took the first bite of his stew and knew that somewhere in this world was a trust fund child who looked upon the world with spoiled eyes and refused to eat his vegetables... vegetables that Jay would have killed for, he's killed for less, to get. The idea was that Jay knew the food wasn't the most scrumptious thing, but he had long forgotten what fine dining tasted like, or fresh meats, so naturally the stew was thought to Jay to be a delicacy and the taste itself was wholesome enough that he was glad that Keirus had eaten his before Jay could change his mind about sharing it. Things like these were rare to get in Haven if you didn't have a job under such a constructed business man like Ao. Ao's workers tended to be paid well, as they made well, and as Jay was a diligent man who worked for survival needs only... The collectors were happy to settle his pay on things like army rations or others goods like scrap metals. The fact of the matter was that this stuff was damned delicious to the redhead and he was glad that this pack wasn't the only one he had stashed in his lair.

He took his second and third bites in the silent company of his companion. His mouth fit around the spoon, and stuck in his own devices he hardly noticed the other watching him. His thoughts wondered to the grit upon the outside of the clock and the significance of 4:24, or even more pressing, the heat and joy of having somebody near him and a good hot meal. Jay hardly noticed when he finished his meal. Unlike his companion, Jay never rushed through his meals. It wasn't that Jay didn't know the sacredness in time, he knew too well, but he saw eating as something more than just a survival need. One day he would be dead, he wouldn't recall how this food tastes, even a week from now he wouldn't remember, so for now he was savoring it. He was taking the moment out of the many he worked, to savor something he knew he wouldn't be able to do someday. This could be his last meal and with company no less so he wanted to enjoy the sensations of heat and taste. He was trying to lock the memories in place but he knew that they would just slip through his fingers like water. A soft smile grew with fondness upon his lips, it suited him. All his smiles, usually fake, felt more natural right now in this time of contentment.

It was only when his companion spoke that he was shaken from his auto-hypnosis. His one clear eye was facing Keirus already so it was no trouble to get a look at him in the dimly lit spacious room. Silver still filtered in through the grungy glass and it softly took to the soldier's masculine face. The firelight from the candles added amber to the outline of his companion. It made Jay take in just how pretty things could be, even in Haven. Subconsciously his tongue flicked out to lick his upper lips in a lazy fashion before his brain fully took in the extent of what was being said, furthermore his one eye widened as a rough finger stroke itself down a part of himself that he couldn't feel. It had been the one scar to cut deep enough and with enough damage to kill the nerves below. His body reacted before his mind could and he felt himself bristling with a long subdued submittance. Then his mind switched on his face heated and he tore his gaze off his companion to look away... anywhere but that man beside him looking at him like that. Fear filled him, and for the first time since the very beginning of his meeting with Keirus he wanted to be far away from the man. His arms instinctively wrapped around himself in a semi-comforting gesture and he curled himself forward to stare upon the ground.

He thought of the man responsible, of the dark insidious eyes and the silver tongued words. Just the thought of that man's face made his whole being swoon but it wasn't a type of swoon he wanted to be in. It was not pleasurable to be there. He couldn't think of anything better for him than being taken to Haven after he lost Victor. If he had been let go, he would have just been at the feet of another man with no self conscious awareness and nothing to wish for but to be human and not a pet. Being under Victor was the same deal as being under a sky, you couldn't get out from under it all you could do was accept it. Granted, Jay had loved Victor more than he had ever acknowledged but he hadn't ever been able to really find any mutual ground with which he could stand with the man because he realized it all too late... by that time, he had no pride or dignity or humanity. He touched his eye patch to remember and felt cold inside, empty... He didn't like this.

"It wasn't that I had been naughty, it was that Victor felt it best that I shouldn't be touched there anymore. So he made sure I couldn't ever feel it again. He liked knives... It wasn't as if I had the presence of mind at the time to refuse him, I had no right to do so..." What was he getting so worked up about... Why should he let the other know this! From that look in the other's eye, and the feeling of heat wafting off the other it should be clear that he didn't mean anything bad by it but all Jay could do was feel on edge and tense himself. All he could do was slowly let his hands fall and his back straighten with what little dignity he had left and what little pride he had managed to scourge back up since he came to haven.

"Its not like it matters now... The best thing about him dead is that he isn't here anymore." Jay made an effort to stabilize himself but he wasn't doing the finest job. He reached out for the bottle of whiskey and it occurred to him that it could be used as a weapon but he didn't want to fight with Keirus... they had been getting on so well and Jay would be damned if he terminated his first real escalating friendlustship over his own stupid issues... He kept telling himself that the past died with Victor. He unscrewed the top and took a swig of the powerful alcohol. The brand didn't matter, whiskey was whiskey and in Haven it was better than nothing. A new type of heat laced his innards as he set the bottle down with a thud. He rubbed a hand over his face, feeling the skin pulled tight as he centered his thoughts. He had always resented Victor for his way of dominion, the scars more so because now he was consciously aware of just how shameful he had been. How inhuman he let someone make him. It was ironic that in Haven he was more human than he had been when in the outside world being viewed as human. It was also ironic that the outside world found him less than human in Haven yet he found himself human. It was almost tragically laughable.

"But you know, scars don't dictate who we are or where we are going... They only let us know where we have been." It was a feeble effort to lie about his mental health. There were still scars that Jay supposed would never fade from when Victor held power over him, just like there were lasting scars from when his brother was taken from him... when he thought of it, he couldn't remember Kay's face too well... His happy childhood was like a dream that hadn't ever existed. He found himself reaching for the whiskey again but stopped and stared at it thoughtfully. He then moved himself closer to his companion and decided that he had had years to stew over how broken he was... now was not the time or place to do so. He didn't want pity, he didn't want sympathy... he wanted to be connected to someone... it was better than spending his hours here alone until the clock of his life ended.

His one eye focused upon his soldier and a timid smile worked its way over his face. He took it all in again, rewriting the situation in his brain and successfully burying Victor. He lifted his hand and ran it through the soft tuffs of green hair, his one eye searching the other for something. He then let out a repressed sigh and tapped the other's cheek childishly.

"Don't worry about it hot stuff." He said with a light laugh at the end. He sounded so much more assured than he felt but as if in afterthought he let his hand travel down the length of Keirus' chest, feeling tight muscles beneath. He had figured the man would be fit being a soldier and all and in Haven, but Keirus was... well to be frank about it hard in make. Who could afford to be soft in Haven. With a build like this, the man wasn't about to be as pliant as Jay was, then again he doubted Keirus could be with anyone else rigid like this without breaking him. He paused, letting his hand rest upon Keirus' breast. It was as if Jay felt he was challenging the other and maybe he was. He turned his stare upon the other and took in how gloriously dark those green eyes seemed in his tower, how nice they were when they were focused on him. It made him calm down considerably.

"On second thought, you should totally worry about it. Then I can get you all to myself for awhile yet." Jay joked but maybe he was a bit serious about it and he took away his hands from Keirus. What was he doing?! He was acting like a complete idiot! Keirus was... completely out of his league and after his iffy emotional issues he doubted the man would seriously contemplate having anything more to do with him after tonight and that kind of... hurt? He felt heat in his cheeks and he averted his gaze to look elsewhere again. He just wasn't sure how to handle this... people were difficult to read, especially ones that were smarter than the average Haven goer.

Location: The Lair
Companionship: Keirus
Thoughts:What the hell am I doing?!
Feelings: Lustful, vulnerable
Countenance: Content, vulnerable
OOC:

I am the voice of the past that will always be
Filled with my sorrow and blood in my fields
I am the voice of the future, bring me your peace
Bring me your peace, and my wounds, they will heal

[The Hired Uke]

~/Bartholomew/~
Del Rosa

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Bartholomew was just barely conscious when the office door opened. It had opened and closed a few times before to let the crazy man Alistar and his new playing to come and go, but in either case he had not been able to gain entry as his current state and location suggested. Of all the times for him to lose it, it had to have been that moment. His whole body ached, his head spun, his lungs felt like they were on fire, there was a level of certainty that he was probably shaking as well. Even as he was lifted off the ground by somebody, probably one of Ao's guards, it must have been, Bartholomew felt sickeningly weak.

He could only groan as he was carried off somewhere. It was still in the house but the room he was brought to felt cold and unused. With his eyes open and dazedly darting from one end of the room to the other, periodically falling on the larger man, nothing seemed to process. Just attempting was making his head hurt until he finally shut his eyes with a disgruntled groan. He'd jumped the gun, he had figured that much out the moment he first spotted Naoch. He'd gotten in over his head when he actually pulled a weapon on the guy. And finally, he let his anger push him into aggravating his condition.

Dwelling on the earlier mistakes wasn't going to fix things now. The thief could feel his body being moved around but he wasn't aware that he was being chained up. Once he'd been secured, he mumbled what he could only assume to be incoherent words before the other left. It had taken more effort to keep himself this semi-lucid before even that finally wore out. The last thing he wanted to do was fully lose consciousness, but no matter how stubborn he tried to be, his body was a hundred times more so. Bartholomew was completely out before he even knew it.



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Location: An abandon room?
With: Nobody?
Mood: Paranoid, angry, betrayed, vengeful
Health: Unconscious
OOC: OTL

[Whorie Galorie]

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Simone had always made it one of his duties to know as many people as he possibly could around the haven. He felt like it was something certainly needed, and gave them a warm, welcoming feeling towards a the church, no? Who wouldn't be a little content hearing the young priest call their name, chiming 'Good morning, _______~' and making a lovely conversation with them. He had a feeling if he befriended them they'd have at least some kind of reason to stop by the church, even if they did not really believe in God's words or much of anything else. It was a bit hard though, seeing so little people support, waking up to dead men on the streets... and Diachi. Well, he seemed all fine and dandy now, but he could be such a ferociously different person in a snap! Sometimes it scared Simone to no end having seen the fits his brother throws, almost as if he has no regard for the lives of... anyone. Speaking of which, after Diachi entered their conversation, attempting to scold his little brother, the male's eyes then settled on Terra, glaring almost. He didn't actually really know the other like Simone, but upon thinking on it, he wasn't positive that this guy was such a safe person. Friend or not, Diachi held a keen eye, not bothering to say an outwards hello to either of the men before him. It certainly took a lot to gain his trust, even Artemis, the head of the church, was still on his watch list from time to time, Diachi only leaving Simone with him in the church when he absolutely had to.

Both of the brother's eyes shifted down towards the buckets of water, Simone smiling and nodding as Terra somewhat explained, which Diachi only squinted his eyes even more. He clearly did not like the reply, but continued to keep his mouth shut. The brothers certainly did have a few disputes, and Diachi's manners was always a main supporter, Simone never hesitated in verbally beating his brother when he showed such cruel manners to friends and strangers. "Oh... ehh.. I see" The young priest murmured, praying in his mind that Terra was joking about the whole drowning thing, "W-well... he may not be the most appealing person... But he still has feelings ya know~" The blond laughed with a slightly awkward smile, slightly wanting to snatch the water away out of fear that the male was not joking. But, well, he had to be! Right? Yeah! Why would they waist such water drowning someone they did not like? It was not reasonable when they could just do it with a rusty pipe or something... not that Simone encouraged that either! But anyways, it just had to be a joke... had to be. That hope was soon supported when Terra mentioned that last comment being a lie, which then lead to Simone laughing like a fool in relief while Diachi only nodded calmly.

"Hmm...? Oh! Well.. I was just using the bathroom and.. hoping I'd be able to go on a walk toda--"

"No."

"...... We were just walking around like usual..." Simone muttered, his hopes on having a quick stroll publicly being crushed by Diachi before he could even get it out. The new preist pouted some, kicking a rock that settled near his black, fairly scuffed shoes while Diachi only continued to watch the water. Of course he didn't like rejecting Simone like so... but he was just so certain that it was best, that nothing about outside the church-- and even sometimes in it-- was safe, at all... not ever. Sure, there were times when he would at least let his brother stroll around (with Diachi at his side of course) but the other had to be in a ridiculously good mood during those days, which rarely happened. "Oh.. well you could always come back after the water, right? Or, hey! Can we come?!" Simone offered, his eyes going from Terra to Diachi, who always gave the ultimate yes or no. The elder started to open his mouth to comment, but both the brother's eyes soon fell upon Artemis as he began to speak once more, instantly brightening Simone back up with his comments on the odd bird singing this morning. Maybe it was some special sign! They could really only hope in the end, although, deep down, Simone knew no one would tell them, he knew they were stuck here forever, doomed to die around forty after radiation hit and be forgotten by the outside world. He never had a doubt in is mind that his body wouldn't simply be laying among a pile, no cares on how he was treated along with all those other men.

Diachi, on the other had, was really just as worse. Although he believed the war would never end, after having been out there, watching it all come down he was sure the people still alive out in those ghastly wars would come to blow one another up along with the Haven soon enough. In his mind, this was simply the end of the human race, or rather, our way of critically reducing the population, especially since we had virtually removed all horrible diseases and were multiplying so quickly and such. "Haha... maybe..." Simone's reply wasn't all that enthused after thinking about it, but he still held a reassuring smile, both for Artemis and himself. Diachi's own attention snapped up from Terra and the buckets, over to Arteimis completely as his name was chimed. He quietly listen to the other's playful concern, brushing it off his shoulder almost instantly. There was simply no way he was going to ever loose Simone, and if that meant having to keep his mind only on the other, following him around and never letting his guard down even at night.. well, it was only a small price to pay than being alone again. "Yeah... well it's rude to dump my brother on others. And it's not like Simone can fend for himself, so I'm fine." He tried to respond in the nicest way possible, but also stern to help enforce the fact that he was never going to settle down over this, weather there were others to care for his brother or not. Diachi simply selfishly wanted Simone to care for himself.

"... Ah, uhm...-- well we don't know. So... what are you going to do Artemis~? " Simone asked, quickly changing the subject. He did not bother insisting he could fight for himself, knowing he couldn't. It wasn't like the boy was weaponless. No, he always had a blade safely secured on his thigh, but... well it was actually using it that got him. Men were killed everyday here, but when it came down to it, Simone was positive he would not be able to pull his blade on someone. Besides, what made his life so much more vital than that other guy's? ... Nothing.

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"True enough that... Music isn't the greatest tool to have in a wasteland like this. But still, its something pretty good to have."

Letting out a silent huff, Terra smiled slightly as he reached into his pocket to lightly touch his composition notepad. Out of all times, this was when he had inspiration, which was the worst time. But it was true though, music, art, drama; it was useless and troublesome in the Haven. However, if it was something he was good at, he didn't mind keeping that skill around him. Besides, it was a good way to pass the time if he was bored... and had inspiration.

Pulling out the small pad, Terra smiled slightly as he flipped it to an empty page to begin composing. It didn't matter to him as much if he did it in public. It was probably fine anyway since he was in a place that people could care less... A dark smile crept onto his face as he scribbled away at the paper. Why did those two twins have to act so cute? In a way, it made his day even more. Looking up slightly, he nodded his head slightly, finally looking up at the priest.

"Don't worry, I don't mind the company~ Although I am not sure when I am leaving... you guys can do what you like."

Another small chuckle escaped his lips as he flipped to the next page to continue. It was nice, for Terra actually be preoccupied with his activity. In fact, he was finally in a good mood for once and for once, he didn't stop to fix his hair every other second. Yes... music had a great effect on his life. In fact, it worked miracles in his life. In fact, music was the thing that helped him get out of his original drug problems whether he liked it or not. To Terra, music itself was a superior being.

Inhaling deeply, Terra scratched his head and scribbled down a small list of instruments that might just sound good with the melody he just wrote. Maybe... if he ever got out, he would seriously publish these songs properly and do something with them. No matter, that wasn't his main concern. After realizing how focused he was on his composition, he realized that his hair was messy again, and that dust bunnies were forming onto his jacket.

Frantically, he re-fixed his hair and dusted off his coat quickly, attempting to get all the germs off his jacket. If only he paid more attention to his looks earlier, he wouldn't have gotten so dirty in the first place. Feeling slightly more paranoid than usual, Terra sighed heavily and continued to dust off his jacket. Somehow, he just became so much more tired all of a sudden, most likely because he didn't usually compose, so whenever he did, it used up a lot of energy. Letting out a small and silent yawn, he remained silent. Now he really didn't want to go back to the hospital, but he still wanted to sleep somewhere clean and all.

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Ŧhe end is near...
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Company - ..... Artemis, Simone, Diachi...

Location - ..... Church

Feeling – ....... sleepy, tired, happy, lazy~

OOC – ......I freaken hate this post... I hate it... well... yeah... Finally Terra actually managed to compose something.....

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Keirus rolled his shoulder blades, wincing slightly when he felt the bones grate against one another in his body, abut relaxing as they stretched out. His green eyes gazed at the red-head, and he was surprised to find a blush, then a jot of fear rip through the other' eyes. "Oii... Jay." His voice held a tinge of concern, and enough of an apoligetic tone, it was clear that the dealer had some rough memories attached, along with the eye patch and that scar. Oh, so now there was a name attached to said person. "What do you mean no right?" His words were half growled out, not anger towards Jay, but towards the faceless figure in his mind known as Victor. "Everyone has the right...." His voice growled itself out, barely masked by a cold glint in his eyes, yet the words were blazoned with a definate burst of fury behind each syllable. The heat of his anger could easily have melted the furnace, but it was cooled somewhat by the sudden shift in his eyes, which had darkened to a deep emerald, glinting like metal in the low light a fire casts.



With a quick stretch of his shoulders, he noted that the other was no longer hugging himself, and trying to resettle himself, with liquor. "Well, not like I haven't had scars, and the best one I got was from here." He put a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it as he recalled a single long scar, running straight down from the base of his neck to the lower part of his back, the only large mar on his flesh. One he had recieved as his marking when he was first tossed into Haven, his especially deep because he resisted. It was straight, tracing his spine in a single bone white line, the muscles underneath barely saved from being perminantly torn apart, the scar running just above it. With his shirt on, it was almost unnoticable, just a slight raised line, as if an odd line had been reversed etched onto his back. His gaze flickered to the dealer, who had scooted himself closer to Keirus, and half smiled himself, gently leaning his head into the slim fingers than ran through it for a little.




The soldier let a grin break across his face for a second. A genuine grin, not just some half assed one meant to be fake, not just one meant to frighten others, not just a grin made to comfort himself. A soft rumble built up in his chest as the other gently ran a hand down his chest, clearly taunting the pharmacist, in a way that put his self restraint on a tight leash. And when he said tight, he meant choking. As the other pulled his hand back, Keirus reached forward, grabbing it as he suddenly pinned Jay down, on his knees, looking down at the barechested male beneath him, red hair fanned out. "Don't tempt me...." He bent close, eyes boring into the lone eye of the other, and hovered above the other, still half pinning the redhead beneath him, though purposefully in a way so that Jay could escape if he wanted to. His head dipped down to whisper huskily into Jay's ear, "Because I've got little self control as is."

Blearrghh.... Crap post. No format sorry loves for not posting for so long... Having some problems with friends. Stupid idiot of a friend had to go and lost her virginity, the idiot doesn't even know how to work a condom if I freaking showed her on her bf for her. /headdesk