⇥ ♦ʗity of Ҏrey♦ (O/A)

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CITIZENS of New York!XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

{{behold your hunters!}}

♦CREATED BY ⇥XXX

⊱ (( 0-kitsune-0; rain_aer helped~ ))

♦GENRE ⇥XXX

⊱ (( crime-ring; action; romance ))

♦STATUS ⇥XXX

⊱ (( closed/open/accepting ))

♦LINKS ⇥XXX

⊱ (( OOC Thread ))
⊱ (( Profile Thread ))
⊱ (( Relationship Thread coming soon~ ))

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POWER corrupts ;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

{{Absolute power corrupts absolutely...}}

NEW York, year 2025. Not much has changed in the City that Never Sleeps, or, at least, as far as the common eye can tell. Because behind closed doors and street corners, evil is afoot.

HEARSE Finance has by now gained a name for itself only two years before it became apparent that they had their grip around New York’s neck. It was fifteen years ago that the founder Michael Hearse Senior pulled his company up to be the top dog in the city, only to pass away within two years after. His son, Michael Hearse Junior, assumed the company thrown, and with that discovered just where the “miracle” that saved Hearse Senior’s growing empire had come from; drugs, weapons, and prostitution. And, well, like father like son.

THAT said, Hearse Junior also took up his father’s legacy of good publicity; supporting the arts and popular politics, speaking at seminars or schools, and donating to charities, sometime with money gained from whatever that charity is fighting against, solely for the irony of it. No one outside of the company knows of Hearse Finance’s shady extracurricular activities. Both generations of the family had a fascination with manipulating the masses without them ever even realizing it, taking pride in what they would never know or recognize. And even as Hearse Junior is beginning to expand his horizons passed Northeast United States, his pride and joy is the power he holds over New York and its back-alley games.

NOW , steps in Regulus, Hearse Finance’s most worthy opponent.

SHADY dealers of anything illegal have preferences of the way things need to be run too, you know. Black market businesses are just like normal businesses in context, for the most part. There’s competition, certain rules and regulations to be followed (if only for the sake of not getting caught by the authorities), and workers like to be treated a certain way. The difference is, when your practices are illegal, the laws don’t apply to you, and your rights as a worker are nil. You can’t strike and form unions when you don’t like what your employer is making you do. Well, it turns out the black market isn’t happy with being taken over by Hearse and are none-too eager to do as they are told. The most blood-boiling topic around the ghetto water cooler? Taxes! Hearse Finance actually gives their workers wages and deduct taxes from their paychecks (which go right up to the head honchos, of course.)

AS ironic as that is, the devil’s dealers on the streets have broken off from Hearse, the only downside being their protection from the media and the cops was gone. And, as the sole consequence, it’s a pretty big one. But they plan to work passed that to gain the upper hand against Hearse and eventually overthrow the back-alley monopoly. They call themselves Regulus, as they see themselves as the “future kings of New York.” And while there are employees of Hearse working their prostitution rings from nice offices in the company buildings, Regulus likes more on-location work. Most are poor and living in drab little apartments far from the clean business streets in the Big Apple, and thusly the work tends to get much shadier and end much, much more bloody. There’s no AC or laptops on the streets of New York; you got to do your own dirty work.

BY now, the two have been at each other’s throats for maybe eight or ten years, the secret wars turning off and on periodically. Each team is riddled with double and even triple agents, spies, lobbyists… but one thing connects the two indefinitely.

THE love of money, the root of all evil, and, therefore, evil itself.

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RULES and regulations ;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

{{for the Devil's dealers...}}

♦POSTING ⇥XXX


⊱FOLLOW all Gaia rules. Come on, not too hard to do.

⊱SEMI-LIT to literate. We will not tolerate any less. Spellcheck is your friend, no one thinks chat speak is attractive, capitalize what needs to be capitalized!!! And here's the clincher; two to five paragraphs per post. But no more than five please, with the exception of your intro. I already have enough reading to do for school right now. ((Note: Semi-lit does not mean you can ignore grammar or spelling! I expect proofread text when you post!))

⊱MAKE your posts pretty. You don't have to be a photoshop/formatting GENIUS but it's not that hard to add some color and random pretty symbols or whatever.

⊱STAY active. You have a three day limit to post. But it'd be nice to post faster than that, it's very rude to keep people waiting.

⊱KEEP all OOC posts in the OOC thread.



♦CHARACTERS/PLOT ⇥XXX


⊱MAKE your characters original. Look through the Profile Thread before submitting your character and tweak them if necessary. It's happened to us before; joining a role play where everyone has shy, quiet characters is extremely boring. Having too much of one gender is rather annoying also well... it's okay if it's guys, but that's just my bias, and especially with this thread.... I know it's hard if you have your heart set on something, but it's even harder when people think your character's a Mary Sue.

⊱THIS is more of advice than a rule, but if your character is interacting with another, give them something to work off. Ask their character questions, make a situation, and don't make them do all the work. Unless you don't want to talk to them, I guess...?

⊱ANOTHER little nugget of wisdom, planning out what you do with people in the OOC thread makes things a lot easier, so don't be shy to ask if your character can talk to someone else's. You should also discuss how the characters will grow in there relationships with each other, but don't force other people to do things they don't want to. Also, and I don't think this'll be a problem, but don't kill without permission.

⊱I also not only recommend, but encourage people to have their characters know each other prior to the start of the role play. Any relationship is okay; friends, enemies, family, lovers... just make sure it's okay with the other person, obviously.


♦SUBMITTING ⇥XXX


⊱JOINING starts with sending me a reservation. Title a PM "Wolf" or "Lion" depending on which side your character is on ('Wolf' for Hearse Inc., 'Lion' for Regulus). You won't be accepted into the role play until you send me that reservation.

⊱IF I accept your reservation, please fill out a Profile for your character, and send it to me for approval. Add your colors to the profile where it says "COLOR1" and "COLOR2", and please, please keep in mind that really bright or pale text is very hard to read, and that is enough to warrant me the right to ask you to alter your profile.

⊱ONCE I have accepted your profile, go to the profile thread and post it yourself. I will let you alter anything you'd like (with my approval; send me a PM before doing so), but with a few exceptions please don't change anything after you've posted IC.


♦EXTRA ⇥XXX


⊱ANY sort of romance is accepted, and romance itself is encouraged, but I feel obligated to say it: No cybering. Timeskip if you have to.

⊱THERE is going to be fighting in this role play, but again, I'm obliged to say no auto-hitting. God modding, or killing other's characters without permission. And, I should add, be realistic. This is a supernatural-free role play.

⊱I can change or add rules whenever I want. You are my puppets~! So if you happen to be on the first page, why not take a second to see if there's any grey below this, because that's what new rules are typed in.

⊱Please make sure the pictures you use for your characters are not from a cannon universe, or at least from a popular series. You have no clue how many Vocaloid characters I've seen in role plays... Frankly it's annoying... If I recognize your character is from something, I'll ask you to change your picture.

⊱I will now be requiring anyone who joins to post OOC at least once a week. This will serve as my vantage point to determine who's loyal to the role play and who's not. On that note, if you are going to be absent from the role play for a while for any reason, please tell me and move your character so whoever they're interacting with can have a chance to stay active without you being a hindrance. If you quit, don't be ashamed to tell me. I understand, people have things come up, and even if it's just that you're bored with it, I don't mind. But again, move your character. Or kill them. >w>

⊱Please consider who your character will fit into the role play. If you make a character that doesn't have a 'place' in the events surrounding the plot, or offer nothing to help the plot move along, they won't get much action and will be deadweight. No one likes to role play a deadweight character.

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SUBMITION form ;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

{{Character Reservations and Profile Skeletons}}

♦CHARACTER'S NAMEXXX

⊱ (age, spelled out)
⊱ (gender)
⊱ (Organization)

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[list][list][list][color=COLOR3]⊱[/color] (age, spelled out)
[color=COLOR3]⊱[/color] (gender)
[color=COLOR3]⊱[/color] (Organization) [/list][/list][/list][/size]

[character picture here ; I repeat, anime pictures only]

♦WHO are you?XXX

⊱ (character's name, age and gender)


♦WHOM holds your loyalty?XXX

⊱ (Character's occupation and the organization they work for (Hearse or Regulus). If they are a double agent, clarify who they really remain loyal to. In question of occupation for hearse, they will have a job related to finance and one of the shady jobs. Regulus can also have two jobs, but only need the shady ones, and normally get grittier than Hearse's. For example, someone from Hearse might just run and organize a prostitution ring. Someone in Regulus can be an actual prostitute, or even a human trafficker.)


♦WHO are you on the surface?XXX

⊱ (Character's race, sexuality, religion, and any important physical features you feel need to be mentioned like height or scars or something. At least a paragraph.)


♦WHO are you deep down?XXX

⊱ (Character's personality and al the quirks that come with it. Go into detail, no lists. At least two paragraphs.)


♦HOW did you get this way?XXX

⊱ (Character's past, go into detail, especially concerning how they got caught up in their organization. At least three paragraphs.)


♦WHAT do you like?XXX

⊱ (character's three favorite things, lists okay, but give at least a short blurb as to why.)


♦WHAT do you hate?XXX

⊱ (character's three least favorite things, see above.)


♦HOW can we survive you?XXX

⊱ (A quote from the character about themselves.)



♦HOW about some music?XXX

⊱ (Optional, character's theme. No more then three, preferably only one.)


♦AND behind the mask is . . . ?XXX

⊱ (role player's username)

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[color=COLOR1][u][color=COLOR2][size=30]♦[b]W[/b][/size][size=20]HO are you?[color=white]XXX[/size][/color][/u][/color]
[list][list][list][color=COLOR3]⊱[/color] (character's name, age and gender) [/list][/list][/list]

[color=COLOR1][u][color=COLOR2][size=30]♦[b]W[/b][/size][size=20]HOM holds your loyalty?[color=white]XXX[/size][/color][/u][/color]
[list][list][list][color=COLOR3]⊱[/color] (Character's occupation and the organization they work for (Hearse or Regulus). If they are a double agent, clarify who they really remain loyal to. In question of occupation for hearse, they will have a job related to finance and one of the shady jobs. Regulus can also have two jobs, but only need the shady ones, and normally get grittier than Hearse's. For example, someone from Hearse might just run and organize a prostitution ring. Someone in Regulus can be an actual prostitute, or even a human trafficker.) [/list][/list][/list]

[color=COLOR1][u][color=COLOR2][size=30]♦[b]W[/b][/size][size=20]HO are you on the surface?[color=white]XXX[/size][/color][/u][/color]
[list][list][list][color=COLOR3]⊱[/color] (Character's race, sexuality, religion, and any important physical features you feel need to be mentioned like height or scars or something. At least a paragraph.) [/list][/list][/list]

[color=COLOR1][u][color=COLOR2][size=30]♦[b]W[/b][/size][size=20]HO are you deep down?[color=white]XXX[/size][/color][/u][/color]
[list][list][list][color=COLOR3]⊱[/color] (Character's personality and al the quirks that come with it. Go into detail, no lists. At least two paragraphs.) [/list][/list][/list]

[color=COLOR1][u][color=COLOR2][size=30]♦[b]H[/b][/size][size=20]OW did you get this way?[color=white]XXX[/size][/color][/u][/color]
[list][list][list][color=COLOR3]⊱[/color] (Character's past, go into detail, especially concerning how they got caught up in their organization. At least three paragraphs.) [/list][/list][/list]

[color=COLOR1][u][color=COLOR2][size=30]♦[b]W[/b][/size][size=20]HAT do you like?[color=white]XXX[/size][/color][/u][/color]
[list][list][list][color=COLOR3]⊱[/color] (character's three favorite things, lists okay, but give at least a short blurb as to why.) [/list][/list][/list]

[color=COLOR1][u][color=COLOR2][size=30]♦[b]W[/b][/size][size=20]HAT do you hate?[color=white]XXX[/size][/color][/u][/color]
[list][list][list][color=COLOR3]⊱[/color] (character's three least favorite things, see above.) [/list][/list][/list]

[color=COLOR1][u][color=COLOR2][size=30]♦[b]H[/b][/size][size=20]OW can we survive you?[color=white]XXX[/size][/color][/u][/color]
[list][list][list][color=COLOR3]⊱[/color] (A quote from the character about themselves.) [/list][/list][/list]


[color=COLOR1][u][color=COLOR2][size=30]♦[b]H[/b][/size][size=20]OW about some music?[color=white]XXX[/size][/color][/u][/color]
[list][list][list][color=COLOR3]⊱[/color] (Optional, character's theme. No more then three, preferably only one.) [/list][/list][/list]

[color=COLOR1][u][color=COLOR2][size=30]♦[b]A[/b][/size][size=20]ND behind the mask is . . . ?[color=white]XXX[/size][/color][/u][/color]
[list][list][list][color=COLOR3]⊱[/color] (role player's username) [/list][/list][/list][/size]

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LET'S see who's been prowling...XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

{{in the darker part of the concrete jungle...}}

♦MARIA FLORENCEXXX

⊱ (Twenty-Two)
⊱ (Female)
⊱ (Regulus)




♦LUDWIG CAPTORXXX

⊱ (Thirty-Seven)
⊱ (Male)
⊱ (Regulus)




♦KAZUMI NAKAMURAXXX

⊱ Twenty-five
⊱ Male
⊱ Hearse




♦Damien LucianXXX

⊱ Twenty-Three
⊱ Male
⊱ Regulus




♦CHARACTER'S NAMEXXX

⊱ Twenty-one
⊱ Male
⊱ Hearse




♦Florian RoeXXX

⊱ Eight
⊱ Male
⊱ Hearse




♦Arjana DipaliXXX

⊱ Nineteen
⊱ Female
⊱ Regulus

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SO what's happening...XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

{{In the city that never sleeps?}}

♦EVENTS ⇥XXX

⊱ (( Night falls over New York. It is dark and quite cold (it is the beginning of January, after all) so bring a jacket! Perhaps there is something brewing in the streets tonight...? Oh, of course there is--there always is! ))



⊱ (( A few days later, the sky had opened up to a gentle snow shower, and parts of New York's ground that don't get too much traffic have a good layer of white snow over the surface. There are still pure white snowflakes fluttering down to the earth as the sun has just fully set, but something not so pure is happening within the darker areas. ))

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ANY word...XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

{{... from the City's God?}}

♦ANNOUNCEMENTS ⇥XXX

⊱ (( Accepting profiles soon/now~! Send me your reservations whenever you're ready. ))


⊱ (( Role play is open! You are free to post now~ ))

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SO have you heard?XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

{{He said she said; a dangerous game...}}

♦RUMORS ⇥XXX

⊱ (( will go here eventually~ ))

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❥ Ӎary Ӎary, quite contrary . . .XXXXXXXXXX
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It was just the same as always, leaving the cathedral with a doubting look on her face, her heels clicking against the cld, dark asphalt as she crossed the street. Just the same. She'd confessed to the father about her sins--her vanity, her wrath, and her gun--but it almost seemed to her like he didn't take any of it seriously. Like it wasn't that big of a deal. Bloodshed wasn't a big deal. Was she wrong to feel so ashamed of her job as a hitman? Was she just being too traditional and prudish, thinking something was immoral while society had moved on and left her behind? It made her scratch her head as she turned the corner, feeling her weapon strapped to her upper thigh seem to tighten around her skin. Little did she know, of course, all this time the priest had misinterpreted her confession each time she made it, but that would have to be her's to discover another day...

The streets of New York bustled like normal, and that was just the same as well. Maria thought she'd heard the Big Apple was a city that was always changing, moving on, but it didn't look that way to her. Maybe the faces and voiced changed each time she headed home from Wednesday night Mass, but they mix and blend together every time, ultimately making the same mesh of a crowd each time, at least in principle only. Stores closed down, children are born, people die and fashion and fads leave her in the dust, but at it's very core New York would always be just the same. She pouted at this thought, suddenly feeling gypped. Where was her big break in the City that Never Sleeps? This darn metropolis was supposed to be where dreams come true or new beginnings were made! And yet she hadn't even landed a single gig. Only a few bullets in some poor sucker's head.

Hey, it's not like Maria wanted to come down south from her home in Rhode Island anyways. It wasn't her fault she was sold down here like a fur coat. She sighed as she watched the landmarks she'd come to remember by heart pass her by on her trek home. Streetlights flickered in the night, and it would have been pitch dark without them, as she'd entered the bad part of town. As fast as the crowd receded and the noise dimmed (if not for the police sirens present in the background), it was obvious she was getting close to her dingy little apartment, the one she shared with Ludwig. Maybe it was odd to see a girl like Maria strolling down these streets, especially since she looked no older than sixteen. Granted, she was older, but still, could a young woman like her be able to defend herself is she was jumped and mugged.

Oh, yes she could, yes sirry. and the best part was, everyone else knew that, too; that knew not to mess with Maria. In fact, a lot of the smaller local gangs go out of their way to warn the newbies to leave her be. Maria had a certain advantage against them; Say she was jumped, attacked by a man with a gun. I'll save my breath and let you know right now that he will most definitely get shot if it came to a firefight. Now, who will the police have more sympathy with if said armed man were to get shot himself; the 'attacker', the one who sprang from the bushes armed and demanded cash, or the 'victim', the cute little white girl trying to make her way home and had to defend herself?

Maria knew this, and it wasn't that she took pride in it; she just knew it was survival of the fittest out here. If they were stupid, or weak, that would be it for them. Perhaps it was better that way. Now, if they were kind, God might reward them, but she hadn't seen much kindness in years. It was near void in this place...

She turned one last corner, and her complex was in sight. Rushing over to the door so she could finally get out of the cold, she jammed the key in the hole and opened the door, jubilant at the first blast of heat. After closing the door and running up the stairs to her room, she unlocked that door and opened up to find a dark, empty room waiting for her. "Ludwig? You home?" she called, to no answer. None of the other rooms seemed to have their light on, and as she switched on the lamp to illuminate the room, she found no trace of her human trafficker friend. //Oh well, he must be working late today...// she decided, putting her bag down, and remembering him saying something about a new... shipment. //Perhaps I should make dinner?//

∂on't you know how gardens grow?

ϛilver bells and cockleshells━

αnd ɱαɩ∂ҽɳϛ lined up in a row｡

[Half Man-half otaku2]

Jeremiah

The streetlights flickered on, and Jeremiah knew that was the signal to go. He sped through the streets as fast as traffic would allow him, as he had to be at the place he was dropping the cargo off in about twenty minutes. The job was easier said than done of course. But it was nothing Jeremiah couldn't handle with the amount of skill he had.

This was a particularly tricky job Jeremiah was assigned because of the piece of junk car he was given. Another one of the challenges of being a drug runner was that you rarely had the same vehicle. Jeremiah had been given a ratty old SUV that could barely run to begin with. If this thing were to be scrapped, there would be no salvageable parts.

Hooptie of a car aside, Jeremiah arrived at the drop-off point about five minutes early. Fortunately, his customer was early as well. He loved when things worked out that way! Jeremiah was sitting on quality cocaine waiting to be doled out to whoever was literally itching for a fix. Just before he got out of the truck, he tucked away his .45, not wanting to scare them too much.

Delivery successful! Jeremiah grinned wide as he took hold of three large stacks of money. "Hell yes!" he laughed getting back into the truck. "Can't wait for my cut of this!" He wasn't quite done yet though. Because of the size of the delivery, Jeremiah was going to have to head back and drop this cash off. Kazumi would flip his s**t if Jeremiah went home with it.

[Rain_Aer]

Help me if you can. It's just that this is not the way I'm「wired 」
████ █████ ██████ ████ ██ ████ █████ ██████ ████
So could you please__help me understand why___you've given in to all these__reckless dark desires

YOU'RE LYING TO YOURSELF AGAIN; ↘____________________
_____________________________________(Suicidal imbecile)

______━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
❝You're pounding on a fault⌒line
What'll it take to get it through to you, 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 ↫
Over this, why do you wanna throw it away like this
Such a mess, well I don't wanna watch you❞
______━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

D.isconnect and self.destruct
o n e_____b u l l e t_____at _____a_____t i m e
Whats your rush now,___everyone will have his day to._die.
Medicated.__Drama Queen._Picture Perfect.__.Numb Belligerence.
Narcissistic. Drama Queen. Craving Fame And All It's Decadence.

One bullet at a time: What's your hurry, everyone will have his day to___die
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If you choose to pull the trigger, should your drama prove sincere, Do it somewhere far away from here

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YOU'RE LYING THROUGH YOUR TEETH AGAIN; ↘____________________________________________________________________________
YOU'RE LYING TO MY FACE AGAIN

A bandaged pointer finger jabbed ungracefully at the reset button of the office phone, thus the distraught voice on the other end of the line was lost. ❝Useless morons. . .❞ The Japanese-American male hissed discontentedly as he hung up the phone and proceed to boredly pick as the bright orange bandaid that coved the nasty paper cut he had gotten earlier while writing a few checks to his assets. ❝Can't anyone do their job right these days?❞ It was always him that had to clean up after these fools; they were like mere children and he hated kids. He already had enough work to do during his day, or clean, job as a financial advisor at Hearse Inc.; trying to keep weak drug dealers out of the line of sight of the law force was simply a pain in the a** after a hard day of work. The company was just so lucky to have Mr. Nakamuara on their side!

Kazumi had passed on going to Saturday evening mass once more. Instead, the corporate monster had decided to stay overtime at work that night; it was an often occurrence that he often let slip past his mind. Leaning back in his chair, his brown eye slid closed - the glazy blind one was still bandaged up and currently in the healing process - and all the while, behind closed eyelids, he could see spots of light dance in the darkness. He was exhausted. What time was it? It couldn't have been that late. . . He was probably just over working himself again. Perhaps it was time to head back home for the night. . . No, no, he could wait another hour, just incase someone completed a task or something of the sorts . . . And he wasn't going to nap either! He already got enough hell from his co-workers over his tendency to doze off at the desk.

Coffee. He needed coffee. Kazumi stood up from his desk and left his office. In the hall he passed a considerable amount of co-workers and employees, despite the time. A few greeted him with a "Good evening, Mr. Nakamura" or if they were the typical sultry female, it was a "Hello, Nakamura-san". He would simply wave them off and continue on his way until he made it to the break room which was rather luxurious in itself. After he poured himself a cup of fresh, black coffee, he went back to office and sat back down in his chair, where he crossed his legs comfortably and began to sip at his drink. This was life for him. Staying at the office for hours upon hours, waiting for money to just walk through that door.

[Half Man-half otaku2]

Jeremiah

Jeremiah wasn't worried about time as much getting back. He just had to make it there before some obscene amount of time. As for the junk heap he was pushing, Jeremiah followed the rules and dumped it, leaving no evidence of him ever being in it. A good friend of his met him there and drove him to the office where his own car was. "Thanks dude! I'll catch up with up you later, yeah?" he called running into the building. Once inside, Jeremiah's grin disappeared. No one in this building ever saw him with more than a blank expression.

Taking the elevator up to Kazumi's floor, Jeremiah entered to find him about to fall asleep. This guy was at it again. Kazumi could almost never operate properly without his drugs. "Nakamura. I'm back! Here's the payment," said Jeremiah as he tossed the bundles on the table. He never called his boss Kazumi to his face. It was his boss after all. That being said, he also didn't call him "Mister". He didn't respect him that much.

[Rain_Aer]

Help me if you can. It's just that this is not the way I'm「wired 」
████ █████ ██████ ████ ██ ████ █████ ██████ ████
So could you please__help me understand why___you've given in to all these__reckless dark desires

YOU'RE LYING TO YOURSELF AGAIN; ↘____________________
_____________________________________(Suicidal imbecile)

______━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
❝You're pounding on a fault⌒line
What'll it take to get it through to you, 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 ↫
Over this, why do you wanna throw it away like this
Such a mess, well I don't wanna watch you❞
______━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

D.isconnect and self.destruct
o n e_____b u l l e t_____at _____a_____t i m e
Whats your rush now,___everyone will have his day to._die.
Medicated.__Drama Queen._Picture Perfect.__.Numb Belligerence.
Narcissistic. Drama Queen. Craving Fame And All It's Decadence.

One bullet at a time: What's your hurry, everyone will have his day to___die
⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯
If you choose to pull the trigger, should your drama prove sincere, Do it somewhere far away from here

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YOU'RE LYING THROUGH YOUR TEETH AGAIN; ↘____________________________________________________________________________
YOU'RE LYING TO MY FACE AGAIN

Kazumi instantly felt his mouth twitch into a frown as soon as he heard the door open. This better be good news. . . He thought, leaning his tired self forward in his chair to rest his elbow on his desk. With his free hand, he brought his coffee back up to his lips and allowed dull expression to travel to the other drug trafficker. Oh, it was him. What's his face. He was actually one of the guys willing to get their hands dirty in this type of work. At least someone managed to not get themselves arrested that night. His gaze met the other's for a brief moment before he observed the cash that had been placed infront of him. It was a quality sum indeed.

❝Splendid.❞

He suddenly smiled deviously and picked up one of the stacks of money. He ran a finger over the edges of the bills; letting them ruffle and move like cards. Oh, the very smell of it made him feel drunk with power. Sighing contently, he placed the money down and glanced back up at Jeremiah. ❝I remember. . . The last person who was sent to retrieve a sum of money this large tried to run away with it.❞ And Kazumi had been to one to go to her house and retrieve it; leaving the place a horrid mess. He smiled at the memory as he began to count the money into piles. ❝At least some one remains loyal to the company.❞ He then paused for a moment as he did some quick mental math; determining the amount of money that would be equal to the cut that Jeremiah deserved. Once acquiring a sum, he picked up one of the stacks and began to count out the money quickly.

❝Here.❞ He slid the counted out stack of cash across the desk so that the other male could take it. ❝Treat yourself to something nice.❞ That was code for 'go away'. Now Kazumi would have to file all this money away- after taking out his share of course- and then wright a report to the higher ups. ❝In the morning, there will be a new agenda in your mailbox to tell you about the new deliveries.❞ He informed, picking up another stack of money so that he could fan the bills out.

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Jeremiah

The two men were always civil toward each other. They'd never done anything to upset the other. At least that was how things stood between Jeremiah and Kazumi at that point. Kazumi immediately perked up and snatched the money up, fingering through it to make sure all of it was there. He mentioned something about an unfortunate soul who ran off with a couple stacks like this. Jeremiah knew that person. They weren't very good at their job to begin with, so he didn't really feel sorry for them. "Yeah? Think I remember talk of that not long ago."

Loyalty? Is that what Hearse calls it? While he was a hard worker, it was more of a personal thing. Jeremiah hated this place and what it done to him. To his mother. Jeremiah looked at the table to see a stack just for him. Without hesitation, he took it and flipped through it. Not a bad haul! It was more than half the rent, that was for sure. Rosalie would be happy to see this!

With money in hand, Jeremiah had a smile of his own. He didn't care what else Kazumi had to say quite honestly. He did hear that he'd have his next couple of deliveries in the mail though. Jeremiah left the building and hopped into his own car, heading home for the night. Hopefully, Rosalie was home and cooked something for him.