Јəτ Səт ГдĐι0 [Open/Accepting!]

The next day is going to happen tonight. Please try to get your character rest so we can move on.

My character is already waiting on next day.	29.2%	[ 14 ]
My character is almost tucked in for the night.	25.0%	[ 12 ]
Wah! My character isn't even close. x.x	45.8%	[ 22 ]
Total Votes:			[ 48 ]

[Lord Lalilulelo]

◄Ӿɑѵɨϵɾ►
"Ⱦћε Ƚϵɢϵɳɗɑɾȳ ѡɵɫғ"
X X X X
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Xavier turned to Nero and paused for a moment before replying, confused by his disguise and taking in a few silent moments trying to analyze him until he recognized who he was. He simply nodded, because now since Caesar and he were working together, he had to respect ranking. No matter how much of a past they had together, or how good friends they were, that wasn't a part of the objective. X was always a militant in both mind, body, and perhaps soul. But the way he acted around anyone who was supposed to be his 'friend' wasn't the same way, for some that is. Usually, he was just quiet. He didn't move or speak until someone he respected or someone who was above him had ordered him to; it was a habit trained into his psyche. At least now, since he had freedom for a certain amount of time, he could make his own choices, say what he wanted. Carve his own future, one that lied within X X X X itself definitely. He probably didn't have to be persuaded to join X X X X at all, since he would have volunteered most likely. No matter what he was now, to himself and the people who trained and raised him... He was a soldier, a pawn in whatever war no matter how trivial. But some day.. Maybe he'd pass something other than his years of pain, killing, and deceit on to the future.

"Sure. Go ahead. I have skates built into my shoes, although they aren't my rollerblades. Just be careful riding my bike. It's precious."

Xavier was done talking now. He had to meet the rest of the gang now, in accordance with Nero's orders, and he had planned on doing so anyway. So he held up his cell phone and sent them all text messages.

To: B u l l 3 t
From: X
Subject: A pleasure to be working with you
I'm glad I could join you all. I'm hoping in the future, we'll accomplish much together. I may or may not have much else to say once I introduce myself formally. Just keep that in mind.
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◄ʘῤϵɾɑϯѻɾ Ӿ►

[Sin Delicious]

☠~♫【Ͼαșιɇɭ ❝Ҝαяιη❞ Ʉтαυ】♫~☠

☽〖☆〗ღ【♈】☾±☽〖☆〗ღ【♈】☾Black Stone☽〖☆〗ღ【♈】☾±☽〖☆〗ღ【♈】☾Black Stone☽〖☆〗ღ【♈】☾±☽〖☆〗ღ【♈】☾

As Karin danced around she saw Knives there and flew to her. She'd set a different sort of voodoo love spell up last night and it had absorbed the power of the full moon so this one jsut had to work. And it did seem to at first when they hugged. Her gorgeous leader's arms cinched around her waist and held her close as on of her hand's tilted her chin up and her lower lip trembled in happiness. At last the desired results. Knives's lips whispered on hers as she spoke incomprehensible words that seemed to fuzz before reaching her ears. The next thing she knew though, just before they really kissed, she was transported to the cave in the Aladdin movie filled with gold and gems and her eyea were dazzled. She stumbled forward at the loss of Knives's body but oh my jeezus! She was inside the sand tiger thing in a cave of forbidden treasures and my god if it wasn't filled with the prettiest, shiniest things she'd ever seen. She didn't mind being trapped here if she got all of this to herself. One thing she knew from experience though was that one could not, in fact, dive into a pile of gold coins and swim. It was a solid mass and actually sort of hurt.

Still, it was fabulous! The things she could do with these things. So many sparkling clothes and jewelry to be made. The second though, just like that little monkey, that her hand touched a particular gorgeous deep red ruby, she freaking woke up! A damn fine dream it had been before her phone went off, vibrating in her cleavage where she'd tucked it away. Startling awake with a muffled "Nyah~!" beneath the covers and struggling with the tangle of knotted sheets she battled with the blankets until she fell to the floor with a loud thump and nearly suffocated in the silk's grasp before freeing herself, gasping for air as she batted the blankets down around her, producing the phone from between her breasts and looking blearily at the screen, smiling as she rubbed at her eyes, clearing them to see Mage's name scrawled across the screen. The girl was lucky. Only two people could escape physical harm for waking Karin up. Then again, when she doubled checked the recieved time, she should have been awake by at least noon. "Ara~" she sighed in dismay, shaking her head at the time as she tried to recall what she'd been up to, tapping her brain in an attempt to wake it up and bring it up to speed.

Oh right, she had been, but then she took a nap after some big readings and tinkering around in this and that little shop, gathering new litting trinkets. She drited around the cluttered loft space and grabbed the brightest looking things and tossing them on or wrapping them around as the article required. She ended up in a crunched red wine mini dress with no back and a high lace collar draped with gold gems embedded with other colorful ones. On the back where her skin showed, there was an intricate lace and weave of golden and silver chain clipped from side to side to keep the dress at least closed around her. She slid on the matching sleeves after snapping them out and added the various thick golden bands at differen intervals along both arms, feeling the familiar weight settle around here.

Heading over to a cluttered dresser with scattered artificial appendages she pulled off random bits of jewelry, adding in several pairs of earrings and grabbing some clips for her hair as she flipped her head upside down, gathering her golden hair in a surprisingly black rubber band, snapping her hair in place in a nice ponytail, teasing it out a bit and then sliding in a large gem studded headband as well before brushing her bangs to the side a little, fussing over them a bit. Then came the light powder foundation, subtle eye make up, and some lip gloss. While her outfit was indeed explosive, she usually kept her make up to a minimum.

Fishing around the room for a bit she managed to produce a pair of crimson stilettos that laced up her calf with a moderate three inch heel and was bedazzled with fake diamonds and sequins all over. Looking at herself in the mirror she nodded her approval and grabbed a blinding white canvas bag that had been decorated with neon sharpie that had all the necessities with her seriously blinged out skates, her tarot cards, emergency potion and effects ingredients as well as vials and containers for any random object that she might come across that could be handy in the future, spare cash, lockpicks, and other little knickknacks.

It wasn't until she was out the door that she managed a reply to Mage, flicking the sparkling little phone open to reply.

To: Mage Babe~
From: Karin~
Sub: Re: Bored =[
Message: NYAAAAHN~! Karin missed it cuz she was sleeping Q~Q it was probably epic too but Karin is a dork .3. She will make it up tonight though and be helpful so please dun take her brain x-x; She will meet you for foodies first then we will go find knives~ <3

*~*SpArKlInG_GyPsY*o*

Satisfied she closed the phone and tucked it away, her smile growing as she stepped into the rain. "Rain water!" she cheered, digging into her bag immediately, her hand closing over an empty small glass vial as she pulled the stopper and held it out to the sky, allowing it to fill up. Fresh rain water was hard to come by when it was most needed and so she'd save this for a not rainy day. Rain water was very helpful in many little spells and the like.

Humming a merry little tune she skipped along the side walk, debating on whether or not to put on her skates to get to benten-cho faster. Of course the gang had known where the race was going to be, and Mage hadn't made the text seem like they were that far away yet, so that was the direction she headed after deciding against the blades for now. If she headed towards Benten-cho after such a debacle, they'd probably haul her in and....confiscate...all of her jewelry, and wasn't that just the scariest thing? No, it was much better to walk for now as she headed to the location while humming "Mary-san no hitsuji" hapily, the japanese version of mary had a little lamb, but a little warped thanks to the crowd she hung out with rubbing off on her.

[Lady Knives]

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Once the fantastical specter had successfully introduced the bustling new gang, Knives gazed down at the ant-like people as they dispersed, seeing the bubble-gum lights of the p0h-p0h coming to wreck the place. Smirking, the young woman tilted her head to either side, cracking her neck and pulling her phone from her jacket's pocket. It was time to summon up the gang and have a little talk over a cup of tea or coffee at their favorite chill-space: The Gypsy Den. It was a small coffee shop not far from the Benten-Cho spas, and would satisfy her craving for a lemon square and a cup of blood-orange green tea. Perfect!

To: H o c u s P o c u s
From: Knives
Sub: Hello my loves!
Message: As I all let you know today was our first exposure to the gangs, and it definitely won't be the last. To celebrate and socialize, since it has been a while since we've spent any quality time together, I'd like for all of us to gather at The Gypsy Den ASAP for some fun--and lunch--on me. I can't wait to see all of you! <3
- Knives

Knives slipped on a pair of black, fingerless gloves on and moved over to a roof-access ladder that had railings on either side that went all the way down. Within a few moments she was positioned with her hands gripping tightly on the rails, and the toes of her boots resting firmly on the rails. With a devious flash in her eyes she allowed her toes to loosen her grip, causing her to begin to slide quite quickly down the railing with a few loud howls of laughter and excitement before her feet firmly met the ground.

Next came the press of a button on either side of her legs, allowing bolted wheels to move out from the bottom of her slightly-platformed boots. She skimmed across the ground as though she were a skimmer on water, a smile lighting up her face as she made her way to The Gypsy Den. She was truly excited to see her fellow gang-members--and eat.

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[Nightmares Unleashed]

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The weather was such a drag today. To most people it was anyway. It left a lingering feeling of sleep and calming emotions. Maybe that was a good thing at times. To this one person, if you would even call this evil creation a person, it left a refreshed feeling in his mind. The smell of fresh rain on concrete, it was kind of intoxicating. Especially after his gang's grand entrance into the rudie world. Tonight, well, sense Benten-cho was in permanent night, today was just grand. The robed figure on a near by roof smiled as he watched with his own eyes the fruits of his labor. Those potions he created made some great effects. He'd have to ask his boss later for the payment for those potions and creations of his. Nothing was free in this person's eyes.

I would like to proudly introduce, the robed figure as he slowly came into sight. Blue hair was kept under some sort of hat with eyes on the top. From the shadows it could easily make the shape of a skull on his head. Some zig-zag lines ran through his cheeks and there was one marking on the top of his nose. A malicious grin was painted on the small face and the pure white teeth of a shark could be seen inside his mouth. The boy seemed to have a small stature, he even looked like he was no less then eleven. He looked so out of place in this modern looking world. With his robe flowing lazily in the breeze, with only his body keeping it from going off into the world, he looked like he belonged somewhere entirely different. But, that was just something of a style preference for this boy.

Meet, Zakuro Fiorire Deviluke. Only son to a Witch and a Man who believes he's the reincarnation of a Demon. His body, trapped in time because of one of his mystical creations. The only Witch Doctor within the Rudie world. A boy who was raised around the world of magic and darkness. The boy, who grants the wishes of those who have them in Tokyo. State you darkest desire, you greatest wish, your want! State it, and he shall grant you wish. Your wish shall be fulfilled, but the price is left to you and you only. Some say he takes after his father, a Demon who buys people's souls. Some believe his mother was the dominant one he took after. His knowledge in potions, creations, charms, and what-not is something near no one could rival ( except for the people in H 0 c u s P 0 c u s ). An odd boy who you will have a wish for, and you will be drawn straight to.

A slight jingle interrupted and a light pierced through the cloth of his robe. Reaching down into it, and after a few seconds of pulling near everything except for the device he was after, he finally pulled it out. The sound coming from it sounded like a lullaby, it had some sort of enchanting sound that got a person's attention. The cell phone was decorated in all kinds of 'mystic' charms. There was a rabbit's foot that was over a hundred year, a VERY shrunken head, and lastly, a cat's eyeball that had been preserved. The monitor on showed a name that made Zakuro's grin become even larger. "Knives-sama~. Nee~ " With a swift flick of his wrist the phone was flipped open and the message buzzed across the screen. A bigger grin came after he read it. Tucking the device back down into his robe, Zakuro skated to the ledge of the building he was on. The cop lights and sound of sirens would be heard in the distance. Maybe it would be best if he started to move it. A quick glance was given to his surroundings. His lucky charms must have been paying off~~. There was a ramp situated against the all of the building he was on. There wasn't even any distance between the wall and the ramp, it was made just to ride up the wall. Perfect.

Leaning slowly down, Zakuro kept grinning and then, gravity yanked him downward. Making sure to keep his skates against the wall, he skated down the wall. There was a very slight bump as he made contact with the ramp, but he glided right down it and onto the streets at a great speed. A few people around were awestruck at what they had just seen. The two hairs that stabbed out the hat on his head fluttered in the wind as he soured onward. Zakuro wasn't much of the trick doer, but he was able to get speed due to his small stature. "That little boost should make ASAP real easy~. He~ "

(( ZAKURO ISH UP~!!! Dun worry, Zakuro's talents will shine when I get him back to his hut < 3. As for now, just think teh building he glided off as a not so big one~ =///w //=
Knives, I luffles you still~ ))

[krazykillamofo]

"I wear the paint to hide my sins,
I carry a blade to cut the line of life from the finger tips of others,
I watch and wait to see you die..."

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Phyc stood around as he looked for his teammates. To no surprise, they were all missing. As always, Phyc ended up being the only one who really tried in his gang. This was the reason to RA's falling. it's members did not care about how it would end up and it's new leader was always missing. This was the final straw for Phyc. He was done with how the RA was run. He looked at a ow and saw his reflection in it. He turned to look right at it. He began to speak to it as if it were a real person. "From this day forward, I declare myself as the true leader of the Radical Air gang. No more of this bullshit with the GR, and no more high and mighty seat for The Shredz, no more drug pushing TS, down with the little Vroomz. No to mention the act of destroying this new gang full of tricks. I don't care if I'm kicked out of my own gang, I'm going to carry the RS name to the top."

Phyc turned around and rolled in to the middle of the street as the whaling the the police sirens could be heard, as well as the on coming lights. People were leaving the area as the came, but Phyc took this as a chance to do a few things at once. He grinned as he took a knee and dug in his bag for the elongated nozzle for his paintball gun and swapped it for the short one that was already in one of them. After placing the one he took off in to his bag, he brought out the snap on scope and attached it to the top of the gun. He cocked it and heard the air rush in to the holding tanks, but he twisted the regulator to hit the max amount and Phyc took aim as one of the cop cars could be seen in the distance from the lights on top.

Phyc staid in his knelled position as he took aim at the first car. He could see the face of the officer as they came in to rang of the gun, and with out hesitation, Phyc pulled the trigger and out cane a massive 'whoosh!' noise as the gun fired the ball out with such force that most of the air turned in to hot steam as it left the nozzle. The ball flew through the dark gloomy air with amazing accuracy as it struck the windshield of the car and splattered the sticky glowing goo all over the glass. This in it's self did the trick of causing the cars to halt suddenly and thus causing another three cars behind it crash in to it.

This is what was left for him to do. Cause as much panic and confusion as possible. This is how he was going to start it all off. With a bang. He didn't have to wait long as the tank filled up again and he was ready to fire. One after another, he landed the hits and the cars kept swerving to avoid the hit, but only succeed in hitting the car to their sides. Once Phyc was done slowing them down, that gave him enough time to take out the other gun and he began to spay a huge wall with well placed pick glowing balls that after a few moments of his creativity, he had posted up a massive tag that read the Gossip Royalty's many signs. It didn't matter if people saw him doing this, he just wanted people to see him, a member of RA tagging with a GR sign. After that was done, he bolted his a** out of their and sped through a few ally ways to get back to his home in the clock tower.

On his way, he almost hit someone in a rob, but managed to miss them by the slightest moments as his skates pushed him through the streets with enough speed to make him a blur to anyone who didn't notice him. Just a blue streak moving through the streets. After a few minutes of skating around, he came in to view of the massive tower, and with out a moment to spare, he arrived at the wall with a leap up in to the air and a land on the wall. He took hold of the rope that hung and sped up the side of it leaving a steak of water behind him. Once he reached the entrance, he rolled inside and pulled the rope up. He quickly turned off his skates and hurried over to his home and grabbed a towel. He was soaked to the bone because of all the rain, but it began clear up now.

Phyc moved over to his make up desk and grabbed the remover and cleaned his face . The paint was coming off for the night. After that was done, he removed the jester hat to show his white and black hair.. He liked to dye it in this fashion since it showed a bit of balance, but his life was anything but as he began to remove his cloths and hung them up to dry. He grabbed another pair, but looked back at the large mirror on the make up desk and it showed his scars. His face was scared from all the fighting and attacks he has survived over the years, his body was cut up from attacks and all his hard work in training himself and making the things he uses now, and his hands showed just how hard he has worked to get what he wanted. He had a pair of worker hands.

Phyc sighed as he began to change in to his new cloths. After that was done, it was back to the desk to apply some water proof cover up for the moth scars and then some fun with the nail polish he had. He did enjoy to paint his nails, even though it wasn't the norm, but then again, the whole GR is full of trannies. He placed in some old ear rings and pinned his hair where necessary. In no time, presto- chango! Phyc was now lookingsexy for once in a very long time. He grabbed a large wad of cash, he strapped his revolvers on to the inside of his jacket and put on his skates. Grabbed a pair of regular shoes and a back pack to carry the rest of his things with him. He went out of his house and locked it as he trailed over to the entrance and opened the umbrella he had with him. He threw the rope down and rolled down to the streets.

He hoped no one would recognized him. He wanted to get in to good touches with everyone at this party. be began his trek to the supposed club to where the party was going to be held, but he thought he should go visit his leader at her house since he doubted any one from his team was going to the party. He wanted to go and check up on how she was doing. they were best of friends. Even though she tried to keep where she lived a secret, being friends would one day lead him to her place, which was actually only a few blocks away from him. With that in mind, he rolled happily to the address and took the elevator to the floor that he was suppose to go to and reached the front door of the apartment room. He looked at it for a moment before knocking on the door. "Nai? You in there?" he asked loudly through the door.










"Ever wonder why those who use you the most, are always your best friends?"

✯

[Nialathy]

Airikuh
Of
Baby Vrooms

She giggled a little bit when he spoke. She was glad that he seemed so happy to go out with her. However, her overly stimulated mind went straight to thinking about why that could be: It could be the drugs, lord knew they were effecting her up the a**, or it could be simply because she was of the female variety, or even had a pulse, for that matter. "Yay." She said simply, smiling largely at his acceptance to her offer. She smiled once more as he simply dropped the other subject that she had so eagerly tried to hide, "Alrighty then." She said casually, she smiled back at him as he grinned. As she heard him allow them go to her house instead of his, she smiled even wider. He was probably hoping to go to his house for some extra fun. If she had her way, though, then they wouldn't have that much fun until she had a commitment, but who knew how long that'd take. "Yeah, it does, right? Thanks, Dmi." She said, not even noticing herself shortening his name.

She began to panic slightly as Dmitry moved her around while skating at a fairly high speed. At least, it felt as though it was a high speed, but that could have easily been because of the drugs, exaggerating the speed and distance of everything. It would seem likely, considering that damned black cat was there again and running infront of the pair. Well, hopefully it would stay there until the drugs wore off, as at least that way she would be aware of exactly when that was. She wouldn't want to volunteer to do something that required a clear mind, only to find out that she didn't have one. She listened as he spoke, happy that he had secured her before he had opened his phone. "Huh? O-Oh, yeah. Nothing happened." She said once more, continuing the lie that she had started before the race.

She looked back up at him as he spoke again, 'Oh! That's right! I didn't tell him where I live…' She thought, looking around at where they were. Well, they weren't that far from her apartment. With a slight blush, she began to answer him, "Oh, just umm… Take a right up here, and then it's the apartment complex on the right. Apartment 4A." She said casually. She smiled, closing her eyes for a few seconds before Dmitry spoke again, "Oh, yeah, it's still… It's still here. Drinking? Drinking… I don't drink. Like, ever." She said, giggling a little at how that must have sounded. A rudie that did drugs and not alcohol. Hopefully he wouldn't hold it against her, though.

"I sense there's something in the wind...
That seems like tragedies at hand.
And though I'd like to stand by him, I can't shake this feeling that I have.
The worst is just around the bend."

[Nialathy]

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❝Ayaka❞
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Ayaka gasped as Princess spoke about Miss Bun, but it suddenly turned into a smirk as she was invited to the baby shower with him. She listened to him speak inattentively, not wanting to miss a beat. And, luckily for her, the second Princess began to speak about rolling down the window, she followed the royalty's gaze and whipped out her phone, beginning to take many pictures as Minari's huge failure was pointed out to her. And to think she had been in a gang with him. To think he had been in a gang with any of them! If anyone ever brought that up to try and embarrass the Gossip Royalty, then she would have to pay someone to fix that person up nice and well. She grinned, pulling her phone back and looking at the photos, she hadn't gotten any of the boy falling, but him on the ground was clearly captured by many photos. It hadn't even crossed her mind until Princess brought it up to record the screams of the man that had fallen. Quickly, she pressed the record button and began to capture it on her phone. She didn't want to lose that memory. As soon as she was satisfied that she had captured enough of it, she turned off the record button, smiling to Princess. She quickly composed a text message to Princess, however it said nothing, only containing the sound of Minari's screaming. Pressing send, she smiled, "There you go, Princess~ It's all yours." She said, not even noticing if anyone else had sent Princess the sound or even took photos. She had been to enthralled by the sounds of violent screams.

{{Short post x.x}}

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❝Bang bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich❞
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[Chariiyaka]

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L e i k o (xxx)
T r ii p p y S h r 0 0 m z
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Cherry contentedly walked along side Nao until he stopped and moved away from her. She resisted the urge to pout at the loss of contact and simply followed after him, obviously he’d found something he wanted to tag. That something turned out to be what was clearly a freshly painted bench beside a bus stop. Well that was convenient. And who the hell painted them white anyway? That was just begging to be tagged over. Stupid people. Her blood red eyes watched his motions intently, following the trail of the black marker as it slid over the newly applied paint.

As the name of their gang slowly became clear Cherry’s mind seemed to suddenly dredge up a little detail she had forgotten about. That little detail being Eth. Where the hell had he disappeared to? She’d totally forgotten about him until just now, it sounded harsh but she wasn’t about to deny it, besides it had been a little difficult to concentrate on such things when trying to stay the right way up while skating. An almost evil looking smirk crossed over her face as more details came back to her. They had made a bet and she had totally and blatantly won. Was she going to make him stick to it? You bet she was damn well going to make him stick to it, it was him who’d come up with it in the first place. Hm, maybe she could invite him to the celebrations later, that would prove to be fun then she realised what had made her remember him in the first place. Drugs. He’d totally had something against them so maybe he wouldn’t want to come and celebrate, then again its not like she’d be force feeding him pills or anything so maybe he would. Well she could always ask then maybe she could have some fun with him and Nao and of course anyone else she took a liking to.

While Nao was distracted with his tagging Cherry took out her phone and flipping it open clicked on her contacts so she could compose a message to Eth. After several minutes scrolling she was annoyed. Very annoyed. She hadn’t gotten his ******** number! The guy had practically promised to strip for her and she hadn’t even gotten his number! What the hell was wrong with her! What was she supposed to do search the whole damn city and just hope she stumbled across him again. Or maybe she could go looking for another shreadrerz member, surely they could point her in the right direction. Stupid b***h. Whether that comment was directed to herself or not even she wasn’t sure either way she just knew she’d get what she wanted in the end one way or the other, she always did.

She was distracted then by Nao asking her what she thought of his tag. She distractedly slipped her phone back into her bag, if she couldn’t find Eth she’d just have to get what she wanted out of Nao then, it seemed fair enough to her and more than acceptable a choice, besides she had to admit he was pretty hot. She flicked her eyes over to what was now a completed tag and she smirked before flicking her eyes up to meet his again, “Not bad.” She said admiringly. Okay so that was an understatement, in all honesty it was pretty good, she liked the way the lines of the image had been left white not the other way around as was common. “My turn!” She called before stealing the black marker out of his hand and skating away casting her eyes around for something else to tag. Thinking about it, it had been a while since she’d just gone out and tagged things, she’d been spending way too much time dancing at clubs and not practicing her other artistically focused talents which was kind of bad seeing as apart from being a good dealer and making money that way her artistic talents were all she had really. Looking around she soon found a suitable place to tag, a strangely blank wall further down the street. Coming to a stop Cherry uncapped the thick black marker and set to work starting with their gangs name of course. She wasn't going for anything particularly amazing or showy but more simplstic and so she was soon finnished. "Aaaall done!" She called stepping back and re-capping the marker.

Now then time was getting on and she still wanted, no needed a shower before going out later, she was a girl and yes she did fit into the sterotypical category of 'girls always take too long to get ready' mainly due to the fact that she had too many clothes and deciding what to wear generally took time plus she tended to get distracted easily by music and it would probably take half the time she did if she wasn't dancing around everywhere. However she already had the perfect outfit in mind for later; she'd made the mistake of wearing what sheconsidered as lots of clothes during the race so she was going to wear the least amount of material possible while still actually wearing clothes.

Cherry skated back over to Nao and slipped the black marker back into his back pocket though she negelcted to remove her hand from said pocket afterwards and she pulled herself closer to speak, "So I totally need a shower and your more than welcome to join me. I'll make sure you enjoy it." She stated bluntly a delicate arching eyebrow and a smirk accompanying her words. "You said something about wanting to stop off at your place?" She repeated questionningly. Well that was fine with her, she still needed to figure out which direction her apartment was from here. She had a vague idea but they'd gone in a different direction to the one she was used to from the spa's so she wasn't entirely sure. Okay so she might as well admit it, directions and her really didn't get along, well it wasn't her fault, she hadn't excatly bene living here long anway so her sense of direction would naturaly be infinitely worse. She'd figure it out she was sure. "The sooner we go the sooner you get to see me all dressed up," she added on sweetly. It would probably be more accurate to say dressed down considering what she'd be wearing but she was sure he'd understand.

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Sex, drugs, rock and roll
Speed, weed and birth control
Lifes a b***h untill you die
So f*ck this sh!t,
And lets get [ h i g h ] ! !

»» // [ B!tch, Bite Me. ] ! ! - - - ☠☠

[-Naosuke Ibuka-]

☆═━┈┈━═☆❤☠ɱągε☠❤☆═━┈┈━═☆

Well, if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say.
I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way...

Just as her text to Karin had been sent, Miyako flipped her phone closed and took a few long puffs from her marijuana cigarette. She had literally just tucked the cell between her breasts when a young man approached her. Her eyes had just fluttered up in time to see the fancy u-turn and his body straighten out. He looked familiar, and the more she studied his features, she remembered that his name was Issac, a fellow member of Hocus Pocus. She greeted him with a smile as he rolled toward her, cleaning the collected droplets of rain from the lens of his glasses. He greeted her and spun in the light drizzle, which caused her to giggle. He had a presence about him; something deep inside that she recognized from Knives, Karin, and herself. He was definitely involved in the realms of the dark magics.

”You must be Issac, right? Pleasure to meet you~! I'm Ma-” The introduction was cut off as she felt the phone between her breasts vibrate. If she would have been on skates, she would have fallen. Luckily for her, she decided against her skates in this weather, and all she did was jump back. ”Ah! My boobs are vibrating!” Before her hand could reach into her cleavage, the vibrations ceased for a moment, only to begin again. She began to giggle as she fished the phone out, flipping it open and taking a moment to read the message from Karin and the one from Knives. Once finished, she opened up a reply to Karin and her thumb clicked in a rhythmic sequence.

To: Karin <3
From: Mage
Subject: Re: Bored =[
Okay. I won't take your brain. Only cause I <3 you lol. Don't worry about meeting up with me now. I'll see you when I get to The Gypsy Den. And no worries! I just ran into Issac and he's keeping me company. =3

~*~Mage~*~


Once the message was sent, she flipped the phone closed and slid it back into it's home between her breasts. As she turned her attention back to Issac she pulled the joint from her mouth, again taking a few pulls off of it. ”Sorry about that! It was Knivey and Karin-chan. Everyone's heading over to The Gypsy Den for lunch and celebration. You're coming, right?” She finished her sentence and finally exhaled the gray cloud she had been holding in her lungs and offered her companion a drag off the joint. ”As I was saying, I'm Mage. Want some?”

Well I'm not okay. I'm not o-fuckin'-kay!

[Lady Pelvic]

♔ ♕ ♚ ♛ ρ я ii ɲ ȼ є ʂ ʂ
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Do you have a first aid kit handy?
Do you know how to patch up a wound?
Are you patient and understanding?
I need some time to clear my hole in my heart.

Princess found this hilarious. The blonde scared male didn't bother Princess. Who was this guy anyways? Clearly another misfit, if he was standing up for Minari. And to Princess, misfits were unimportant. Didn't matter, Ayaka already captured poor Minari's painful cries, and gushing face. Princess giggled as Ayaka sent both sounds, and picture to her phone. She immediately set his cries as her ring tone. She played it back, and continued to laugh hysterically. Princess couldn't get over how funny this was. She waved off both Minari and the blonde as the driver drove away. She wiped the tiny tears from her eyes, from laughing so hard. She reviewed the pictures of the hurt Minari, and chuckled alittle more. Finally calming down. Her phone buzzed with Mariya's text, nodded, and explained to the driver where they were headed. " Oh that was hilarious~ Hisa, call me. You must hear my new ring tone. ", she giggled. She absolutely fell in love with the ring tone. This was a constant reminder of how much Minari was a failure, and unworthy to be in Gossip Royalty.

It was funny. Princess constantly ridiculed Minari, especially his apperance, and yet, Soubi looks the same way. And Princess realized this, but for some reason, in her mind, they were different. Same body, yes, but Soubi had a much more attractive personality. Soft spoken, refined, romantic, everything Princess wanted in a man. Minari spoke very little, rude, didn't show up to class, lacked any sort of character. And most importantly he was a misfit. He didn't flaunt his riches, his 'good looks', he acted nothing like the typical Tokyo U students. Princess, one could say, didn't like outcasts, at all. Princess indeed was very judgement, and stereotypical. She refused to accepted 'unique' and 'different' people in her life. It was either her way, or the high way. She perfer not to associate herself with the wierdo's. After all, you are who you hangout with. And Princess, was no wierdo. She was fierce, geniune, rich, cocky, and those were the people she mingled with.

Anywho, they were on their way to Mariya's 'mansion' and about to get 'crunk'. There was no time to think about Minari and he stupidity. No, the race was over, and it was time to live the night up. And he would with alittle help of Vodka. Princess, flipped threw her contact list, until he reached 'Q'. She had to tell Queen what she was up to, since the idea of tea time was now canceled. If it was one drink Princess enjoyed more then tea, was Vodka.

To: Queen <3
From: Princess
Subject: Party at Mariya house.
Message: Since you stood me up at the race, I'm not going to your house for tea. Instead, I'm going to Mariya's 'mansion' for a GR party. You're more then welcome to join us, . . . it would make up for you not showing up. </3 [Insert Address and Code here]

Sent. Princess really did Queen could at least make this GR event. They wouldn't have to mingle with any of the street rats. It would just be Princess' friends. And most of all, no Minari. Halujia! " I am sooo exciting. This will be a fabulous way to end the day. Drinking with my closest friends, and having a grand time. Mm, Lexi-love? You alright? You weren't laughing at the misfit like I thought you would. Poor, darling, still shooken up by 'Hocus Pocus' ? My love, it's done and over with, we're off to have an amazing night~ Though, I refuse you drinking. Actually, you shouldn't be coming at all. But. . we're already on our way. . . just, please behave my dear? Yes? " Yikes. Princess didn't think that far ahead. Honestly, she temporarly forgot Lexi's age. She was 12, going to a drinking party. Sure, she had a brain of an eighteen year old, but still, she was young, . . to young to be exposed to such things. But, it was either at the drinking party, OR, at Nana's bathhouse, which wouldn't be much better. Considering all the wild parties Nana has. " Alright, I invited Queen. She better come, since she didn't meet up with me at the race. Which, I'm still mad about. She better have a good reason. " Princess was a bit aggrivated that Queen didnt' show up. Her best friend, said she was coming, then didn't make an apperance. Luckly, she had Ayaka, Hisa, and Lexi to accompany her bordem. Bottom line is Queen better have a damn good reason for not coming.

Besides, what or who could POSSIBLY be more important then Princess?

Nobody.

So how are you going to fix it?
Baby, I gotta know.
What are you going to do?
Baby, I gotta know.
What are you going to do?

X X X X XX X X X X

[-Naosuke Ibuka-]

☮☮☮Ҭђɇ ℒɑȋɖ-βɑȼӄ, Ͼяɑҏʈɑ§ʈȋȼ, §ʈɸиɇя ℳɑи™☮☮☮

"ɳɑø"

T r ii p p y S h r 0 0 m z

Pop pills * Pills I pop * Pop two pills * On stilts I walk
Snorted two lines that were filled with chalk * Thought it was Incredible I killed the Hulk
I wanna roll away * Like a rollerblade * Until my eyes roll back in my skull for days
And when I'm old and gray * Look for coke to smoke * I overdose
When I pack up my nose with coke *cough cough cough*
Am I supposed to choke?

Before he realized what was happening, Cherry had grabbed the marker from his hand and begin to draw her own tag. For the first few seconds, Nao watched the tip of the marker release the ink from within to stain the newly painted bench. That didn't last very long. Soon, the emerald orbs shifted onto her body, slowly tracing each and every curve of her body. They came to a stop on her rear, admiring it only for a moment before she righted herself and returned his marker. The intoxicated green eyes shot back up, locking onto the crimson ones across from him when he felt the hand slide into his back pocket. In a way, he was a little disappointed that the limb hadn't 'rummaged' around or tried to discretely grab his backside. That wasn't much of a let down, though, when she mentioned the two of them showering together. ”Dunno if you know, but I'm kinda a hippie. We gotta shower together so we can conserve water.”

He wrapped his arm back around her waist as they started again on the trek to his apartment, which luckily wasn't very far. They turned down the street just before the spas and stopped at a house a few in from the corner. ”I'll be quick. Promise~” Before leaving her, he leaned down and reconnected their lips. He used the arm he snaked around her waist earlier to pull her closer, bringing their bodies to touch. Ever so slowly he tilted his head to the side, deepening the connection between their lips for a few long moments. As he pulled away and broke the kiss, he places a few soft, gentle kisses on her lips before righting himself. His hand slowly released her body as he took a step back, gave her a wave, and ran up the back flight of stairs.

The apartment wasn't anything special. Hell, it wasn't even technically an apartment. It was an attic that he rented from one of his customers. He unlocked his door and pushed it open, revealing the small space. The place wasn't spectacularly clean, but it was far from a mess. His bed hadn't been made and there was a small pile of clothes on the floor near the makeshift closet, which consisted of a tension rod between two of the house's beams. There was a small black couch across the room, with a television on a table a few feet away and his laptop sitting open on one of the cushions. A lot of people never realized that drug dealers made quite a hefty sum of money (in his position, any way) and that he could afford things like that.

He walked over to his bed, dropping his board onto the mattress and emptying his pockets, leaving four large baggies next to his wheels. He dodged the dirty clothes and made it to his closet, quickly picking out a black t-shirt with the '1-Up' mushroom from Mario silk screened on the front and a black hoodie to put on over it. He tossed those onto the bed as well, grabbing his messenger bag from beside his bed. He sat on his mattress, the springs groaning under the weight as he reached under it, grabbing a large lock box and pulling it up onto his lap. His hand gripped the small silver key and turned it, unlocking the box. Sure, it was stupid to keep the key in the lock, but thanks to all his years of drug usage, his short term memory was shot to s**t.

Inside the box was his stash, all the drugs that he bought. While most of it was sold, he dipped into it regularly. He was making his money back and then some so there was no reason not to. Why? Sell it all or separate some for himself? That was just too much of a hassle. His hands dug through the bags, picking out some more of the purple haze, a few more tabs of acid, and another two ounce bag of mushrooms. It seemed like so much, but after all, it was a party to celebrate TS's victory. He had every intention on getting wasted and getting everyone there, too.

Large hands gathered all the bags and his clothes and shoved them into his messenger bag. It was then he saw, in his perphal vision, that his phone was left behind in his rush to make it to the race on time. He picked it up, and noticed the message Echo had sent out before the race. He smiled a little and opened up a reply.

To: Echo
From: Nao
Subject: Sorry...
I'm a total a** and left my phone at my place. I guess you know we totally won, thanks to Dmitry. Kinda sad you couldn't make it to the race or out to the celebration. Was lookin' forward to meeting all of TS. We gotta make some plans, ok?

>>Nao<<


Now that the message was sent, he shoved the phone into his pocket. He grabbed his bag and his board and left the attic, locking the door before running back down the steps. Once outside, he rested his board on his hip and draped the bag around his neck and over one shoulder, leaving the bag to rest on his opposite hip. He gave Cherry a lopsided smile. ”Wanna smoke half a joint on the way?”

I take a couple uppers * I down a couple downers
But nothing compares * To these blue and yellow purple pills
I been to mushroom mountain * Once or twice but who's countin'
But nothing compares * To these blue and yellow purple pills.

[YoukaiTori]

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ɪ ϯ xxxʗ σ μ ɭ ɖ Ƞ ' ϯ xxx ɓ е...

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The pain that coursed through the side of his face was nothing compared to the ache in his heart, the pain of being forced to watch his former teammates laugh and ridicule him. As if to add salt to the wound he could hear the distinct sounds of phones snapping pictures, a video or two surely mixed in with them. His injured face pressed to the ground he allowed a weak laugh to escape, a compromise for refusing to allow any tears to fall throughout the entirety of the ordeal.

Just when he thought that the pain would subside into a cold numbness the screech of a motorcycle stopping filled his ears, causing him to slowly lift his head away from the ground. Spread across the pavement was a crimson liquid, Minari’s stomach beginning to twist into tight knots at the mere sight of it. ‘Just keep moving… don’t think about it.’

Lifting his eye to meet the blonde’s he forced a smile, shaking his head at the inquiry. “It’s fine, I don’t want to burden you with anything ridiculous.” Besides, that’s why he had his own servants. They were the ones that were supposed to take care of him, ensure that he was healthy and provided for. Digging out his phone from its pocket he hit speed dial for his driver, hanging up immediately after the first ring echoed. That was more than enough indication that he needed to be picked up and if the man failed… well, he’d be in search of a new job by the next sunrise.

“Listen…” Sighing he knew that it would be impossible to explain to a complete stranger his motive for everything, but he had to at least try. Just in case. “I don’t know if you’re… a vigilante or whatever, but… Just leave them be. Don’t try to be all heroic and defend my honor.” Pausing he touched his jaw, finally realizing the true extent of his gash. Were band-aids really going to be sufficient enough for that? Well, if worse came to worst he’d simply have to make a visit to his step-father’s surgeon.

“Thank you… for at least caring…” It felt different to have someone showing any interest in him, at least when that interest wasn’t born of hate. With a weak smile he nodded to the blonde, slowly skating towards the awaiting car and climbing into the back seat. Inside he could tell his driver was struggling not to stare in the rear-view mirror at his grotesque features, the shame finally settling in. “Just…drive.”

“Yes, sir.”

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...σ яxxxʗ σ μ ɭ ɖ xxxɪ ϯ ?

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[Kilswig]

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Ңѳϖ ɑbѳut Ί shѳw yѳu ɑ mɑgic trick? ...I'll mɑke yѳu disɑҏҏɘɑr, Fѳrɘver~♪
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Pushing himself into a slow glide, Issac moves himself towards the wall next to Mage, leaning against it almost simultaneously to when her phone catches her attention. "Yep, I'm Issac, and you can go ahead and take care of your phone..." he says while noticing that he has a bit of rub burn from earlier "...unless that isn't a phone..." he thinks to himself, which causes his grin to spread to a calm smile. To his surprise, Issac's phone sounds off a four note chime, shortly after mage had begun reading her texts.

Reaching into his pocket, Issac is slightly annoyed; having never really liked the idea of "texting". He flicks open his phone, his control panel left there from his last use, before pressing the end key on his phone to close the application, he reactivates his sleeve gimmicks, since he's not going to be speed skating for a while. Now, on the standard welcome menu of his phone, Issac presses the down key on his directional pad, opening up his phones mailbox, he navigates his way to his new message. "...The Gypsy Den, I don't remember where that is..." he thinks to himself before he hears his companion's voice.

After hearing her statement Issac quickly thinks over her statement before responding, lucky for him that she was distracted by her joint; "Knivey'?...ah, boss! Karin... I cant match a face to that name, but I remember something about jewelry..." he thinks to himself before he realizes that she can lead him to the Gypsy Den... since she's going there too. After he notices that she offered him a drag of her joint, Issac quickly answers with "Nah, the closest thing to drugs that I do is tobacco." he says pulling out a loose cigarette from his breast pocket, "And yeah, I got the same message, so I feel obligated to go. Lead the way!" pushing himself off the wall, he slips the cigarette into a different pocket.

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Initializing status readout display...
XInitialization complete, Displaying equipment status:
XiSkates: Gimmicks enabled
XXSleeve: Gimmicks enabled
XXxFuel: 95% full
XXXXKnife status: sheathed
XXXXxBattery: 90% Full
XXXXXxIgnition source: Intact

[-Naosuke Ibuka-]

☆═━┈┈━═☆❤☠ɱągε☠❤☆═━┈┈━═☆

Well, if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say.
I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way...

"Ah. Sorry about that. Hope it doesn't bother you 'cause well....I need my pot," Mage said with a smile as she walked along side her companion, bringing the joint back to her lips. Again she took a long pull, the end of the cigarette glowing a bright red and sizzling loudly when a stray drop of water hit the lit embers. She pulled it away from her lips and brought it to her side so her body was between the marijuana and Issac. She held in the smoke for a few long seconds before pursing her lips outward, blowing the smoke away from her company.

Just as asked, she began to lead the way toward The Gypsy Den, which she knew all too well. The place was awesome, the atmosphere was to die for, and the food was incredible. The most exciting parts were the fact that Knives was buying lunch and she was able to see Karin. She was glad Knives was buying; she only had a couple hundred yen left to her name, which meant she'd have to do more readings, and seeing Karin was always a happy occasion. But speaking of her fellow gang members, she was curious about the one rolling alongside her.

Her violet contact covered eyes looked up at him with a smile, her optics studying him. Her powers of reading people only go so far. All she could tell was that he was involved in the same things she was, and he was obviously a smoker. Her smile grew a bit she met his eyes. "So what kind of magic do you do? You obviously do something if you're in Hocus Pocus. Do you like...pull a rabbit out of your hat? Or do you make someone disappear~? Like, disappear the way the Yakuza makes you disappear?"

Well I'm not okay. I'm not o-fuckin'-kay!

[Lady Pelvic]

» » » » l l l l R y 0 f u Xx❀xX N e i N e i

☞ Love me or hate me that it's still an obsession.
☞ Love me or hate me that is a question.
☞ If you love me. . . . ******** you. ♥
☞ If you hate me. . . . ******** you. ♥

Halujia, the rain seemed to be ending just as the race was. Or, at least it got alot lighter. The race, seemed to take forever, but it was a rather long distance. So, that hot boy who she met earlier, won. He must of been a Tripper Shrooms memeber. Wouldn't that be fun, if the prize for winning was many years in jail for possession. Actually, the one who announced herself as DJ KRONOS also deserved to be arressted, since she was the one providing such drugs. Man, there were so many people who needed to be under custody. As soon as the race was finished Ceasar decided to take leave, on some blondes bike. If Ryofu could make a guess, she would debate if this guy was a new member to XXXX? Well, if anything she could introduce herself as Ryofu, but not as Zero. Not yet. Dressed as Ryofu, she would act like the solo skater Ryofu. Later, he would get a look at her true apperance. " Alright! That was pretty intense man! Oh man! And that guy just took a face plant straight to the ground! Oh man! Hahaha. ", she laughed. Ryofu wasn't laughing at Minari because of the same reason Princess was. Princess as simply being a b***h. Ryofu just found it funny. It was like watching a movie that was based on slap-stick humor. When people got hurt it was funny. Especially face plants. Like MTV 's Scarro, or whatever the show was called. It was basicly skaters who got face plants the worse. That show as hilariously painful. People lose teeth, had blood gushing, stiches. It was a fun show to watch.

Ryofu would of offered to help the boy on his feet, however the new memeber already beat her to it. Ah well. Ryofu waved to Ceasar and he seemed to be leaving. To do what? None of her business. Ryofu wasn't ever into her leaders business. Besides, it was a sign that he trusted them, his gang, enough to be doing something productive on their own. That Bullet didn't need Ceasar as a constant babysitter. Well, at least Zero didn't need one. Nor did Mio. As for the new guy and Adele, maybe they did. Especially Adele, she was very innocent, and seemed to be easily taken advantage off. If Zero had a say, Adele would of been the weakest link. Anyway, hopefully Ceasar too would be doing something productive, and not. .. oh I dunno, going back to a porn shop, shopping for something sexy for Adele to wear. The idea of them to, together, was slightly aggrivating, since it already screwed around with their work. A sex shop. Geez. Ryofu mingled over to the scared blonde male, and held out her hand. " " Hay! I'm Ryofu! These are my BFF's, Mio, and Adele. " Now that Ryofu had a closer look at the new XXXX memeber, his face was surely messed up. Scars. Yikes. Of course, it was rude to stare, so she made eye contact, instead of eye x scar contact. She bit her tongue, not wanting to be a bad first impression. Though, with having such a mark on his face, he must of been used to get stared at all the time.

Well, what did he expect? He had a damn scar on his face.

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( ( ( Oh, I think they like me. ) ) ) ❀ ( ( ( Haters wanna fight me. ) ) )