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[Virus Galore]

✖✖✖ D[Dee]

「ωąяиιиg ℓąвєℓş 」

DRAGO VON KAZAKOV
_____________If you can't take the heat, don't tickle the dragon.
Oh yes, my kind does exists.

౦ ℓooк ατ мє! ωατcнa ℓooкιn' ατ?
There was a time when I was young.

౦ τнosє мιnoя đєταιℓs
Well, his nickname is quite obvious. Just the first letter of his name. The wasn't many creativity around when they thought of a nickname for him. Drago was born one day in February, he isn't sure what day thought, still he claims it was the 29.. Because it makes him feel younger. Since his birthday only will come once every four years. He is one of the Senior slaves simply because he just turned fifteen, though if you ask him, D will say he is only three, cause of the leap years. He is a male just in case the bulge on the front of the short shorts he wears isn't obvious. Though, it is understandable if some people mistake him from time to time, after all his kind lack females and some of the males take the role of the girls, thus looking more feminine. That means that Drago can have children. But only with others of his own race. He isn't very tall, standing around 5'4 but the type of shoes that he wears give him a few extra inches in height.

౦ đιvє ιnτo τнє мιnđ
The best way to describe him, is that D suffers of a couple mental disorders including Agoraphobia, Schizoaffective disorder, and a sleep disorder known as sleepwalking. So in other words, he is a shy and odd one. Thankfully, there are some drugs that help to control his hallucinations, delusions, and panic attacks. When he has taken his meds, he can pass off a somewhat normal sweet boy, a mother hen, that is kind of shy, a bit jumpy towards loud sounds and more often than not will be lost in his own world, so when people ask him something, most of the things he will say won't make any sense at all. But when he doesn't oh boy. Drago will be extremely jumpy. His hallucinations will become more real and if the dragon succumb to the extreme paranoia may result in the death of a few couple of people.

D likes to please people and hear that he has been a good boy. It just makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside knowing that he did something that made someone else happy. Probably the most amusing thing about him, is that even if he is rather shy, he really enjoys dressing up in pretty and slutty clothing.

It is only around people he likes and trusts that he will be able to overcome his shy nature. Normally he is a nice person, thanks to the drugs, but don't mess with the people he likes or do something to really upset him. Because that may just trigger the sleeping dragon inside him that is lusts for blood.

౦ đιvє ιnτo τнє мєmoяy
Another of Cobra's not very successful experiments. Before that, well. There isn't really much to say. All he knows about his past is his name, and that he was in some sort of car crash that cost Drago his family and put him into a comma for two years. When he woke up, well, he was under Cobra's special care. He guessed, the hospital didn't want to waste time and money on him, and seeing how he had no family and that Cobra man was willing to throw some money, they thought it was easy to just ship him off somewhere else where so they could experiment of him and just wash their hands.


౦ ωє cαn яєωяιτє нιsτoяy
The Social Virus
Dodger blue, E30B5C, #D70040
Learn to Fly - Foo Fighters
Inside the Fire - Disturbed
In Bloom - Nirvana
Lemon Tree - Fool's Garden
Meddle not in the affairs of the dragon; for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup!

[Virus Galore]

Freak out
And give in
Doesn't matter what you believe in
Stay cool
And be somebody's fool this year
cause they know
Who is righteous, what is bold
So I'm told

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Hipsters unite
Come align for the big fight to rock for you
But beware
All those angels with their wings glued on
cause deep down
We are frightened and were scared
If you don't stare

[Virus Galore]

He’s the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he don't know what it means
don't know what it means
when I say

☢ ☣☢ ☣☢ ☣☢ ☣☢ ☣☢ ☣☢ ☣☢ ☣☢ ☣☢ ☣☢ ☣☢ ☣☢

The room was filled with the heavy and hollow breathing of one young boy, drawers were pulled and contents were scattered around the place, where the boy was? That was simple, the medical wing of the building. What was he doing there? If that wasn't obvious enough, D was looking for something. You see, the silver haired boy always received his medications from the good Doctor here, always getting enough to last him for a week. But there had been a little accident, and well... Drago end losing his last pills. He almost tore that damn sink of the wall in hopes of getting said pill. And when he was not able to do so, D just broke down into sobbing and sulking. That was until the bright idea of going to the medical section crossed his mind. He was bond to find some! Problem was that being almost twenty-four hours without them meant that the effects of his syndromes were starting to take effect and cloud his mind. He could already hear them, footsteps that you hear as soon as you stop walking and felt as he was being watched, but as soon as he turned around, Dee will find out that he was alone. Making his paranoia to grow a level. The boy could hear and feel his heart beating madly against his ribcage and a thin layer of sweat formed on his forehead. Golden eyes were squeezed close as he tried to regulate his breathing... Just.. Calm down.. There is no one there.. But no matter how hard the tried to cling to the more... Sane part of himself, D, couldn't shake off the irrational fear that had clung to his very soul.

Just where... Did that doctor keep the pills?! They... They just couldn't disappear on their own! Right.. Unless.. Golden eyes narrowed into snake like slits as a wild and feral look crossed the normally passive face of young D. Could it be... Yes, yes that must be it. Someone took them away, because they didn't want him to get well.. By this point nothing that he was thinking was making any sense, his mind was clouded, all young Drago could think now where, if not absurd, reasons and ways of some stranger to kill him. Things were sent flying across one of the rooms in the in the medical section, where he was currently in, crashing against the walls, broken glass laying around the floor, the stockings that were part of his current outfit where already ripped and bloody, thanks to the brand new cuts over his lithe form, a courtesy of the broken glass.

Finally, he collapsed, Body hitting the floor as eyes once again slip closed. Dee curled up some in a corner, hands pressed against his pointy ears as he rocked his body some, the blood covered hands staining the pure crown of silver hair on top of D's head. Pale lips moving as the boy keep on repeating the phrase Not there, over and over like some sort of mantra, so fast that it was hard to understand what the boy was mumbling, thinking that perhaps, it would help him break free from his current delusions that were becoming more and more vivid by the second. He didn't want to go down that road.. The young boy really hated knowing that he could easily lose himself to those hallucinations. But, it was just so hard to distinguish between what is real, and what is not.. At least, it is for him, reason why he needs his pills.

Every little sound, whether it was real or not had him screaming and kicking, throwing things around the place. It was only natural that such thing was heard and thus, members of the gang that either helped around the medical area or where in search of the Doctor were lead towards poor delusional Dee. And they tried to help, but it only made thing much worse. With screams of no and go away, he did launch to his 'attackers'. Clawing and tearing skin, teeth sinking deep enough to bring out blood. Anything at his hands reach could and would be used as a weapon.

It was a mad house down there. At this level of his symptoms the only remedy was to get Drago to calm down, was by heavily sedate him. It was not the first time such thing happens, and it was not going to be the last, so to be safe there were already some injections somewhere prepared just in case his paranoia made him go berserk like that. Oh, and those injections really work wonders, making D calm down in matter of minutes until he is docile as some little pup.

The hard part was however, being able to give him the needed shot.

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He’s the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he don't know what it means
don't know what it means
when I say yeeeaaahhh

[Virus Galore]

Freak out
And give in
Doesn't matter what you believe in
Stay cool
And be somebody's fool this year
cause they know
Who is righteous, what is bold
So I'm told

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Oh my, Charles was really enjoying the little show that Angel was giving him, even if it wasn't very willing from the boy's part. Ah, his favorite part was indeed the end of the white dress, for the fabric did little to cover the birdie's cute little a**, making it quite tempting for Greed to just reach over and pinch Angel's butt. His mind was already filling with the oh so many possibilities of things that Greed could do with the boy, when a sudden change made him blink. Not a change

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Hipsters unite
Come align for the big fight to rock for you
But beware
All those angels with their wings glued on
cause deep down
We are frightened and were scared
If you don't stare

[Virus Galore]

Freak out
And give in
Doesn't matter what you believe in
Stay cool
And be somebody's fool this year
cause they know
Who is righteous, what is bold
So I'm told

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Oh my, Charles was really enjoying the little show that Angel was giving him, even if it wasn't very willing from the boy's part. Ah, his favorite part was indeed the end of the white dress, for the fabric did little to cover the birdie's cute little a**, making it quite tempting for Greed to just reach over and pinch Angel's butt. His mind was already filling with the oh so many possibilities of things that Greed could do with the boy, when something just felt different. And in just a matter of seconds the raven haired male knew just what was off, and a soft chuckle escaped pale lips. Oh, look who was out to play... Dear James. Birdie really was an interesting piece, it was really having three toys in one. Some he liked more than others though. Angel was indeed his favorite, the boy being too shy and cute for his own good, it was a personal goal of his to make Angel talk someday. James.. He liked that boy too, so fun to be around and Greed could almost say that James has no shame. Which is something just wonderful for a man with a perverted mind like himself. He liked when his partner played along with him, though, he has yet to do anything with any of the three personalities stored in that tiny body. Speaking of the three, there is the last personality, the one that Greed didn't like that much. Mainly because that demon dared to go up against him, question him, among other things.

Plus, he wasn't as cute as the other two... Though, he had to admit, the demon did have something that catches his attention. Hm, but where was he? Ah right. With a content look adorning his face Greed leaned further against his chair and watched as James paraded around in the little dress. " Me? Evil, I don't think so.. " Was said with an amused chuckle as slender fingers moved to play with the end of black hair that was almost dry by now. " I'm always trying to do what is best for him... " And it could be said that in a way he did, after all. If Greed was happy, then nothing bad will happen to Angel. Well, at least that is how it supposed to work. " Ah, but James, you always look so delicious." His words come out sounding something similar to a purr. Oh yes, the way James moved while wearing that surely did make him happy down there.

When asked about the food, Charles just nodded and patted his lap, waiting for the boy to come closer and well, feed him just like he had ordered to Angel. His hands moved to rest on the boy's hips, moving up and down James' sides. " Aah~ " Oh, he was really enjoying this, and from time to time, he will give that cute little butt a pinch. Of course, he would let James have some of the pancakes, after all, he was not going to let the boy starve... If James' ribs started to show and a sick appearance reached the boy.. That would be such a great turn off for Greed. Because yes, he is a bit shallow. " Mn, you are being such a good boy... I may just give you a present~ " Perhaps a new outfit? Or a new collar... Hmm he will think about it later.. Anyways. After breakfast, he will like to do something, or else he may get bored and set something in fire. " Do you know if there is any mission for me? I forgot to ask Venom earlier... And if not, lets think of something fun to do.. " With a purr, Greed let his index finger traced the side of the boy's cheek, moving up to mess around with the soft silver strands before moving down once again so Greed could get a hold of James' chin and force his face closer to his own. With that done, Charles just had to lean in a bit so to flick his tongue over the boy's upper lip.

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Hipsters unite
Come align for the big fight to rock for you
But beware
All those angels with their wings glued on
cause deep down
We are frightened and were scared
If you don't stare

[Virus Galore]

「♣Nickname♣ 」

Full Name

♣A Phяase/Quote/Moяe Pictuяe Links♣

xxxxxxxxxxxxxx♠ The яeflection in the miяяoя shows a distoяted face;;
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxx♠ I just яatheя go out with;;
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxx♠ Unlock the dooяs, and peek into my mad woяld;;
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxx♠ Somethings aяe betteя left unsaid;;
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxWho are you in the roleplay/Role
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx♠ Luяking in the shadows is;;
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxusername
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx♠ My peяsonal lullaby;;
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxMaybe some theme songs?
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx♠ Shh, Don't speak a woяd;;
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxExtras, anything else you want us to know? Maybe some secrets, embarrassing information...

[Virus Galore]

The thing under my bed waiting to grab my ankle isn't real. I know that, and I also know that if I'm careful to keep my foot under the covers, it will never be able to grab my ankle.

[Virus Galore]

「♣Cross♣ 」

Crocifisso Rossi

♣By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.♣

xxxxxxxxxxxxxx♠ The яeflection in the miяяoя shows a distoяted face;;
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxTo put it simply, Cross is the boy that always look sleep deprived, unimpressed and bored. Sure, there are no black bags under his eyes but the boy always look like he is about to fall asleep right there on the spot, well, at least most of the time he does. The black haired boy is just of regular height, standing somewhere between 5' 6 and 5' 7. He is rather slim, weighting around 118 pounds, though if he were to raise his shirt, one can see the hint of abs there. His eyes are a nice shade of blue-grey, and right under the right eye, there is a small beauty mark or mole if you wish. Cross also is somewhat nearsighted and has to wear glasses to read, which he doesn't like. There is a scar on his left side going all the way down to his left hip and reaching his navel, said scar is three inches thick and six long.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx♠ Baяely Legal;;
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx18 + January 10
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx♠ I just яatheя go out with;;
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx..What? Uh, I don't like anyone..
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx♠ Dangeя;;
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxI found an old metal bat in a town.. I carry it around just to be safe ya know?

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxx♠ Unlock the dooяs, and peek into my mad woяld;;
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxCross is really not the nicest person to be around. He has a rather short temper and can get easily annoyed, and will act either violently or letting out a nasty comment or remark. Cross also is a person that is not easily amused finding most things boring or not worthy of his time, like doing homework, going to parties, participating in certain events and so on, though if he if it is needed, Cross will do it, not happily and not too willingly though. Cross can be always seen or at least most of the time sporting a bored or sleepy look on his face, but that is because simply, most things are not amusing enough for him and honestly, he has a sleep disorder, thus being tired most of the time. Truth be told, it is hard to get a reaction from him other than anger or a smug smirk, he is kind of a control freak in a way, never feeling comfortable when he doesn't have the upper hand on something, a thing that triggers his violent side. Most people mistake him for a shy person, seeing how he will always sit on a corner in the back of the room and never talk to anyone unless he was spoken to, rarely doing any effort to socialize.. But in reality, Cross isn't shy at all, and can at times be kind of blunt. He just rather sleep or read a book than go chat with someone, specially people at school who are always talking about things that he honestly doesn't care and pure nonsense that makes his head hurt. He is quite smart, reason why he allows himself to skip class to go to sleep somewhere.

Another thing about Cross is that he is a sore loser, never taking a loss easily and demanding for a rematch after rematch until he will come out victorious, and then he will rub it on the loser's face. While he may appear cold and oblivious to the world, Cross isn't that bad, he just have his very own special and at times awkward way to show someone that he really do care. One can say that he is still a bit naive. But he just has a hard time understanding and accepting other's feelings along with his own.

He likes to appear strong and fearless before other's and isn't the type of people who will ask for help that easily, while he indeed has a strong will and once he set his mind on something, Cross isn't as strong as he think he is, the boy dislikes and feels uncomfortable when he lets his vulnerability show. He is type to bottle up the important things that are affecting him until one day he just explodes for no reason.. And he hates when that happens so very much. He really hates not being able to control himself more than anything probably.. Didn't I say he is a control freak of sorts?
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxCross was born in Venice Italy, where he spent the first years of his life before his family had to move to Rome, staying there until Cross turned eleven, that was when the family returned to Venice and things went downhill. Cross' father was going through some hard times and supporting the small family was becoming more and more of a hard task. Finally, he turned to what he thought was his only option so to save the family from a life in the streets. Yes, what he did really saved the family, but only for a while.. You see, he had asked the wrong people for some money, and in the end, wasn't able to pay them back. Of course, the Italian Mafia didn't took this too well, and turn to this option. 'Pay or We shoot your brains out'. Not having the money, Cross' father was murdered, and right before the young Teen's eyes and his mother's too. His mom didn't took this well either, not being able to stand it, the beautiful young woman hung herself.. And that was just too much for the thirteen year old boy. School wasn't good either, he knew people were talking about it, and he so very much just wanted to forget.. The day the realization that he was alone in the world hit him, Cross knew a monster was born inside him, his sanity already slipping through his fingers. Going into a rampage and braking all of the school windows one day.. But before it was too late, with the help of therapy, pills, and his uncle Alessandro, Cross' monster was put back to sleep.. Going back to his normal self, though the sleep disorder was created by that time. He moved with his uncle to the United States and started a new life there.

That little attack he had in the past was almost like a bad dream by then. He almost couldn't believe that he ever did that, and was doing everything in his power to keep himself from losing the control over his own body. Everything was going just fine.. That was, until one day he spotted a black rabbit in the park, something rather odd, and decided to follow after it.. Going from the park to the street.. Standing in the middle of the street, black rabbit carefully cradled on his arms, and with a smirk on his face, Cross tilted his head in time to see a bus. Blue eyes slipped closed and Cross heard a loud sound.. A thud, the twisting of metal and the scent of burnt rubber.. When he open his eyes, he was in some forest of sorts.. How did he got there?

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxx♠ How Lovely;;
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxStrawberries, Cheesecakes, Sweets and Baked goods, Horror Movies, Video Games, Stuffed animals, Sleeping, Skipping School, Napping, Small animals, Odd facts & Useless information, Being right/Winning.

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxx♠ The Sacяifice;;
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxFirst Alice
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx♠ Luяking in the shadows is;;
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxThe Social Virus
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx♠ My peяsonal lullaby;;
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxDon't fear the reaper - Blue Oyster Cult || I think I'm Paranoid - Garbage || Hate ( I really don't like you ) - Plain White T's
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx♠ Shh, Don't speak a woяd;;
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxHe likes cartoons, Cross if afraid of ghosts, and yet he loves Horror movies and books.. Apparently, he is a type of masochist. While he has no memory of this, Cross have actually been the one responsible for a few murders in Wonderland.

[Virus Galore]

Sono cose della vita

Well, he was starting to get tired of this, the endless walking, the odd personages that he will run into, always speaking in riddles and what not, confusing him even more, feeding his annoyance and anger to the point where the young black haired male felt like it was going to consume him. It was easy to say that he was not in a good mood, not the he ever was, but that was besides the point. Crocifisso, -or Cross for short seeing how people considered his name to be a mouthful-, just let out a soft grumble making his way deeper into the dark forest, honestly, the place looked like if had been ripped out of a horror book, or the Snow White movie.. When the disney princess is lost in the forest and the trees seemed to have mouths and claws, yeah.. Why was he thinking about a disney movie at a time like this was beyond his knowledge.. Ugh, this place was already starting to affect him.. Slowly turning his brain into an useless pile of mush.. Honestly, he needed to find the way back home soon.. Cross was starting to consider the idea of hitting his ankles against each other while muttering 'There is no place like home'... Problem was he had no fancy red shoes.. Indeed, this place was affecting him greatly.. One more reason to hate this strange world. Biting his tongue to keep himself from hissing, you see, walking around in the forest barefoot isn't exactly heaven. Rocks, branches, and many other things keep sticking to his now raw feet, the scent of blood was pretty strong, obviously letting Cross know that he was bleeding. Like if the pain and sting wasn't enough. Why was he going barefoot? Well, some madman in the town he decided it would be fun to attack the boy, and in his struggles to get away and flee he ended losing one of his shoes well, only the right one, but Cross later thought it was pointless to keep the other, thus he abandoned his left shoe by the forest entrance. His shoe was not the only thing he lost, the man also managed to rip a few hairs from his skull and his left sleeve. In all honestly, the boy looked like s**t.

Ah. How he disliked this place. Since he got here, almost a month ago, Cross haven't been able to have any proper rest, always having to be alert of his surroundings, because he come to learn that in this place, one never knew what will happen next. And God knows that the boy need his naps, or else he would be specially cranky. So yes, like stated before, Cross wasn't happy. Also, his clothes were by now dirty, thorn and bloody. Blue eyes glanced to a side, resting on the piece of metal hanging from his hand. A week or so after arriving, Cross thought that the best thing to do was getting a weapon to defend himself with, after all, it seemed that the Queen wished to have his and a few other's heads on a plate. Why? He wasn't sure, as far as he knew, he never did anything wrong to make said Queen angry.. Hm, why didn't he just swing the metal pipe against that man? Eh, probably because of the shock of the moment.. Hmn. Next time he will... Probably.. Yeah.. Oh well, he had other things to worry about. It like.. Where the hell he was? The trees were so tall that there was almost no light, the frown on his face only grew deeper, as blue eyes scanned his surroundings. Everything looked the same..

Great. So he was officially lost. " Wonderful. " He muttered to himself with a huff of air, blowing messy strands of black hair away from his face, being just too frustrated and tired, Cross reached the conclusion that at the moment he just didn't care at all about what may happen, and flopped down to the hard cold floor. Upper body leaning back to rest against a tree, arms folded over his chest and his legs were pulled close to his body, the metal tube nestled between his legs and being pretty much pressed against his chest. Soon, his eyelids felt heavy and blue eyes slipped closed. It was time to take a much needed nap.. Or else he was sure that he will surely go crazy.

Sto pensando a noi

But you may call me Cross...

[Virus Galore]

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⊰ N O T E S __

Name → Enrique Bunbury " Bun " Cerati Hernández
Age → 23
Sexual Orientation → Bisexual. Divorced.
Appearance → Short black hair that reaches past his jaw to his neck, long thick lashes shield grey eyes with a hint of crimson there, it is easy to say that his eyes are his most outstanding feature. Enrique is always seen wearing button up shirts with vests & ties, and many bracelets always adorn his wrists. Slim complexion, with the hint of muscle.
Height → 5 feet 5 inches ; 165 cm.

Weight → 45 kg ; 7.08628 st
Tattoos, piercings → Just two silver hoops on his right ear.
Fears → Heights and Airplanes, but those are secrets.
Likes → Sleep, Alcohol, Chocolate cake, Cigarettes, Roses, Dogs, Coffee, Art. He tries to go to the museum as often as he can, which is almost never. Video Games, Horror Movies, Sex.

Dislikes → Naps, Cats, he is allergic. Being touched by someone he doesn't like, yelling, clingy brats, being wrong, losing, chess.
Personality → He is one of those people with a superiority complex, really it is hard to make him see and notice that he did something wrong, seeing how he sees himself as 'perfect' thus, he never does any wrong. Along with that, Bun is kind of stubborn and a bit childish at time. Not to mention that he isn't exactly kind and nice. Throwing around nasty comments when things don't go as he wants. Jealously is another word that can be used to describe him, after all, Bun hates coming in second place. He has some slight anger issues and may respond with violence, good thing he has a lot of patience. Fear him when he is really angry for he may just kill you.

Repeated saying → " Ah. "

Assign me to the → сhïlḋïṡh
Controlled by → The Social Virus

⊰ I N T E R V I E W __


( whirring sound of the tape recorder )

Interviewer: Good evening Dr. Bunbury, ( Shakes hands. Sits on a chair. ), So, I'm just going to ask you a few questions for example: What brought you here?

Enrique: Ah. Bunbury is my second name, not my last name. ( Stares at with an almost bored and annoyed face. )

Interviewer: ....Oh, Sorry. So, it is Dr... ] ( Looks through some papers, almost nervously. )

Enrique: Dr. Cerati, yes. Ah, I was transferred here from the mental asylum in Barcelona. ( Speaks with a heavy accent. )

Interviewer: Oh I see, any reason why they transferred you? Or you asked for the change?

Enrique: ( Fidgets some on his seat. Glare. ) That is.. Ah.. I asked for the transfer... Was having some.. Problems back there. I just got out from a divorce you see. ( Clears throat. )

Interviewer: You were married? But you are so young... ( Looks down to some files. ) Yes you are just almost 24.

Enrique: ( Grins and straighten his back. ) Really, it isn't that odd, but most people get a bit surprised... But yes. I was married for four years. But I would rather not talk about that.

Interviewer: ( Nods. ) Alright, okay. Lets move on with the interview.. What do you think of when these words are said: Life.

Enrique: ( Blinks. ) Life? Ah, I think about any other day... You know. Just being well, alive.

Interviewer: Death?

Enrique: ( Raises a brow. Smiles. ) Death is something inevitable, from the moment of our birth we are all slowly dying. There is no reason to fear it for it a natural thing.

Interviewer: Okay, That is all... Oh by the way.. Why Bunbury? That is an odd name.

Enrique: ( Snorts. ) Well, if you knew a little about music then you will know that Enrique Bunbury is a Spanish singer and guitarist. He has a solo career and is also part of Héroes del Silencio. My parents were big fans and decided to name me after him. Are we done yet?

( recorder cuts off )

[Virus Galore]

『Buη-Buη』

xxxxxxxxxxxxxLady, Lady Blue
xxxxxxxxxxxxxsin control, sin dirección
xxxxxxxxxxxxxla luz se fue, ¿a dónde voy?

no volverás a ver
la mirada triste
del chico que observaba el infinito

[Virus Galore]

『Buη-Buη』

Ignition... 10,9,8,7,6,5,4
3, ignition, 2,1...0
ignition...

Hoy voy a empezar
Hoy es el comienzo del final

xxxxxxxxxxxxxLady, Lady Blue
xxxxxxxxxxxxxsin control, sin dirección
xxxxxxxxxxxxxla luz se fue, ¿a dónde voy?






Tic, Toc, Tic...

Ah, he knew it was time to get out of bed, the young man didn't need an alarm or even glance at his clock to know that. Enrique just knew, having an internal clock of sorts. Though he was aware that it was time to drag himself out of bed and go through his morning rituals, Bun didn't felt like doing so, he was seriously lacking motivation to crawl off of bed. As he saw it, there was no real point in wasting energy in doing so, seeing how Enrique had nothing to do. His last patient was already gone, and that didn't mean that the patient was six feet under. Oh no, being the amazing psychiatrist that he is, Bun of curse cured his patient from his heacy OCD and few phobias after a year of working with the weirdo. Now.. Now he had nothing to do, well, Enrique is supposed to go over the case files and audio of the new patients so to choose which case interested him and decided to work in. That was something that he particularly liked of this hell hole. At least here, the raven haired male has the liberty to choose the case that he wants instead of being assigned to one.

The lonely clock on the nightstand keep on ticking, the usually soft sound come out sounding rather loud in the silent room. And for the moment served as Enrique's only source of entertainment. Ah, he really didn't feel like getting up. While the bed wasn't exactly comfortable, Bun was still happily laying there in a cocoon of sheets. They were a tad itchy, but they were warm, and that was all that mattered. Bun really disliked being cold, never being able to stand it. A few more minutes he lay there, listening to the clock's ticking and debating with himself about the cons and pros of getting out of bed. And when he was done with that little debate, another one came. Should he shower or not? And so, it was like this that Bun spend perhaps another half hour on his bed before getting up, and making his way to the small bathroom, pretty much dragging his feet and stumbling his way there. The young man wasn't a morning person.

After taking a rather long cold shower to fully waken himself, Bun waltzed back into his room, taking a few seconds to fish some clean underwear, socks and clothes. The dark haired male slip into the dark grey pants with black vertical lines, a deep crimson button up shirt and black vest, all this was partially covered by the sort of white lab coat that gained all the psychiatrists in this place the name of whitecoats. Flopping down on the worn out bed with a towel being the only item shielding his body, seriously, he was going to complain about that, bringing one leg up, Bun rolled one of the black socks on, then the other. Feet slipped into black matching shoes. Well now, he was ready to go and start a new day!

Yippie yay yay.

With a snort, Bun raised to his feet. Smoothing out the wrinkles in his coat, the same hands moving up to his back hair to push them back, but the locks would fell back in messy strands again, so he give up in trying to make his hair look tamed. " Bueno, supongo que puedo ir a ver los archivos otra vez... Ya tengo que escoger un paciente o me voy a volver loco sin hacer nada aqui. " Enrique mumbled to himself as he exit the small room, even though it was bigger than the patients 'rooms' it was still fairly small. And cold... And dark. Sigh. Sometimes he really misses Spain... But at least she wasn't here. And that was more that he could hope for. A frown adorned his face when the thought of that woman brought back many unpleasant memories. Like the day she asked for a divorce.. His face contorted into a more sour look if possible. That was something he really didn't like to talk about yet, he always found himself thinking about it again.. Ah, but don't get him wrong, the reason why those thoughts made him so angry wasn't because Enrique still felt something for his ex-wife. Oh no. He got angry because the b***h blamed him for the failure of their marriage. Him. Him! It was obvious that she was the one that didn't try hard enough to gain his attention, it was her fault. Not his.. It couldn't be his.. Because well, when did Bun ever did something wrong?

Before he knew it, Bun was standing in front of the room where they stored boxes and boxes filled with patient's files and audios. Well, it was time to do his homework. With a mental sigh, Bun stepped inside the dark room, his hand feeling around for the light switch, and with a flick of his finger and a click, the room was filled with a dim light that covered the place with a light blue-white glow. Not very pleasant in his opinion. It really made the place look like a set from a cheap horror movie... Huh, perhaps it wasn't that bad, horror movies are just awesome. Where was he? Ah yes, the files..

Enrique didn't know just how long he was inside that room, but by the time he was done and knew just which patient he wanted to work with, his a** was numb from sitting in the stone floor for far too long and he was desperately craving for a drink. Mn, maybe he still had that Hornitos bottle somewhere hidden between his clothing.. Ah. He will have to look for it later, after all tequila really did sound good. Anyways, back to his work. Bun had to go and report that he will be taking the case of that man-child, and after that, the young man will go have a lil cigarette brake, then go visit his patient and after that go search for that bottle...

Hm, he may change the order of those last two things, but it all depends of how he will feel after getting his doze of nicotine.

Desde hoy
No temas nada
No hace falta ya
Todo se fue con el húracan

no volverás a ver
la mirada triste
del chico que observaba el infinito

[Virus Galore]

Hello love.....♥

✖✖ [ Allen Niah Reed ] ✖✖

✏ It's all about me.....✭

But, I can also be known as [ Allen, Allie, Niah, Reed.. ]
My parents are proud of their baby [ All male hun. ]
Let's blow out the candles [ 27 ]
Oh yay. I get a cake. [ May 5th ]
I'm a [ Nurse ]
See what connects us? [ A crescent moon on the nape.]
Let's play around shall we? [ Shadow manipulation. ]

✏ Behind the scenes....✭
Love is a powerful thing [ No one yet. ]
Picture perfect [ 'Ello there boy. ]
Ooh? I want that ! [ Making clothes, Cartoons, Toys, Horror Movies, Sleeping, Cats, Chocolate, Jewelry, Cleaning, Being barefoot, Playing with other's hair. Hair. ]
Tch, I'll pass. [ Vanilla, Pigeons, The smell of cigarettes, Crowded places, Waiting, Mornings, Not understanding something, Rain, Numbers ( Not very good at math ), Other peoples feet. ]
Get it away! [ Small and very crowded places ( Has some slight claustrophobia ), Die alone, Cockroaches. ]
Once upon a time [ Allen belongs in a rather nice family that once was part of vampire Royalty and now they still hold a high rank and are known around the world by his father's fame as a doctor and his mother as a fashion designer. The family consisted of a hard working father, a lovely beautiful mother, Allen and a cute baby brother. His mother is a big clothing designer and it was from her that Allen developed his love for designing and making clothes. Of course, that little passion of his never developed into more than a hobby, since his father was set in the idea of his oldest son going into the same field of work as he, and that was the reason why Allen went into the medic school. While he did show potential, Allen wasn't the best in his classes. But he managed to graduate which made both of his parents really proud. Still, his heart wasn't completely set in spending his days in a hospital, and for a year he did nothing, that was until the not so charming offer of working as a simple nurse come his way. While it is a great school and both Allen and his father went to it ( Also, his baby brother is attending the same school), who wanted to be nothing more than a school nurse? Still there was something about it, and Allen found himself accepting the job. And know what? Allen just loved it!
A far more relaxing environment, and more time to indulge himself on his hobby. Also, there a lot of boys that can be possible models and muses for his creations. ]
Ask anyone [ Allen is rather disorganized, and more often than not will be found looking around for something that he either lost or thought that he lost, most people seem to think that the blond suffers from ADHD or Attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder, which he did when he was young. He really seems to hate being stuck doing nothing and has a hard time trying to stay still. Which is the reason behind his fondness of cleaning, when he has nothing to do, Allen cleans, just so he will have something to do. So it is easy to say that Allen isn't a very patient person at times, he just hates waiting for things to happen. He also seems to have a short attention span at times, getting easily distracted by simple things like hair. Actually, he has a fascination for hair and it is the thing that distracts him the most. It is a wonder how he was able to graduate but it was probably thanks to the help of his friends and his father. Though that doesn't mean that he is a bad doctor, he actually knows what he is doing. His ADHD tendencies and symptoms don't occur 24/7 meaning that he isn't restless all the time. And the disorder is mainly controlled by some medication. The blond doesn't seem to know or understand the meaning of 'personal space' being quite the touchy person, he is a cheerful person who always try to see the brighter side of things, and is kind of a mother hen, sometimes worrying too much about the people he cares about and the students. It is rare to see him in a bad mood, but it does happen. And it isn't a pretty sight. ]


✏ About the Puppeteer....✭

I run the show [ The Social Virus ]
My character's true colors [ Royal blue & Slate Blue ]
Awesome is my name. But I can also be [ SV, V, Virus, Social, Ego. ]

❝ We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict. ❞

[Virus Galore]

xxxxxxxxxxxxx ☽ τħε school иuяsє ★ ★ ★ αllεη ηïαh яeє∂ ☾

Now where did he put that pen? Really, he hated when this just magically poofed away and he just couldn't find them! It was, frustrating to say the least.. The desk that not too long ago had been spotless and for the first time in a couple of days organized in alphabetical order was now a big mess and could resemble a dumpster. The blond man in his frantic search for said pen threw everything around and just made one big mess, and not only did the desk was well.. Messy, but the room itself too. Ah, he will have to tiddy everything up for the second time this day.. While he didn't mind cleaning, it was starting to get a bit annoying to do the same thing over and over again. And just because he didn't find a pen! Seriously, he will have to buy a big bunch of them so this won't happen again... Though, deep down, Allen knew it will happen again. After all, it wouldn't be the first time he tried to apply that 'technique' if it could be called that. The blond man just has the tendency of loosing pretty much everything, pens, pencils and scissors being the most common, but no the only ones. The number of cellphones and cameras that Allen had lost is quite long, a number he rather not think of. Now, why was he in such a desperate need for a pen? Well, that is simple really, you see, Allen is the school nurse, and since it was going to be the start of a new scholar year, Allen had to count all the medical supplies in stock and make sure there were enough, also taking notes of what things he should ask the school for. And he had been doing that, taking a little brake to go to the bathroom and when he got back, the pen that he left on top of the clipboard was not there! And sadly, that was his last pen too..

A pout reached his face, bottom lip pushing away from the upper one as his shoulders dropped some. Aawe, what was he going to do now? Sure, he could go ask one of the other teachers here if they have an extra pen or even the students but... He liked that pen.. It was his special pen... Which had been part of his Christmas present that his baby brother gave him.. It was a strawberry ice cream cone shaped pen, along with many silver rings and necklaces, not real silver mind you, but they were still pretty, along with some white sunglasses. They weren't very expensive gifts really, but Allen still loved them. Ah think Allen did you take it to the bathroom? He asked himself mentally. Like whenever he was lost in his own little world, Allen brought a hand up to his hair, to twist around some blond bangs between his thumb and index finger. The left hand moving to his face where Allen nestled his thumb between soft pale lips and chewed on it. His brows furrowed lightly as he tried to just remember what he did whit that damn pen. If someone walked into him at this moment, they may find the sight kind of odd and amusing.

He stayed like that for a couple of seconds until something in his mind clicked and his hands dropped back to his sides. Alright, he had an idea, and that was go back on his own steps, if he took the pen with him, then it should be either on the first floor bathroom or the cafeteria where he went to get a little snack before coming back. If it isn't there, then it really should be back in the nurse office and if that doesn't work... Well then, Allen will have to ask for a pen and then he could put up some of those 'Missing' posters... Or something..

Turning around Allen made his way out of his office, Alright. Bathroom first, and with an almost silly determined look on his face marched his way down the hall and towards the bathrooms, hopefully there won't be any accidents and he won't be needed while he is off searching for his beloved pen.. Ah, if only he could send his shadows out to search for it, it would make things probably more easy, but with the humans around, Allen was put on a short leash by the Principal, him and the other vampires that worked in Veritas and had already developed their powers. Then again, it was also good that he couldn't use them freely, not only because he still had some minor problems controlling them but also because he liked to be up and moving, doing stuff. Allen really doubted that he will turn at some point into a lazy bum that let his shadows do everything for him.

[Virus Galore]

xxxxxxxxxxxxx ☽ τħε school иuяsє ★ ★ ★ αllεη ηïαh яeє∂ ☾

[[ Oh, Alice Human Sacrifice c: ]]

The man walked with a small frown adorning the handsome face. His little quest for finding the missing pen was not going so well, Allen had gone back to the bathroom and searched everywhere. Peeking into every single stand, it didn't matter to him that when he went to the bathroom he didn't even went into one of them or that some where occupied at that moment. The blond would just smile and ask the poor male inside the stand if they had seen the missing item. Of course, they never answered the young man very kindly, yelling some nasty things and calling him a pervert.. Pout. He is no pervert. When it became just pointless to stay anymore time in the bathroom, Allen walked out. Now making his way to the cafeteria, hopefully it will be there... But he wasn't that lucky. After pretty much harassing the staff and people there, the blond walked out of the place feeling slightly defeated, sulking and pouting just lightly. Not fun. He really was hoping to find his precious pen... Sigh. Oh well, it was time to go back to his little office and finish his work.. He will just ask another teacher on his way there for a pen so to finish his work. Allen pretty much dragged his feet as he walked. Clearly letting everyone know that he was not in a very bright mood at the moment. His mind was set on reaching the office, but on the way there, Allen run into some distractions.. Well, rather one actually. But it was a very... Bright one.. Yeah.. Crimson eyes were practically glued to the crown of long red bright hair adorning some student's head. Well, at least he thought that the boy is an student, seeing how he looked rather young and being a teacher himself, Allen is supposed to know his fellow teachers. The red hair had some orange and yellow highlights, giving the impression of a flame, and it was completely mesmerizing. At least, for the blond man, who had a particularly odd fascination with hair. The nurse could feel it growing inside him, the need to just reach over and play with the soft looking hair. " Ah, " Allen bounced some on the ball of his feet, chewing lightly on his bottom lip. He really wanted to braid it... And before he knew it, Allen was right behind the boy, twisting a strand of red hair between his fingers. Only snapping out of his trance like state when he heard the surprised yelp followed by an angry sounding " What the f-! " But before the boy could finish his sentence Allen was already speaking, a cheerful smile placed over his lips. " Ah sorry! You had something on your hair... Yeah, it is gone now so no worries!" With a soft laugh and a wave, Allen was gone, walking fast and trying to fight back the red from spreading over his cheeks. Oh god, he needed to be more strong and resist those stupid impulses.

By the time he reached the office, the pink on his pale cheeks was gone and Allen had gone over the embarrassment of letting his odd quirks get the best of him. With a sigh, the blond flopped down on his chair, leaning back heavily against the chair. Ah. What to do now? Oh right, he had to finish counting all the medical supplies. On his way back to the office, Allen had made a quick stop to get a pen, so he was able to finish that task. A few minutes later, Allen was back on that chair, drumming his fingers against his leg, wondering what he could do just to kill some time.. Boredom was starting to show its nasty face and if he didn't find anything to do the nurse was sure that he will go crazy and perhaps, just perhaps blow something up.. With another sigh, Allen spin around on his wheeled chair, eyes glued to the ceiling and with his head hanging back. What to do, what to do indeed.. Stopping when he started to feel dizzy, Allen glanced towards his messy desk, and decided to tidy up again just to kill some time, and while he did so, the young man found himself hoping that there will be an accident or just maybe a simple stomach ache. Anything, so he will get to do something.

When the desk was spotless, Allen found himself feeling both happy and annoyed. Happy because he found his pen inside of a flower base on his desk when cleaning, and felt a tad stupid for not seeing it before, and annoyed because now, he really didn't have anything to do. Groan. He was starting to get twitchy... Ah! Suddenly Allen got a wonderful idea, he could go back to his room and get some of his things, perhaps he could knit a sweater or work on a new shirt design.. That will be fun. With a mental nod, the blond jumped to his feet, practically skipping his way out of the school building and towards the duplex. The walk wasn't very long, and soon Allen was standing outside of the duplex that he shared with other teachers. Balancing his weight on the ball of his feet, Allen fished into his pants pocket for the key, jiggling them some as he pulled them out. The blond male stared down at his polished nails, unlocking the door with his free hand while idly wondering if his roommates where still there or already left to fix their classrooms for the new school year. Twisting the knob with his free hand, Allen pushed the door open and stepped inside, his black boots making a faint noise on the floor as he walked. The male almost didn't notice the sleeping man on the living room as he made his way towards his own room, and when he did, well, Allen took a moment to just stare openly.. More specifically, to Vincent's black hair. The other teacher has nice hair on his opinion.. Oh. His fingers tingled with the need to just play with it. The blond was so tempted to just reach over and pull Vincent's hair into some pigtails.. Slowly, pale pink lips curled up into a grin. Ah, he was getting a lovely idea... With a faint chuckle, Allen disappeared into his bedroom, coming back into the living room with some hairbands and clips. Oh. Vincent will get a surprise once he wakes up... Resisting the need to just chuckle, Allen walked closer to the other male, trying to not make a noise as he did so. Once he was close enough, the blond started his work, determinate to pull Vincent's hair into some pigtails.. Hopefully, the other won't wake up and brake his fingers for it.. Or something like that. But it was a risk he was willing to take. As long as it will cure him from his boredom.. Plus, he liked to play with other's hair.

Hm, perhaps he should go ask for help to get over his little obsession with hair.. Ah, he will worry about that at some other point.