☠ 2012, Truţħ øƒ ţħə Wørld [ Open and Accepting! ]

After the day ends in this roleplay, should I have the roleplay time skip closer to 12 - 21 - 2012? ( Like maybe a week or so before? )

Yes. It'll be more exciting then.	60.0%	[ 3 ]
No. I think our characters should be normal for like.. 100 pages or something.	0.0%	[ 0 ]
Pollwhore coming through! :3	40.0%	[ 2 ]
Total Votes:			[ 5 ]

[Daine Sarassa]

Mik stomped angrily to the Corner Grocery Store. She sighed and said quietly to herself,

"Wallmart. Just another Mass Monopoly that keeps the idiotic population happy."

She wryly smiled to the overweight balding Wallmart greeter. "Good morning!!!" Bill (the average Wallmart greeter man) exclaimed just a bit too over friendly for Mikku's decayed taste. "Goodbye Billy." she replied harshly. The little man shivered and his bright smile shuttered for a moment. However, he maintained his calm demeanor and complemented her clothing while telling her to have a 'grand' day.

"Right." Mik stated plainly and pattered on. She immediately set up a list of needed items:
1. Toilet Paper
2. Food of some sort.
3. Peanut Butter (her favourite and only thing left that injected joy within her broken self)
4. Milk and Orange Juice.

"Okay, let's get this menial task finished with no deterrents inflicting me." She determinedly decided.

[Ex Divine]

Cħʀisţiɴą Musiquє

"Nothing compares to the quiet evening alone. Just the one, two.. I was just counting on.."

"Did you put the lid back on the maker?"
She thought for a moment, and then let the sheepish smile overcome her. She had forgotten again, but she'd get back to that later. She was too lazy to go back upstairs anyways. No wonder she constantly had to buy new markers..
Christina waited at the door for only minutes, but it felt like forever. What remained on her mind was how she couldn't hear much of her brother's thoughts anymore. She had two hypothesis; One, she was getting more human as we speak. Or, two, her brother just wasn't thinking that much. She had no other theories -- Or.. Maybe as they enter closer towards 12 - 21 - 2012, she was losing her powers? Afterall, they say it's the end of the world. Bad things were supposed to happen! And, in Christina's book, losing connection with her brother was pretty darn bad.
When he opened the door, she watched the wind nearly topple the two over. Clinging onto Takumi for balance, she was relieved when he slammed the door shut. "What the..?" she glared at the door for a moment, but then sighed. Releasing her grip from him, she waited for him to take action. He was called independent for a reason, and she was called dependent for a reason as well. Was it because she was younger? Nah, she was only younger by a minute. But still, to her it felt as though she was practically five years younger than himself.
She smiled when he began to laugh. That was also something that people needed to see too. He was so much more enjoyable just between themselves, rather than with others. That's what she thought.
"Looks like we're takin' the Shelby for a spin."
She grinned when she heard that sentence. Dad would kill them, but she liked trouble. She was that kind of girl. A trouble maker. Maybe a bit wild or insane at times too!
"I'm drivin--" she cut herself off again, thinking over her luck again, "No. Nevermind. I'd hate to drive."
She'd been way too cautious lately, but she had reasons to do so. Only four days ago, she'd nearly cut her arm off with a knife. And, today, she'd nearly fallen off the stairs two times. And it was only the morning!
Walking over to the garage, she gave a twirl as if she was dancing, mentally thanking god that she hadn't injured herself when doing so. She had so much energy today, and spending time with her brother couldn't have made her any happier.
"You comin?"
She began to skip over to the garage, until she passed the door, "Thank you." Polite as always. But just to him. She hated being nice to people she didn't like.. For instance, her parents. But then again, she'd be hit or yelled at to death if she was rude to them.
Opening the passenger seat door, she barely noticed that father had left it unlocked all this time. Or maybe Takumi did. Who knew? Sitting herself, she waited for brother to begin driving.
"When we get to the market, I want chocolate ice cream," she spoke in her normal childish tone. Did I mention she had a terrible sweet tooth?

".. That never happens.. I guess I'm dreaming again. Let's be more than this now."

[Daine Sarassa]

Mikku menacingly made her way down the aisle to the Peter Pan Peanut Butter. "Yummy!!" she exclaimed, fraught with a sudden sense of mirth. Immediately, though, she replaced her joyous expression with one of hatred. I won't let that happen again she promised herself. She snatched 4 jars of the substance greedily.

"They're not going to run away." chuckled a handsome middle-aged man. Rude man you don't know what you're talking to, Mik thought.

"No, but another heinous human could steal them before I have my chance at their attainment." she rebelliously retorted while obviously flashing her bound left hand. Then she changed directions and dashed away. She stored her prizes within her plastic red carrying case, called a basket. Mik then briskly made her way to the toilet paper aisle. As she gazed through all the diverse types she thought amusingly, It's rather humourous that they have this many brands of something that wipes the most disgusting part of the human, other than their innermost heart consumed with emotions, of course. Mik facepalmed slightly at the multiple failure of humans and their reasonings, then she proceeded to grab a random plastic encased toilet paper bag.

"What is left?" she asked aloud.

[auch schreie]

xxxxxx†αҡʋмι • Mʋʂιqʂε xxxxxx

xxxEveryone Thinks I'm Perfect. . .xxx

Takumi swallowed softly. He shouldn't keep his sister out of his thoughts, if she heard them and asked questions, he should answer them. His happy and very childish sister twirled past him with such stunning grace. She hopped into the Shelby and waited for him. A loud gasp of air escaped through his clentched teeth. Though, she wouldn't be able to hear considering she was in the car. He slowly let the walls blocking in his thoughts and emotions. He swallowed. Calm. He let his body feel calm. He turned and locked the door quickly, with the keys still in hand he slid into the sleek black car.
He shut his door, and then made sure all the doors were locked, last thing he needed was for a door to fly off of this thing. He looked over, 'Put your seat belt on.' he told her inside her mind. Again, using the telepath as a way of communication may cause trouble, but he'd protect Christina, nothing bad would come of her. He reached behind him and pulled the belt over his chest and thumbled around with it at his side until he heard a soolid 'click' noise, confirming he was locked in. He coughed slightly, without opening his mouth. It was a comfortable cold, but if she was too cold, she'd say something, he was sure of that. He yawned softly as he placed the key into the ignition. With a gentle turn, the car came to life. A sweet humming noise came from under the hood. So beautiful. Almost as beautiful as his sister. . .well. Actually, the hum of the engine pailed in comparision to his sister's beauty. He shot a soft smile at Christina. Then he put the car in reverse without taking his eyes off her. Finally he looked back and backed the car up, just as the garage door rose up. Once completely out. He shut the garage door. The wind hadn't died a bit. There was no way he would've let her drive in this. He sighed.
He glanced at Christina then back at the road, without taking his eyes off the road, "Do you have your seat belt on yet?" he could remain calm. It was probably nothing. They had winds like this all the time. Although they usually started wild fires. He let out a deep breath. He stopped at the stop sign, and looked both ways and continued. Thankfully, the store was close by to the house. Chocolate ice-cream. . .he should've known. He'd have to buy her two gallons just to get through two weeks. That brought a small smile to his face as well.



[[ ooc;; I have to go for the night. . .well, for now, might post later tonight. Incase I don't, G'night. Sweet dreams!! ]]

xxx. . .But They Don't Really Know What's Going On. . .xxx

[Daine Sarassa]

It slammed into her head. Immediately and unrelenting. It icily seized her breath and caused her to tremble. She slammed to the floor.

Another place...another time....a better one. Her little daughter, Keara, was dashing through the scenic woods in complete joy while her son, Kashe was counting to ten. "Ten!!" he shouted triumphantly and began his search for the remaining family members. Mikku was hidden in the arms of her tall and magnificent husband. He smiled genuinely and kindly at Mikku's rosy and illuminated face. She returned his smile, with one of elegance and pride. This is my family she thought delightedly.....

Mik slammed her head upon the blue painted concrete. A bruise began forming and throbbing on her scalp. Good. It's gone. Pain is much better than this fabricated joy Mikku viciously thought.
She climbed up, dusted herself off, and continued on.

[Ex Divine]

Cħʀisţiɴą Musiquє

"Nothing compares to the quiet evening alone. Just the one, two.. I was just counting on.."

The cold was nice against her body.. It wasn't too cold, as she was sure to complain if it was.. What else was cold?
Ice cream.. Yeah.. Sweat and comforting. A girl's best friend, as Christina would normally tell others. No -- chocolate in general was a girl's best friend. She would find any which way to use chocolate as medicine. If you're happy. If you're sad. If you're mad. If you're sick. Whatever symptom you could possibly have!
Actually, you couldn't really blame her for liking sweets so much. They are good, and don't we all have some sort of obsession to something? Maybe it was a flaw. But, the only thing was, Christina was full of them. So what if it was a flaw? She had many of them, and wasn't about to distinct that one different than her others!
'Put your seat belt on.'
"Seat belt.. seat belt.." she murmured to herself, looking to the wrong side on accident. 'Other side, stupid..' she told herself, smacking her head mentally, and then turning to her right. Grabbing the seat belt, she began to cross it over her chest, but found that it was twisted. She began to try and fix the 'twist', but was only making it worse. Eventually, she was beginning to get frustrated, her grip tightening as she kept fidgeting with it throughout the drive. It was amazing that Takumi hadn't notice her somehow rip the seat belt right out from the holder.
"Um.." she was speechless for a moment, blinking in shock of what she had just done. 'Whoops..?' Dad would surely kill her. How the hell did she manage to rip it out anyways?
"Do you have your seat belt on yet?"
"Um.." she still couldn't find any correct words. There was nothing she could really say. "Um.." once again she said that.
Finally, they had stopped in the parking lot of the store, and still, she had nothing to say.
"Um.."
'I'm gon'na just.. pretend like.. nothing happened.. and.. uh..' she began thinking, opening the door and slowly stepping out. She gave an embarrassed smile, thinking about her consequences from dad. "You're such an idiot.." she murmured to herself, still holding an embarrassed posture and whatnot.

".. That never happens.. I guess I'm dreaming again. Let's be more than this now."

(( Wait. For clarification, he let the mental walls down, right? And lawl, I feel sorry for Christina. I hate when that happens to the seatbelts! xD ))

[Daine Sarassa]

"Okay...I'm okay. No more frosty flashbacks are going to hinder me. Back to normal." Mik laughed suddenly, Normal? That's what it's called? Not in my case I believe. Many would be perplexed at myself. I'm an insidious engima. Worse than Death and yet, no longer among the living. Whatever! It's much better than being hyped up on false joy...she thought as she glanced over at the 'happy' pill alcove. "Yuck." her immediate distaste was evident from her disgusted tone.

Mikku strutted toward the ice cream aisle. Without even realising it, she was being sucked into her own false joy. Her eyes roamed for another minuscule delight she enjoyed. Peanut-butter ice cream. She smiled.

[auch schreie]

xxxxxx†αҡʋмι • Mʋʂιqʂε xxxxxx

xxxEveryone Thinks I'm Perfect. . .xxx

Takumi was calmly driving down the back streets. Trying not to come to complete stops. he was in fear that the wind might be too strong and blow the car off the road. At stop signs, he slowed and gracefully continued. Thankfully they were back roads, not much people were out and no cops were around either. He wouldn't take his eyes off the road for anything. So when he heard a gentle snap, and an unreplying sister. He just swallowed and continued going. Whatever she did he'd have to fix it eventually.
Soon enough, they arrived at the store. Not much people were entering or exiting from or into the store. either way you looked at it. He sighed as he went around looking for a place to park. For the store not being active, there sure were a lot of freakin' cars parked out here. He found a parking place in the fourth row down, and about the thirteenth spot down. This would have to do.
He put the car in park and took the keys from the starter. Finally he looked over at his sister, who had already jumped out of the car. He spotted the torn seat belt. Then, in a quick motion, Takumi burried his face in his hands. He could imagen what father would do to Christina. Peachy. That's what it was. Just peachy. Life was peachy. Full of energy and fun. If only it were true. So what was the truth about the world from Takumi Musique's point? He believed that the world was filled with scum. People that were weak showed no right to live. People that were in athority and running the country, led citizens to believe the world was going to end within days. It was gibberish. Everything. When the president came on TV at home, Takumi wanted to change into his wolf form and rip out his throat. he was just a weak soul, full of bad ideas. He was safe and protected. Along with everyone else in the stupid government. So why should they care? The just put on a worried face so the world can see them for what they aren't. He hated people who wore fake masks.
He glanced over at his sister. He sighed, as he stepped out of the car and made contact with her eyes, "Don't. Say. A. Word." he siad softly. He wasn't angry, just nervous. He'd have to throw 2oo dollars to get it fix while they were in town. He put the car alarm on and started heading for the store. Milk, eggs, and orange juice. That's all they need. He could feel his walls being laid once more. Brick by brick, they began to build its our tower. . .he wouldn't let it. And the bricks tumbled down, and inside, the darkness escaped through out himself. Not bad darkness, just solid night darkness. A good darkness that showed some how, light and pureness. Though his emotions on his face showed nothing. Inside he was nervous. And since his walls and bariers were down. . .his sister would probably feel that.

xxx. . .But They Don't Really Know What's Going On. . .xxx

[Daine Sarassa]

Her slender, yet strong hand, shot out and tightly grasped the tub of Ice Cream. The only thing delicious and containing laughter left to her. Peanut butter. An inanimate object. That's right, because it can't feel. Neither can I. She giggled bitterly. Too bad I'm not as tasty as Peanut Butter. However, no smile damaged her forever scowling face. Mikku gently placed the tub inside her basket and continued toward the Orange Juice and milk.

[crabbbs]

α η η α - ɱ α ʀ ɪ α
ʀ ε ɪ
ș ɪ ʄ ɦ ε ʀ ɱ ɪ η

• • •

✖ ωιтнσυт ℓαυɢнтer αи∂ ωιтнσυт тєαяs
pяσjєcтιиɢ α ωιтнєяєd αи∂ fιиιsнє∂ мє
sнσωιиɢ єvєя тнє ƒυтυяє's cιиємα σf ∂єspαιя
тнє ƒα∂є∂ яєєℓ sтιℓℓ тυяиs єvєи иσω
jυsт ℓιкє α bяσкєи тσy ✖

The soft footfalls echoed through the dark alleyway as the sound reverberated back to the owner. The sound filled her ears, and was replaced by the heavy breathing of herself. The heavy breathing was followed immediately by the white steam that left her mouth with each puff of air. Yes, she was breathing heavy. But that was only because of a mistake. A mistake that had almost gotten her killed... She was in a certain shop, buying a delicious looking apple. Of course, she had transformed a little carrot into a one dollar bill. So as she was handing the dollar bill to the cashier, a baby had screamed behind her. This certain scream had momentarily made her lose all concentration, and thus the dollar bill turned back into a carrot. The cashier demanded another dollar bill, and Rei had run for it, leaving the apple behind.

So that was just a regular day in the life of Anna-Maria. Lovely, isn't it? Whatever... Rei thought mildly as her stomach growled loudly. "Yeah, yeah. I'll feed you. I just need to find another shop..." Rei murmured to her rumbling stomach as she stepped out of the alley. Her dark blue eyes scanned all of the shops in front of her, looking for a simple Wal-Mart or Target, or even just a regular market. Finally, to her stomach's joy, she spotted a simple little market.

Without looking, Rei crossed the street and entered the market.

|| Horrible short first post!! Dx Dearly sorry, but I was completely rushed! ||

✖ pαιиƒυℓ ℓιɢнт, тυrиιиɢ ιитσ α ∂αякиэss вℓσттιиɢ συт
тнэ ∂αzzℓιиɢ mσяиιиɢ sυи
нι∂ιиɢ αи∂ вℓэи∂ιиɢ ιи ωιтн тнэ υɢℓιиэss
тнэяэ's иσ иээd ƒσя α вιвℓэ ✖

"When you close your eyes and think of the world, what do you see?"

[Ex Divine]

Cħʀisţiɴą Musiquє

"Nothing compares to the quiet evening alone. Just the one, two.. I was just counting on.."

The things father would do to her was unimaginable, but, she tried not to think about it. Of course she wasn't the perfect child. She knew that. Her parents would remind her every second they could. She wasn't like Takumi. Even knowing him, she still considered him perfect. Flawless. Why? How could any being compare to his presence? Not even her, identical in appearance, could compare to anything about him. Even looks. It was strange. How could they be identical, but one being was more popular than the other? Maybe people just liked his personality better than hers. Who knew?
Finally, he had looked over to see the torn seat belt. She gulped. It was a good thing she was out of the car already. He had burried in his face right into his hands. Of course. Ready for a bunch of screaming ( even when she knew her brother wouldn't exactly scream.. ), she shut her eyes tightly. But, it remained silent, as she opened her eyes when he was approaching. He had made full eye contact, but before she could say anything else:
"Don't. Say. A. Word."
She blinked, staring at him for a moment, but then nodded. A small smile escaping her features. That was the Takumi she knew. She took his hand in her own, holding it there for a moment. She was sorry about what she had done, and that was clear, even through her current joyous expression. She had always tried to stay positive in some of the worst cases.
'Don't worry about paying to fix it. I'll take full responsibility. I'll tell dad I did it..' her thoughts continued to hold her smiling self. She wouldn't want Takumi to burden himself. In any way possible.
Continuing to hold his hand, she began walking to the store with him. Her big brother. Even if it was only by a minute. He was someone who has been helping her throughout the years.. even while he was gone.. She had alway looked up to him, like he was her idol. She admired all his qualities, and hoped that one day she'd be the same. Unfortunately, she knew that wasn't possible, in the back of her mind. But, why be negative?
And then she blinked, stopping her walk for a moment as her eyes seemed to darken. It was practically her sixth sense to always try and read her brother's thoughts. Whatever she could.
Her hand dropped his own when she had seen him murder two people on accident. At night, when he was running. She closed her eyes, calming herself from the shock, and then opened them only half a minute later.
Christina looked back at him, a gentle smile, and then took his hand in her own again.
"It was on accident, right?" her voice was small, but she continued to hold her positive expression.
Out of the corner of her eye, she had seen another female enter the market. Probably best not to talk in public about this. Especially about supernatural stuff.
'Let's talk about this later, okay?' she spoke in a happy tone telepathically, and then grasped his hand tighter, beginning to enter the market.
"What do we need? Besides my ice cream," she asked.

".. That never happens.. I guess I'm dreaming again. Let's be more than this now."

(( It wasn't a horrible post, Max - Chan! D: ))

[auch schreie]

xxxxxx†αҡʋмι • Mʋʂιqʂε xxxxxx

xxxEveryone Thinks I'm Perfect. . .xxx

He could've swore that he just made the most wierdest sound in the world as he swallowed. He felt his adam's apple rise then fall again to its original position. He couldn't let her take the blame for it. Then again, no matter how much father loved him, he'd be furious. There was only one way to really fix this. Take it to the shop. It would probably cost him almost all the money he saved up, but it was better than getting a good whipping. He remembered the first time, the only time, where he really got a beating from his father. The cold, steel like leather made his back feel like it was on fire. That's when his mother sent him away to that stupid private school. There, it wasn't much better. If he didn't do go on some test or homework, he didn't get fed. Some school right?
He sighed as his sister laced her delicate fingers around his own. She was so open. So free. But she was like a bird in many ways. Her spirt wanted to sail high above the clouds. The sky wasn't a limit for her. Nothing was a limit to her. But, being a bird, you had only the sky to fly upon. She was free, but not as free as she needed to be. That was Takumi's life dream. To give Christina freedom. To get away from their mother and father, away from this small town. Away from the mean and ignorant people. Somewhere where she could be. . .free. He longed for a place like that. But was he good enough to find somewhere like that? What if she didn't want to come with him. . .He shook his thoughts when he felt his sister's hand slip away. he quickly turned, fear in his emrald eyes. He saw her lips moving, he didn't quite hear her, but he knew what she'd asked. Lucky for him, she'd leave it alone. . .for now. Then the warmth returned to his hand as she gripped his hand again. His free hand was cramped up inside his pocket.
He was a terrible brother. He was an animal. A cold blooded murderer. Of course he had no intention to kill those people. He'd never dream of killing anyone, but he did. What did that really make him? He taken a female and a male's life. He stole their life force from their body. He swallowed again. Calm. Remain calm, a silent message to himself. Ment for only himself to hear. He glanced over to his sister, she seemed happy again. How? She knew that his brother had killed, and yet she was so set on it that he didn't mean to. Which he didn't mean to. . .but how could she be so, completely sure. She was so positive. She shouldn't want to be like him. He was an animal. A monster. A killer. You name it. He didn't want to be popular. He didn't want or need his mother's or father's special attention. All he wanted. . .was Christina's happiness. That was enough work. Not that he minded. He adored Christina with all his heart. Sometimes, he wished he could just pick her up and run. Run as far and fast as he could. Without a destination, without people hovering over them telling them how to do things, and where to go. No limits.
He snapped out of his little dream, as his sister's words rolled off her tounge. He looked over at her. Besides ice-cream, "We need milk, eggs, and orange juice," he smiled, "And you can get another little thing as well. Something you can eat while we're in the shop." there was no way he was going to let father find out about this. He'd fix it on his own if he had to. This was his only way to get around when mother dearest and father dearest were away. On "busniess". A smirk rose onto his face. Soon it faded as if it wasn't even really there.
As the two entered the store, the smell of old lady perfume filled his nostrills. Gross, he thought. Not caring if Christina heard. Go to the milk and egg thingie, he thought to her softly. Making sure she just didn't follow him aimlessly. He kept hold of her hand. He wouldn't let go of it. Not in an overly public place. . .oh. He glanced around and noticed no one was really there in the store. He let out a nervous cough, he still wouldn't let go. There was still some pretty wierd looking people shopping. He glanced over and saw some old man shuffling along carrying a little pill box. . .he cringged. He shook his thoughts. Okay so, the people weren't so. . .evil. But hey, you never know. . .right? He smiled to himself faintly as the two continued to the milk section.

xxx. . .But They Don't Really Know What's Going On. . .xxx

[Ex Divine]

Cħʀisţiɴą Musiquє

"Nothing compares to the quiet evening alone. Just the one, two.. I was just counting on.."

Christina was unphased from her chirpy mood, except for the sensing of her brother's nerves. Ever since she said she'd take the blame. She so badly wanted to say, 'Hey. No need to be scared. I'll be fine.' But, truth was, she wouldn't be. Knowing dad's beatings, it could get ruthless. Especially when it came to the car. Afterall, her father practically had an obsession to cars. And, to Christina, he'd even kill his wife to save his car. Sure, Christina was probably used to beatings by now, but hey, that didn't mean it didn't hurt. Seriously. No matter what species you were, something had to hurt -- erm, maybe all except voodoo dolls.. and ghosts..
Christina had a goal, much more set on than her lifelong dream of being a singer. She swore, with all her power, that she would make sure Takumi and herself would always be inseparable. From the age of six, to fifteen, it was horrible to think you had a twin, but every one acted all stupid. Clueless. As if he'd never existed. When every one says they don't know who the person is, and you swear you know them, you're sure to be crazy. But, Christina wasn't 'imagining' Takumi for her health, which was somewhat proof that he was real. Although, there was one thing that Christina had been keeping a secret from her brother. With all her power. If he knew, it'd be awkward.
At fourteen, she had visited her grandmother to ask if she knew Takumi. The grandmother smiled, with a quick 'yes' as a reply. That left Christina happy, and she began to confess all her confusion about her lost brother to her grandmother. Grandmother had listened, but then said that she had to confess something as well.
She was also a mirror, and knew exactly what Christina had felt.
"What? A mirror? What's that?" Christina had asked her grandmother. And then that was how she had explained; A twin non - related by blood.
"Why do you think your grandfather and I look so alike?"
That had left Christina silent. Her grandparents were mirrors and they were married. It was a bit too weird for Christina's taste. And surely, if Takumi had heard, it would be a bit awkward as well.
Gulping from the memory, she reluctantly slipped out of her brother's hand. She couldn't hold it after remembering that. That was why she always tried her best not to remember such. All she had to do now was hope that he hadn't seen the memory while she was daydreaming. She had been trying to keep it from him ever since they "reunited", or found each other again.
'Pay attention, Christina. Milk, eggs, and orange juice..' she mentally reminded herself, suddenly recalling the second sentence he had spoken:
"And you can get another little thing as well. Something you can eat while we're in the shop."
Christina was about to protest. It would cost Takumi so much to go to the shop and fix it. If only she hadn't broken the seat belt. 'Why, Christina? Why, why, why did you have to break it? How the hell did you even tear it apart?!' she yelled at herself.
Sighing, she found it was best to just shrug it off. Going to the shop was better than having Takumi attempt to fix it himself.
Smiling at him, to reassure her brother, she began to skip towards the milk aisle.
"Milk.." she murmured, "Milk.." She looked around, scanning for the lowest price. For some reason, she felt as though this was going to be a long day.. Was that a good thing, or a bad one?

".. That never happens.. I guess I'm dreaming again. Let's be more than this now."

(( Ooh.~ My friend, Anna, might join.<3 I hope this roleplay doesn't die. D: ))

[auch schreie]

xxxxxx†αҡʋмι • Mʋʂιqʂε xxxxxx

xxxEveryone Thinks I'm Perfect. . .xxx

Takumi felt the warmth fade from his hand. It was like clouds parting and letting all the warmth up into the atmosphere. Escaping. . .vanashing into nothing but more air. It's colder now though. Takumi wondered if he did something wrong. . .or said something that made her leave and take his hand away from his. He sighed. He tried to make himself feel not dissapointed, but it was a hard emotion to not control. Heck, all of his emotions were getting harder and harder to control. He watched her skip to the milk section. She was. . .so. . .beautiful. He straightend up. Where did that come from?! He felt like slapping himself. He shook his head and went down the cracker aisle. He had to build a special wall. Only leaving a crack to allow her to hear his thoughts but block out his emotions. He did as he planned. He'd becam to master at building his walls now. He didn't let anyone see how he felt. His face was solid as stone, and cold at times. The only one he dared let see him smile and express any type of emotion was to his sister. Only she was allowed to see it. Mother and father only saw him smile once. When he found out they would be gone for a month. But then, when they returned, Takumi was gone. He'd been sent away.
Back in reality, Takumi was staring at a bag of cracker gold fish. He loved those. Almost as much as steak. Ultra rare steak. As raw as they're allowed to serve it. Sometimes he'll just hunt for his own food. but that was messy, and people start to get suspisious when they find half torn deer and cow corpses laying around randomly. He blinked and grabbed the bag of special fish crackers. He stuffed his free hand into his pocket and calmly walked down the rest of the aisle. Unfortunatly, there was some group of girls from school with one of their mothers, he was guessing. They all giggled about and waved at him. He just nodded his head and continued on. Where was his sister? He saw her glancing at the milk options. He came up behind her and poked her side where she was ticklish. It made him smile. "Hey. Got crackers." he said aloud as he held up the bag of orange gold fish shapped crackers.

xxx. . .But They Don't Really Know What's Going On. . .xxx