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Retra Smith


Retra watched the deadmen fight. Man that guy is a pain in the a**.Whats his deal any way ? ( shes talking about Aito )she thought. Instead of joining the fight she sat down under the tree. She brought her legs close to her chest and folded her arms on top of her knees. She continued to watch the ongoing fight. Should I join them ? ... No they seem to have it under control. When the fight ended she laid her forehead on her arms Goodness I'm tired. And it seems Tegi made a new friend..She listened to the conversations going on around her. The voices faded as she drifted in and out of sleep.
( Wow I've missed alot xp )

Tegi was visibly disgusted at the mere thought of surgery. He wasn’t the type to hold still while something was being worked on, and with being so freaked out he would become a threat to the surgeons. Any time they actually needed to work on something he would have to be knocked out. Tegi prodded once more at his cheek trying to figure out just how bad the injury was, only to be greeted by a sharp pain. Dammit this thing probably isn’t gonna heal well on his own. He shook the thought of stitches away and concentrated on trying to remember who hummingbird was. “I think so. If her cell is the one with flowers then I’m pretty sure I’m thinking of the right person.” He remembered that girl fairly well because she would always get pissed off when he called her ‘Mina’. He would get equally as ill-tempered when she would call him by his real name.

When pain from his face persisted he quickly realized that Retra wasn’t around during the previous ordeal. Did she leave or something? Tegi scanned the area once more, only to find her sleeping under the tree they were at before. Why the heck is she so tired? She probably slept through that whole fight, he mused. As he thought of ways to wake her up from where he was sitting the blood around his hand swayed idly.

“Hmm? Oh, Retra’s the girl snoozing away under that tree over there” he laughed, “I guess she can introduce herself though once she wakes up”. At this point Tegi’s blood was forming swirls, which he was sketchily trying to form into a cat. Of course it would be mute and made of blood, but he figured it would look less threatening to the people within the park, and based on what Retra told him before she had a cat before she committed her crime. Besides, it was more of a challenge than throwing a weapon. He loved making more aesthetic creations from time to time, most of the skill being obtained through sheer boredom. Once Tegi was satisfied with what he made he sent it toward her, trying to get it to look less manufactured than it was by moving its crimson legs in a semi-natural way. “I think a good bit of us are psychopaths. Being forced to fight against people the way that we are makes it even worse”. Tamaki’s proposition to the boy didn’t surprise Tegi at all, in fact that was the way that he knew him. If he found someone interesting enough he would try to keep them around a while for his own personal entertainment. However he would still put them through their share of hell. Tegi didn’t like Tamaki much since experiments were his way to express curiosity of his branch.

After the scarlet feline fumbled its way over to the girl and knocked into her it sat upright, its head cocked slightly to the side. A lace of blood came from its back and, very crudely, formed letters: "wanna join us?"

((Reallllly sorry I wasn't on yesterday I just couldn't keep my eyes open ^^'))

Kakusabi Momo


Momo dropped down from her spot in the tree, landing lightly on the balls of her feet, her hands tucked in the opposite sleeve as she cast a disdainful look at the blood that coated the earth in a sickly shade of red.

Vaguely the Hawk Deadman caught slight snatched of a conversation near by, one voice she recognised, that soft and almost dazed little chirp that belonged to the boy who had so comfortably sat in the company of two hostile sin users.

'He's gone and caused us a hell of a lot more trouble....' Frowning the female Deaman meandered to the bench, plonking down almost defiantly in the sport that Aito had once occupied.

With a board, and frankly cold expression Momo regarded the other Deadmen, her hands still tucked in her sleeves.

Hawk

((ooc: Sorry Thats gonna be my only post tonight, up early in the morning, night))

“Well that’s different… I guess for the rest of us it’s a preference thing. That and a matter of convenience. A flick of a wrist is just about all I need.” Tegi let one of the barbed bracelets fall loosely to his wrist. They cost him a nice amount of cast points to be made, but having them to activate his branch was a hell of a lot easier than using his teeth or improvising any other way. “Worst place to use is the tongue. It’s like it doesn’t stop bleeding and it’s hard to fix afterward. You end up sounding dumb for about a week” he smirked. He knew that from experience. Spitting darts at the people who strapped him down that day was fun, but the resulting taste and difficulty talking right swayed him from ever doing so again. With Seiji having someone on the inside to help with jobs his work was cut out for him, dispite the cost of candy was doubled. Even if he didn’t have that he could certainly win dog races hands down. I guess carnival corpse is too much to risk for him. Tegi had no problem with fighting, but if he knew deep down that odds were steeply against him he would try to find his way out of it. “If you think about it you’re lucky that you have it the way that you do…”

Tegi smiled a bit to himself as Retra got up and started to walk toward them, and by looking behind her he took the hint to make the cat follow. The crimson creature’s tail raised as it walked by her side, but as she got closer Tegi noticed that she had been crying. His look of triumph melted away to concern. Did I do something wrong? The cat swatted at her foot and another short message flicked off of it’s tail: “you okay? didn’t mean to upset”

Retra Smith


Retra felt something hit her foot. She stopped to look down and saw it was the cat. Hmm ? she thought. She read the words it formed Heh, I guess he found out I was crying. A few more tears streamed down. Turning her head away, she wiped away the tears. Damn it, I hate when I get like this in front of people. She turned back to Tegi and the other deadman. Placing her hands behind her back she gave Tegi a small smile " I'm fine, I ... just remembered something," she said. She looked towards the ground before turning to the other deadman " Hi, I'm Retra by the way," she said.

Kakusabi Momo


Momo couldn't quite place what exactly was keeping her stood with these other Deadmen. Maybe it was the thought of having to go back and deal with her cell mate, or perhaps running into yet another psychopath that had decided to come and take out their anger on the general public.

Frowning at the small group Momo decided that, in every sense of the word these Deadmen were more trouble then they were worth.

They were loud (it didn't take a lot to be classified by Momo) and far to comfortable in her company.

Hands still tucked in her sleeves, hiding the dried blood that caked her hands from any passing by tourists, or Deadmen who would mistake it for a sign of weakness, Momo turned and started walking back toward the entrance, her pace little more then slow shuffle towards the doors.

She would have to face Raven sooner or later but that didn't mean that she wouldn't drag out the time left between the outside world and her cell.
'Maybe I should see if I can steal another melon bread...'

((That probably makes no sense at all x.x...-having a brain malfunction-))

{Matt "Vulture" Thompson}
{Cell: G108}
{The vultures are circling, that means your time is up.}

As Matt's eyes opened and his memories faded his smile slowly drifted away to be replaced by a extremely neutral expression. He finally took note of his surroundings and noticed several other deadmen, wondering why so many were here. He sighed as the others made him think about the violence that he faced every day. It wasn't that he hated being around it or thought that he deserved freedom, he was in here for murder no matter how you look at it, but simply that he wished his life wasn't so taxing. He walked around, absentmindedly moving closer to some other deadmen.