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 Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 5:16 pm
Angellea, lost once more, continued to wander. She walked into a large room, nervous again. She tried her best to look normal and not attract attention to herself. Easier said than done. She looked around the room, large and empty and began to giggle, just to hear it echo. For some reason, being in a large room made her feel slightly better. Less things to be scared of.
She continued to make her way into the room, looking around at everything inside. One of the gloves on her hands felt loose and she immediately reached to pull it back up, dropping her bag in the process. "Grand," she mumbled, "What a nice way to start off high school." First she had to empty out her bag to find her acceptance letter, and now this. Clumsy she thought Very clumsy. At least she wasn`t injured....physically anyway. Just embarassed.
She thought back to the end of middle school and all the rumors about what high schoolers did to the "Fresh Meat". Where are all the pranks we were told about? she thought. Oh well, she would avoid all pranks if she could.
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 6:26 pm
Making his way in, he had a camo hoody jacket on instead of his chest protector armor. His hair was spiked like normal, he quietly took steps to look around. He searched around for Tomoro at first, but then decided to wait by the entrance, turning his back to the door he looked into the dance hall.
"I wonder when she'll be here?" Bukotsu said as he looked at his watch. The only thing he had other than a watch and wallet, were his serpent skin dragon gloves. But they were kept away in his pocket.
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 6:32 pm
Tomoro, on the other hand, had entered using the back door. She had no idea that Bukotsu was waiting at the entrance; she figured that he would go inside or something. In the back room, there were many costumes of all kinds; ballerinas, roman and greek costumes, fantasy props... it was amazing, like a movie was going to be shot here at Ria. However, there was one dress that caught Tomoro's eye.
A dark green, embedded with light brown jewels, it went about up to her thigh, and it came with a small crown of leaves. Tomoro instantly fell in love with it, and collapsed onto the floor, looking at it from every angle. The jewels seemed to beam from the small light coming into the room from the roof; the dance hall seemed either haunted or sacred, Tomoro couldn't tell which. Whatever the case, she dropped her clothing she had on that moment and put on the velvety green dress, looking into a mirror and gazing at her own beauty. "I've... never felt this pretty before..." she said, twirling around, the fabric following in the same motion as her hair. She placed the crown of leaves on her hair, and noticed a small pair of green ballet shoes, slipping those on as well. Fortunately, her mother had forced her to participate in ballet when she was a child.
Walking out to the small dusty stage, crimson curtains falling around behind her, Tomoro began to reenact a version on her own story she had created when she was a child, twirling on one foot, flipping across the stage.. it was such good exercise, and she had always loved dancing... as long as she could wear something she wanted and dance the way she created.Tomoro was totally indie, and didn't care what people thought of how she was. At his point, she was totally into her dancing, and wandered off into her own world, using the motions of her own hands and flipping to show the emotions she was currently feeling.
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 7:59 pm
A light laughter came from behind Tomoro as she could suddenly smell vanilla scented rose petals in the air around her. The laughter was sexy and dangerous, almost dark, and a slight amount of clapping came from ebhind her. Dante leaned back against the brick wall off to the end of Stage Left, his arms now folded over his chest as his glasses reflected Tomoro's beautiful reflection back to her. His ivory hair sat gently atop his head, now that it had stopped moving from his laughter, and An unlit cigarrette clung in his lips. He had been there the whole time, seeking refuge in the empty dance hall now that the music hall had been overrun with idiocy. He smiled again, his face morphing into a grin as he spoke, his tone slightly arrogant, sexy..and full of confidence liek he KNEW what to say. "Well...I must admit that that was a beautiful display, Miss.... but not as thrilling as the one you gave me backstage about five minutes ago...nice body." He laughed again, waiting to see what this...woman would say or do with the knowledge that he had just seen her.
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 8:07 pm
Tomoro's eyes peered, and she wondered how he could have noticed her; she couldn't even feel his presence, it must have been the lack of plants dulling her senses. In fact, she did feel a bit dizzy; she hadn't danced for quite some time. Sitting on the hard dusty wooden floor, a few flecks rising around her, she smirked. "Really. I'm glad you had such a nice show. Perhaps... another time, if you sneak up on me, you could see me again." This was no time to be the kind Tomoro she was; this man was suspicious, coming up behind her. Despite how handsome he was, Tomoro knew that any man this gorgeous was trouble; he had probably had at least two hundred one night stands in his life. He was probably so used to speaking to women that he had just figured he was sexy, and acted like he knew he was as well. She spoke quietly and harshly, waiting for another arrogant answer of his.
"Tell me, stranger. What are you doing in this abandoned place?" Tomoro arranged the eypatch over her left eye, and slowly untied the laces on her green ballet slippers; her feet were still injured, and she should have known that they would start stinging again. Her twisted ankle had disappeared quite some time ago, she always did have twice the amount of normal blood cells to heal it. "I would think you'd be out at a club, seducing some other woman."
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 8:21 pm
Dante laughed, taking a zippo out from his coat pocket and fingering it effortlessly in his hand, the metal object moving with the ease of Tomoro's dancing in his hand as he spoke in a soft tone. "We both have our reasons for being here, I wont question yours and I don't want you questioning mine. Just enjoy the company...unless you wanted solitutde...then by al means, dont enjoy it." This man...what was in his heart? He seemed to have a 'Devil-may-care' attitude, but most men like that were significantly morer arrogant than he. Something about him also flashed in her mind: The color of his coat. Rumors had spread fast over the school afte the STAR test of the Crimson Monster. A man that fought so ruthlessly in the test that he even defeated his own lover with no mercy. A man that had pushed his way through the ranks with unwaver viciousness that many were scared to face him. That man's name was....Would she remember?
The man looked at her again, holding the zippo still now as he light it quickly, the flames dancing in its 'cell' as Dante simply held it out towards her. "Careful...if you don't know how to control a flame, it may burn you..." She couldn't tell if it was a warning about the fire...or about him.
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 8:29 pm
Whatever the case was, Tomoro jumped up quickly, backing away against the crimson curtains, her dress pressing against them, raising it a bit. "K-keep it away..." The only fear in Tomoro's mind was that fire; she couldn't care less about the man holding it. As an Earth manipulator, she had every right to be; it was practically the only thing that could destroy them. She didn't mean to stutter; in fact, she coughed slightly, smelling the light smoke aroma coming up from it. It made her dizzy, and she gripped onto the curtains for support.
She wasn't afraid of him, the fact that he seemed to appear out of the shadows and suddenly start talking to her. She was only waiting for Bukotsu. Tomoro had seen plenty of blood in her day, and she raised an eyebrow looking at the stranger's coat; it was slightly discolored from fighting, she figured, and tried not to utter a stiffled laugh; this man was a joke, that's what he was. It was only a cover that he had put up, a fake exterior, just as she had. The coat, his voice, everything... he was farce. Tomoro shook her head, a few strands of silvery hair falling in front of her face, smirking slightly.
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 8:46 pm
Dante grinned: he had gotten her. Putting the lighter away, he tossed the cigarrette out of his mouth as he walked quickly towards her, his sword bouncing against his back as she saw him one minute, and then the next her had her by the throat, dangling her in the air. He wasn't hurting her, or cutting off her air. he was simply holding her. His speed was phenominal, and something about his touch made her body want to spasm. It was like she could FEEL the darkness and fire in his soul, the burning fury he held within, and his touch was like that of a searing iron. Dante's glasses had fallen slightly from his eyes, and she could make out cat-like pupils of sheer shappire, each surrounded by three black dots, staring into her. He smiled, cocking his head to the side like some deranged cheshire cat as he lowered her slightly, and finally took the 'lock' off his reiatsu. She felt an almost gravitic change in pressure around her from his power as he looked her over. 'Such a beauty...with such a wasted talent due to her foolishness...' he thought to himself. Her shadow spoke to him in more words than her mind could muster, and he knew what she feared of the flame. He spoke again, this time in a simple tone. "Girl i don't know what your name is... actually I take that back, your soul tells me your name is Tomoro... but what i want to know is, what makes you think you know so much about me?" His curiousity always got the best of him, and something about her beauty, grace, and words had struck him. he was playing a dangerous game. But for a man to gain something he'd never had, he'd have to do something he'd never done.
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 8:57 pm
Tomoro stopped talking, and stared into his eyes with her dull grey dilated pupils, dangling like she was some kind of doll to play with. She could still talk, of course; he wasn't holding her in a death grip. She was light, after all, and her weight didn't affect the way she was held. "I don't know anything about you. I'm just making assumptions. But I've played this game before, I know what all of you men are thinking."
By this time, the crown of leaves had fallen off onto the floor, the leaves crunching as the man had stepped on them. She didn't care that he knew her name, or anything about her. Thousands of people back in her hometown already knew her, she was practically a celebrity, in some deranged way. Tomoro struggled to keep her eyes open; this man smelled of smoke and death, two things she didn't like whatsoever. Her senses were definitely dulling around him, and she felt like she would pass out any moment. The red ribbon around Tomoro's hand had also begun to come undone, and she folded her arms across her chest, wondering when he was planning to let her go. Apparently he doesn't know he's holding me in a choker grip, or maybe he does. He needs to think about his victims for a bit, because if he moves his finger over to the left, it will cut off my oxygen and I'll pass out, and if he moves it to the right, it'll cut off my blood flow and I'll die. Tomoro had studied this before; it was a classic method shown in movies, and she had a few plants in her pouch that allowed someone to wake up when in a state of unconciousness. Her eyes widened slowly, and she put her hand to her pouch; she had the pistol in there. If she could only reach in and take it out...
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 10:06 pm
Dante laughed, shaking his head as he slowly lowered the girl. he placed her on the ground, not wanting to start a fight as he shoved his hands in his pockets, turning back to face her as he spoke. "Dante...my name is Dante...." He pressed his glasses against his eyes, her sudden feeling of dread leaving almost instantly as he grinned, speaking again. "Im curious now...what are you doing here...and give a good reason, so I have an excuse for not choking you." he folded his arms over his chest, smiling at her. He'd suddenly changed. What happened to the demon in front of her only moments ago? Only one person could tell her...and he wouldn't ever. Shaking his hair back, he smiled at her, motioning for her to come towards him.
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 10:13 pm
"Dante..." she said quietly, as if saying it out loud would help her remember. Not that she would forget this man. He was much taller than her, not to mention stronger. Dante was just one of those people that leave an impression on others, whether they like it or not. "I'm here to meet someone. Apparently they're not here yet. I don't think they'll be too happy when they see me casually chatting about death with you. I couldn't care less if you choked me. Death would be refreshing." Tomoro took a firm grip on her pouch that moment, as if clinging onto it for support.
"But old habits die hard, and I had to dance in this musty place. Just my childish insticts coming in." True enough, the entire place seemed to be falling apart from so little use, and the smell of mold was putrid, seeping from the cracks. Little rays of light shone in on a few chairs, as well as the stage, illuminating her very presences. Pushing a few strands of hair out of her eyes, and feeling her neck, she realized that the scratches on her neck from the fight with Alyssa had disappeared. She sighed, and did the same as him, folding her arms across her chest, taking a hesitant step towards him, andwondering just what the hell he was planning. Whatever it was, she would tackle it head on; this man was NOTHING compared to her father.
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 11:27 pm
Bukotsu had been hanging around the main entrance for quite some time, and had a knack for being impatient.
"Good grief...I wonder what takes women so long? It's been at least 3 hours now...Well women do have to make themselves look good and stuff..." Bukotsu said as he was sitting cross-legged.
In an instant, he felt a disturbance between his aura, it was his teacher. Tsuda the Iron fist of the East, possibly the most powerful normal person Bukotsu had been taught under and met.
Hearing his footsteps from the other end of the hall, he stood up in an instant. His teacher abruptly spoke, "Bukotsu what are you doing here?"
"You should've sensed my flow of chi earlier..." Bukotsu said in sarcasm as if letting his teacher know that Tsuda's senses were dulling, at the age of 25, too.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 8:12 pm
Tomoro perked up at the sound of a man's words, and looked down, in thought. It's been at least three hours.. I wonder if he was waiting at the front entrance... but you'd think he'd come in here after some time... She shook her head lightly, and sighed. Tomoro then focused her attention to Dante.
He was very tall compared to her, and looked around his early 20s... very handsome, but he had a strange air about him that she didn't like, something mysterious and evil. It gave her shudders, and she knew that she would faint if she spent any more time with this man... he smelled of stale smoke and cologne, two things Tomoro wasn't particurlarly fond of. After gazing at his eyes for a bit, they seemed to put her in a trance, and she stood silent for a few moments, finally blinking her eyes and coming back to reality. They were almost hypnotizing, and Tomoro thought that he might actually hypnotize people... that had never happened to her before, and she'd read something in the library that when one is put in a trance, some other devil or life form can take place, making the body do whatever it wished. It interested her... and she'd always wanted to be put in a state of unconiousness, yet still perform actions. She sighed, and shook her head lightly, forgetting her insignificant thoughts, wondering what to do next. Dante looked like a dangerous, seductive man who was ready to gain whatever he wanted, using whatever tactics he had to, even death.
Tomoro stepped down off the bleachers that moment, and slipped into one of those long wooden seats, often seen in churches. Sighing and looking up at the ceiling, Tomoro focused her attention at the very top. Faded and cracked, the ceiling seemed to be falling apart, but a picture was visible among the hanging shackles. It was painted with angels and devils, and in the upper left corner, a girl's head was tilted back with either horror or ecstasy, wings extended outward, as a man was on top of her, probably symbolizing the devil. Flowers ran throughout the entire ceiling, and about halfway down through the halls... if this place were refurbished, and lighting given to it, it would look like a classic old ballroom used in the 1800s. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she lay down on the musty seat, tracing her finger along on the dust, creating many little designs and such, closing her eyes slightly, although only one was visible.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 8:25 pm
"What is it you are doing here Tsuda?" Bukotsu said as he stood up.
"Well...you disappeared before I could find you in the greenhouse," Tsuda simply replied.
"I see..." Bukotsu said as he looked over at the entrance.
Tsuda noticed that Bukotsu had something on his mind, " Anyway...What's wrong?" he asked a confident tone in his voice knowing that Bukotsu did have a problem.
"Oh, umm well I'm waiting for Tomoro," Bukotsu said as he turned his attention over to Tsuda, "It's almost been 3 and a half hours, and she isnt here yet..."
"Hey, ever thought if she got here early?" Tsuda smirked, "There is more than the two of us in here, there's two others..." Tsuda smirked as he looked in a general direction. "There's two of them, a bluefire and a very uncommon red flow...Honestly Bukotsu, how come you never use the aura eyes?"
"Hmmm," Bukotsu said as he had given some thought to this. The aura eyes were a technique that allowed it's user to see and sense all the living forms in a large scale area, and identify them. This ability wasn't just also used for identifying, it could surely reveal the power level of those identified, and see to it that if there were the flows of good and evil emitting from it as well. Blue Fire meant it was a female entity, quiet, and calm, Bukotsu thought it would be Tomoro. The other, a Red Flow meant it wasn't a human, possibly demon, potential devil, or demihuman, but it wasn't dangerous unless acted on either. A Crimson blood flow would reveal if he/she was immensely evil.
"Baka-de Kusanagi..." Tsuda said as he walked forward. Intending to have Bukotsu follow him. Bukotsu simply followed and didn't say a word, he wouldn't deny anything his teacher said since his teacher openly spoke the truth all the time. Not too long, in a matter of minutes the two found Tomoro. Not to mention seeing the person emitting the red flow aura. A man slightly older than Bukotsu, but was younger than Tsuda stood with Tomoro. She had been tracing her finger along a painting?
"Hey...Tomo-chan?" Bukotsu said as he tried to catch her attention. "Uhhh...I was waiting at the front for you, I didn't know you were back here with your friend, Sorry for making you wait..." Bukotsu said as he turned his attention to Dante.
"Who's your friend Tomo-chan? He looks really cool," Bukotsu smiled lightly. The teacher, Tsuda stood there just simply pulling out his sake, and took a sip smiling.
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