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 Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 3:06 pm
Wil shook his head slowly, "The boss needs me to get back... Dont want to end up like my 'brother' now do I?" With a smirk he moved off the wall silently grabbing his knife from the pile and moving to the door, "See you around." He exited before the man could speak again, it was too close of a shave in Wil's mind, luck alone had gotten him out of that encounter alive. First off... to find a kid with the knowledge to free the two thousand dollars on the disc and two... to buy a new jacket.
((really short post apologies but I had to post something, going to be gone all weekend have too much work to post a full out one at the moment and didnt want to leave kitedragon sitting for three days well I was gone))
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 3:25 pm
((Thanks for letting us know Starlord!))
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 3:27 pm
21st Cherry Boy ((Thanks for letting us know Starlord!)) ((More time to work on my fictions. Fine by me, Starlord.))
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 6:25 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 6:47 pm
(I have an old character that I haven't used for an infinity that I'm just DYING to use. I'm going to make an exit for Georg now, and make an entrance for the new guy soon, maybe tommorow.)
Georg grew tired of the internet cafe, and after packing up his hardware, he placed it back into his backpack that was probably worth more than most people make in years. He was exceedingly careful to not hit it against anything, and nodding a silent goodbye, he paid his costs to the cent and silently walked outside.
Each step brought him out of visible life and back into obscurity, which was the exact way he liked it. It was possible that he would never see any of the people he had seen today again. It was even more possible that he would, but not recognize them, because he didn't really do anything anyways.
He climbed the stairs in the delapidated old apartment building, into his room. He laid down on the bed in the corner and slept until he would be inevitably awakened by the sound of his alarm clock to return to his monotonous job at the electronics store.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 9:10 pm
((I finally decided what character of mine to use for this rp. ^^
He's roughly based off this character of mine, except for this rp he's going to be human and not an iguana anthro and he's not going to have the blue markings around his eyes. sweatdrop ))
His side felt as though it were on fire.
It also didn't help that he was still a few blocks away from his home and the knife wound wouldn't stop bleeding.
Sighing deeply, Iris paused to lean against the rough gratiffied wall of Tech Hut. Of all the days to accendently wander into some new gangs territory. It wasn't like they put up signs anyway, so how was he to know that they didn't want anyone in 'their' alleyways? Gazing out from the shadows of the alley he was now resting in, he narrowed his dark eyes at the random swarms of people tha walked by. There were an awful lot of people out this late, although ending up at a busy place like Tech Hut there wasn't much chance of him getting the rest of the way home without being seen and bothered by too many annoying people anyway. Sighing again, he pushed off the wall and walked, as normally as he could under his current condition, out into the street.
Making his way into the too loud, too full resturant slash annoying place full of annoying people that was known as Tech Hut, he made his way back to an empty booth by what looked like a semi normal person eating a mountain of food with a certain hobo boy that Iris recognized. Hell, he recognized both of them for the most part. It was just that comming up with their names wasn't going to be an easy task for the antisocial punk figure. You could pick out quite a few people like them when your home was the whole top floor of the five story apartment building that was directly across the road from everyones favorite internet cafe. That and he spent an awful lot of time just staring out the window these days.
Drawing his mind back to the situation at hand, he slowly drew away his black hoodie from his right side to get a view of the damage caused by being on the unlucky end of a knife fight. There was the gaping hole made in his already tattered, but favorite sweater that wasn't helping his mood, but then there was also the cut underneath. Sure it was bound with a few layers of startchy white gauze wrapped around his midsection, but the crimson liquid was slowly oozing out from between the fibers to bring color to the white material. he could only count himself lucky for having the gauze on hand in the first place.
Pulling the sweater back down with yet another breezy sigh, he slumped down in the booth and thought back to the fight that occured only a quarter of an hour ago.
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People usually left him alone and more often then not, gave him wide bearth. Standing at six and a half feet without an ounce of superfluous flesh to be seen on him, Iris was an imposing figure. It was hard to tell what racial community he fit under though. Being so tall and having pale skin usually caused people to think of him being of cacausan (sp?) origions, but his eyes spoke otherwise. Narrow and slightly slanted, they were pure black showing that he wasn't just some ordinary white boy. Although it wasn't just his physical appearence that caused people to tread lightly around him. The way he dressed and carried himself had something to do with it as well.
His attire almost always had a sort of punkish, bad boy look to it. Tattered black hoodie with dark green and purple sweater sewn inside to fill the holes at his elbows and wide shoulders, matching pants with the same green and purple material showing at the holes over his knees, and black boots with tarnished steal plates fitted over the toe. There were also his accessorities. Black face mask, black fingerless glove with golden studs over the knuckles on his left hand, and similarly studded braclets wrapped around his right wrist, a gold signet ring on his right index finger, black choaker with yet more studs, four small golden studs over his right eye, two same colored rings on his left eyebrow, and four earings, three blue spikes and one hoop with a chain, to each ear.
His hair and tattoo often caused him to stand out even more, however. I mean, how many 'bad boys' does one see walking around with long, bubblegum pink hair, and an abstract mouse tattoo over his left eye? Iris may enjoy being antisocial, but his tastes weren't exactly helping him blend in with any crowd.
The gang member that attacked him barely even reached Iris's chin even. If the ninteen year old had been paying attention, he would have walked away unharmed leaving a bleeding and broken gang member in the dark alley that he was taking a short cut through. Instead he ended up getting suprised when the shorter and stocker guy jumped him from behind and ripped his knife along the punks side. Luckly Iris recovered fast enough to knock the other man out using brute strength before anymore damage was done.
Although he hated himself for doing even that much. Ironicly enough, for all his bad boy looks and attitude, Iris loathed fighting and senseless violence.
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Now he was sitting in a booth and bleeding in one of the worst places to be on a busy night. Esspically (sp?) if you wanted to be left alone. Praying that he caught his breath and recovered enough strength to be able to get home soon, Iris ordered a glass of flavored water from the nervous waiter that didn't seem like he would leave him alone unless he bought something. This night was not turning out as planned at all. And when his plans didn't turn out like he wanted them to, it was guarnteed that Iris wasn't in the best of moods. Although it was hard to find him in a good mood when he was outside his house. He may give off an antisocial attitude, but he was more or less just shy. Something that the types of people who hung around Tech Hut didn't often understand or respect.
((Ok. It's long, boring, and probably makes no sense, but I did try. ^^))
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 10:53 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 1:27 am
(((Heeey, guys, don't be too harsh on my char! In fact, are you all going to play perfect tough guys? xd Ok, nevermind. I want to make some interaction, so don't really overestimate my post. I hope it's ok, if you want me to correct it, just let me know. Still it's the literacy above all what we crave at here, isn't it?)))
"Sorry, hun", - Lucya half-sang, half-said to the desperate client of hers, - "See you around sometime". She picked up the check with two fingers and showed her teeth between crimson lips in a charming smile. Lucya's eyes remained emotionless. She took no pity on the men who were too weak to resist primitive instincts. In fact, Lucya did not regard them as men at all.
She started making her way to the exit, floating along the room on her high heels. The place was too stuffed with people, so breathing was hard for her and she even felt a bit dizzy...
Suddenly, one of the waiters, hurrying to the nearby booth, seemed not to have noticed Lucya in the crowd and bumped onto her, rather heavily. The girl balanced to remain in her standing position, and took hold of a table, where two young men were sitting.
The sheet of paper slipped out of her fingers and flew right on the seat in between Seiji's legs, who was just going to get out of his seat. Lucya followed it with her eyes and giggled. Then she leaned forward close to Seiji's face and met his eyes. Her hand reached down to get her check back. The guy seemed quite indifferent and a bit annoyed by what was going on. Lucya was still holding his eyes, so she make a quick smile and winked to him slyly before re-erecting and continuing her way outside.
She was in good mood, although the evening itself turned out not to be profitable at all.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 1:28 am
The snoring finally came to a stop as Ray's eyes lazily slid open. "Wh..." A sharp, stinging pain in his head abruptly stopped any further thoughts he had. He still lay on his back in the middle of the dark, secluded alleyway. What the hell was in those drinks? Dirty hoes... He'd never gotten that sick from alcohol before. Well, it didn't matter then, anyway. A new day, a new place to find for booze.
With the pain slowly fading away, he rolled over onto his stomach and pushed himself up from the ground to get a good look at where he was. "Hn..." He had no idea where he was. Ray's sense of direction could be compared to that of a rock. Assuming the rock had taken five hits of acid and a thirty minute ride on a maniacal merry-go-round.
Nothing left to do but explore. Who knew? Maybe the drinks on this new side of town would be better than anything else he'd had recently. When he finally was on his feet again, he reached habitually into his coat pocket for his cigarettes and lighter. Couldn't very well travel without one of those, could he? Now that he was somewhat sober, Ray managed to light his smoke quite effortlessly and was making his way out of the alley, kicking a trail through the garbage garden as he went.
Up and down both sides of the street, he didn't see any promising bars. A fast food joint? Psh, they didn't serve alcohol there... And those places were full of kids... Loud.... Noisy... Ugh, kids. His eye caught a group that appeared to be adults who were dressed as if going to a party. Well, better than anything else he had to go on. Ray 'stealthly' followed them, hoping wherever they were going... It had alcohol... After all, he couldn't think straight when he was sober.
(( I'm having a hard time keeping up, school sucks right now. D: Argh. ))
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 12:07 pm
Lucya (((Heeey, guys, don't be too harsh on my char! In fact, are you all going to play perfect tough guys? xd Ok, nevermind. I want to make some interaction, so don't really overestimate my post. I hope it's ok, if you want me to correct it, just let me know. Still it's the literacy above all what we crave at here, isn't it?))) "Sorry, hun", - Lucya half-sang, half-said to the desperate client of hers, - "See you around sometime". She picked up the check with two fingers and showed her teeth between crimson lips in a charming smile. Lucya's eyes remained emotionless. She took no pity on the men who were too weak to resist primitive instincts. In fact, Lucya did not regard them as men at all.
She started making her way to the exit, floating along the room on her high heels. The place was too stuffed with people, so breathing was hard for her and she even felt a bit dizzy...
Suddenly, one of the waiters, hurrying to the nearby booth, seemed not to have noticed Lucya in the crowd and bumped onto her, rather heavily. The girl balanced to remain in her standing position, and took hold of a table, where two young men were sitting.
The sheet of paper slipped out of her fingers and flew right on the sitting in between Seiji's legs, who was just going to get out of his seat. Lucya followed it with her eyes and giggled. Then she leaned forward close to Seiji's face and met his eyes. Her hand reached down to get her check back. The guy seemed quite indifferent and a bit annoyed by what was going on. Lucya was still holding his eyes, so she make a quick smile and winked to him slyly before re-erecting and continuing her way outside.
She was in good mood, although the evening itself turned out not to be profitable at all.((I'm not even going for the tough guy look. xd Since when does a tough guy throw a fit over his portable video game girlfriend? -awaits Bagel's post-))
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 4:53 am
21st Cherry Boy ((I'm not even going for the tough guy look. xd Since when does a tough guy throw a fit over his portable video game girlfriend? -awaits Bagel's post-)) (((Hehe, it's just that you were already getting out, so I had to choose the one still sitting wink )))
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 7:21 am
Lucya 21st Cherry Boy ((I'm not even going for the tough guy look. xd Since when does a tough guy throw a fit over his portable video game girlfriend? -awaits Bagel's post-)) (((Hehe, it's just that you were already getting out, so I had to choose the one still sitting wink ))) (( 3nodding Totally understand.))
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 4:04 pm
Raynor wakes up, startled as his servers tell him they're done burning the volumes of data onto CD's. he coughs. then shakes his head, wiping his eyes.
"How long was I asleep? I haven't slept in a long time..." He grumbles, rolling his chair back over to his computer to find it with a blue screen. "meh, should've been expecting it, I had it hacked open for a long time.. maybe.." Raynor looks over to the clock on the wall, and yawns, standing up as he goes to get a cup of coffee. "I was on it for seven or more hours..." He goes into his kitchen, and gets a cup of coffee, and as he walks out the door, he sees the same gang that mugged him yesterday mugging another guy... "Darn them... Well, this time... I'm prepared."
Raynor leans up against the wall next to the buildings glass doors, and looks over at them, staying mostly hidden, as he pulls out a small taze-gun. "Good thing I had professor supe this up a bit." Raynor grins, as he walks out the door, slowly aiming the gun at the biggest man, keeping the gun concealed, then fires. "Blast, I missed." I blue tracer shows the gang where the shot came from, and they look over at it, right as Raynor jumps to the side, concealing himself and the gun, as he aims a second time, this time, with it up at his face. "Die, son's of-" A man hits Raynor in the back of the head with a wooden plank. "What the..?" Raynor turns and fires, hitting the man who hit him dead on, knocking him unconcious. Raynor turns again, to find that the gang had already left. "Dangit!" Raynor gets up, hiding the gun, and walking off to the nearby firnig range. "Darn fools..."
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 5:10 pm
When concerning preference of social gatherings Seiji couldn’t agree more with what his hobo companion was voicing. Seiji gave as satisfied grin at the remark of leaving the place. He reached forward and grabbed ac couple more of the pale wrapped sustenance. They found their way into one of his various pockets
"yeah those darn chicken claws are always overcooked and you really aren’t getting your money's wo.." The last word trailed off as his attention was grabbed by a piece of paper. it floated into his field of vision like a feather in a storm of electronic music. he watched it float down slowly and land right onto the zipper of his oversized pants. He glanced up to see where it came from and was met eye to eye with a very attractive female.
He turned a bit red at the sight of her. He knew she was a prostitute yet the hormones didn't care for a persons occupation. despite his distain fro a working woman such as her his body made the immediate connection it would whenever it saw any attractive woman. He felt really awkward. He was a romantic usually and to be this close to a woman without notice or easing in to it made him feel a bit akward.It showed.
He wathched her hadn reach forwad and grabb the paperthat had taken residaance in hsi lap. He tensed up almsot anicipating this as another trick of hers to get another customer. His mind raced to find a way out of it but only came up befuddled due to the nature of the predicament. He was relieved when her hand moved quickly and somewhat politely avoiding any contact with his person. he breathed a sigh of relief as she quickly left. His became immediately self conscious of his flushed complexion and sweat palms. he wiped his hands on his shirt and quickly proceeded to exit right after Keiji.
Hooker or not, she was definitely hot.
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AnqeIicDemise Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 7:48 pm
Her odd neighbors had come and left without much care in the world before the young girl could notice. It was for the best, perhaps, as she had completely lost herself in the massive coding that was meant to override the family's website. There was a look of concentration on her face and the furious tapping of her fingers conveyed the urgency she was in. In these cases, even Makoto got out of her way.
But then the phone rang and after going on unanswered for the billionth time, Tuesday's newest neighbor tapped her on the shoulder in exhasperation. "You know, it might be an emergency."
Tuesday gave him a glare before tearing her hands away from the keyboard. "What do you want, Thurs-- it better be important." And apperantly it was, as the young girl immediately began packing up her things as the other person on the line chattered away.
It didn't take long for the young girl to 'hoof' it across the street and make her way past the doors of the Tech Hut in dissaray. Those well kept waves had become disheveled, the long grey scarf she wore barely hung around her neck... and it was obvious that she'd fallen at some point by the fresh scrape on her left knee. The black mesh had torn and blood trickled down the delicate material, but by the look of determination, it was obvious she didn't care. With a half-crazed look in her eyes, Tuesday grabbed a nearby patron as he was about to take a bite of his food and spoke. "Where's the restroom?"
"What?"
"The ladies room, where is it?" She asked again, squeezing his arm before he pointed in the direction. All eyes where on Tuesday as she ran across the restaurant and slammed the ladie's room open. She was either crazy or had a horrible case of diarreah...
"Always the drama queen," responded Thursday as she leaned over the sink with a tube of lipgloss in her hands and proceeded to apply a genereous amount of red tint across her thin lips.
"Goddamnit, Thursday, I thought he had hit you or something!"
"I said I had an emergency, and a snag with him, but nothing more."
"It sounded like you were cryi--"
"I wasn't."
"And the fight?"
"A missunderstanding."
"Then what the hell is going on?"
"Brush your hair, honey, you're going on a dat--"
"A what?!" By that point Tuesday's pale complexion had donned a rosy tint that let her sister know all was not right on the youngin's camp. If she's not a goddamned lesbian, I have no ******** clue as to what she is but I'll be damned if I don't find out tonight. thought Thursday as she caught her sister before she ran out through the window.
"Look, the moron thought it would be a nice idea if he brought his cousin along with us to, you know, show him the town.... but he's being a third wheel if you know what I mean. Come on, Tues... do this for me? Pretty please?"
"Thursday!" snapped Tuesday as she pulled her arm free. "I got other s**t to do than play 'save my sister's sex life' at a time like this....I absolutely refuse to-- goddamnit, don't do that! " Her twin was now pouting and whimpering. If she didn't do something now, Thursday was bound to start crying and that was never good.
Without saying another word, Tuesday bolted out the door, fingertips tugging at her scarf. Thursday followed close behind, buzzing behind the black-clothed teenager whispering and begging with every stride. At last, Tuesday stopped, and sighed. "Fine, which one is he?"
Her sister promptly pointed out a tall young man with short brown hair and whose fashion rivaled Thursday vibrant pinks. Tuesday felt like gagging. Not only did she think a man who put the most hideous, effeminate clown in existence to death (not that there existed one) was definately a man she'd never date, she knew who the guy was. He was the most obnoxious guy in her grade who never, ever, ever shut up about about himself. Oh god, if it isn't Narcissus himself, the most shallow creature in existence, both in intelligence and looks. I got to do something...
"No. Absolutely not!"
"Why not?"
"Because I said so!" She hissed, twisting in her sister's grip.
"That's not a valid answer."
"Well, that's too bad."
"Tuesday!"
"I won't!"
"But!"
"I can't!"
"Why not!? Its not like you have a boyfriend or anything."
At this point, Tuesday had begun to panic and began to look for a way out. She had even fancied faking a heart attack right then and there when her eyes fell on a pair of familiar faces. A boyfriend, eh? ".... um...."
Thursday followed her sister's intense, shocked gaze to where she was staring at the hobo and his friend. It was nearly impossible to tell if the color on Tuesday's pale complexion was that of anger, desperation or jealousy. But before she could question the youth further, Tuesday had escaped her grip and had began walking toward the young men at a furious pace. "You're single, right Tues--- Tues? Don't ignore me!"
"Sweetheart!" exclaimed Tuesday as she reached the male couple. Was she talking to them? Definately. "Its such a surprise to see you here-- I thought you weren't coming into town 'till Friday!" Oh god, oh god.. who's going to be my pretend beux-- the stinky, loud-mouth homeless idiot or the overly shy one?
"You should have called me," she said, her left hand snatching up Seiji's hand before pressing her slender frame against his body. The way she spoke oozed affection and familiarity. "I would have arranged something, you know?"
With a soft giggle she tip-toed and pressed a kiss on the young man's cheek. She smelled of cocoa, ramen and a feint trace of chemical preservatives. From the corner of her eye she could see the way Thursday was scrutanizing her every move.
"Save me," she whispered, her free hand holding onto the collar of his coat. "I'll do and give you anything, but please save me." And with that said, she pulled away to face her sister.
"Thursday, this is my boyfriend...." oh s**t.. oh s**t... oh s**t..
"How come I never heard about him?"
"Well, I didn't want to say anything because its a long distance relationship, you know? We met on the net about eight months ago and have hung out a few times... I wanted to see how things worked out before letting you guys know a word, isn't that right, hun?" Tuesday then looked up at the young man and gave his hand a squeeze while her eyes begged for mercy. Oh... god.... I should've picked the stinky one!
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