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(( and I'm sorry if I'm confusing anyone with my post.... I'm pretty damned confused too. -.- I hate being gone for so long. It screws me up 'cause then there's so much I have to catch up on and skimming .. well.. damn.. yeah.. ))

For ******** sake, I think I broke him! Thought Tuesday as she fought back the urge to gulp loudly. I'm screwed, oh so totally screwed! I should have gone and snatched up.. um.. Keiji, right? That's what Makoto called him? He's quicker on his feet.... What the hell is wrong with this guy? Tuesday grinned, a pitiful little smile where the corners of her lips twitched as if she were struggling to keep them twisted toward the sky. A soft giggle erupted, then, a pathetic, half-whined laugh.

Thursday quarked a brow and tilted her taller frame as to study the young couple's reactions-- or perhaps she was trying to stare the shorter, although older, Tuesday into confessing. Tuesday's pathetic grin; Thursday's suddenly morose demeanor... for the first time did the girls actually look like twins. It was all in the juxtuposed mannerisms, and the faint traces of similarity in their faces.

Just when the taller, two-toned, pink-enshrouded sister was about to speak, the black-dressed one pointed to where a young man was frantically waving at them from across the room. "It seems like your hip attachment is beginning to flail on his own-- perhaps you should go and give him life support."

"Hmph." Retorted the younger sibling as she gave Seiji a hard glear. "I'd be careful if I were you... but then again, I'm sure you know how jealous Tuesday can be and what a deadly combination that is with her temperament. Keep away from the whores if you still want to stay a man."

Tuesday glared at Thursday before stepping between her sibling and supposed boyfriend. "Come on, darling, you know how much I hate this place...."

With that said, she pulled him on out with her and continued to hold his hand long after walking out. She was, after all, in somewhat of a hurry.

"Keiji! Wait up!! " With her free hand she flagged the pink-haired creature down. "I owe you my sanity..."

The idea that she could have shocked the poor boy because she knew his name was something that had not crossed the young girl's mind. In fact, the fact that she could possibly scare anyone (well, unintentionally, that is) was something that Tuesday Addams could not even begin to fathom. Instead, she offered the tech-lover a broad grin. "Having to be stuck in there for an hour while I wait for an over-priced, over-cooked, over-rated meal is one thing... having to endure that whole damned hour with my sister, her boyfriend and 'Lord Matthows, defender of the universe' is something else entirely. "

Ah.. Thursday Addams. Genetically similar and raised in the same fashion-- how could Thursday have grown up to be the obnoxious thing she was? Tuesday was outgoing in her own way. The girl was an artist, passionate about art, theory, literature, mechanics and photography. She was incredably mature and savvy to the point where she was often mistaken to be far older than she really was. Sure, she had sick, twisted humor, embraced death and all that came with it. Her grandparents were just as strange as Tuesday herself-- how did her twin sister end up being the loud-mouth, over-reacting, shallow, obnoxious creature that Tuesday was not?

The girls loved each other but often drove each other crazy. Thursday wanted Tuesday to be the twin she was supposed to be, not the 'geeky older sister'. Tuesday could only wish Thursday would get her head out of the clouds every once in a while and accept responsibility. The only time they ever got along was during a photo shoot.

"I really have to thank you-- the both of you." She said, suddenly realizing that she was still holding onto the human tomato. "I would have ended up stabbing Thursday to death with a chopstick and had her boyfriend's head on the menu, then turned on myself so I wouldn't have to hear Lord Matthos rant about his fantasy life."

(well this character is rather old, but I'm doing a bit of fixing up for his character... he's roughly based off of this character. Just be sure to note he's short, and has really weird hair. It's an old drawing, and that's a gun coming out of his sleeve. sweatdrop I've got a better picture in the works that I'll post later once I finish it.)

A cloaked figure leapt from the top of a building, executing some aerial flips and spins as he fell. When he was ten feet from the ground, the cord holding him up reached it's end and he cut it quickly, letting him land right in front of someone who looked like a gang member, complete with two posse members trailing him. "''ey watch where ya' goin', or are you lookin' for trouble?" He said quite boisterously, quite to the short boy's disdain. "You'd better get out of our way, shorty."

The short, youthful looking boy looked up at them with a smile across his face. His jaws moved up and down slightly while chewing the gum in his mouth. He scowled for a moment before tripping all three of them and leaping up on the gang member's chest. He pulled a pistol out of his pocket, and pointed it at the leader's forehead, who had now not only soiled himself, but was shaking. "Never call me shorty, you got it?" He said in a voice that was quite seperate from his appearance.

He leapt off of the leader's chest and walked across the chest of one of his posse members as he pocketed the pistol. His shoes were of soft leather and didn't make a sound against the ground. He drew some odd looks once he had walked a distance, most of which were directed directly at his odd hair. His hair was a vanity, and very important to him. He would take cutting his hair as a direct offense against his person, and would retaliate with deadly force.

He craned his neck as high as he could to read the sign over the internet cafe. "Wired..." He said to himself as he kept walking. His gaze leapt around the area, finally landing in a shadowed area. He peered forward and squinted. A monotone voice in his head said "infravision activated" and he looked to see if there was anything back there besides a rat. He shook his head and his vision returned to normal before he continued on his way.

(((OOC: Hmmm. Bagel-san, I see everyone took the possibility to comment on the "incident", we've succeeded in provoking the public a bit! Wow! wink

Tech Hut WAS crowdy by now. Still clutching the check, Lucya found it extremely hard to make her way to the exit, which was the entrance at the same time.
The girl hated crowds. Perhaps, it was even one of the reasons she went so high in her "career". She hated public transport and made it possible for herself to have taxi always at her disposal. She hated shops and shoppers and tried earning enough to visit only the best and most expensive boutiques, where each customer was treated like emperor.
Finally Lucya broke through into the open air and breathed in deeply. Flirty mood vanished while she was being pushed by the crowd from all sides and all she wanted now was to get back home and as soon as possible. From the corner of her eye she noticed junkies, gathering outside T.Hut and wondered if they were planning a robbery. But she was too far from keeping justice.
So the girl simply raised her hand with gentle little fingers and neatly cut glittering pink nails. A moment later the vehicle already stopped next to her with the driver opening the door wide.
Lucya glanced back at T.H., noticing the familiar faces leaving the place. She caught their looks, performed one of her warmest smiles and lowered her head as a "good-bye". Next moment another thing occured to her. Her unfortunate "client" might have been up to leaving too, since his date with "Minami" didn't succeed.
She didn't want another maniac following her, since things like that happened not long ago and were still fresh in her memory.
Lucya remembered at once the fear she felt when a sharp razor almost kissed her white smooth neck as she approached her appartment in the darkness. It was the fear that followed her every time she was getting back home.
No, she definitely didn't want that lustful primate to hound her home address. So, the girl seated herself into the taxi and pulled the door to close it with a loud bang. The driver glanced at her and seemed to be eager to comment, but he swallowed the words almost from the tip of his tongue when he caught back Lucya's glare.
he wouldn't look at her anymore, wondering only, where to drive.

The boy walked aimlessly around the streets, a look of contempt on his face. He looked over at a bank that appeared to be being robbed, but with no one seeming to try to make an escape. The only sign he saw was someone jumping out of a window, and decided to do something, once he had properly scouted out the area. His infravision activated again, and he looked at each person present.

ninety percent are minimally dangerous, avoid lethal encounters, if not all. Two are moderately dangerous, use sufficient force to end consciousness for approximately three hours." The monotone carried on in his head. Three are severely dangerous, wielding weaponry and/or possessing great skill. use any amount of force necessary, lethal if required.

He walked towards the individual with the greatest threat rating, the one who had just come out of the window. "You! He pointed at him as he grew closer and made sure the person knew who he was talking to. "What happened here? Who's causing this commotion?" He scanned the area for more potential threats as he waited for a response. defense systems charged and ready for immediate use. Remember, it is better to live to fight another day, even if it means to leave in defeat. The monotone sounded almost cocky in his head.

Pain and suprise. They were the first things to register in Iris's mind. When he accidentlly bumped into Keiji, he had apologized quietly and made to continue on his way. It didn't even occur to him to listen in on what the colorful hobo was saying as he stumbled away or to even stay for that matter. So when Keiji grabbed the back of his sweater and stopped him in his tracks, he ended up getting an even bigger shock then when that gang member jumped him.

Well that was the suprise, the pain came from the wound in his side. It seems when Keiji tugged on his sweater, the thick material was pulled tight and dug into the knife wound on his side. Gasping in pain, he finally listened to what the smaller boy was saying. Afterall, his eyes did light on the blood stain on Keiji's jacket, bringing into focus what was causing the smaller guy to stop him.

'Friend? I can't even remember his name and he's claiming to be my friend?' Now this just made Iris confused on top of being in pain and just getting a shock for the second time that night. Problem is, when you distence yourself from others for long enough you start forgetting how to deal with them. Thus the punkish teen was finding out the downside of being overly shy and feeding that nature instead of overcomming it.
He didn't know what to say. Just the fact that Keiji called him a friend, regardless of the not so nice grin that was smeared across his lips, had Iris in such a state that he couldn't think straight.

Then he was shoved at Seiji. Thrown completely off balance Iris only managed to stop himself from crashing into him by twisting his body to the side and crashing into the building that they were standing by instead. Not that that helped his wound either. Back against the wall, cluching his side in a fail attempt to stop the cut from bleeding, he accually managed to remain standing. Although by the looks of him, he wasn't going to stay that way much longer.

Brushing his long bubblegum hair from his eyes with his free hand, he stared after Keiji as the hobo threatened a taxi driver and took over the car. Sighing deeply, he glanced at Seiji for a moment before returning his gaze to the keyboard weilding otkau. Mild amusement mixed in with the pain in his dark eyes. "Is he always like this, or is it because I accidently bled on him?"