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((Haha oh man, by the powers that be, if things don't get moving soon, I might EXPLODE. And where Ala explodes, DEATH, DOOM, and DESTRUCTION follow. heart 'Cause I'm all excited about the RP again, AND I CANNOT DO ANYTHING! *Shakes you all violently*

Drastic measures might have to be taken soon... *narrows eyes* If things don't move, then this might be taken into my own hands. Muwahahahahaha....))

((You guys said don't make it long! Geez. I admit I forgot to tell you just to introduce your characters on "your" part of the city. Like the other base of the vampires is a big office tower in the city (which is probably where my character is headed...). Anyway, I'll take it from there to attack you guys like crazeh. Just type them up.))

((Cool. I was gonna post tonight ,but I just don't feel like it anymore. I'm going to go veg out in front of the tv now and draw. Blah.))

((hahhahah, Since no one else is posting... I'MA A GUNNA POST! Because I more or less have a free moment... and might as well post to this, eh? YES! That is what I shall do. AND YOU ALL SHALL LIKE IT. MWA.))

"That house over there... is it empty?"

"Which house?"

"The one over there beside that oak. You know, the white house? Is it empty?"

An older woman with a snobbish sort of nose that turned up at the end glanced out her window lightly. "Oh. THAT house." She said with a knowing nod and with a dainty hand raised her teacup to her pursed lips, sipping silently. After a moment she let her cup rest back in it's saucer and her eyes flashed cunningly. "The Thompsan house." She stated with an intended air of chilling mystery. "It's a rather juicy story... do you wish to hear about it?"

The woman set across from her at the kichen table nodded her head enthustiastically while nibbling at a biscuit. "I've always wondered just what was up with that house... it used to have such an upstanding young gentleman living in it. I always wondered just what happened to him." She said almost sorrowfully while teasing her curly hair with one hand while the other mirrored her face grotesquely with a teaspoon.

The other woman leaned in close to the table, her well manicured hands spread out over the lacey tablecloth. "Well," she began in an important voice, "A family of four used to live in that house. A mother, father, and two twin children: a boy and a girl." She smiled, leaning all the more closer. The ladyfriend leaned in closer as well, listening quite intently."They were really quite a wealthy family... and very relgious. They were very well liked in this community..." She sneered. "Except for that nuisance of a dog they had... barked up a storm all the time. Fithly little thing."

She shook her head, but then continued. "Well, they got along just fine until mysteriously their daughter died. Some think she may have been ill, and others say she was murdered, but either way the poor little thing died leaving her mother to grieve so miserably that she fell ill to her bed and could not get up again." She tutted sympathetically. "Very tragic." Though, her smile returned and she went on while her friend nodded along with her words. "Well, the boy, not nearly as valuable as the girl had been, she had truly been a marvel. Very smart, and very pretty. Her parents had had a lot of hopes for her... well, the boy, they say... got into the wrong side of things, if you know what I mean," Her face became very pale and very grave. "He got mixed up in necromancy and all these other dark sort of things."

The woman across from her drew away from the table looking appalled. "Necromancy?"

"Necromancy." The other woman affirmed with a serious nod of her head. "But he got what was coming to him, that boy, a few years later the house turned out to be completely empty. No one really knows where everyone disappeared too... but we do know that everyone is gone except for that boy and it's been that way for a couple of years now." She sipped at her tea once more and glanced out the window. "And the boy,they say, is pretty addle brained... muttering to himself and never coming out except to buy food. I suppose he drove himself into insanity. He doesn't talk to anyone, doesn't look at anyone... and he's such a lanky boy. Looks half dead to me."

"Either way." She amended with an easy smile. "That is the story of the Thompsans."

The other woman seemed to nod her head sadly before glancing out the window. A patch of bright red hair bobbed below the sill and down the sidewalk. "Isn' that him?" The younger woman asked, leaning nosily on her elbows to look at the young man walking towards the old house.

The other woman leaned towards the window herself, nose pressed falt against the glass. A young man was the owner of this bright, red hair, a very lanky sort of boy with clothes that looked like they might have once fit in a time when the boy had been of a healthy weight. Even his hallowed cheeks echoed a time where the young man might have actually been well fed. The young man truly looked like a dead walking amonsgt the living, a ghost like individual made even more ghost like with the sever paleness of his skin. "Yes! That's him! Declan Thompsan! Disgusting young man that he is!"

Declan, whom had a paper bag clutched in his arms filled to the brim with instant meals, paused in his walk and glanced over his shoulder getting that sudden feeling that he was being spoken about. His translucent, green eyes squinted even in the dimness of the evening. "Did I hear my name?" He questioned to no one in particular, though someone quite particular and quite peculiar responded.

"You're hearing things again, ejit. Who'd bother to talk about you?" A rough voice growled from the boy's shoulder. It was a dark shape with no exact form, though it seemed to resemble the vague shape of a crow. The creature of sorts seemed to be made out of some sort of fleshy shadow, though some parts of it were merely skellatal, a stark white aginst the black. And the thing had no eyes either, just two staring dark holes that were much deeper and darker than it's would be flesh.

It clacked a very sharp beak like mouth, a glowing flash of white shining briefly in its open mouth. "Just keep fecking walking."

Declan looked to his shoulder and laughed. "Grouchy as always, Crooks. And who wouldn't want to talk about me? I happen to think I am a VERY interesting individual." He stated with a bright grin as he began to walk again. "And what are you doing outside? Go back in." He commanded of the raven like shadow, a thing almost invisilbe in the twilight until he passed under a streetlamp.

"NO! I'm tired of being trapped in you all day... I need some air!" The creature known as Crooks squawked and seemed to half glare at Declan, just DARING him to respond with what he was thinking being that in fact, Crooks didn't NEED air, but after a moment Crooks swirled like a cloud of smoke and vanished beneath the young man's worn overcoat.

((hahaha, it's a sucky opening post... but I figured some... background would be useful... and he's outside... aaaaand... you'll know more about Crooks later. YEP! *done for now* At least I wrote something. *glares at the rest of you*))

(( ninja I will speak to YOU later mister xd

I need to post... *cough* yeah I'll work on that ^^))

((...I blame Hellsing for my lack of posts. I'll post tomorrow after I finish typing this thing for meh daddeh. AND YOU WILL ALL PHEER IT GREATLY! Or something. *scuttles off*))

(( I feel so bad I havent posted yet. >.< Hopefully I'll have something before this weekend is over. I promise.))

((Okay, okay. I'ma see if I can make this work. Wish me luck...!))

Marco sat on the steps of the apartment building, gaping up at the midafternoon sky--or, rather, the midafternoon clouds. He watched them bleakly through his dark hair, eyes wide and hopeful behind his glasses. The snow was barely falling, just a trickle of the white stuff; enough to make the ground cold, enough to make an ugly slush in the gutter, but not nearly enough to enjoy. He stared up, hoping, just hoping, that the drift would turn into a flurry. If the day refused to be sunny, the least it could do was give him some snow to play in.

But the snow just slowly drifted on, regardless of his observance.

Marco glared at a snowflake for a moment, looked up to the sky, and declared, "You suck." There was a small pause as nothing happened. "Really," he continued. "You suck." Pause. "I'm serious." Pause. "Come ooooooooooon."

A snowflake fell on his pantleg, as though taunting that he'd just missed the chance to catch it on his tongue. He moaned and stood, glancing up and down the street, as though expecting to everyone else on the block similarly dejected. "Come on, you guys..." he whined to no one. "You're not being fair." He glared back up at the sky again. "I COULD be having a bunch of fun throwing snowballs at cars right now, you know? But YOU'RE busy being all... all... stupid."

And still nothing changed.

Marco moaned and burried his nose in this scarf. "...I'm bored." He stepped off the steps and walked to the sidewalk's edge, and said clearly to the street. "I'm BOOOORED." He wobbled on one foot for a moment, arms clasped behind his back. "Bored, bored, bored..." He hopped a bit, "Bored b'bored..." He spun around and wiggled his arms, "Dy-boredy bored booored..." And it evolved into a small bored song and dance, with twirls, hops, and much arm-waving. It was probably the least graceful thing any passerby had ever seen. But neighbors had come to expect it when they looked out the window.

After a bit, he suddenly stopped. "Waiiiit a second. That was fun." He glared up once more, pouting. "You can't trick me! You're making me BORED! I REFUSE to do otherwise 'till you fix it!"

...He sighed. "Okay, now I really am bored. 'Nuff of that!" He insisted cheerily, and bounced off down the street. If the weather was going to be a jerk, then he'd find some awesome of his own to do.

((Hahaha, I love Marco... *cough* Though, there was NOTHING related to the actual story... 'zat okay? I figure he'll get all... magicky... when he's supposed to.

*Pokes post* It always ends up much shorter than I thought it was...))