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 Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 7:42 pm
Sometimes Nathan Darrow liked to push the borders of his own set rules for trouble making. Generally, he stuck to the familiar, which was a rather wide range already. With his paintball gun, in particular, he had ideas and guidelines that dictated what he shot at, or who, when the time called for it.
But Nathan was not one for routine. Practice. Organization. Predictability. He even got bored when it was his own decisions that began to feel like they were getting too 'normal'. He had to rebel, against that schedule, that grind of daily life, just as much as he had to rebel against the world and his father.
So he had to do something new.
Paintball over his shoulder, he slinked through the cover of night to get to his newest target. There was something taboo about places like this. Churches, graveyards. Taggers stayed away. When someone broke a grave it was always a big deal. He had to wonder what a little paint would do.
And there was really only one way to find out.
Lacking any fear of vampires or zombies as he entered the graveyard and ran by any buildings with light in them, he made his way to what he imagined to be the most secluded part of the cemetary. Who would want to be here, at this hour, besides kids up to equal measures of no good? He leveled his paintball gun at the grave, grinning as he opened fire on the nearest head stone, so old the name on it was faded.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 6:56 pm
Not everyone in a cemetery at these hours were up to no good. Young Devi Gellner was there, as well, minding her own business and collecting her thoughts in blissful silence. She had a lot to think about these days, and other things that she wished she could not have to think about. The images of the violent death of Captain Dioptase still haunted her, with the Captain's throat slit and esophagus exposed. Devi grew up in a funeral home and spent her time at cemeteries with funerals. The deaths she knew were pretty. They were not ugly, not like Dioptase's. She had far too much respect for the dead to be okay with what had happened.
Which, perhaps, is why she was so greatly bothered by the sound of a paintball gun firing off in the cemetery. Devi turned around quickly to see a teenage boy firing his weapon at a grave. Her brow furrowed - who the ******** vandalizes a grave? Ordinarily confrontations with teenagers who are dicking around in the graveyard is something she would handle with a few harsh words and threats to call the police, but not anymore. No, disrespect for the dead will not stand.
Devi pulled out her henshin pen and called out for her transformation into Sailor Requiem. It was then that the Senshi of Burial marched forth to the common vandal with full fury.
"Hey, you!" she screamed as she rushed forward. "What the ******** do you think your doing? Have you no ******** shame?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 8:33 pm
If he had been powered up, Nate might have sensed the approach of another senshi from behind him. As it was, he was simply enjoying his 'art', though he certainly wasn't making anything pretty or even specific, blowing off steam by shooting the paintball gun randomly. The voice startled him, and he whirled on impulse, gun level.
He saw that it was a senshi, though, and immediately relaxed. Unlike a normal person, he didn't find them intimidating. They were all on the same side, right? And anyway, he could just power up if she wanted to start a fight.
"Shame? Why no, of course not, I don't sell myself that low. Pride. I mean, look at this work of art, huh? Certainly made this place look a bit more... lively."
He grinned at her, wondering what had her panties in a twist. From the look of her get up he imagined she had something to do with the dreary setting around him. Why else would she be there, and getting pissy about some old, nearly forgotten grave getting a much needed fresh coat of paint?
Gun resting on his shoulder, he watched her daringly.
"Gonna do something about it?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 6:24 pm
"Oh, you're just going to be a ******** pain in the a** about this, aren't you?" she spat. "How about you apologize for disrespecting the dead and clean off the graves or I'll rip off your balls with my bare hands and shove them so far up your a** that not even your boyfriend will be able to find them. Am I ******** clear?"
She tended to make a lot of violent harsh threats when angry, usually empty threats, but this boy was crossing the line. Civilian or not, he was certainly not innocent, and she would have no problem bringing down her full fury onto him.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 8:49 pm
"Whoa. That's not the kind of language I expected from a lady."
He shook his head, as if disappointed in her, clicking his tongue behind his teeth. He had to wonder, though not care, what got her so upset. Did she really care about the graves that much? Dead people? What kind of a creepy senshi was she?
He always thought their job was to keep the living people alive and well. Or at least alive, in his standard.
Nate grinned, casting a glance around. There was no one else nearby, and he didn't quite care about another senshi knowing who he was. There were a few already, after all. And she didn't actually have his name yet. He took his henshined up, just to show off, folding his arms over his chest as he stared at her.
"What was that about my balls?" Chaonis asked, thinking it funny since now he was well armored and fairly protected against any such attempts.
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 7:15 pm
This vandal was a Senshi? s**t. Requiem didn't mind beating up one of her own side over a situation like this, it would just make the beating up part of it all a bit more difficult. She, too, crossed her arms and mimicked his actions.
"Look, I don't give a s**t that your a Senshi," she started. "Or that your balls are so delicate they need some extra padding. What I give a s**t about is that this is a place of the dead, where they are put to rest, and that better be ******** respected. People come here to visit the graves of their loved ones. Only a true ******** would vandalize that grave and ruin it for them. But hey, congratulations, you proved yourself to be a total s**t."
She then marched closer to him, furious. She was much shorter than him, and eventually got so close she had to look up to see him, but her stonecold face did not crack. "Now you can redeem yourself in my book and wipe your s**t up, or I can beat the living snot out of you, Senshi or not."
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 10:25 am
Chaonis watched her, eyes focused. He listened to her explain what got her so upset, looking at the grave he had colored. Why was it so important? Anyone who knew whoever was buried here was dead and gone, it was so old, and clearly no one remembered them. Hell, the body was probably lost to the worms and the dirt at this point.
Maybe he was missing something. Obviously he was.
"Well maybe I'm a ******** then," he said with a shrug, "it looks like a stone to me. So what, you hang out around here all the time and make sure mean shits like me don't come around and mess with it? Aren't there more important senshi-things to be doing?"
He watched her, folding his arms over his armored chest, trying not to take an instinctive step back as she marched over to him. Staring down at her, he glared back at her.
"Super senshi," he amended, "but I don't want to fight you. Hell, it's not that big a deal. I dunno how I'm supposed to wipe paint off though." Like he would. Except he might. She seemed to be upset about more than the grave, and even Chaonis wasn't so dense as to miss that. He powered down, at least, lifting his hands in mock defenselessness.
"Why do you think I need to respect dead people I don't know? Or, better yet, why are you so mad that I don't?"
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 9:21 pm
"I really don't need to explain myself to you," Requiem crossed her arms. It was true, perhaps there were more important things for her to be doing than lurking around the graveyard - but this was her sanctuary. Her safe haven. And she wouldn't have it disrupted. "I could give you a whole big speech about why you should respect the dead, but if your dimwitted parents didn't instill basic values into your peasized ******** brain, then that's their goddamn fault. But imagine your stupid parents were killed. Then I shat on their ******** graves. Would you take issue with that?"
"I don't know your damn parents," she said, and then pointed at the grave. "But that grave is an ancestor of someone. That's not for you to ******** around with. The dead can't defend themselves, and their loved ones can't always be here to defend their grave. Neither can I - but I'm here now telling you to shape up your ******** act. So are we all kapeesh now, captain douche bag?"
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 3:39 pm
Nate bristled at the mention of his parents. His mother was nothing to him. Just a person he had spent some time with, then moved away from, like a college roommate. Except he had been a child, and she was supposed to be taking care of him. Even so, he had no real emotions toward her, and didn't think much about her now. Not in the light of a parent, at any rate.
But he had Dad issues a-plenty. He hated his father, and wanted to feel like he was more important to Tony but never wanted to admit it or do anything to earn it. He knew he had never gotten any life lessons, or at least stubbornly refused to acknowledge any. He knew he was rude and dense and oblivious to all things polite.
But she didn't have to point it out.
"I'd wonder what you ate, needing to take a s**t in the middle of the graveyard," he said, trying to appear calm. But for some reason, her words stung more than he thought they would. Why?
"You're very eloquent for a lady," he said, with a sigh. He nodded his head though. "Yeah, alright. Kapeesh. s**t. I'll find something else to vandalize, is that better? Something that belongs to someone who's alive, and can defend it." He grinned, trying for a joke. He liked things to be chill, or at least for only the other party to be upset. When he was emotionally involved he needed to abort the situation and fast.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 3:42 pm
"Go for it," she shrugged with a tone that might as well have said '******** you.' She wasn't particularly bothered by what he had just said, but he had gotten her too riled up and angry. She wasn't an easy girl to calm down. "Piss on a cop car for all I care, just stay out of the cemetery and don't b***h about it when your punk a** gets busted for pulling stupid adolescent s**t like a twelve year old."
"Lucky for you, I don't feel like cracking skulls or draining out brains today, so I'll let this one slide," she added. "So you can go if you want, or is there something else you'd like to piss me off about?"
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 11:55 am
Nate nodded his head.
"Alright," he watched her for a moment, feeling strange. It wasn't that he had never felt bad about something before. Of course he had, he was human. But in his teenage years he had abandoned the urge to actually give those feeling credence. He didn't care about feeling bad. Guilt had very little meaning.
Except right now, apparently.
Maybe it was dealing with dead people. Or her passion about respecting them. It was a taboo thing, messing with dead people, even if Nate didn't buy into it. He watched her, then scuffed his foot on the floor and jammed his hands in his pockets.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 5:39 pm
"You should be," she grumbled. She realized she was probably coming off as a b***h. Hell, it looked like she even made the poor kid feel like s**t. For some reason, that sort of made her happy. She didn't know she had that effect on people, it was kind of nice to know. But at the same point, she didn't want to have the kid go home and beat himself up over it. "Chin up; just don't let me catch you ******** around again." She tried to be light-hearted as she said that, but she wasn't sure if her social awkwardness allowed her to do successfully.
"So what part of the woods did the pack of wolves raise you in with no manners?" she teased. "Receive any formal education?" She hadn't seen the kid around before at Meadowview and he didn't look much older than her - and certainly not like a Azure Valley boy. Perhaps a Hillworth boy, or one of the many drop outs of Destiny City.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 7:30 pm
"s**t, I don't care," he grumbled, though he did. He didn't know why, but he did. Generally, he didn't care about a damn thing, ever. Why this was any different he would probably never really know.
He just wouldn't paint any more things related to dead people. Avoid the trouble all together and go back to not caring about anything at all. That seemed like the smart thing to do.
Smart in Nathan's terms, at least.
He was surprised by her change in tone, but at least it let him immediately relax. He grinned at her, chasing away whatever tension he had been feeling and replacing it with his usual cocky air.
"Dropped out of high school," he said with a shrug, "didn't really do much good, anyway, before I came here. Looking for my dad, blah blah blah. You're not one of those 'but school is so important' people, are you?" Tony was one of them, for sure, and he had run into a few other students of the local schools that seemed to think their tenures behind desks were the most important things they would ever do in their lives.
To him, that was just sad. Who would want to waste their time with all that?
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 4:17 pm
"School is important," she stated. She wasn't a big fan of school, but she saw its value. She then added on to clarify her statement: "But it is not for everyone, as long as you are headed in some sort of direction I guess. For you it seems to be a direction that ends up with a stint in juvie or prison, or at least an awful lot of court trials." She smirked, trying to be playful. "I suppose that can count as a direction, in some sort of really ******** up and kind of pathetic and sad way."
"You ever find your dad?" she asked. The topic of parents did resonate with her - her own had moved out of the city to flee from the dangers not too long ago. She knew where they were, and she knew they still loved her, but there were times where she felt abandoned and alone.
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 8:49 pm
Nate laughed at that, offering her a shrug and an innocent that failed to look anything but devious.
"I've got more of a plan than that. I mean, the whole 'don't get caught' thing helps. And so do the super powers. Anyway, I don't need school or direction now. I'm not going to be living a normal life, anyway, right? Might as well enjoy it."
That was a weak and mostly made up argument: he had lived the exact same way even before he had awoken as a senshi. He was just a talker, and said things for the sake of it, sometimes.
He winced at the next question, though, shrugging his shoulders.
"Yeah, I found him." That was that. He didn't want to go into detail, especially because he was embarrassed by his doofy librarian father. Not the man his mother had told him about, definitely. Not that Nate would have liked that guy, either. He sighed, checking a watch that wasn't there.
"I should probably go. All the good walls will be taken before I can get to them at this rate." He grinned, paintball gun in hand.
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