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 Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 10:22 pm
There is no real plot! Simply that elven society is seen as lower than anyone else. They are nothing but slaves or low class citizens to others. And that, is the plot itself!
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 10:32 pm
 Izaya sat on the concrete of the lower end of the city, his silvery hair shadowing sun kissed bronzed skin. A violin was held lightly in his hand and a soft melody seemed to resonate in the air, which seemed to stir what ever life was about. He was well known in the lower city, as a strong spirit who would never, ever give in to the ways of society. He would not be someones slave, as he was a free spirit and refused to be anything but. He got by...somehow, though not as well as others. But he was stubborn and well liked by his people, they helped him...took care of him and he played his violin. His music had a lovely ring to it, as if he was born to play the violin. As soon as he finished playing a few songs he stretched his legs out and arms up above his head, listening to the far off sound of vehicles... It was funny...elves were never meant to exist, they were creations humans came up with and as time went on they developed their own sense of self and..well now they were practically human, besides their strange beauty and uncanny grace, plus their pointed ears were a distinct feature...which was probably why humans liked having them as slaves.... crimson orbs narrowed darkly, his eyes...they were a rare shade, something that humans either loved, or hated...he didn't care though. He remained defiant, though strangely enough he never actually caused any problems. He just lived.....lived his life for all it was worth, and despite how miserable life in the slums could be, he...was content.
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 11:55 pm
 There was no questioning, there was no doubting. The human race was far superior than the things that were created long ago, genetically mutated to look a certain way and have a distinct feature to set them a part from the real things. Humans were real, these 'elven' were fake and an abomination in society. To eradicate them from this world had been a goal from several anti-elven groups that had developed over the years. Not that this particular man was a part of one of those groups. Mr. Hosten belong to an organization made up of wealthy men such as himself as they focused on the enslavement of the elven race as well as offering other things much like "evlen"-trafficking (prostitution) for other wealthy men. They used the "evlen" kind as if they really were things to be used, abused and thrown aside when finished with.
Mr. Hosten happened to be one of the board members and his attitude toward these none-humans varied from time to time but usually he was cold and uncaring to them. If he saw one dying in the streets he would walk by as if he didn't see anything.
On this day he had heard a haunting sound, a sound he wanted to stop yet listen to at the same time. He wore a thick black trench coat for it was rather chilly out, his hands deep in his pockets and a cigarette sitting loosely between his lips. His eyes had caught sight of the creature that had been playing the music he heard not to long ago. It irritated him slightly that it had been produced by such a thing. And so he continued walking down the side walk. He felt something in his pocket and pulled out a penny. It surprised him to see he had such an item, it wasn't even money. Tossing it, the penny flew in the air and hit the elven's violin. He simply continued walking on.
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 12:07 am
The moment that penny hit his violin a flare of annoyance ran through the elven mans very being and without really thinking about it he had stretched a leg out and caught the mans ankle with his own, tugging at him to make him stumble before he retracted his leg and stood, crimson orbs focused entirely on the human man in the thick black coat."You know, I understand the whole 'elves aren't equal thing'. But must you be oh so immature as to bother me? I'm not a huge fan of you humans either" He stated in a oh so blunt tone as he put his violin away and allowed a young little elf girl to take the case and run off with it... he didn't want to have it around if he were to get into trouble. It was the only thing he actually valued, a token passed down to him by his mother.... But at this moment in time that didn't matter. What mattered was the arrogant man before him. Sure he stood a bit taller that Izaya, but his defiance remained. The elven boy licked his slightly chapped lips, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared the man down, daring him to come at him. Yes, Izaya was...well, defiant to the core. "Arrogance is one thing. But this is my home, this is our streets, and there is absolutely no reason for you to be here. So please, i would appreciate it if you showed yourself out, human." he seethed, practically spitting out the word human. If one were to look closely, Izaya's eyes were pure red, not specked with the crimson color like most who had this eye color. They were a bloody color and quite...unsettling to most. "Oh! sorry, am I supposed to bow and grovel? I forgot that humans desire us to do such actions. It seems i'm simply not capable of apologizing to humans" He added in a falsely innocent sounding tone. Others had gathered, standing in their doorways...even some had dared to watch from the streets.... they were family, but they would not speak up like Izaya did...Izaya, simply wasn't afraid, and that, would be clear if the human man were to look into his blood stained orbs.
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 12:17 am
Mr. Hosten had indeed stumbled but he caught his balance and straightened out again. His broad shoulders had been hunched momentarily until he stood tall and craned his neck toward the rodent that dared challenge him. But it was always much better to watch things like them feel tough. He let the evlen boy speak, going on about this being their streets and arrogance and humans this humans that. When he finished he didn't bother to turn his body to face him. He merely tilted his head while looking at the elf and replied with a deep and mellow voice.
"Oh it can speak?" He paused for a moment and grinned, his cold eyes glanced over at the people who were watching by the door. Grabbing the cig from his lips he blew out smoke from his mouth and nostrils and tossed the bud toward them as it landed in the trash can sitting out. Clearly his intentions...or hopes were that the trash went a flame.
At long last a car drove by and stopped beside him. It was a town car and he got in and the driver drove off back toward his home.
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 12:40 am
Izaya nearly scoffed at the human, oh he had heard it all and Izaya knew it. "yep, arrogant" He mused to himself, watching as he tossed his cigarette...must have forgotten there was a chemical in cigarettes that wouldn't allow things to catch on fire and simply put it out. With a yawn Izaya turned on heel, not even waiting to see the man drive away. And so he simply walked home...well, it wasn't much of a home. more like the top story of an old abandoned warehouse he lived in by himself, a place where he could sit up on the roof and play his violin to his hearts content...which was definitely the plan. The little girl had placed his violin just inside the door, and thus he picked up the case and made his way up a winding stair case that quite literally lead to the roof. Once up top he opened up his case and stood on the edge, tucking the violin under his chin and thus began to play. It wasn't a humans song, but his own. A haunting sound that seemed to fill the air and simply hang there, drawing in anyone who would hear it. The song was filled with the pains of the elven race, the troubles that they faced every single day. but it also held joy, the joys of being alive and being able to love and be loved. It was his own creation, and it would remain in his memory as he would never, ever write it down. It was his, and his alone. Izaya would stay there for hours, simply playing what ever came to mind, but he would always return to that song..... his own creation. No human would ever take away his freedom, his spirit. That he was sure of.
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 6:52 pm
Now usually Mr. Hosten would forget about a worthless creature he just encounter but the elf had dared scuffed his shoe. There was also the fact that he had dared tried to play tough in his presence. All in all the young lad had to get a little message that would make him realize that he aught to shut his mouth. Later that night a car was speeding down the road and came to a screeching halt in front of the home where Izaya's "family" lived and as they all lay in bed sleeping they would soon have a rude awakening. The men in the car were dressed in black and got out of the car, opening the trunk and pulling out bottles of assorted alcohol.
Lighting the rags that were stuffed into the bottle with a fare amount sticking out they began throwing the bottles at the building as the fire quickly spread, rocks being thrown at the windows and bottles flying inside spreading the fire in. The men then hurried into the car and drove off into the distance while people around were panicking and trying to get the fire out but by now it was too wild to control.
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 7:14 pm
The moment Izaya caught sight of the starting blaze, he took off. His own home was on the outskirts, away from everyone else so...well anyone would assume that he lived with everyone else in the little community. "s**t s**t s**t" He hissed under his breath repeatedly, making his way into the streets. After doing a scan to see if everyone was out, he then proceeded to helping put out the fire.... It had to be that mans doing. Anger blazed in the males eyes as he helped the others put out the fires....after that he proceeded to helping them scrounge for what ever they could still use.... "all of you....you can stay at the abandoned warehouses.... Humans dont go there. Just be careful, they're not all completely safe" he warned, simply giving them a place to return to..... Now, he had work to do himself. That man...that human man had messed with the wrong person, Izaya would not let such a thing fly. "He wants to see houses go down in flames huh" he growled under his breath "Fine" He added as he stalked back to the warehouses.... It was there that he entered a small warehouse located far in the back, which from a glance seemed like it was completely run down and useless, but inside it had a few pieces of arsenal that Izaya would gladly use now. "two grenades, one pistol and a blade..." He voiced out loud to himself, letting crimson orbs settle on the weapons. "That'll do.." He added as he set to packing them up, placing them on himself in a way that would...well all in all hide them, all but the blade that is. The weapon was long and curved, covered by a leather sheaf which he had tied tightly to his belt. "A lil bit of tracking is in order" He chided to himself, and then set off. Usually Izaya was docile, well...to people who didn't act up against him. He didn't like humans, that much was certain, but generally he left them alone..... bloodshed was something he liked to avoid, especially after he left the resistance group. Izaya was a born killer, graceful, silent, dangerous. It took him a while to figure out his way through the streets, until he came upon what Izaya could only assume was that arrogant humans home... "Time to fight fire with fire" He purred under his breath as he easily breached the security and slipped onto the property. his tongue slipped over partially chapped lips as he inspected the building, finding a window that was open...perfect. Now he wasn't about to go inside...just....cause some havoc. After taking out a grenade from his pocket he let his eyes dart to the open window and pulled the clip from it. He then tossed the grenade into the open window, and ducked, plugging his ears to protect his eardrums from the blast. As soon as it detonated he was on the move again...he still had once more bomb, and he planned on using it. "I wonder if there's a study.....lots of books to burn then, fuel the fire" He purred under his breath as he continued to move, freezing when he spotted just what he was looking for....bingo. Once again he pulled the clip and threw the bomb, watching as the glass shattered and the bomb went off...and then the room went up in flames. he stayed to watch for a moment as the room went up, before a malicious grin took to his lips and he simply walked away. He knew this meant war, he also knew that the man would likely come for him right away...and that was exactly what he wanted. Izaya had directed it all at himself and planned on taking all of the blame...this was his fight, and he wouldn't let anyone else get hurt because of him.
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 7:32 pm
As the luxurious home took a beating some security finally showed up, some trying to extinguisher the fire while others had dogs trying to find the trespasser. The dogs were barking loudly and it was indeed chaos going on. Meanwhile the security cameras (hidden in places one could never spot) were recording it all. Just beside the mansion was a smaller building, a building where security worked and hung around while watching the camera's, and that was where Mr. Hosten stood, smoking a cigarette as usual. They sat there in silence while he stood behind them watching all of this unfold.
"Sir we can catch him easy, it's your call," the head of security said as he glanced up at the man who had a pleased expression upon his face. "Sir?" He paused for a moment before looking back at the screen and then a light bulb lit. "I see."
"Do you?" Mr. Hosten replied as smoke spewed out of his lips and danced in the air around him.
"This is something you were expecting?"
"More or less, yes." He said when another man rushed him, a man also a board member in the organization he was in.
"My god man, your house is in flames!" He took his coat off and looked at the screens and spotted the person who was still lingering about.
Mr. Hosten chuckled and dropped the cigarette on the floor and simply smothered it out with his foot. "Yes it is, but the fire will be put out shortly."
"Well there's the ******** who's doing it all, why isn't anyone getting him?" He looked at Mr. Hosten with confusion and even more confused when looking at the grin on his face. "Have you gone mad?" Naturally anyone would ask such a question.
"Of course not my friend, this is just a statement I'm trying to make?"
This only further confused the man and he asked, "Wait you had that elf do it?"
Another laugh and he replied, "Indirectly yes. It had a rather interesting run in with this elf earlier and I got a brilliant idea. In order to spread the word that these things are not meant for equality I figured I'd show their cruel nature. So I had one of the anti-elven groups have a little fun with this one's friends or family which ever and I knew he would come to the conclusion that I was behind it. And now here he is proving my point for tomorrows breaking news."
"My god. Either you're a cruel son of b***h or plain genius. This video will spread like wild fire...it'll boost up are business that's for sure! Well then seeing as that this is some sick plot of yours I'll be heading home." As he headed for the door he added, "It's a good thing this is your ex wife's house." Everyone laughed and he left and Mr. Hosten left as well going to his home, a mansion but smaller than the one that was now half destroyed. For the past two weeks he had been residing in his ex wife's house while she was away visiting her parents. They were divorced but still had a friendship of sorts going on. He wasn't entirely cold hearted.
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 7:46 pm
Izaya stopped in his tracks when the gleam of light off of glass caught his eye...a camera...so a set up was it? that was...great really. Perhaps media would eat this up, but this would only make the resistance move more.... they had been sitting by idly for too long. Izaya simply turned full front to the camera and a smile lit up his face "Come face me you arrogant Dog. I'm all alone so why don't you come snuff out the fire yourself? Or are you too scared of getting burned?" He voiced, knowing full well that there would be audio. This man would hear his words. "I'll be here, waiting" He added with a bright seemingly innocent grin, before he simply took a seat at the base of a tree and let his crimson orbs close. He could hear the dogs barking and the chaos from the house... The lack of response simply told him that this wasn't the right place. 'seems i have another house to wreck.... or a life to ruin' he commented silently to himself....he didn't even like fighting really...he didn't like causing havoc. All he wanted was a normal life, a life where humans didn't treat his people like the scum of the earth but...that seemed to be a lot to hope for. A soft hum resonated from behind his closed lips as he sat there, his crimson orbs still shut lightly. he could hear everything around him... but that didn't matter. Either that human faced him or he didn't....either way, Izaya would find him. He let his humming grow a bit louder, the melody...was once again his own. It was the song he always played on the violin, which of course did have words....but he rarely sang. When he did it was either when he was extremely happy, or extremely upset....
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 8:05 pm
A whole lot went on until morning. Mr. Hosten was dressed nicely as usual and sat at a studio re watching the tape before most of it was cut off after the evlen man sat down. "There we are, this will air soon and you'll be interviewed shortly after." The producer said before heading off to do other work. He then went and waited until he was introduced by the news anchors and once that was done he sat beside them as they talked about last night events.
"I'm not quite sure who the guy was or what his motives were honestly, I just feel bad that I'll have to explain to my ex wife why her house is burned down. "
"Well did you go confront the trespasser? It looked like he sat there to wait for you." The woman asked him while looking slightly concerned.
"No. I'm not a violent man, I refuse to enter a senseless fight. Unfortunately security located him but when they got there he was gone. I'm sure he'll be found quickly and justice will be served. Also I would like to add that another home was set ablaze as well though in the poorer side of town but I doubt it was the same man. By what I heard it was one of the anti-elven organizations, they typically commit arson the same. I'm just shocked to see something like this occur and I'm not sure why it was directed either at me or my ex. But nonetheless I'm sure this city will do what it can to stop the rising violence. I suppose this simply shows that the elven race are not docile creatures and as I said before to others, they pose a great threat. I simply ask that you all go about this city in caution." He replied with a smile, looking into the camera thought who knew if the elven was watching or not thoguh he didn't really care.
After a couple more interviews he left back home, an area with plenty of large houses that looked the same except for the insides of course. Inside he lounged in his living room flipping through channels. Any other tape from the previous night was burned or destroyed even the one used on television (the full version that is). Things had to be done properly.
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 8:14 pm
Izaya hadn't stayed there the next morning...instead he began tracking down the whereabouts of the mans real home...which actually wasn't quite as hard as he thought it would be...well no, it did take him all day. But when he did find it...well he let himself in through the front door. What about security outside? Well they were taking a nice forced nap on the cold hard ground. Izaya simply stretched his arms up above his head as he looked about the dimly lit mansion. judging from the way things were kept, he could easily figure out that the master of the house had a few rooms he routinely went to ....but that didnt matter. Instead he took out his gun and fired a round into the floor, listening to the sound resound through the entire house "I don't like waiting. Maybe i'll start another little blaze to pass the time" He called out nonchalantly, knowing his voice would ring through the house easily...he was taking a risk here...and honestly he didn't care. Izaya would make this man pay...he already knew that more actions against elven society would be put in place and people would be looking for him in particular. It was simply time for him to act out.... and he was amused to find that humans were very....well, slow. Fighting them was simple, even the ones who were trained bodyguards! it was simply pathetic. "Come play with me~" he chimed in a sing song voice, placing his gun back in the holster whilst he listened for the sound of someone approaching... He wouldn't attack... he didn't exactly feel like killing anyone...not yet at least.
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 8:56 pm
Mr. Hosten wasn't sure why these things occurred at night, either way he despised it. He was currently in his study, far too busy doing other things to even notice anything odd going on or even hear the elven speaking. He busied away clipping his nails in a hurried fashion but it was the click of the door opening that got his attention. His back straightened and he sat there with his back to the door his hair messy.
He sat silently for a moment before speaking, his voice a lot smoother, sweeter and almost heavenly, "What do you want? Now isn't the best of times you know..." This was assuming it was someone that worked around his house.
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 9:04 pm
Izaya had stopped and leaned on the door frame, raising a brow at the tone that was used. Well that was....weird "So you're deaf right? I mean, most people react to gun shots and threats of having their house burned down." he stated in a rather nonchalant tone, his arms lifting to cross over his chest as he inspected the figure before him...though he couldn't see the mans face. "Also, what's up with your voice? are you perhaps working on a new persona?" He added, jabbing at the man in any way possible without actually using physical violence. Izaya took a few steps into the room, letting his arms fall to his sides as he waited for the man to face him "have fun with your little show? the media ate that up...but really what more can be done? People already kill us for fun. Rape, murder, slavery, nothings changed in the slightest.... I wonder how your kind would feel about that treatment.... maybe we should turn to human ways. Show you all the cruelty that's been inflicted upon us" He voiced as he let his gaze wander away from the man and inspect the study. "Oh...and I let myself in. Your should really work on that security of yours. Couldn't even handle one man"
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 9:11 pm
"Don't you know that drunk men can't fight?" He replied as he sat there with his back still facing the elven man. "It's all bad timing. The time I let them have fun and get wasted happens to be the time you decide to show up. Can't blame them, they're only human after all." He grinned and placed his hand on the desk, his nails really dulled down. Standing up he continued, "As for your previous statement, hasn't your kind already done such a thing?"
It was now that he faced the male and he would be faced with a man who turned out to be...well not entirely human. His face had looked far "prettier" than before and his eyes were crystal blue, a blue color never seen on a human before and it was has his hair shifted slightly did his slightly pointed ears appeared.
"You were a part of all the senseless killings and violence before right?"
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