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Post by Akira Naozumi on Jan 31, 2012 15:13:24 GMT -5
In the city was a sinner I've done a lot of things wrong But I swear I'm a believer | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][CS=2] | [atrb=style, vertical-align: top;][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; width: 280px; background: url(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/lblue028.jpg); border: 5px solid #00688B; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -3px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px]He had only been here a few times before, and those times were spent using the secrets he knew from Epispect to aid a few of the black market's illegal transfusions. Sure, people questioned why he knew what he knew, but he never told.. he was too afraid to do so, even if he knew they wouldn't rat him out to Epispect. And he wasn't about to take any chances.
It was dark, darker than normal, the sun long gone from the sky, the moon taking it's place. And while the moon cast off some light, it was more of an eerie glow than a warm illumination. Shadows crept up the walls, people occasionally sneaking from side to side of the road from these darker spots, casting the silver-haired teen strange looks.
It wasn't as if he was a type never seen down here, but he was definitely different. He didn't appear like many of the slum dwellers did, it was obvious that he didn't even reside in the canopy either. Many people in the slums didn't like the upper class people, high, middle nor even the canopy. They found themselves envious of them all. And despite the fact that the boy found himself a nice, two story home in the middle class district, he had enough money to sustain a rather nice home in the upper class, taken from Epispect when he left.
That money was something desired greatly.
But he didn't want to be like the upper class people. He was satisfied blending in with everyone as best he could, hiding.
But... coming down to the slums wasn't the best idea for one who was in hiding, but Akira was fairly certain he could take care of himself if anything happened. If nothing else, so long as he wasn't drugged or knocked out, he could teleport away and never be found again.
But he was here for one thing, and one thing in particular.
He just hoped he could find it.
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Kei, Magnus~
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WOULDA had this up last night... but I fell asleep on it. =w= stupid illness.
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Post by magnus on Jan 31, 2012 17:37:39 GMT -5
And how about we howl, right up to the moon
Turn our faces skyward, and howl, and howl and howl It was all dark out, no stars in the sky and even the moon seemed to be hiding behind something or another. Magnus figured that even the moon wanted to hide from a place like the aptly named “Jungle”, but who was he to judge? He’d lived here for a good chunk of time, and he was in and out of this place on a regular basis, thanks to him wanting to relocate closer to home. He still needed to speak to Ludwig about it, but that was for another time. A small sigh, a puff of white smoke from the cool air. Heading back to that dingy motel room with the mystery stains on every surface available and the springs sticking out of the mattresses. It would be home, for the next little while, until Epispect needed them on the move again. Then home would be in the back seat of their company issue truck, or in some roadside motel or hell, even some deserted plot of land with a blanket and a tent. Ah, what a life it was, huh? Magnus smiled to himself, though nothing too funny was on his mind in particular. He just wanted to get to that disgusting motel room and get some rest; maybe Ludwig would be there to curl up next to. He was plenty warm, though his personality could use some fixing. Magnus’ dark green uniform caused him to stand out among those who lived in the shanty houses and tin shacks, but it seemed that he leaked an air of intimidation. Nobody came within a stone’s throw of him, and it was for the better. He turned down a side alley, figuring he’d take a shortcut when something caught his eye. A faint glimmer of silver-almost-white. The blond turned his head a fraction, still from his place in the alley, watching as the figure approached from down the street. He was usually not a very curious man, but something about this one seemed familiar… And we’ll be dreaming our nights away
In the drowse of a waning day, and hush is the golden moon
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Post by Akira Naozumi on Feb 1, 2012 6:38:06 GMT -5
In the city was a sinner I've done a lot of things wrong But I swear I'm a believer | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][CS=2] | [atrb=style, vertical-align: top;][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; width: 280px; background: url(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/lblue028.jpg); border: 5px solid #00688B; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -3px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px]Of all the things he could sense and feel in the area, he never could have sensed the fact that he was about to be in a world of trouble. His empathy from the DNA coursing through his veins could feel the curiosity ahead of him, though muddled in the other emotions of the being surrounding Magnus, but at the time, it meant nothing to him.
Without a second thought, he continued on, pulling the hood of his jacket over his head, pulling his shoulders up to hide himself for what he could. As if that would help. He may be able to hide his silvery locks, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't completely shadow the red mark on his face... the mark that his father placed so carefully that he'd never be able to completely conceal it.
He hated it, everything it was and everything it represented. It was hideous, marring... and thinking about it depressed him. People stared at it, and whether they thought that way or not, Akira always felt that they thought it was some horrifying deformity. It wasn't natural... and it made him an eye sore.
That's how he felt about it.
Sighing softly, the silver haired teen walked right passed Magnus, not noticing the older man staring at him, trying to piece together who he was... his stare was no different from the others, so he did his best to ignore it and leave the man behind to his own business, moving along with his. After all, why should a stranger care who he was?
He knew they'd want nothing to do with someone like him. Nobody ever did.
If only he knew.
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Kei, Magnus~
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sorry it laaacks
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Post by magnus on Feb 1, 2012 14:53:35 GMT -5
And how about we howl, right up to the moon
Turn our faces skyward, and howl, and howl and howl Magnus watched with an air of polite detachment, as well as a mild curiousity as the kid seemed to pull his hood over his head as he walked towards him. Perhaps he was someone wanted then, and he definitely noticed Magnus watching him. It wasn’t like the blond was trying to hide his presence, but he couldn’t help but feel that the boy walking towards him, and now slowly going past him, was so familiar. He needed a bit more time to think, and outright following him definitely wasn’t the way to go. ”Ah, excuse me?” Magnus stepped out of the shaded alley as the kid walked past, tipping his hat in good courtesy. He just hoped that his uniform, military ground force issue, wouldn’t scare him off too quickly. He was taller, definitely heavier than this person, but there was one part he was now eternally wary of. Humans were nothing for him, but Gijinka definitely were, and he had become even more careful since his childhood because of them. ”Do I know you? You seem awfully familiar.” Again, polite, just as any gentleman would ask a person passing on the street. This was a bad part of town, and he definitely didn’t want to be mistaken for an inhabitant. Even during that stint where he lived around these parts and parts like it, he liked to rise above the rest. And we’ll be dreaming our nights away
In the drowse of a waning day, and hush is the golden moon
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