A thousand lies and a good disguise [Open;Ramses]

[Perseus "Percy" Black]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/tables/camolike.jpg); -webkit-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px;] [STYLE=-webkit-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; margin-top: 10px; border: 5px solid #022d4f; height: 100px; width: 100px; background-image: url(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/Tolkis/Tolkis10-1.png);][/style][STYLE=-webkit-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; margin-top: -110px; margin-left: 35px; float: left; border: 5px solid #022d4f; height: 100px; width: 100px; background-image: url(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/Tolkis/Tolkis10-1.png);][/style][STYLE=-webkit-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; float:right; margin-top: -110px; margin-right: 35px; border: 5px solid #022d4f; height: 100px; width: 100px; background-image: url(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/Tolkis/Tolkis10-1.png);][/style] [STYLE= margin-top: -28px; margin-left: 10px; font-family: arial black; font-size: 42px; letter-spacing: 10px; color: #014a75; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: -2px 0 #000000, 0 2px #000000, 2px 0 #000000, 0 -2px #000000; font-weight: bold]spellbound[/style][STYLE= margin-top: -20px; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 13px; color: #ffffff; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000;]You cannot have this control on me[/style] [STYLE= width: 350px; background-color: #525C65; opacity: 0.8; padding: 5px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 0px; border-top: 5px solid #022d4f; border-left: 5px solid #022d4f; border-right: 5px solid #022d4f; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px;]Boots hit the concrete hard as the blue haired man landed from his leap from the rooftops, his eyes flashing this way and that as he kept an eye open for anyone who may have spotted him. Seeing not a soul who may have, he pushed himself up and made his way to the other side of the street, quickly blending himself in with the people there in the darker portions of the alleys. As a spy, it was his job to be quick... sly.... perfect. There was no room for mistake. Last time he made one, his hunt turned into a rather bloody fight, and he ended up killing his target rather than apprehending them. The important part was that the DNA had been retrieved, even if the information his target held was not. It wasn't entirely his fault. Kill or be killed. That was the rule of thumb. The way on the street. If you can't handle the heat, get the fuck out of the kitchen. Percy loved the heat. He went searching for the heat. He craved it. Thankfully, Penthus seemed to realize that, and sent him after the more dangerous targets - the ones where a fight was more likely to arise. His blades looked so pretty soaked in red... the thought of it sent a shiver of excitement down his spine. He liked to think he was a nice person, not overly violent... if you were on his good side, he didn't have a problem with you. In fact, even if you were on his bad side, he still didn't seem to have that much of a problem with you - he'd just rather love you by strewing your broken body pieces over the city than with a gift - and he'd do it with the sweetest of smiles. But he was here, not looking for the heat, but for clues instead. He had overheard some people talking about the black market... and he knew that if he played his cards right, he could gain some valuable information here. He simply... had to find the right people. It sounded harder than it would really be, in all reality. He knew the other men that worked at Epispect... so he could pretend to be a grave robber... yes... and offer his 'goods' for sale to be pointed in the correct direction while avoiding other Epispect spies or hunters. Thankfully, while wearing his spying gear, he blended in quite well, the look more like one of the people who visited this area every day rather than one who wanted to shut the place down. With a rather cocky grin, he slipped into one of the crowds, glancing left and right, catching bits and pieces of different conversations - transactions happening here and there for smaller goods that were of no concern to him. He didn't need a sale. Especially not one of trinkets or weapons. He need a person. Just one. [/style] [STYLE= width: 350px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 20px; border-bottom: 5px solid #022d4f; border-left: 5px solid #022d4f; border-right: 5px solid #022d4f; text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; background-color: #01192d; opacity: 0.8; padding: 5px; color: #ffffff; margin-bottom: 10px;]TAGS;; Ramses ;; Open NOTES;; Snivy Egg 1/10 ;; Le spy outfit~ CREDITS;; Ryuujin [/style]

[ramses]

When she was just a girl, she expected the world
But it flew away from her reach, and the bullets catch in her teeth

He didn’t belong here. No; he looked like he belonged here, but he really didn’t. Ramses didn’t belong in any place with people that could stand within ten feet of him, let alone the crowded and overpopulated Jungle, where everything went and nothing was sacred.

But he looked like he belonged here, and that was all that mattered to him at the moment. Nobody paid attention to him as he wove in and out through people and streets, searching but unable to find what he was looking for: gears. Not any regular set either, but clockwork gears, like the one you found in those old timey grandfather clocks that sat in dusty parlours. He needed them for templates, because once he got a certain set of gears, he could make them on his own if provided with the metal. Copper or brass, mostly, because gold was costly as hell these days.

There were too many people here. He hated it.

Ramses picked through as quickly as he could, but definitely not quick enough. Perhaps he looked somewhat sketchy, taking glances over his shoulder and frantically looking around him the way he did. It was nothing in his bag that was of debatable legality, nor was it anything in his pockets or in his genes; it was just simply fright brought on by being around people. He picked up his pace, plain brown eyes screening the small stalls and finding nothing.

Of course, that meant that he wasn’t paying too much attention to where he was going. He looked up a second too late and walked right into a man with dark hair and even darker clothes. Ramses uttered what was probably the most indignant squeak he’d ever heard before scrambling to straighten himself up, clutching his bag tight by his side. ”S-sorry… ‘m sorry…” His voice was barely above a whisper.

In the night, the stormy night, she’d close her eyes
In the night, the stormy night, away she flies and dreams of paradise

[shiro]

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