Sleepless Nights (Open)

[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/tolkis_005.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/tolkis_005.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/tolkis_005.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;]Generally, when the clocks striked midnight and the moon was high in the sky, full and bright enough to light the streets below, even the slums that hid themselvs under the canopy - people were tucked away in bed, sleeping the dangers that came with the dark away. Percy was not one of those people. As the sun went down, the bright colors of the sky turning black, he found himself unable to fall asleep as he rested in his bed, thoughts swimming around in his mind, restlessly, images flashing by under closed eyelids. Sighing, the man sat up in his bed, pulling the covers from himself, eyes focusing themselves on the wooden floor, lips thinning as a decision came to his mind. Sliding from the warmth of his bed, Percy made his way to the closet, pulling out clothes to dress himself, the yellow growlithe laying by the bedside stand raising his head as he walked by. A soft, subtle sound fell from his maw, directed toward his trainer as the man pulled a dark colored, long sleeved shirt over his head, sparing only a glance toward the canine before turning to grab a vest. Pants slid on next, followed by boots, a few blades hidden away and a chain at the waist - a spy was never truly off duty, after all. Without a word, Percy left his room, the Growlithe quickly scrambling to his feet to follow, not leaving his side for anything even when he walked out his door and onto the streets. It was a cooler night, the sky clear, allowing for one to gaze at the stars shining high above, only dimmed by the light from the moon. Not a word had fallen from Percy's lips since he had woken, it was so unlike him, the Growlithe noted, his ears laying back with worry as he gazed up at the man. He kept his silence like the human at his side, allowing the man his thoughts - but worry still clouded his mind and features, tail drooping slightly as they walked. He knew something was bothering Percy... yet he also knew that Percy wouldn't tell anyone what it may be - time would be the only thing that could take it away from the human... the Growlithe had learned his patience this way. Percy, however, found comfort in silence, in fresh air and walks - however late at night they may be. He never confided in anyone, as the pokemon at his side knew. He was the type to keep his problems to himself, buried deep within - a secret to all around him, even thouse he considered dear. It wasn't that he didn't think that they shouldn't have to worry about him or his issues, which he thought to be petty to what others may have, but rather that he was afraid to let anyone know the things that bothered him. Percy, surprisingly, held many insecurities within, masked under a flirtatious, devil may care exterior, bound with determination not to let anyone know what resided within - nobody had ever seen him drown within himself as he often did when he was alone. Sliding his hands into his pockets, Percy tilted his head backward, blue eyes now gazing at the stars as they twinkled in turn with eachother, a deep sigh slipping between parted lips in the moments before he began to chew them in thought. Before long, he found himself standing before the slums, a place he came to often, both on the clock and off - most black market transactions happened within this area, along with countless other illegal happenings drugs, sex trafficking, murder... to name a few. But those were none of his concern. Percy came here for something entirely different... Illegial Gijinka and the underground marketing of pokemon DNA. When he couldn't sleep, the man went looking for information... and perhaps a fight or two to get his mind off of thoughts he'd rather not have. Gripping the handles of a few small throwing blades within his pocket, Percy spared another glance toward the Growlithe at his side, the puppy narrowing his eyes - understanding where they were and why they were here. Raising his nose to the sky, he sniffed, head moving from left to right with his maw parting, breathing in to taste the air, looking for any traces of people... but even the slums were pretty dead at this hour. Snorting, shaking his head, Artemis stepped forward, his nose falling to the ground instead as he began to walk foward, Percy following behind, forcing himself to relax as they moved, giving him the most casual appearence he could... even if the thoughts in his mind continued to claw at his heart. [/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;; Illorie NOTES;; ... I'm sorry... Percy usually isn't depressed, idek what's up with him... CREDITS;; Open [/style]

[Val Channing]

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[atrb=style,width:70%;] Slipping from shadow to shadow, twirling and spinning as he went, anyone who happened to have the eyesight strong enough to see him would think he was just another tweaker in the slums, jacked up on some nameless chemical concoction. While getting close would be beyond dangerous, it would reveal that the young man was also humming quietly to himself, a tuneless beat, eerie in the darkness of the Jungle. He stopped suddenly. Beneath the barely attached awning of some small building long ago the victim of arson, Val opened his eyes. They shined a bright, unnatural yellow, and quickly narrowed as a dangerous smile crossed his face. Without further adieu, he leaped arms first through a glass-lined window, rolling expertly into a safe landing. His gang had been eyeing this place for roughly a month now, and after figuring out a general pattern of activity, Leader had finally ordered him in for reconnaissance. So, here he was, carefully maintaining his balance as his eyes swept across the innocent-looking debris. On the whim of a sixth sense, he knelt down to look at the area immediately around his feet. He was balanced atop some awkwardly piled plywood that seemed to be the support beams from the roof, now sagging heavily. Judging from the area where the sag was at its worst, however, the planks seemed to have been repositioned; the beams were missing more from where the window sat at the front of the house, and these were shifted toward the back. He stepped down from his perch onto a clear spot of the floor. This was the dangerous part. Hands twitching as his muscles tensed, he scoped out a spot behind him, then kicked at the beams and jumped back. Nothing happened. Still twitching, he waited for his adrenaline rush to fade before moving forward to examine the spot. Immediately he focused in on what was not-so-clearly a handle, but without being able to tell how much of the floor it removed, he was reluctant to try it. Still, he was here for recon. If there was information to be found, it was his job to find it and bring it back. A deep breath held in his chest, he stalked over and knelt down to grasp the handle - tick... tick... Eyes wide, out the window - fire licked at his legs, but his pants suffered the worst of it. He needed to leave. Now. On his feet, mind racing, eyes looking everywhere at once. Hot. Red-handed. Up would be safe. None of these could support him. That odd grin. Time to go. Took off running, winding a path between buildings, through buildings, over buildings. Confuse them. Caught. He slowed to a stop, spotting the lone figure and his dog and thinking himself done for. Not breathing hard, but with an adrenaline rush strong enough to fully dilate his eyes, he stood erect, hands at his sides, twitching irregularly. Ready to fight.	[atrb=align,center] SIT BACK RELAX [STYLE=background: #0A0A0A; padding: 15px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style][STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: consolas, monospace; letter-spacing: 3px; line-height: .9; text-align: center; padding-top: 5px; width: 100px;"] SIT BACK RELAPSE AGAIN [/style]
[cs=2] Was I in your nightmares recently?

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