Untitled as of Yet

[fracturedprince]

(OOC: Me!)
(AOOC: I "named" the city. :S But, maybe there is something better. Meh.. I'll change it when the time comes.)

What a fucking jerk? I'll interrupt him next time when he is trying to study!

Don't worry yourself. He would have being confused by the jargon anyway.

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Looked to his phone, 'Back to school,' he said to himself. Matthew did speak to himself often, or, he just knew no-one bothered to listen. At least he never replied out loud; simply answered any questions and got on with life.

Bag packed with his notes, glasses, books, and everything else he brought. He paid his bill and made his way to the Hawthorne University. Glad that he wore his sleeves, as usual, he noticed the chilly morning air as it hit his face.

'Mmm.. The cold' The cool breeze was welcomed. Matthew loved the cold. Not just for its lower temperatures, nor the flora.

[Akuma Ookami]

((OOC: Please, tell me now... Is he going to end up having powers? -_-" ))

Following suite, Jaize walked beside her through the park. It was actually quite strange... Talking to someone else after living alone- Well, sort of alone.

He had wanted it to stay that way. He didn't want to get involved. He was fine when he was alone. Yet here he was, walking alongside someone he barely knew. In the park. He didn't dare think further on that one.

"... So..." Very awkward, "How have you been?" He said turning slightly to see her face. It was ridiculous really. Out of all the things he could of asked. He could only think to ask how she was…

One thing was for certain… This was going to be one long walk.

[Fractured Princess]

(OOC: Everdale is already an existing place. How about Serenity? Or Hawthorne cause that actually sounds kinda city-ish. Just brainstorming. Feel free to contribute or accept someone elses ideas. It's up to you guys obviously. This needs to be a group decision as we ALL own the RP)

Krystal could not help but to chuckle at his question, how was she? "I could complain, but I won't. How about you?" She was thankful to be rid of that awkward silence though, it gave her shivers - silence did that. Silence always reminded her of the night she decided to leave her family, it gave an almost huanting sensation that caused her blood to run cold. She hated silence. This was her reason for never leaving the city.

[Akuma Ookami]

((OOC: I think I rather Hawthorne, but as you said, it's obviously a group decision... Thing. And also, what's a jargon?))

"I suppose it's better than usual, though I can't complain," Jaize said turning back to look infront of him. "How about a game of 20 Questions to pass the time?" Funny, he still couldn't think of anything to say... Might as well try to get to know her...

[Fractured Princess]

(OOC: Look up the word "jargon" in a dictionary. Lol. And I like Hawthorne too. But yeah. What does everyone else think? If you don't like the suggested names then can you please give us a name so we can all decide. Lol. Cause I'm lost when it comes to naming cities and stuff. ^^

Krystal's stomach threatened to clench, but it seemed to take pitty on the girl and settled enough for her to answer without thinking, "sure, why not?"

She looked down at her feet but still smiled. Why did she have to smile? As slight as it was, it was still there. Surely she would be looking like one of those bimbos who smile at everything, even the bad. Kind of like that Lisa girl from Australian Idol.

[YahNe]

(OOC: Hawthorne's good )

Tahlia had adapted to the idea of Rex pretty quickly; of course he got screamed at whenever he tried to converse with her during classes or... showers... Other than that their friendship was okay and the council hadn't bothered Tahlia after that incident.

Rex did notice a file on her though and it was quickly building up with her daily habits and questions about how she replaced him in the fight. He'd need to do something about that.

But until then he wouldn't say a word about it to the girl... she might not help him then.

[Fractured Princess]

Artax watched over the park from a great height; it was interesting the people you saw all in the same vacinity - wolves, pires, humans, shifters, kanetics... It intruiged him.

His golden eyes shifted to a couple on the street as they strolled along, hand-in-hand. His pupils became slits as he watched. It sickened him that such a pair could act in such a manner - that ANYONE could act in such a manner. The ones he detested were the ones in love - a thing he would never have, never feel and NEVER want. The very memory chilled and churned inside him and he willed the thoughts to pass as his mind quickly filled with new thoughts - fresh thoughts - plans.

He ran to the side of the building that over-looked the alley and dropped gracefully to the ground, his black, velvet coat falling even more gracefully behind him.
He stood and straightened his neck with a crack before walking out onto the busy street and stepping in line behind the couple.

[Envious Envokation]

Loreli looked up and smiled at her treasured one whose hand she so lovingly grasped. With her head resting against his shoulder they strolled down the street, the many people rushing by did not seem to matter as the wandered along in their own little world. They could never be more of an opposite pair but they seemed to fit together so perfectly that nothing could break such a strong bond. She was such a bright angel and he was so dark - but both had a lovely nature and not a bad bone in their body.

Loreli had golden hair that waved down her back but came to an abrupt end just above her pelvis, her skin shone with a luminous inner light, lips of a pink rose that only an angel could possess and eyes of a pale angel blue took residence on her beautiful, rounded face. She was slender, fragile and small at only 5 foot 2. Where as her long time partner stood at a proud 6 feet and had a strong, masculine build with sturdy square shoulders and a strong jawline and nose. His eyes were the deepest, darkest brown and his hair was black and cut short to be spiked up only slightly with a small amount of gel.

Their smiles never once faltered while they were together - on a day such as this - as they walked hand in hand. Nothing else in the world mattered.

[Scarecrow]

Icarus sat on the steps of an appartment building that opened onto the main run of the city. Cars, people and animals all passed him by as he merely sat and watched the day pass with little else to pre-occupy himself with; not that, if given the choice, he would choose to spend his afternoon any other way.

[Fractured Princess]

Artax smiled as the two crossed the road and walked off into one of the side streets. He continued to pursue the couple until the crowd thinned and they turned once again into an even more deserted street. Now was his moment.

A gust of wind separated the couple, sending the male stumbling into the gutter and the female sprawling to the side of the building. Back, and it had knocked the man to his hands and knees, to his stomach. A moment passed and the dark haired man was lifted from the ground and thrown into the wall, pinned face first to it by another.

A voice spoke in little then a whisper, thick with an accent. "Do not try to scream. Do not struggle. You will only arouse me further." A finger stroked the side of his face as he began to twist in an attempt to free himself.
The attacker hissed and pushed the man's face hard into the wall. "I am in no mood to restrain you any further, precious. Settle or this will be no fun for either of us."

Before long a man lay, abandoned in a pool of his own blood with a deep, oozing cut from ear to ear.

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Artax perched himself on the edge of the brick wall that surrounded the park and watched as his new-found pet sobbed uncontrollably on the grass. Funny, he thought, how no passers-by stop to ever help the troubled souls that cry for their assistance. Funny, how oblivious the human world can be.

[Envious Envokation]

Loreli crumbled to her knees and sobbed. How could this happen? Why? How? What? She could make sense of none of it. Her life had suddenly crumbled in around her to form a claustrophobic sphere tightly around her now fragile and weak body. The man at the wall sickened her, she longed to run, tried to will her legs to move but her body was paralysed with the shudders and spasms from her uncontrollable gasps.

She had been dragged to this spot though did not need much coaxing, she seemed to stumble, he just held her from falling. His touch was icy and it caused her skin to crawl. He could not be human, but that could not be possible.

She threw her head back and screamed as the sun set, the people passing did not even turn to stare, turn to wonder and inquire. She was abandoned now. His face flashed inside her memory - her memory - it was the only place he would live now. She could hear his voice telling her to be strong. He was always telling her to be strong. Her eyes opened and she looked up. "Be strong?" She whispered to herself. "Be strong." It became more of a statement now as she clambered clumsily to her feet. Her legs swayed for a moment but stabelised all the same. She would be strong, if only for him.

Turning only her head, she looked to the man perched atop the graffittied wall and said, her eyes filled with sorrow "You took from me, all that I had. Why did you spare me? Why did you bring me here where I could make a fool of myself?"

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The teen tossed clothes and toppled objects as he made his way around the dark flat, trying for anything even remotely valuable. His violet fringe flicked across his left eye got in the way from time to time, but it looked good enough accompanied by his shorter black hair at the back - though he wanted to tare it off at the present moment. His skin was an average pale with his lips but a shade darker, abnormally pale but coloured just the same. His eyes shone yellow now, though usually glowed a brilliant shade of blue. His canines were sharper then your average person and his senses were sharp - they had to be when he was breaking and entering.

His baggy black pants were a poor choice of clothing for today, but he was not aware that he would need to pull off a job on his day off. The straps on the backs of the pants kept hooking and hindering him, though his black "Kiss me I'm metal" shirt seemed to behave itself just fine. He could have a tail and be more careful then what he was with these pants. His current nerves were not helping aid his situation any, however. He had not been scouting this joint and so was not aware of how long the occupant would be away for. It seemed he found a poor old guy though with no valuables.

Wait just a minute, there was a camera - not very flashy but it was something. Alekxandr picked it up and examined it.

[fracturedprince]

After Waite walked the stairs to the apartment he stopped to rest. Pulling out his keys, he soon realised a small noise that came from the apartment. He had nothing of value, if you ignored cloths, except for a camera.

As if jolting he swiftly threw the key into the door and turned the handle. He pushed the door open and could see little in the darkened room. He moved to through the others and with adjusted eyes, saw the trail a burglar had made. Waite followed the trail to his room and was stunned.

He had found the intruder. His eyes narrowed and darkened to a midnight blue. He saw the glow of the intruders eyes - yellow. Waite spoke with an almost twisted voice. ‘Do you know where you are?’

As if spooked by the clearly demented tone Waite chanted. The burglar went through the window, and down the escape.

Waite could only watch as he saw his only priced possession leave with the yellow-eyed thief.

Waite followed and trapped the creature on the level down. Pinned to the floor of the landing, the stranger was forced to face Waite.

‘Xander,’ he loosened his grip… ‘Xander?’

[Akuma Ookami]

((OOC: I heard news that if I didn't RP my account dies... so yah. I'm RPing again ))

"Sweet. Ummmm..." Jaize thought for a while. What the Hell should I ask her? "Okay, what's your favourite colour?" ... That was so lame.

Hrrm... This is so complicated... Jaize inwardly sighed, he had no idea what to do. Why was he even here right now?

Damn.

[Fractured Princess]

"Um..." Krystal held a laugh, she was expecting a more creative question, but she didn't really know this guy, perhaps he wasn't the creative sort. "Anything other then green." Surely her answer would seem a bit odd, her hair and jacket from yesterday being green, but she was only being truthful. She hated the colour, detested it even. "I think a rose red actually."

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Artax smiled, exposing his sharpened fangs, and said "You astound me, you humans. How dependant that you are, how shallow that you are, how full of emotion that you are, how oblivious and naive that you are. You sicken me and yet I wish to understand, to study. You will aid me, my sweet Rose."
His golden eyes shifted quickly to his right and listened behind him. Did they have company?

[fracturedprince]

'Answer me!' Waite's body started to become weak. It was a bad time to bring back old memories. Some were good, and make his heart skip. Others were just too sore.

He used his weight to hold the assailant down. The camera laid protected between the two bodies. Waite's eyes started to return to normal.

[glow=purple,2,300]'Is that really him?'[/glow] he ducked his head from atop.

(ooc: Maybe Midnight does need a bigger part :S)