Saint
Zero Star
~Sacred Loathe~[M:0]
He realized he's overly scared to be alone...
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Post by Saint on Apr 22, 2008 22:18:39 GMT 7
"Oh" I said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I slipped."
Saint's attention spun a hundred and sixty degrees from the lady in leotard to the "Damsel in Distress"--or so her scream made her to be. He replaced his choker in his pocket and watched the seemingly unhurt girl dust away her attire.
Another set of words followed, making Saint think he made a mistake running for someone who seemingly slipped. However, his focus suddenly widened. He wasn't paying attention to much of the victim's words...he was, anxious. Having everyone's restrictors off, he felt like they were to kill each other right then and there. His Alice was, in ways, connected to sensing feelings. So much intensity in the air.
"Oh, nevermind. Have I worried all of you here tonight?"
Saint's eyes turned to the Damsel in Distress No More.
"Uh... kinda.." A girl whose name he had not caught said.
"Yeah, you sure you're alright?" Saint added with little unease as he ran his fingers over the lining of his robe.
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anonymous
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Listen to the beat. >3< Oh yeah.
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Post by anonymous on Apr 23, 2008 8:40:44 GMT 7
“But what is so stupid, monsieur?”
He sighed as the question penetrated his thoughts. It was his temper again, his stupid uncontrollable impatience; even now he wanted to snap back at her. It wasn't her business, but she insisted on asking with such a mocking tone- not pathetic, but strangely familiar...and annoying. And that lavender ribbon...if she didn't stop it he would personally rip it. It was driving him insane.
"Nevermind," he said dismissively, mentally kicking himself for losing his cool again. A bit.
"wow. this is really fun." Said a voice from the sidelines, and Drake stopped himself from turning to see. "maybe I should scream as well?"
You'll be screaming once I rip your insides, he cursed in his mind. These people- maybe it was the growing crowd. It always made him angry to be in the center of attention- or to say, one of the watchers.
Had he really stooped that low?
He glared at the girl who had first caused all this trouble- and she spoke.
"Oh" she said, looking surprised. "Oh, I'm sorry. I slipped."
"Now, if you must. I must excuse myself from the crowd since I have a business. You see, I'm trying to--" she paused, combing her hair at that, each glossy strand sliding in between her fingers. "Oh, nevermind. Have I worried all of you here tonight?"
"Uh...Kinda..."
It was Elyon this time, and he sighed once more- this was certainly tiring him.
"Yeah, you sure you're alright?" said the silver-haired man, his fingers sliding over his robe, looking...as composed as ever. Or maybe with a little unease.
He couldn't blame him. There was something definitely wrong about the whole gathering. And he decided it best to be frank about it.
"Yes, quite a ruckus thou have created, mon ami. Care to explain what had transpired...a little more descriptively?"
Perhaps it wasn't the best time to sound mean, so he made his speech a little more...friendly. And a bit demanding. Yet he couldn't keep the annoyance from lining his voice.
[ooc: Writer's block...such a common disease. >.>]
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Post by Jason Psychosis on Apr 23, 2008 11:29:49 GMT 7
"Oh, nevermind. Have I worried all of you here tonight?"
I think I should stay...... Jason thought as he looked around, But now that this restricotr's off I'm gone!
"Well," Jason sighed, "Not that thids isn't fun, but I've gotta go!"
With that he transformed into a coyote and ran into the blackness of the forest.
When he was a few feet away from everyone, Jason transformed into a bat and watched the events play out from a safer distance.
Better safe than sorry, he thought.
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Post by | Pearl | on Apr 27, 2008 17:57:27 GMT 7
I never thought that a boy would run off. My bad, I should have stopped him. Nevermind about that now. I shall entertain te crowds in front of me right now. They're getting sick of waiting for my answers. And I guess my reasoning wasn't very good either.
A brown haired brat-- british by the sound of his accent, was sharp.
I needed to act to those sharp ones. They can be a threat. It wasn't hard for me to be so angelic either. I am a performer after all. Amusing the kids. Their alice restricors were taken off-- it seems.
Now it shall be fun.
"Oh~" I said with a tone. "It's nothing really... Just a freeze."
With that, and a single strand of hair which I had plucked out when I had ran my fingers through my hair, had my attempt at grabbing the first victim.
He could be very usefull. He's sharp, smart looking and good looking. No one would be daring to hurt him. Or so I think.
However, it was worth a shot.
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Saint
Zero Star
~Sacred Loathe~[M:0]
He realized he's overly scared to be alone...
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Post by Saint on May 7, 2008 23:30:17 GMT 7
"Oh~, It's nothing really... Just a freeze."
Saint peeled his eyes to see what movement she did. Did she just pluck her hair? But what happened next was not of his knowledge.
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Post by Jason Psychosis on May 7, 2008 23:40:27 GMT 7
"Oh~ It's nothing really... Just a freeze."
Jason's eyes must be playing tricks on him. Nothing is making any sense. Trying to see what was going on, he swooped down to a lower branch on the tree.
No matter how far down I go, this will still make no sense....
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anonymous
One Star
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Listen to the beat. >3< Oh yeah.
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Post by anonymous on May 13, 2008 16:30:56 GMT 7
It could have happened in slow motion, and still he would not have seen it. His mind was quite blurry, and when the movement was done, he felt his knees give way beneath him and he...swayed to the direction he was pushed to- or rather, pulled into.
"Oh~" the tone was mocking, provoking, moving through his thoughts like an elegant snake. "It's nothing really... Just a freeze."
There was a slender object that rubbed on a bare part of his skin- silky and long. A hair strand? He risked a peek from his position- bending back towards the so-called student who had earlier asked for help- bending his head to the side, letting his hair fall over his face. How embarrassing.
"What are you...?" he asked, strained.
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