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| Friend or Pure Evil?; Would you know if there was "No Evil?" | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 7 2008, 04:59 PM (63 Views) | |
| Xenneth Hikari | Oct 7 2008, 04:59 PM Post #1 |
.::Doushite~Hitori::.
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Tuning out the world…that’s all he ever did. His head bobbing as he only heard the sound of his head phones with the sound canceller slowing down the world around him. The fluid music bumping through his ears with the force of a heart beat that had a catchy tune and a voice behind it. It was pleasant, relaxing. Because of this sound… He heard no evil. His eyes were hidden as always behind the visor as it’s tint had varied between colors. From one side it seemed tint barely able to see anything, including that one pupil behind the side that wasn’t covered by his long white hair that had fallen over his right eye, leaving the left showing as it’s black pupil had gazed towards the open pages of a book. Scanning it with that one eye and probably the second even though it was hidden and well kept out of view… He seen no evil. He kept to himself. Cool and collected Trill as always. His eyes hadn’t lifted from the pages, even as a hand reached out setting a cup with a piping hot brown in the white mug, but it was only so seeable as the white foam of cream had sat atop of it toppled off with a marshmallow that was similar to the cherry on top of so many things to sweeten the negotiations. The final addition was a crispy wafer that had stuck out from the mountain of cream in the cup. He wasn’t excited nor ecstatic to be served. His mouth not opening in it’s slightest to express his joy as he acted as if nothing had happened. His finger slid across the edge of the page signaling his finish, or near finish of his book with it’s paper back yellow revealing the name in a cursive old style with it’s title being ‘House of Usher.’ It was an American imported book, but nevertheless, it caught his interest. It held thoroughly as it only caused him to smirk in amusement before lightly turning the page and then sitting the book down after sliding in the black tassel to make sure it wouldn’t shut so suddenly and he’d lose his progress. He leisured by taking his heel and shoving off with his back against the chair’s support tilting it on it’s legs slightly. He lifted the cup by it’s handle and taken a light sip letting one lip go under the cream and the other under the rim of the cup. The hot chocolate easing into his mouth as he savored the sweetness before sitting the mug down and sticking his tongue out lightly licking away the cream that was at the top of his lip. His purple tinted visor hiding his eyes under the glare so his face not showing a complete expression as his lips parted slightly. Did he enjoy or was he disgusted? One wouldn’t know from his lip movements alone…but…for the moment… They spoke no evil. Edited by Xenneth Hikari, Oct 8 2008, 12:37 AM.
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| Billie Hatcher | Oct 7 2008, 06:33 PM Post #2 |
Renegade One
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(OOC: I'm not here to tell you how to do your job, because I don't even do my own job, but... most second characters RPs are done in a different colour. ^_^) |
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| Xenneth Hikari | Oct 8 2008, 12:37 AM Post #3 |
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.::Doushite~Hitori::.
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(All the text right? I mean, I thought that was only for dialogue. Fine though I guess.) |
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| Rina Kasakura | Oct 8 2008, 12:55 AM Post #4 |
"The Firefly"
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You don't have to - totally optional. We just do that to keep track and prevent "typos of epic brillan." [There. Quoted. ^ Making up for choosing not to sig it] |
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| Ryu Zazamarou | Oct 8 2008, 12:58 AM Post #5 |
The Tinkering Duelist of Crimson Wind
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[From: The Monorail Station] After departing from the station, Ryu had made his way to the cafe, seemingly an oasis for those who wanted to just relax and enjoy themselves. He promptly sat himself down as a waiter approached him. Milk. Please. Taken aback slightly at such a simple order, the waiter went right to work. He glanced around. No one was here, save for another teen a couple tables over, probably not much older than himself. He had black and white hair, parted each way, and a visor...definately some unique eyewear for a teenager. He wondered...could he be hiding something underneath it?? Why?? Ryu's features weren't much different...a head flaming red hair matched up with a pair of sharp, piercing teal eyes. He tossed the notion aside when he noticed the book. The House of Usher. Edgar Allen Poe...an intellectual, maybe?? Or a pessimist?? For some reason, he wanted to know. So, he gathered himself together, stood up, and walked over. I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect - in terror. That's an excellent book you have there. Mind if I have a seat?? |
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| Xenneth Hikari | Oct 8 2008, 08:58 AM Post #6 |
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((B-b-b-b-but...that's not the quote. T_T)) The shadow looming over him was nothing more than a disturbance. A thwarting of his peace time as he let his eyes digress from the book and gaze at the shadow silhouette. This was bothersome….especially since the figure didn’t realize that the sound canceling headphones upon his ears that tuned out the sounds of him speaking only giving him lip language. If it wasn’t for that, he’d have to ask if this man was blind, but then, he’d have to actually take off the headphones for the answer. No use. Pretty much knowing the question asked because he did have keenness to lip movement, he pointed his right hand slowly to let an index finger to the seat across from him. He waited for him to take his seat as he continued to read his very own book. That same right hand had reached to his right ear touching the side of the flat knob that was imbedded into the side of his head phones. Going counter clockwise, he turned down his music slowly as the glare hid his eyes narrowing a bit disturbed that he had to resort to this. Can anyone go the day without approaching him? He was silent still. His eyes gazing towards the pages of the book while the music played lowly like a down beat. He bobbed his head still as if this person never approached him at all. …. His visor glimmered as his head tilted slightly. The purple tint revealing that something caught his eye on the paper that was sat on the table. That child…the purple haired child with the optimistic expression. “A Male Nurse Prodigy?” That wasn’t important! The thing was, he had something precious that legend spoke of, and because of that, Trill wanted to get a hold of this child. His gloved hands slammed the book shut before he tossed it towards the young boy across the table cutting their meeting short. It was either “return this to me later” or a “I’m done! You can have it” gesture, but Trill made that unclear. This child, the child of the “Gods” was more important of a tool to go after. …he’d have to remember to thank the local Crimson Wind Academy news article for letting him know about this vital information. [Room #69] Edited by Xenneth Hikari, Oct 8 2008, 11:04 PM.
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