let's have some fun [open]

[cha5]

[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,2px,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=style,background-color:BF5FFF;border-bottom: 4px dotted #7A378B] it is double pleasure to deceive the deceiver
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color:BF5FFF;border-right: 4px dotted #7A378B;vertical-align:top] [style=width: 90px; height:90px; float:center; border: 2px solid #7A378B; border-radius: 60px 60px 60px 60px; background-image: url(http://oi48.tinypic.com/125ntxi.jpg);] [/style] [style=width: 90px; height:90px; float:center; border: 2px solid #7A378B; border-radius: 60px 60px 60px 60px; background-image: url(http://oi48.tinypic.com/125ntxi.jpg);] [/style]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color:BF5FFF;] Akari spent the times she wasn't on jobs or scouting jobs on her own personal entertainment. She was cautious, certainly, but not to the exclusion of her own fun. (Especially if said fun was profitable - and it always was, whether it was predatory or carnal, she always did profit). She chose her prowling grounds according to the fun she wanted. For carnal, she liked to visit Roppongi. There'd be a fuss if any foreigner died, so she avoided them for that stuff. Better to avoid any serious pursuit, or even notice at all. Maybe she'd eventually make a mark in politics or something, who knew. (No, she wouldn't, she knew - the mind games were fun, but there wasn't enough variety to it to suit her, not to mention having to be squeaky clean as far as blood went). Really, she just preferred to avoid jail. Much simpler to not be forced to break out. Her haunt for the night could be taken for either of her favorite fun pastimes, depending on who she found. The young woman always looked alluringly innocent, and that attracted people of all sorts. She sometimes even enjoyed letting both her hobbies mix - ending someone after the fun certainly had its merits, and she certainly was likely to run into good candidates for one or both things.
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color:BF5FFF;border-right: 4px dotted #7A378B]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color:BF5FFF; border-top: 4px dotted #7A378B] Notes: wheeeeeee Tags: open Wordcount: 224 template made for and by Chama

[Theus Eleziel]

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-color:#200000; border: 2px dashed #A80000, bTable] I will confess I have no self control [style=font: bold 9px timesnewroman; color: #888888]Here I go, once again getting carried away [style=border: 0px; width: 330px; height: 170; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/iEm2Q.jpg)] [style=font: italic normal bold 28px/20px georgia; color: #700000; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: right]So stop me before my emotions surround me [style=font: bold 9px timesnewroman; color: #888888; text-align: right]Save me, I'm going overboard

[atrb=style, font-family: bookmanantique; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #300000; border: 1px dashed #A80000; color: #888888]Bored. Bored. Bored bored bored bored bored! Everything was so... so... boring! Laying sprawled out from a fit of frustration, Shinju stared up at the sky, her mis-matched eyes watching the clouds roll by, illuminated by the moon. Parks were supposed to be fun places, right? That's why she came all this way, just to wind up sprawled out in the middle of the yard, bored out of her skull. Where were all the kids? Why were they not there? Surely, kids played at all hours of the day, right? Right? If they didn't, well, they should! Nighttime was the best! Sighing to herself she sat up and then hopped up to her feet, adjusting her bright pink hat and jacket. It wasn't all that cold outside, but she just simply liked to wear it. It was kind of like her trademark, you know? The bunny-eared hat, especially. It matched her jacket and it was her most favourite thing. It was a good thing her caretaker let her wear it. He was strict about a lot of things, and would be really upset if he knew she broke out again. But that was an adventure for another time. For now, she had to find something to do. But what...? Well, there was always scouting. That would make her useful. He may forgive her if she did that, right? Right? Then that's what she'll do. Grinning to herself she began skipping and bounding her unsteady way through the night. It didn't matter how crazy she looked. It was fun!

[atrb=style, font-family: bookmanantique; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #300000; border: 1px dashed #A80000; color: #888888]tags; Akari, open word count;258 notes; Here, have a crazy.

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[red]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #8B0000; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 16px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 320px solid #8B0000;]THIS IS A GAME.[/style] [style=text-align: left; color: #e4e4e4; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; font-family: arial;]DO NOT TRUST YOUR EARS. WHAT YOU HEAR ARE LIES.[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; background-color: #212121; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #222222;] [style=zoom: 1; filter: alpha(opacity=70); opacity: 0.7; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 10px; background-image: url(http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f258/Kiba-Dude-/372334601.jpg); float: left;] [/style] The day had long since been over. What would come from Red going home at this point? Jobless, hunting a job, even working as a sort of mercenary for hire a few times. This was all he was good for? Brute strength? Would this of made his parents proud? Gritting his teeth at the thought of his good for nothing parents, he shunned the idea of their very existence. There was no reason for them to even have conceived him. It would of been better for everyone if he had never been born. He didn't care to remember them, or at least what he was told about them. His family members had also left him in the dust, though his fathers side was somewhat non-existent. It was as if no one ever existed in his family. That was better than how his mother's side treated him. He had once tried to beg for a place to stay from them. They turned him down as if he was some sort of rat trying to steal cheese from their fridge. They scooted him away as if he was some low life scum. Were they wrong? Red kicked a stray rock on his path. Paying no mind to where he was going, still deep in transitional words in his head. Of course he wasn't scum. Who had the right to judge him? No one. This is true, there was no one who could judge him, not for how he was raised, or how he lived. It was a pain that no one could sympathize with unless they once had felt it. And this was nothing Red would ever wish on someone. No matter how much he hated them. His attention now directed downward as he followed the cracks in the pavement. His attention was used very little on incoming traffic as he could still not see the woman strutting in fromt of him. His pace was still quickened in anger and he would not move away from his path even if he did see her. A collision was imminent. It would be like two cars colliding from different directions. And neither of the drivers would be too happy about this. Especially if one of them is Red, regardless of being at fault. [style=color: #8B0000; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; background-color: #121212; padding: 2px;] WORDS: 385[/style][/style]

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[cha5]

[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,2px,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=style,background-color:BF5FFF;border-bottom: 4px dotted #7A378B] it is double pleasure to deceive the deceiver
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color:BF5FFF;border-right: 4px dotted #7A378B;vertical-align:top] [style=width: 90px; height:90px; float:center; border: 2px solid #7A378B; border-radius: 60px 60px 60px 60px; background-image: url(http://oi49.tinypic.com/nqexd.jpg);] [/style] [style=width: 90px; height:90px; float:center; border: 2px solid #7A378B; border-radius: 60px 60px 60px 60px; background-image: url(http://oi49.tinypic.com/nqexd.jpg);] [/style]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color:BF5FFF;] Akari had an acute feeling that someone was following her, gained suddenly on the course she'd been plotting through the slowly quieting district. She grinned. There was a likelihood it was unintentional - she didn't leave many (or really...any) of her toys in any shape to come after her or send someone after her, so it was either someone clueless, potentially interested, or, the fun option, someone seeking prey. No matter what way, she needed to be out of his way. After all, she was the predator here, though no one would guess it. So, she simply slipped to the side of the sidewalk in the little park, out of the light and into the trees, as he went past, lightning-quick eyes catching the details about him. Focused - an accidental follower, angry judging by his face, somewhere around her age, and entirely preoccupied. This would be fun... Her eyes darted up the path ahead of her former follower, spotting a rather unsteady girl moving. Oh...this was going to be gold, she could already tell. She might wanna get a video of it for future amusement, even. Nah. Memory'd be enough, probably. She meandered after the kid with anger issues, hands pushed into her plain jacket's pockets. Though she'd become used to the darker shade patterns of the actual streets, Akari had adapted well to sneaking in these little blips of green, weaving across ground dappled by the incomplete blockage of the moon. It was all a matter of the right movements from her body, and paying close attention to everything. She still wasn't the best at it, but she was getting pretty damn good for someone who had little to no experience with that greenery stuff outside of plates.
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color:BF5FFF;border-right: 4px dotted #7A378B]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color:BF5FFF; border-top: 4px dotted #7A378B] Notes: creep creep creep Tags: Shinju, Red, open Wordcount: 290 template made for and by Chama

[Theus Eleziel]

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-color:#200000; border: 2px dashed #A80000, bTable] I will confess I have no self control [style=font: bold 9px timesnewroman; color: #888888]Here I go, once again getting carried away [style=border: 0px; width: 330px; height: 170; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/iEm2Q.jpg)] [style=font: italic normal bold 28px/20px georgia; color: #700000; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: right]So stop me before my emotions surround me [style=font: bold 9px timesnewroman; color: #888888; text-align: right]Save me, I'm going overboard

[atrb=style, font-family: bookmanantique; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #300000; border: 1px dashed #A80000; color: #888888]Shinju continued to skip and dance unsteadily down the road, even chancing a glance up to the moon when suddenly, something, or rather someone crashed into her, knocking her over and onto her butt, her hat falling off her head with the impact, revealing a pair of folded over ears. Stunned and more than a little confused, she sat there for a moment, trying to comprehend what just happened to her before her mis-matched eyes fell on the white-haired male before her. Wow, he looked cool! Her eyes wide with wonder and amazement, she slowly got to her feet, completely forgetting that her hat was no longer on her head for a moment. Step. Step. She slowly stepped forward and then leaned toward the young man, trying to get a better look at him. Who was he? He looked mad. Was he mad at her? But she was just looking at the moon. Was that a bad thing? Still, he looked so cool. He was probably almost as cool as her caretaker! No, maybe even cooler! Crouching down by him, she couldn't help but smile. She didn't know who he was, but she liked him already. Would he play with her, maybe? "I know the ground feels nice and cool, but are you going to get up?" she asked, tilting her head to the side as she continued to smile at him. He felt dangerous and looked cool, so maybe things would get fun? Part of her hoped so.

[atrb=style, font-family: bookmanantique; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #300000; border: 1px dashed #A80000; color: #888888]tags; Akari, Red, open word count;249 notes; Hello, Red~!

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[red]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #8B0000; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 16px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 320px solid #8B0000;]THIS IS A GAME.[/style] [style=text-align: left; color: #e4e4e4; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; font-family: arial;]DO NOT TRUST YOUR EARS. WHAT YOU HEAR ARE LIES.[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; background-color: #212121; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #222222;] [style=zoom: 1; filter: alpha(opacity=70); opacity: 0.7; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 10px; background-image: url(http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f258/Kiba-Dude-/372334601.jpg); float: left;] [/style] The girl ahead of him and he himself both had no clue of eachother. They were strutting mindlessly, not paying attention to whatever was in front of them. Red could of hit a wall that came from where he was looking at and he'd still smash into it. It was almost like how he always was. He ran into things head first. It was his one flaw, he was very intelligent but he never stopped to think about things. He had lost many one sided fights because of this. His inability to run away caused his pain more than anything. Pain? That was a word he enjoyed to hear. Clenching his teeth, he looked up as the freak stared down at him. Someone was looking down on him, they shouldn't look down on him. It was impossible for him to think of himself as lower than anyone else. He grew up by himself, and he himself was the only person that mattered. "You..." lifting his arm up, he cocked it back before placing his knee on the ground for leverage. Pushing his arm underneath the girl, he quickly raised it as he used momentum from his rising to a standing position to try and quickly uppercut the girl. "Apologize when you bump into someone!" he said, as his fist flew toward the girl, his eyes seemed a bit bloodshot, you could tell his anger had been piqued when he fell to the ground. [style=color: #8B0000; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; background-color: #121212; padding: 2px;] WORDS: N/A[/style][/style]

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[cha5]

[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,2px,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=style,background-color:BF5FFF;border-bottom: 4px dotted #7A378B] it is double pleasure to deceive the deceiver
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color:BF5FFF;border-right: 4px dotted #7A378B;vertical-align:top] [style=width: 90px; height:90px; float:center; border: 2px solid #7A378B; border-radius: 60px 60px 60px 60px; background-image: url(http://oi49.tinypic.com/2n7fr10.jpg);] [/style] [style=width: 90px; height:90px; float:center; border: 2px solid #7A378B; border-radius: 60px 60px 60px 60px; background-image: url(http://oi49.tinypic.com/2n7fr10.jpg);] [/style]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color:BF5FFF;] Oooh. Ran into the loopy girl, did he? Akari grinned, stopping in the shadows, close enough to watch for the moment, without getting involved yet. My, my~! He seemed crazy angry, and she already liked the girl. The child was totally batshit and probably dangerous, but hey, sometimes Akari enjoyed that in a person. She might even intervene in a little. It'd probably scare or infuriate the shit out of the angry boy, but she suspected the girl wouldn't even question it. huh. He was attempting to punch the girl... That could either go very well for him, or very badly for him, and either way, Akari suspected she, at least, would be entertained by the results. She'd slink a bit closer, maybe intervene, once she'd decided what she wanted to do. There were always interesting implements on her person if she wanted to have some fun, after all.
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color:BF5FFF;border-right: 4px dotted #7A378B]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color:BF5FFF; border-top: 4px dotted #7A378B] Notes: goddamnit Akari please stop creeping soon! (also I have no idea what this post is. Besides tired). Tags: Shinju, Red, open Wordcount: 149 template made for and by Chama

[Theus Eleziel]

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-color:#200000; border: 2px dashed #A80000, bTable] I will confess I have no self control [style=font: bold 9px timesnewroman; color: #888888]Here I go, once again getting carried away [style=border: 0px; width: 330px; height: 170; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/iEm2Q.jpg)] [style=font: italic normal bold 28px/20px georgia; color: #700000; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: right]So stop me before my emotions surround me [style=font: bold 9px timesnewroman; color: #888888; text-align: right]Save me, I'm going overboard

[atrb=style, font-family: bookmanantique; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #300000; border: 1px dashed #A80000; color: #888888]"You..." Shinju tilted her head curiously as she stared at him, wondering why he was so ticked off. He had knocked her over as well, but she wasn't mad at him. Did it hurt or something? What was the pain like, if it did hurt him? Being a painless being, she had no clue in the slightest. "Apologize when you bump into someone!" Her eyes widened the second she saw the fist coming and she only had enough time to grit her teeth before it impacted with her face. Staggering slightly from the force of the punch, she almost fell backward, but then she just started laughing. "Do you hit everyone you meet? I heard punching girls is rude, you know? Even if it didn't hurt me," she said quietly before she turned her head and returned to looking at him, seemingly unaffected, even though she had obviously just been hit. "Sorry for bumping into you, though! But... you bumped into me, too, so don't you have something to say to me? Hmmmm~?" She then dropped suddenly onto her butt on the ground and propped her chin in her hands and her elbows on her legs, seemingly waiting for him to return the favour. "I'm waaaaaaaiiiiiiiitiiiiinnnng~!"

[atrb=style, font-family: bookmanantique; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #300000; border: 1px dashed #A80000; color: #888888]tags; Akari, Red, open word count;249 notes; Hello, Red~!

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