i change shapes just to hide in this place (OPEN)

[Yuugiri Kashi]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][classy=box] [classy=hiddenicon][/classy] WORDS 468 TAGS OPEN NOTES Amsterdam = Amsterdamn [/classy][classy=realicon] hover [/classy] Bright lights shine down on the black top of the expansive roads weaving and twisting through Roppongi. Moving car headlights light up the crowds that travel in waves over the sidewalks. A considerably small man shoulder's his way through the crowds moving about, a bottle of beer dangling precariously through his fingers. Tonight was his night for bar hopping. Actually, that was every Saturday night. His phone buzzes in the back pocket of his ripped up cigarette pants and he pauses dead in the middle of the sidewalk. A man nearly stumbles over him, and shouts at him. Already partially trashed, he only straightens up to look at the man briefly with a near crooked glance. Grumbling to himself, Yuugiri shuffles off to the edge of the side walk, allowing other to pass him as he stares at his contacts. A few blurry and fumbling attempts later he silences the cellular to a mere vibrate and shoves it back into his pocket, allowing it to go off continuously with a constant barrage of emails, texts, and calls from his co-workers. They should've known better than to contact him tonight, but they seemed to attempt it regardless of the date. After all, weren't old men more capable of controlling a business than he was? Forcing his way back into the crowd, he realigns his lack luster posture and presses the bottle of beer to his lips for a brief moment. The liquid burns at the back of his throat as it begins to sink in, activating an almost numbing feeling. He smiles as tosses the bottle into a black trash can on the edge of a street corner before jogging across the crosswalk, trailing behind tourists and the drunken Americans. Slowing down behind the crowd he eventually wiggles his way into a club, the bouncer not even remotely pausing to check his ID. The inside of the bar looks dingy, almost caked with dirt, and internally he squirms, avoiding the realization of dust gathering on the cement slab flooring. The heat inside seems incredibly hgih with the quantity of people inside ever increasing. Sweat drips down his back, across the name along his spine, as he pushes himself onto a stool.Pushing frizzy hair out of his face he slinks towards the bar, and the bartender glares suspiciously at him. "I'll tip you well..." he says in a whispering tone, and the man lights up, quick to serve him. He smirks and slips a thousand yen towards the man. Yuugiri sinks back on the bar stool, still able to hold his own weight as he begins to sip at the drink, glancing around the chaotic bar. Chewing his lips, he considered the fact that he never had to bribe people to serve him in Amsterdam. Why'd he move back here in the first place?

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[Sheeka Riva]

[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background: #121212; width: 500px; height: 45px;] [style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; color: #467B94; margin-top: -20px;]DUSK LAMENT[/style] [style= background-color: #121212; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #FFFFFF; margin-top: -30;]NIGHT BRINGS PAINFUL TEARS AND TWILIGHT STARS[/style]
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[Yuugiri Kashi]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][classy=box] [classy=hiddenicon][/classy] WORDS 435 TAGS ... NOTES Well, that escalated quickly. [/classy][classy=realicon] hover [/classy] Just within the edge of his peripheral vision, Yuugiri noticed someone else slipping onto the stool beside him. He glances over, eyelids weighed down heavily with the threat of alcohol induced sleepiness trying to over power him. Shifting around on the edge of the stool, he nearly slips, practically clawing at the bar as he forces himself back up, equilibrium shifting slightly as he adjusts his posture again. He sighs, and the bartender raises an eyebrow at him again. He waves his hand in a shooing motion. The bartender rolls his eyes, sinking off in the distance to the other customers. He had lived in Europe! He could handle his alcohol. Or so he liked to believe. Giving himself gratuitous time to pause and regain his sense of self he finally pointedly looks at the boy across from him. His smile spreads across his face, slightly knowing, mischievous almost. "You look a bit young to be here yourself.." His fingers point in the direction of the ears, circling them in the air. The green eyes scan over the ears and tail. He chews his lips, digging deep in his blurry mind. It had been a few years since he'd lost those. In a similar situation to the one he found himself in tonight. Except he had been so much less aware, he'd just wanted to get it over with. He lacked time to regret it now, of course. Again, the bartender wanders back and glances at Yuugiri, who is quick to order yet another drink. The man behind the bar rolls his eyes, but as a few more yen across the table, he promptly hushes himself and finds himself preparing another alcoholic drink. Yuugiri seems smug with himself now, as he accepts the glass willingly, the chill of it against his skin almost relaxing. Which drink was he on now? Third, fourth, maybe? He laughs at his own forgetfulness with great ease. Yuugiri twists around on the stool this time, drink swishing in it's glass. His attention remains focused on the other equally as small to his side and he speaks up again, alcoholic voice raised to a slightly higher volume than usual. "It seems you're the only one here with, those." the line echos with a slight contempt for the other, for reasons of which he remains unsure. Though now, as he watches the tail just in front of him sway back and forth, and with his freed hand he reaches out gradually, attempting to latch onto the fluidly moving object, barely retaining his balance as he leans forward, toes perched on the lower bar of his stool.

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[Sheeka Riva]

[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background: #121212; width: 500px; height: 45px;] [style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; color: #467B94; margin-top: -20px;]DUSK LAMENT[/style] [style= background-color: #121212; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #FFFFFF; margin-top: -30;]NIGHT BRINGS PAINFUL TEARS AND TWILIGHT STARS[/style]
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[Yuugiri Kashi]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][classy=box] [classy=hiddenicon][/classy] WORDS 357 TAGS ... NOTES Ehh, not as long as I would like, trying to stretch it. [/classy][classy=realicon] hover [/classy] Everything in his vision blurs as he stumbles forward and off the stool, tail still in hand. His legs contort somewhere underneath of him when his feet hit the ground and send him falling sideways with absolutely no control. His hip collides with the seat of his neighbors chair roughly and he finally smashes onto the floor, curling into a ball. The stool next to him topples over as well, the boy with the tail he'd tried to grab tumbling over beside him. The sudden impact causes the air to escape his lungs and the others elbow goes into his gut, sending him reeling in pain. He inhales sharply, and wiggles away, shifting to one side to remove the other from him. A pained groan comes from his mouth as he blinks harshly. Was his tail even that strong? He shakes his head as he tries to come to, and attempts to push himself up to a slightly upright sitting on floor. "I can tell that, now..." he mutters in a short almost snobby tone. Yuugiri lets out a shaky sigh as he glances up to see the bartender glaring at both of them. "Damn.." he mutters, his head now throbbing from the impact he had taken onto the floor. He smirks knowingly at the bartender who finally turns a blind eye to them, despite the glare he gives both of them. "Ugh..." he mutters, pushing hair out of his green eyes. "I'm sorry." he says, cobbling the situation together in his head as he sits limp on the ground, legs stretched out in front of him. As he finally uprights himself to an extremely unbalanced stance, using his stool for support he looks back down to the other. He picks up the stool that lies on its side, wobbling from the fall. Setting it back up, it leans to one side, slightly uneven. Glancing to his previous seat, he notices the bartender again, wiping up his drink that had been carelessly tossed over in his fall. Afterwards, the short man leans over, still slightly off kilter as he offers the other his hand, chewing at his lips. "Sorry..." he says again.

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[Sheeka Riva]

[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background: #121212; width: 500px; height: 45px;] [style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; color: #467B94; margin-top: -20px;]DUSK LAMENT[/style] [style= background-color: #121212; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #FFFFFF; margin-top: -30;]NIGHT BRINGS PAINFUL TEARS AND TWILIGHT STARS[/style]
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[Yuugiri Kashi]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][classy=box] [classy=hiddenicon][/classy] WORDS 315 TAGS One, two, three NOTES Here you go. [/classy][classy=realicon] hover [/classy] Even as he steadies himself on the floor of the bar again, he regrets having moved at all. Yuugiri looks taken back by the refusal to help the other up, but he balances himself again, and slips onto his bench again. His legs straddle either side of the stool, wrapping his ankles around the wooden legs for extra support. He leans on his forearms onto the bar. "I'm Yuugiri Kashi." he says calmly, smiling, teeth showing. Over the past few years, he's grown used to introducing himself repeatedly, to various clients, employee interviews, what have you. "Nice to meet you." the male always says this, the words very nearly programmed into his mind, along with firm handshakes and head nods. "Anyways..." he continues, stretching the conversation in hopes of reaching a point of interest if at all possible. His fingers stretch outward, pointing at nothing of particular interest as he speaks. "I don't exactly understand how you can be attached to an appendage..." he sighs, considering the strange idea. Perhaps he had been one of the few who simply hadn't cared about them, but he thought the opposite. Did people really make that big of deal about it here? The alcohol sinking into his veins seems to make him sleepier the longer he leans against the bar, but he fights it off, blinking a few times in a row. His posture turns to more of a slouch as he leans on one forearm. "You should be keeping an eye on yourself out here..." he says, as seriously as he can. It seems ironic as he considers the thought, knowing that at least a small handful of the foreigners here would love to take advantage of him. Granted, he wasn't one of them, but he knew what others had told him. The very thought convinces him to scan over the bar, eyeing a few of the patrons carefully.

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[Sheeka Riva]

[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background: #121212; width: 500px; height: 45px;] [style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; color: #467B94; margin-top: -20px;]DUSK LAMENT[/style] [style= background-color: #121212; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #FFFFFF; margin-top: -30;]NIGHT BRINGS PAINFUL TEARS AND TWILIGHT STARS[/style]
[atrb=style,background: #212121; width: 150px; height: 400px; border-bottom:dashed thick #467B94; border-top:dashed thick #467B94][style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left:25px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/c0SALs.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 40px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; -webkit-border-radius-topleft: 40px; -webkit-border-radius-topright: 40px; -o-border-radius-topleft: 40px; -o-border-radius-topright: 40px;] [/style]   [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left: 25px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/BNj1us.jpg);] [/style]  [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left: 25px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/6QBZ2s.jpg); -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 40px; -webkit-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; -webkit-border-radius-bottomright: 40px; -o-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; -o-border-radius-bottomright: 40px;] [/style]	[rs=2][atrb=style,background: #121212] [style=margin-left: 10; border-bottom:dashed thick #467B94; border-top:dashed thick #467B94; height: 460px; width: 300; overflow:auto; background-color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #FFFFFF; padding-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -o-border-radius: 10px;] It was probably a good thing that Sheeka had refused his aid...he seemed even more unsteady now than he had previously. A short chuckle of laughter left his lips at the awkward way the other male got back onto his stool as Sheeka took another small drink of his own drink, a drink that had remained completely untouched by their fall. "You...look like you've had enough to drink," Sheeka commented, raising an eyebrow slightly. He didn't understand how he was attached? Was he attached figuratively or literally though...you never knew with a drunk man. He was both though. "I think they're cute," Sheeka stated rather innocently. Of course, the translation of that was 'they make me look cute' and people always underestimated cute things. It just made things more amusing when whoever was messing with him found out that he was trained in self-defense, how to use a gun and a various other objects that were a part of his Celino-training. "They are cute, right?" Sheeka asked, flicking his ears contentedly back and forth. Sheeka watched as the other shorty's eyes scanned the bars, obviously in search of people who would take advantage of the shota. Sheeka's tail flicked nonchalantly in the air as he put Yuugiri's worries to rest. "I can handle myself...before I came in here, I left a drunk unconscious in an alley," Sheeka stated cheerfully. "I know self-defense. Hazards of having a marine as an adoptive father. He made sure I could take out men double my size in a fight," Sheeka admitted rather proudly. It was also hazards of being the adoptive son of a mafia boss...but he wasn't about to go and say that... Sheeka watched Yuugiri for a moment before his head tilted to the side at the drunken short boy. His body type...he wouldn't be able to drink as much as a large man and probably had downed a couple drinks before his arrival."Sure you don't need help home?" Sheeka queried, finishing off his light alcoholic beverage. [/style]
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[Yuugiri Kashi]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][classy=box] [classy=hiddenicon][/classy] WORDS 377 TAGS --- NOTES [/classy][classy=realicon] hover [/classy] The idea of enough to drink wasn't really something that existed, even in the recesses of his mind. Growing up in an area that was pretty well infested with heavy drinkers as a part of their culture had left plenty of time for partying. Plenty of people came to tour the area just based on the alcohol, after all. What was to leave the locals from curling up on the subway till they got to their stop somewhere on the rail line. "Oh....well....maybe." he chuckles, and his eyes roll a little. He knew how to handle himself...didn't he? "I suppose so." he shrugs "I didn't care much one way or the other, personally." Of course, the way he'd lost his ears was also particularly uncouth of him, according to Japanese standards and he hadn't given that so much as a passing glance while digging through his lacking morals. His eyes tilt towards the other and he nods his heavily hanging head. "You seem awfully happy about that." he chuckles, leaning his head into the palm of his hand. "Sounds useful, I guess." He could count on his hands the amount of times he'd been threatened after stumbling, or in some cases being drug, out of a bar in Amsterdam with a few friends only to bump into some angry soul. Usually, it was easily resolved between everyones slurred and incomprehensible yelling. Or they would just run off, as quickly as their weak and wobbly drunk knees could carry them anyways. "I'm sure I'll be fine," he says, trying to blink away blurry vision. "I'll just catch a cab to get home..." from there on forward it wouldn't be so hard to either drag himself up the stairs or wearily manage to press some buttons to get into the elevator without blacking out. After he says this he grips the bar to hop down from the stool, prepared to wander outside and make a wishy-washy attempt to hail a cab. "Help me catch one?" he offers, and then starts to squeeze his way past a few other patrons, feet dragging. He pushes the glass door open, and stops, unbalanced on the edge of the sidewalks curb to wave down a cab in the late night.

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