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Post by Zeito Shion on Jun 15, 2013 18:19:04 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width: 350px;] Can you hear the screams of my love for you? Zeito was exhausted. Carrying women, even short distances, was a hassle. It wasn't that she was heavy but it was more like it was time consuming, and he liked to rest after a meal. He looked at the dumpster her body was in. Maybe he got sloppy with the disposal of this one. He usually left their bodies so mutilated and disfigured that they were unrecognizable, but this woman's body was completely in tact. Maybe it was a nice change, but he was the last one to be seen with her and would automatically be a suspect in her disappearance. They'd be able to track him down by appearance, but she was also just a low classed whore, so no one would care. He was able to get sloppy for just a whore's disposal. He couldn't say it was bound to happen sooner or later, but it honestly was. She was in the business of prostitution which spurred a lot of strange men. She should have been more careful, especially around Zeito. A strange young man asking for her for the night? Although he would like to admit he was most likely not the strangest she had been with. She was tired and worn, and way past her prime. She was probably close to retiring, but still made money. Zeito looked through her purse, which made it obvious she made a lot that night. He pocketed the cash and took off away from the dumpster. He didn't care if his printer her all over her body, he'd like to see the cops try to find him and try to put him in jail. He laughed as he exited the alleyway. Feeding was pretty easy in the middle of the night, especially when prostitutes were around. It doesn't matter how far I reach, you still won't see me |
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Post by Kei Amateratsu on Jul 15, 2013 12:14:17 GMT -5
| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb= width, 350px, true][atrb= style, padding: 15px; background: #000000; border: solid 3px #3399ff; border-radius: 20px;] -- seems a life is more than a journey with no end Kaito was busy basking in the moonlight. It was too beautiful for him to not want to stay in. It was times like this when he wished his wonderful prince wasn't such a prude. He could have shared the lovely serene atmosphere with him, although it might just be more serene for Kaito because no one can see him. Some might find that upsetting, however Kaito wasn't lonely at this particular time. He didn't mind if he wasn't spoken to by strangers, because he had his prince with him. If not physically, then in spirit. Of course, right now he needed some time away from Kaito, so that was what he was doing. Spending time away from Yuu, enjoying his moments in solitude.
He liked the fact that hardly anyone around could see him. He was able to goof off and do whatever he wanted. Kaito skipped aong the streets of Kagamino town, not giving a damn what went on with the humans around him. Kaito did a small twril, then hopped in the air, kicking his legs in a mock ballet performance. He kept his eyes closed as he did this, not at all being careful with who or what he was damned near about to run into. That's when he went face first into a wall.
He finally opened his eyes and saw an exact copy of himself, if he were emo and had no skin tone. It was almost strange to see such a site, but what was even stranger was he looked like he was stuffing a body in a trash can. Kaito raged on the inside. No one who looks like him should tarnish his face! What if Yuu were to see this, and thought it was him! No, this guy needed to be told about common courtesy.
Kaito approached his look alike, who now stole the poor dead woman's money! How terrible of him! "Yo! Emo version of me! Don't be so public about killing people!" Kaito crossed his arms as he stood in front of the emo him, showing he was upset with him. Kaito furrowed his eyebrows as he went on. "Are you an idiot or something? The cops could easily see you!" When he approached the topic of seeing, Kaito thought it through. He wasn't sure if this guy could see him. He stood there for a moment, waiting for an answer to see if there would be a response.
i just wanna lose it all and find myself again--- |
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Post by Zeito Shion on Jul 16, 2013 20:45:34 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width: 350px;] Can you hear the screams of my love for you? Zeito was just about to the end of the alley when someone spoke up to him. He hadn't expected anyone to be anywhere near him, so he was a bit startled. He didn't let his slight break in composure be known. Zeito stood his ground and kept his head high. He wasn't going to let whatever this guy was put him down. The only thing that stood out about what the guy had said was he called Zeito the emo version of himself. He couldn't help but be shocked by their similarities. The other one seemed to be the bubblegum faggot version of himself, which honestly was just sad. The gay version of a gay? How much gayer could that be? He decided to brush off the blue bubblegum fag's first phrase and skip right on to replying to the cops statement, brushing off any similarity they might share with eachother. "Oh... You think I actually care about the cops?" Zeito smiled at the blue fag. If he wanted to kill the guy, it seemed it wouldn't go over too smoothly. He seemed to be just as strong as Zeito was, which would be a problem. Zeito flipped his hair and looked the guy up and down. He looked like the psycho type of guy, so he wasn't sure what he could do to be able to make him go away. Maybe if he acted like a lunatic, the guy would get his haughty ass out of his sight. Although, if the guy was also crazy maybe acting like a lunatic would only attract him more. He settled on acting like an unphazed asshole, because those types pushed people away more quickly than others. If this didn't scare away the newcomer, he wasn't sure what would. "So, anything you need from me?" Zeito ran his fingers from his hair as he turned from the guy. He wasn't in any mood to speak to anything right now. "If you only wanted to warn me about the cops, then you can be on your way now. Toodles, whore." He wasn't sure if he had only aggravated the other one or made him go away, but he hoped for the latter. It doesn't matter how far I reach, you still won't see me |
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