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Post by Ezra Walkins on Oct 5, 2013 1:05:48 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width, 450px][atrb=style,background-color: #292929;] I get more and more strange
{ i'm a punk i'm a sinner i'm a lost new beginner i'm a threat to myself i'm a get Armageddon i'm a freak i'm a liar i'm a flirt i deny that i know it then i mess it up i'm a bit suicidal i'm my own worst rival train wreck white trash freak maniac psycho i'm a trouble making rebel made a deal with the devil i'm way past ever coming back }
Ezra had been traveling abroad in search of togabito who were running a muck in the Human World. He had already been through England, so now he was traveling across the big city, New York. First part he was going through was Manhattan, which slightly met his bar when it came to living. He had already found a nice four star hotel for him to stay in while here. He was sure to cover his tracks by using the excuse of "buisness". While in actuality he was on the look out for togabito and a certain someone. "Hmm, They're not making much of a big wave here.... Could they all had gravitate to Japan in that town?" he questioned in thought while sitting outside a resturant. It luckily had a outside patio area for those who disliked the music and crowded areas. Picking up his glass, he was drinking a delicious glass of red wine. He was usually not much of a drinker, but he was in the mood for wine today. For the meal he decided to eat steak, medium rare, with a side of fries. "They're looking again..." he muttered with a slight annoyed expression. Referring to the people around him, they always seem to stare at him. He has learned to ignore it, but it tends to test his patience. It was not like he blamed them, he did have a odd appearance. Long orange hair, pale skin, and oh yeah, a shit tone of piercings. Luckily for him his arms were covered by his jacket or they would stare a bit more longer. But the piercings on his face are the ones that attract the most attention, it was not as if he was that fictional horror chracter, Pinhead. His piercings actually look unique, but it did make it difficult to function in real life. He tends to simply have to go with the flow and ignore it. But sometimes, he simply can't. Finishing his plate and glass, he request for his receipt. It wasn't long before the waiter returned, at that time ezra alreadyhad his wallet in hand. Taking outthe cash and tip, he sat it down on the table and rose out of his seat. Turning, he ended up bumping into a rather muscular male with a tan skin pigmentation. Passing him by, he soon heard a few unwanted and disrespectful words from the same male. But since he was the bigger person he ignored it and kept on moving. The male wasn't happy with this and grip Ezra by his shoulder, forcing Ezra to hault and turn to face him. With little haste, he turned and grip the male by the same said arm. Gripping the area opposite of the elbow, he snap it out of place. "Oops..." he commented as the male screamed out in pain and lowered to a knee. Shrugging, Ezra took his leave and headed out onto the sidewalk. "Coming here seem to had been a mistake, none of the togabito came here." he stated in thought as he kept his attention onto the ground before him. TAGS: WORDS: 0000 STATS: ~HAN: 13||REI: 13||HAK: 12||SEI: 13||BUK: 12||HOH: 13~ NOTES:..
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Post by Carter Freeman on Nov 4, 2013 21:24:10 GMT -5
It was a quiet night in New York. He had missed the big city recently, but not too bad. His mind was scattered about as though he were those damned pink leaves in Japan. Deciding to just walk around while he was on vacation, not much attention was paid to him. He was big, black, and muscular. Nothing to mess with at the least. As he walked on down the dusty street ocassionally people would walk up to him and ask for change, or bump into him. He wasn't reletively irritated, just annoyed he couldn't help them, or that they hadn't said sorry.
Hollow. It appeared there were very little in this town of hell and grime. A nice commoditty to not have to intervene every time he heard a scream, yet, he was on edge. It was around that time he saw a rather popular bar, "Eden", he believed it was called. He hadn't had alcohol for a very long time, and it wasn't time to start. The headache he had made him have a hankering for it though. Shrugging it off his mind he continued on the path before hearing a commotion in a bar. A man walked out, full of piercings. Behind him he left a man screaming in pain. Was that.. One of the Guardians? What a coincidence...
"Hmm..."
He muttered to himself. It was around time he intervened before more got hurt. With a flick of his foot he was on top of a nearby building then with another, in front of the man. Carter then remembered his name. Ezra was it? Must be. It was the only name that came to mind.
"Well, what are the odds. How goes it?"
His voice was almost a monotone roar. Low enough to startle a lion, loud enough to silence a croud.
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Post by Ezra Walkins on Nov 5, 2013 1:16:31 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-left: 15px solid #000000, bTable] YOU TRY TO RIP ME BUT I DON'T TEAR AND I DON'T CARE
As he walk down the sidewalk he began to sense a near by reiatsu. It was a bit familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He did know that it was a fellow Consecro member, which was a bit surprising. Ezra honestly did not expect to run into another member, not here at least. Ezra usually always manage to never run into any of the other members during his travels. And judging by the reiatsu he sense, the male was pretty damn strong. He must of been a high ranked guardian or a obelisk. But his bet is on the latter, which really didn't matter to him. He didn't care who it was, as long as they stay out of his way, Ezra had no quarrel with them.
Just as he was handing to a intersection of the sidewalk, the same person he was sensing had drop down a few feet before him. Coming to a abrupt halt, his gaze shot to the large male as his eyes narrowed a bit. "What does he want?" he questioned with a near unreadable facial expression. Hearing the male's next response, Ezra decided to let the question drift around. He honestly didn't know why the male decided to approach him, the new have never met before@ They've barely even seen each other, all Ezra knew was that he was the Obelisk of Dilligence and is known as Carter.
He himself hadn't expected the arrival of the obelisk. What issue did he have with Ezra? Eas there another issue he had no clue of? He doubted that he wanted a friendly chat, cause the two have never spent any time speaking with one another. They've barely even look in each others direction. Sighing, he finally decided to speak. "Yes, Obelisk of Dilligence." he spoked in a relax tone with a hint of annoyance.
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