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Post by Kiro Akasashi on Nov 6, 2013 0:08:44 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] NEVER FORGET, NEVER REGRET — THAT ISOLATED SHELL OF PROTECTION EXISTS NEVERMORE. WORDS here.
MUSE here.
TAGGED here.
NOTES here
STATS: HAN: 10--REI: 9--HAK: 10--SEI: 10--BUK: 8--HOH: 10
It was an alright day. Clouds were out, there was a light breeze, and the sun wasn't showing as much as it usually did, which was a good thing for Kiro. He was a construction worker, so he usually always worked in the sun. He only wish that this weather was the same on the days he had to work, since today was his day off. With weather like this and no work to do, he could now go work out some more. It had been so long since he has been able to do parkour. Which sucked ass, cause he loved doing parkour and working out. It makes him feel better on the inside, since he sometimes pig out on some days.
"Finally I can do Parkour, going to have to stretch a lot first. It has been a while since I've been able to do some of it." he spoke in thought as he was getting dressed. Putting on a black hoodie, a pair of black/red gym shorts, and some sneakers, he was ready. He usually worried about losing his things at times, which is why he like the fact that his hoodie had a zipper pocket instead of a regular open one. His hair was put in a pony-tail, which was a odd look for him, but it worked. Most wouldn't recognize him though, which was how he like it at times.
Stepping out onto his roof-top, he stretch out his legs and arms for a good ten or fifteen minutes. He added in a few work outs of course, like push ups and sit ups. He also sprinted a few times back and forth, to get the blood pumping. Once he got that down, he began hopping and flipping over some close connected roof-tops, he loved the rush that came from parkour. So much adrenaline ran through him while he was doing this. After a good thirthy-five or fourty minutes, he headed back down to his apartment to take a shower and get something to drink, his drink of choice being alcohol. Without hesistation he gulp down six beers, his natrual limit being three. So now he was drunk, hungry, and out of beer. What's a man to do?
He quickly got dressed and decided to head out again, but his movements were a bit off balance at time. His current attire now was a long black sleeve top and a sleeveless blue vest jacket. A pair of black jeans covered over her legs, which covered over his sneakers and socks. His hair was still in a pony-tail, since he actually liked the look. "M-m-man, I'm hungry and i'm out of..... beer. What t-to eat?" he questioned as he put his mp3 earphones into his ears, his words were slurred and there was pause between them every once and a while. Nodding along to the music, he ran his hands into the pockets of his vest jacket and closed his eyes for a moment. In the process he ended up bumping into someone, a dark haired boy, which nearly caused him to fall onto his back side. "S-S-shit!" he muttered as he step back a bit. He really needed to stop closing his eyes while walking, especially while intoxicated, but what can you do?
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Post by Jace Knight on Nov 13, 2013 19:02:39 GMT -5
Bitches really were crazy around here. With not much else to do on his free time, Jace had been going out more. Naturally, he had met some all right people doing so. Well, they weren't really all right, because they had ditched him. It might have had something to do with the fact that he was making a total ass of himself, but still. When you go out for drinks with someone, you don't just leave them, right? "'Kay so, I'd never do that shit, right?" Jace had been leaning on the bar, talking to a girl with a drink in hand. For whatever reason, she had made the mistake of asking the drunken raven what was wrong. And for an even stranger reason, Jace decided to give her some long-winded story about how he ended up getting ditched. Chicks digged sad stories, right? In this case, he was wrong. Really, nothing that Jace thought in his current state could possibly be right. He was for all purposes, totally wasted. Anyway, the girl he had been talking to looked bored now. She was looking away, as if uncomfortable. Clearly, she wasn't drunk enough. It was weird. Jace knew that he was sexy. People had told him before. In fact, his penis had been complimented by a lesbian! He turned lesbians straight. Had to be pretty sexy to do that. That gave him the perfect idea to get the girl's attention back. "Okay, watch this!" he said in an assuring tone. He set his drink on the counter, tapped the girl's shoulder, and then started to unzip his jeans. But before he could get far enough to say his planned-out 'Ta-dunnn' and expose his glory, the girl screeched at him like a banshee and threw her glass at him, drenching his shirt in whatever fruity gay thing she had been drinking. "W-wait, what...?" Jace looked like his dog had just died after that. Why was she screaming? He felt something grab his arms from behind and start dragging him away, but that was fine! He didn't want to be in this place if it was full of losers, anyway! "Your loss, bitch!" And then he was thrown outside and the door slammed shut behind him. Seemingly unhurt by his rough encounter with the sidewalk, Jace got up after a couple tries and brushed himself off, looking around dubiously. This night just sucked now. No one would stay with him, and all the chicks were pseudo-lesbians. Maybe he could find a real lesbian to convert. Or maybe he would just go home. He felt like he was too sad to socialize now. So, with a bit of stumbling here and there, he started to head in the direction of the hotel he was staying at, looking down at the ground. Really, that felt like the only way he could keep his balance. That was until he bumped into someone. Jace nearly fell right on his ass, but miraculously stopped himself from falling all the way. Even when he was this trashed, his ingrained sense of balance was still present. Jace righted himself - though he still felt like he was rocking back and forth - and looked the stranger up and down. Something about his crazy hair and his face seemed familiar. "D-do I know you...?" he asked bluntly, slurring his words a bit. That, coupled with his red cheeks would probably tell the blond that he had the misfortune of bumping into a drunk. To make matters worse, he hadn't remembered to zip his pants back up. He was wearing underwear, of course, so the blond wouldn't see anything. But it could still make him uncomfortable unless he was into that sort of thing. |
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Post by Kiro Akasashi on Nov 13, 2013 22:45:05 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] NEVER FORGET, NEVER REGRET — THAT ISOLATED SHELL OF PROTECTION EXISTS NEVERMORE. WORDS here.
MUSE here.
TAGGED here.
NOTES here
STATS: HAN: 10--REI: 9--HAK: 10--SEI: 10--BUK: 8--HOH: 10
Kiro's vision was a bit hazy, but he manage to make out the boy he had bump into. It was that one dude, that chump he had knockout a few months back. "Y-You!" he yelled out while pointing forward with his finger. Of course his finger moved left to right, not pointing in the direction that it should of been. A hiccup left his lips, as he motioned back left to right. "Wh-wha-what the fuck are you doing..... here?! Didn't I, like, what? Wait, um, didn't I knock yo ass out? You should be a coma, in, in a.. a coma..ma..ma... what?"
It was obvious he couldn't put much words together, hell he kept moving his head left to right to see if he still saw three of the same person. Looking to his right, he leaned towards a passing female and put on the drunken charm. "Aye, gurl... Y..y..you wanna ride my pogo stick?" he asked with a crooked smirk. The female quickly slap him with her purse and darted off with her girlfriends. "W-wait! My pogo stick is brand new! Come ride it, girl! I got it from toys r' us!" he yelled out with slurred words and groggy movements.
Looking back to the boy, he soon notice his zipper was down. "Ewwwwwwwwwwwww! Trouser snake, trouser snake, trouseeeerr snake! You gay! Gay! He gay people! He gay." he began repeating his words over and over. If he wasn't drunk he would of been more sane or more over more competent. "Hey, get off of me!" he stated while moving around. In actuality he was hit on the ass by the purse of a passing civillian. Coming to a stop, his gaze shifted back to the boy as he raised his right brow. "It was you!" he yelled out as he accused the boy of touching his butt. "Why you touching my goodies man! They mine, mine! I don't roll that way, faggot! You just go touch another dudes ass! Like him!" he ended upo pointing to a female with manly features. This pissed her off of course, and she ended up socking him in the jaw.
"You manly bitch! That's why you would never get this dick, hoe!" he yelled out of anger. He ended up unzipping his pants and letting it lose, while making it spin around in a circular motion. "Look at it and love it, hoe!" he place it back into his pants and zip it up. Looking to the people around them, he simply gave them a odd look. "Why y'all looking! You mutherfuckers gay. Not you though, I like them tits of yours." he babbled on with slurred words and sloppy movements.
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Post by Jace Knight on Nov 19, 2013 18:09:21 GMT -5
As soon as Jace ran into him, the blond started babbling on about comas and knocking someone out. "Answer my quession!" he snapped, not wanting to listen to whatever the other man had to say. He still didn't answer, instead talking to some girl that was walking by. "Kay, dun listen to him. He's drunk, y'know what I... y'know what I'm saiyin'?" He acted as though he wasn't as well. Of course, it was easy to see through and most girls were going to avoid him like the plague when he was like this. Still, he didn't understand why she didn't talk to him or anything. He was being nice for once. Because he totally hadn't sexually harassed anyone tonight. He didn't get the chance to actually expose himself, so it didn't count... right? Sidetracked, Jace looked around, seeing that there were people watching them. What was their deal? Couldn't he even ask a question without some assholes ogling him? Jace jumped a little when the blond started shrieking. "Whut?" He needed a moment to piece together what the other man was screaming about, but when he did, he took on a disgusted expression and took a couple stumbling steps back. "Whoa, man, whoa. No, I'm not... I'm not not into that." He had no idea what had given the blond that idea. Was it because he bumped into him? That wasn't gay. In fact, his hair looked gay. It was too big, filling Jace's vision with yellow and giving him a premature headache! Wait... had he bumped into Jace on purpose?! Was this some elaborate rape scheme?! The thought gave him chills up his spine. And then, the blonde started freaking out again. This time, all Jace heard was "You touching my goodies," and "go touch another dude's ass". Oh god, it was a threesome? "Stay away from me! I don't want that!" he shrieked, raising a fist to show that if the rapist came at him, he was going to get his ass kicked. Jace was totally stronger than this guy, even though he looked to be on steroids. He had powers, man. He wasn't getting raped tonight! Or at least, not by guys. The blond kept on yelling, and Jace only gave him as intimidating of a look as he could in his state. Needless to say, it probably wasn't all that intimidating. But then, the plot thickened. The blond unzipped his pants. "Oh god!" Jace whimpered and covered his eyes with his hands. He had seen something. Something sinister. Something he could've gone his whole life without looking at. "I said stay away! I'll kill you I swear!" He kept his hands over his eyes and took a few more steps back, before tripping over his own feet. "FUCK!" He got up after a brief struggle. People were laughing and he even heard a scream in the distance. What was so funny? Jace didn't seem to notice that his pants were around his ankles. Really, it just looked like he was wearing shorts because he wore boxers, but other people knew that it was underwear and that the black fabric was the only thing keeping everyone from getting a real eyeful. "The fuck you lookin' at?! Fuck off!" he shouted, trying to make the other people go away, including his would-be rapist. |
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Post by Kiro Akasashi on Nov 20, 2013 22:57:22 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] NEVER FORGET, NEVER REGRET — THAT ISOLATED SHELL OF PROTECTION EXISTS NEVERMORE. WORDS here.
MUSE here.
TAGGED here.
NOTES here
STATS: HAN: 10--REI: 9--HAK: 10--SEI: 10--BUK: 8--HOH: 10
Kiro was rather confused by everything that was happening right now. After zipping up his pants, he wondered why everyone was looking at him. Haven't they seen a penis before? Was the size to much to handle for their eyes? He wouldn't be surprised, he had that effect on some people, mostly women of course. Which is why he shot them a gaze with eyebrows raising up and down. "You like what you see, girl?" he asked with a crooked smirk. Of course the female was the uptight type, so she ignored him and look somewhere else. "Bitches be acting like they too good. Naw hoe, you know you want this D. Don't front and act like you don't." he spoke in thought as he scratch the back of his head.
He really didn't know what was going on today. One chick slaps him with her big ass old lady purse, acting like she was to good for him. Another punch him because he mistaken her for a dude. Bitch it wasn't his fault yo ass is going around dress like dudes, plus her face was structured like that of a dude as well. Its not like anyone else didn't think it when they first glimpse at her.
Sighing, he turned his attention back to the gay boy. He was yelling about stupid crap that he didn't know about. Eyeing him, he questioned what the hell he was talking about. It was hard to tell, everything seemed so weird. His vision was blurry, his balence was off a bit, and he honostly didn't know what the hell was going on. Did the boy really trying to threathen him? Was he stupid? Kiro had no problem kicking the male's ass again, like last time. "Bro, you betta watch yo mouth, I'ma whoop yo ass again, I swear!" he threathened as his hands bald into fist and raised in front of him. He was prepared for a fight, no matter what his current state was.
When the boy, moved forward, Kiro instinctively reacted by stepping forward to throw a punch. Usually he would land his mark, but his off beat balance caused him to stumble onto his backside. "Shit!" he curesed as he rolled onto all fours. Slowly, he raised back to his feet, only to hear a eruption of laughter. Was these mutherfuckers laughing at him? He'll kill em, right now, no one laughs at him! Turning, he wa about to burst out in anger when he saw the male was on the ground as well. His pants were down to his ankles and he ahad a embarassing expression on his face. Bursting out in laughter, he joined the the crowd as he pointed forward at him like a group of school kids would. "What a Loser! Gay boy shouldn't be wearing big boy pants, stick to skinny jeans, faggot!" he yelled out as his words were still slurred. It seems he was slightly sobering up, but only slghtly.
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