((Actually, for the record, it might be awhile till she's on. I'm not quite sure whats going on, but some things came up)) IC: "YOU TEACH ME AND I TEACH YOU! PO-!" Philps sang, jamming out to his music, when suddenly a bottle was flung at him from a building to his right. It was old and run down, as if it hadn't been renovated in ages, though the man in the top window contradicted that. "Shut up! No one wants to hear you in this miserable rain!!" he screamed down at Philps. "Oh b*tch, oh no you didn't.." Philps grumbled to himself as he reached down to grab one of his guns. But he stopped. A chill went down his spine, and he turned around, to find two police officers staring at him. "And just what is it that's goin on round here now lad?" one of them asked him in a stern tone, obviously not too happy about the peace disturbance. Philps did not hesitate. "That dude up there has no friggen taste in music, thats what! Pokemon! POKEMON! How the hell do you not like that song?!" he exclaimed. The police officers simply gave each other a look of confusion. Over the lack of time, pokemon had long since been forgotten by the newer and younger generation, some simply not caring enouph to remember it due to the new threats that had now arised. Society was a shiny new wheel, and unfortunatly for Philps, he was that last spec of dirt that anyone could tell did not belong.
"Bada-boomady bop bop, ba-bada boo ba, bop, bada~" Philps sang to himself, dancing around as he walked in the rain, wearing his old world headphones. Even from his own time period, they had been considered out of date, replaced by the new earphones that had been supplied with iPods. The rain poured onto him relentlessly, but he hadn't a care in the world. The clear skies were nothing but normalcy, the average person's kind of weather, the one who didn't dare to dream. "I wanna be, the very best, that no one ever was..." he sang lowly to himself, a song that by now had been forgotten in the times of crisis by most, surely. Noticably though, on the sides of his jeans by his legs were holsters for two large hand guns, which one wouldn't take notice to at first unless they truely had an eye for detail. His nature made them appear almost as if they had to be toys, a person of his lackadasical attitude unable to be capable of holding onto the real thing.
You already know it. I nu reveal to others B|
Malice is me, yes I am B| Okay. I originally had something planned with Matt and Crsytal, but that got TOTALLY off track, hence the lazyness in my post, since its like "oh ****, we just teleported all the way back there. longer walk. total waste of time. **** x.x" " I have something prepared, but I wanted to save that for vince and lady person... I don't want to be corney neither. if we were doing an anime, then I'd say that you just time skip it, focus on the others, then get back to them when they get to the client (no one knows who that is yet, right? << >> kinda need something before then to since I cant have the client be revealed yet). Originallty. Hrmmm hrmmm...
Username: Malice Name: Philps Gender: Male Age: 17 Appearance: http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u76/hinata_hyuga101/320887.jpg Bio: Known for his loner like qualities, he was never seen doing as he was told unless he found it to be interesting. Simple minded yet bold, he saw life as "my way or no way at all". Something of a bullet, nothing would get in his way. After the incident, it took him time to recover from the shock, but quickly got back up on his feet. Though inside he was still some what afraid, he went by instinct and his usual way, and percerviered, quickly venturing off away from the others. He now has been traveling alone on his own. Independent from the start and never relying on his parents, this was not something that was new to him. Personality: Very cool and laid back, his personality is self explanatory. Though conservative to hide certain things about himself, he even deny's thoughts of them to himself. Otherwise, he is not as much of a leader as he is a boulder, doing as he pleases. It is either you follow, or you get left behind. That's how he sees it. Powers: Feast: the ability to feed on engative energy. Whether it be actual dark energy from someones powers, or the negativity produced by emotions, he can feed off of it, allowing himself to strengthen Insanity: The more negative energy he consumes, the more adrenaline will begin to flow through him. It truelly is just a form of being hyper, but as that adrenaline increases, strength, speed, and reaction increases. Not to mention the effect of him gaining a type of tourets like fighting style, his actions becoming extremely fast, more of a twitch then an actual attack. Manipulation: His most dangerous ability, though most basic. By taking the energy he has gained, he can give it physical shape, manipulating it as he pleases. This can only last for so long though, as it drains him quickly of his energy. Color: They turn full black Other: He is a vampire, of sorts. After what has been years of evolution to fit in with modern society, though the taste for blood does still exist, they have evolved into aura vampires, feeding off of the positive energy of people that usually gives them the "life" that they need, just as blood used to be that form of food. Due to certain conditions involving Philps though, he is instead one that feeds off of negative energy. Due to the lack of knowledge of these spiritual vampires being what they are though, there would be no way to tell if one was one, except for Philps special case, in which his other powers have revealed themselves.
The thread maker demands ideas from all B|
It had been awhile. Matt had remained quiet as they traveled in the direction, now that things had grown slightly awkward due to his mistake. He knew that he couldn't keep this up though, and how rude it must be that he hadn't even said a word to this person whom had agreed to help him. Then he simply popped out the question, "So, you live around here? Never seen you around before."He didn't actually live down there to begin with, so it wasn't like that question made too much sense in the first place. But the fact was, he needed to keep things going of he was to keep her around.
Alrite, song writing I DEFINATLY cannot do. I've made a song about waterfalls, but that was when I woke up, was dillusional, and called my friend thinking they were my dad. Not my best morning xD Though I give you props on being able to write songs. That's just not easy O.o
"Huh. Most girls usually scream when they see a guy teleport. But I guess that people like us are used to this kind of thing then. None the less, our deliveree should be right ove-" Matt was begining to say, but stopped. He stared at the collapsed building, not actually taking into account the fact that the scene that he had pictured in his head was one that had a fully built building, which WASN'T blown up. "That's not how this was supposed to work...." Matt said to himself. He then turned back to Awya. "SLIGHT problem. I know that he was definatly supposed to be here around five minutes ago, and I had figured that he would still be here, but.....well, long story short, we're gonna have to walk. A bit farther then I had expected." Matt said, laughing nervously, not mentioning that they had teleported to an area which was completely opposite of the destination where Matt knew he would be able to find the person that he was looking for without a doubt.
I actually KINDA do poetry. WHen you say it like that, then I feel like it's probably pretty weak compared to the stuff you like, but I still like to mess around with it. I make sure to rhyme stuff instead of how a lot of people don't these days. I think that it takes more skill since most people give up on the rhyming because it's apparently too hard for thems >>
ooc: sorry all. I'm sure you've heard similure excuse from others, but I've been in a slump from rping lately. I got my game back though for good this time B| ic: Like a brief high. For both Aywa and Mathew, as light headedness came over the both of them. The scenery around them changed in what could only be described as even more then a flash. As if they had been in the spot they stood now the entire time. They stood infront of a building which had appeared to have been blown to pieces. A crowd had been gathering, but they were farther away by an allyway. "I forgot to mention. I'm not like most guys." he added in cleverly.
I HAVE RETURNED FROM VERMONT! The tech there is low, and the intelegent life is lower. God I missed internet ._. so much.... How's everyone doing?
Gah, just got back from vacation in vermont. Most boring place I have ever been to @_@ lawlz, trust me, you aren't the only one. At the age of...
Point taken B|
"Tgh, who said I blew it up. It's not like I did it on purpose. Really, like I'd make a scene." Alex said, a heavy sarcastic tone in its voice. It continued to walk away from what was becoming a much larger fire, no longer concerned with the two ink members. It had seen what it needed to see, and it had done more then was expected. It now had its own chores to do. "Oh, that parts simple. You just tell him that Michael has a new guy for him. The guy knows that I do this kind of stuff, he just doesn't know who I am. You could say that he's a bit....antisocial, so he's not too easy to deal with. Just give him the message, then-" Mathew started to say, but was cut short, by a large explosion in the background, a mushroom of fire blooming into the air. "Well.....I believe I've found him..." he said. "If you would be so kind, I'd like to get this done as soon as possible. If you'd please." he said with a light smile as he helled out his hand to Amya.
Actually, it was a chick, which makes it even more awkward XD Usually when you see this kind of stuff its the dude, so I found it pretty bad in the fact that this chick felt this way about her own cousin. She tried to go through with it though -.- And so we ask ourselves, what at love? Tis the attraction between 2 people, yes, but love is still more, tis special. Even when one may explain this great passion, its entity in its purest still cannot be grasped by the hands of mortals...
"Heh, you silly humans and your lungs." Alex said as it slowly approached Jason. "You see, I'm going to explain something to you. A little secret. See, you know all of those rumors about Mike being able to make his art come to life? It's partially true but....I suppose one might say that he's better made for correcting God's creations...you understand? Oh hell, who am I kidding, you're practicly unconcious. But oh well. We can chat when you wake up, kay buddy?" Alex said with a wide, friendly smile across its face, as the last sound to be heard within the ware house would be the slicing of Alex's blade against Jasons neck.
ooc: I have the permission of the thread maker ladeh person to do's this ic: "Honey, I'm hooommeee!!!" Alex yelled, kicking open the slightly open door. It hadn't taken much for it to realize that this would have been the first path for him to have taken. Jason must have been in the room due to the many obstacles that would get in Alex's way. There had certainly been one thing that he had heavily underestimated though. The sound of the door clicking could be heard, followed by a locking noise. "Tsk tsk tsk. And here I thought you would have put up more of a fight." Alex stated. Unexpectedly, the sound of a sword piercing flesh echoed throughout the small warehouse. A blade had sprouted from Alex's arm, through its palm. He sliced a box with it, the blade cutting clean through. "This chase I thought would be so much fun to. But I guess that its worth it. Considering what an amusing end you'll have....you ever hear of gas chambers?" Alex asked, this time the sound of metal being sliced through could be heard, followed by a loud hissing noise. "You're about to find out what its like kid."
"Oh~ Ja~son~. Come out~ come out~ where ever you are~. Uncle Alex has a new blade to test out. I'd like to see how smoothly it can slice of your head. There's a few things that Ink would like to do with it you know. Who knows, you..." it started to say, as its eyes coiled back and once again, blades began to slowly sink out from its teeth,"....could be just like little ol me. What do ya say, huh bud?". It took out the blade in its pants leg and began to scrape it against the side wall, causing an eerie screeching noise against it. "I....suppose. Depends. I can get us there pretty quickly you see, but it'd be quite troublesome if I were to put you into an awkward situation..." he started to say. "You see, tis not that I really require the help as much as it is that I'd prefer for the client not to really become familiar with me. I tend to have a habit of delivering his goods to him in a way that usually can leave me unknown due to his....oh so horrid lack of manners. If you would be so kind, I should simply ask that once we meet with him, that you be the one to take it to him. If, that is, you would be willing to give such assistance." Mathew asked, a slight smile forming on his face due to the conveniance of this kind of assistance.
Oh my god that is awkward o_o It made me feel bad on the 2nd. Thats got to be the most horrifying sinario I have ever heard XD That happened to an old friend of mine actualy. Simalure anyways...
