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by aphelion ✧ » Tue Mar 05, 2013 10:48 am
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He's the peanut butter to my jelly
He's the salt to my pepper
He's the stars to my galazy
He's the petals to my flower
He's the harmony to my melody
He's the black to my white
Without him
I am nothing
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----“It’s been a few years, hasn’t it?” The words were barely whispered as Reid gazed down longingly at the gravestone. In a few minutes though, he dropped to his knees and clutched desperately onto edge of the stone.
----“I don’t se-see why you had to leave me though,” he barely got out before everything else was drowned in choked gasps and heart-wrenching sobs. Tears flowed freely from his eyes and dripped down onto the ground, dripping down his cheeks before more of his tears followed. With a booming crack of thunder though, his tears were covered by the onslaught of rain that fell down, burying him like his lost one.
----It hadn’t just been a few years for Reid’s lost though. It had been just one month and the wound was still fresh, still healing over for the lost of the one person he loved more than almost anything in the world. A small smile, strained though, stretched across his face as he tried to wipe away the tears blurring his vision. A choked laugh escaped him as he gripped tighter onto the stone, digging his fingernails into it and scratching the stone.
----“I could still remember the first day we stole together,” Reid mumbled out as he tried to laugh out again, tried to stay happy for the other one, but the more he thought about their first time at their jobs that caused all of this mess, the more he sobbed and the more his heart clenched painfully.
----Even today, he could remember like it was yesterday. They were about ten the first time he and his twin, Ryan, first stole for to survive. Without their parents alive and without any relatives willing to take in the young troublemakers, they were shipped off to the nearest orphanage. The last they had saw of their white picket fenced house was from the back of the car, pressing little chubby faces and hands against the cold glass in hopes that they would never leave their home. At that moment, their childhood had been stripped away from them just like their only home.
----Despite the loss of their parents, each boy tried their best to fit along in with the other kids until they were both adopted out. Sadly for them, Reid had problems and was never wanted. Either he talked too much or had too much energy, something that he couldn’t help. Fidgeting and running; those were the two things he was good at unless you gave him clay for his busy hands. Even though he always smiled each time someone wanted Ryan, the perfect child, his heart tugged to be accepted like him.
----Nonetheless, they stuck together. It was Ryan’s job to keep his younger half as safe as possible, which meant keeping him close by and never being separated. No matter what the boisterous ladies offered, he’d never get into the car, throwing a fit and demanding his brother with him. So, after the first few months of failed adoptions, the caretakers gave up on even trying to sell the cuties with their wide grins, dimples, and freckles.
----While the old couple that took care of them fretted over money, the two of them went exploring in the forest near their home, little hands chasing after bugs and lizards to proudly tote back inside. Jumping in mud and building forts out of bushes were some of their favorite activities, Scraps decorated their knees while mud stuck into clumps in their red hair. Bird nest were found while poor animals were traumatized by the duo…well, besides one lucky kitten named Mittens.
----Unlike the dogs that they barked back at or the frogs that they happily chased in their rain boots, Mittens, the black cat with white socks, was special. He wasn’t like other cats, that’s for sure. Whenever someone tried to pet him, rather than purring, he made a strange gargling noise in the back of this throat, almost like a growl. His tail was crooked and his ears were folded against his head, always pinned down like he was mad. Spitting was a talent for the challenged cat and even though the myth always goes that all cats land of their feet, Mitten was an expectation.
----But, besides all these flaws within the black cat, both of the twins loved the stray kitten more than each other almost. Perhaps it was because the kitten without any balance was similar to them, riddled with flaws that make it all the more endearing. No one would want such a troublesome pest, just like the twins, so maybe that was why they were attached to the awkward thing.
----Wherever they went, Mittens was sure to follow, either riding in the basket on their bike or tucked safely inside of their jacket with his head poking out the top. He went everywhere and by everywhere, they meant even inside of the orphanage. Maybe if the small kitten was a bit more normal, then he wouldn’t have been discovered on the rainy night they brought him in. Maybe if the thunder didn’t crack over their room that night, then the small kitten wouldn’t have mewled so loudly.
----But, that wasn’t the case. That night, when their father stormed into their room, face red and hands clenched into fist, they both hid underneath the covers. They cuddle Mittens to their chest as their father screamed profanities at them and tried to drag the special feline away from them. As Mittens was kicked outside in the mud though, Ryan and Reid followed their friend.
----Once their father stalked back to his room, complaining about cats, they snuck through the window, backpacks slung onto one shoulder and hoods drawn up to protect them from the onslaught of the rain. Mittens was quickly grabbed by their small hands and shoved underneath Reid’s jacket, warming up the freezing cat as they ran away from their home and back into the city.
----Truthfully, even though they looked brave, they were plum scared. Ryan had no idea what was about to happen, let alone how he was going to manage to take care of Reid and Mittens. He was at lost, torn between leaving his two problems and just going to help himself. But, when they finally took shelter in an abandoned warehouse on the edge of the city, he watched carefully as both of his little problems fell asleep. Little snores were escaping them both as they cuddle together and tried to get warm, sleeping soundly as if they weren’t running away from home. And Ryan couldn’t just leave them alone.
----Slowly, he crept over to them and brought them into an embrace, wrapping his arms around the both of them to keep warm for the night. He could never leave the two of them and he would never do so. The next morning though, after they spent a few hours sleeping on the cold concrete, the soft mewling from Mittens woke them both up.
----“Shut up Mittens, Reid. He’s crying too much,” Ryan grumbled out as he lifted his head up from his backpack, wiping off drool from the corner of his mouth. Speaking of the devil, the black kitten with white socks wriggled his way out of the jacket and started up his cries again.
----“He’s hungry. I can’t make him be quiet,” Reid mumbled out tiredly. Slowly, he sat up and brought the mewling kitten into his hold, stroking his fur softly and whispering soft words to calm him down.
----“Well, what can we do? It’s not like we have money.” What Ryan said was true; all they managed to grab before they left was some cans of food and a few supplies.
----For a moment, his twin just sat there and held onto his other twin, Mittens, as he thought carefully. Normally, Reid was never quiet, let alone still, so Ryan timidly reached out for his twin, nearly touching him before a bright grin stretched across his face and his hands flailed about like always.
----“We-we can…we can steal,” he ushered quietly, as if someone was around to hear their plan.
----Immediately though, Ryan reeled back from his brother and looked terrified at jus the mention of taking something that wasn’t theirs. Neither one of them grew up being taught that taking from others was alright and the ten year old was shocked to hear such a thing come from his brother.
----“Why would we do that?! Stealing is wrong Reid,” Ryan reminded his brother, staring with wide eyes at his brother. He frowned though and sighed out loud at the small sniffle he heard, groaning out even. Whenever Reid got the slightest stressed, this always ended up happening - almost crying to himself and pouting like the spoiled child he was, although what else could someone expect? He was still a child and didn’t know what to do when he got stressed out, only knowing that crying seemed to solve most problems.
----“Whoa, hey now twerp. Don’t start crying just yet. We haven’t even been out of the house for very long,” Ryan tried to say to soothe his little brother, but then the hiccups started up. Really, it was a little too easy to get his brother upset.
----“B-but, you…you y-yelled at me! All I’m try-trying to do is help and-and…” Reid didn’t even get to finish sob story though as tears really started to fall down his cheeks and he started to wail along with his little kitten.
----“All…all I-I was tryin’ to do was hel-help us Ry-Ryan,” the redhead twin sniffled out as he rubbed furiously at his eyes with his sleeve to stop his tears, occasionally hiccupping. “I-I don’t know what-what else t-to do and I’m-I’m just trying to help this time! I don-don’t wa-want to be a problem any…anymore! …I’m scared Ryan.”
----All the poor twin was trying to do was help his older brother. Feeling like burden was something he was something he’d grown up with, always holding Ryan back from being adopted or making him get in trouble for his mistakes. Even now, because he had demanded Mittens to sleep inside, they had foolishly run away from home.
----What surprised him though were the arms circling around him and pulling him into a tight embrace. No harsh words, no taunts, just an embrace. It felt safe and warm in his brother’s arms, as if nothing was ever to harm them again. And so, for the first time in a long time, Reid huddled against his brother and cried.
----Burying his face into his brother’s jacket, Reid started to cry and bawl. Timidly, he wrapped his own arms around his brother and clutched desperately onto the back of his jacket, clenching tiny fist around the fabric. Soon enough, his brother followed him and he too started to sob, thick tears streaming down his face and pattering on top of Mittens’ head. Both of them didn’t know how long they had just spent there, wrapped around each other crying, but all they knew was that when afternoon came, both were tangled up with the other’s legs. A light groan from Ryan woke up Reid and in return, the mewling from their kitten started back up again.
----“Maybe we should steal.” Ryan barely muttered those words out as the mewling got louder, but it was worth it when he looked up at his twin’s face. Despite tears stains from the previous night, Reid was grinning like the cat that got the cream, utterly thrilled that his idea was a good one for once. Ryan never considered his ideas good and to hear him say it out loud was the icing on the cake for the other redhead.
----“You mean it?!” Reid asked enthusiastically. He was bubbling over with excitement already, hyped up on the idea that his idea was worthwhile for once. The slight nod he got in return was all he need before the hyperactive teen lunged forward, toppling into his brother as a mess of “thank you” and “you’re the best” spilled out from his mouth. Ryan only smiled and muttered about how he knew, patting his brother’s back. With the puppy dog eyes this morning and the brightness this just now, there was no way Ryan would’ve ever told him no in the first place.
----So, it was later that afternoon that the twins and their furry friend planned their first heist. It wasn’t too fancy, actually pretty simple seeing how they were so young. Just sneak by and grab whatever you can was their plan as they skittered in the shadows of the flea market. Fruit, toys, and even odd trinkets were snatched by the thieving hands as they nearly jumped at anyone coming towards them. Slowly though, as they both weaved in and out of the crowds, they formed a rhythm, a dance that they would continue to waltz to for the rest of their lives.
----But, that was unimportant to them as they spun passed the legs of adults, laughing and seeming just like innocent kids. Their backpacks filled with stolen goods would tell otherwise though and so would their red hands. As they neared the half way mark though, they became more daring, switching off sides as if they were changing partners in their waltz and quickly snatching items away, dipping down into a bow of their tango. Both of them giggled and grinned in satisfaction, pleased that they could care for themselves once in their lifetime. Ryan grew fond of the idea slowly, his hands speaking more of what he enjoyed as they grabbed a book this time. Reid was delighted that his plan seemed perfect, no flaws just yet. And all the time they stole from others, they continue to look for what they need the most - water and food for Mittens - but no flea market would carry that with them. The only reason they started this anyways was to give back to the one that brought them the most joy.
----By the time they finished their plundering on the open tables and market, the sneaky duo slowly tried to slither their way back to their home, their new home. Both of them stopped dead in their tract though as they walked passed a small connivance store, loaded with plenty of supplies they surely could use.
----“Hey! Hey Ryan!” Reid called out towards his brother.
----“What?”
----“Maybe we can find some water and food for Mittens in there?"
----Ryan paused for a moment, glancing over at the tempting store before Mittens started to meow from his backpack, hungry and grumpy like always.
----"Yeah, they might have something in there he can eat" the older twin muttered as unzipped his bag a little more so Mittens could stick his head out.
----Timidly, they both walked into the store, heads down and hands clenched tightly by their side. Even though they knew no one could read their minds, they felt as of everyone knew they were about to steal. Even though they looked like innocent kids, they already felt like criminals meant to be behind bars. Even though they felt guilty, they continued with their idea anyways.
----Ryan and Reid split apart after a moment, one going towards the drinks while the other looked at the refrigerated foods. As Ryan walked by an aisle though, he noticed canned foods, but more importantly, canned meat. It wasn't cat food, but it would have to do for now. Whistling out loud, Ryan gestured for his twin to come over after he had stuffed his pack full of bottles of water and some cokes.
----"You think Mittens can eat this stuff?" Ryan asked curiously while he picked up one of the cans and read the ingredients.
----"Probably. I don't see anything else we might be able to use."
----"Doesn't seem bad at least. Its got meat in it. Not sure what meat though..."
----Reid grabbed a can as well from the shelf, holding it up in the air as if that would somehow help him find the meat. Then, he held it towards Mittens to sniff and smiled gently as the kitten sneezed from the dust covering the can.
----"I think it will be alright for now," Reid said as he stuffed the can in his backpack. He continued to grab the cans off the shelf and fill his bag full of the stolen goods until it was nearly bursting at the seams. Looking back over, he watched Ryan fill his bag with candy and chips. It was far from healthy, but they never really got any junk food at the orphanage and with this new found freedom, it was the treasure of all their finds. His twin shot him a goofy grin as he zipped up his bag, but slowly, it fell into a frown, a startled one, and he nervously backed away.
----"What's wro-" Reid started out, but a shadow falling over him and the sound of a sigh stopped anymore words.
----"What's going on here boys?" a gruff voice said, unamused and rather pissed sounding. Slowly, Reid turned his head around, eyes wide with fear and sweaty hands trembling as he clutched onto the straps of his bag. Behind him was the store owner, far taller than both of the boys and a monster in their eyes. He towered over the shelves and over both of them. His eyes were narrowed and a frown tugged down on his lips. Arms were crossed over his broad chest while he stood straight like a board, just like a brick wall.
----To the boys though, this was no store owner. Before them was a snarling dragon, spitting out fire with each question while a serpent tongue licked his greedy lips. This was no man anymore; this was their enemy, someone opposing them to survive.
----"Boys, you're going to have to pay for that stuff if you want it. We don't tolerate stealing," the dragon hissed out again, inching closer to Reid and curling his devilish tail around him. Poor Reid though, he was scared out of his wits at being caught, evident by his shaking shoulders and extensive eyes. He flinched as the hand grabbed roughly onto his shoulder and tried to drag him away from his brother. And now that he was stuck, paused in the midst of his dance, the only thing he knew to do was fight or flight.
----And so he did. Right off the bat, when the hand touched his arm, he screamed out and lashed out at the owner while Ryan ran out of the store. His hand hit the one place he knew it hurt the most for guys and like a tree, the dragon fell down with a groan and clutched desperately at his crotch. Not waiting a moment, Reid darted out of the store, ignoring the angry yells at him while he slipped into the alleyway.
----Run, just keep running like he told you to do, Reid chanted over and over again in his head. His mouth was gaped open while he kept running away, holding on tightly to the straps of his backpack. His heart pounded away in his chest, pumping adrenaline through him while he panted. Even as his chest started to hurt and he grew weary, the redhead never stopped until he collapsed onto the concrete floors is his and his brother's home.
----"Reid. Reid! Are you alright?" a voice frantically asked him as he shut his eyes closed and panted. A cold hand pressed against forehead beaded with sweat droplets as he lay down and he leaned up into it.
----"I'm alright Ryan. Just tired now," he groaned out as he reached up and pressed the hand harder against his hand with a goofy grin.
----“Idiot, I was worried about you. You didn’t get any scratches or anything?”
----“Nah, I think I’m good. You could’ve waited on me though.”
----“And risk us both getting caught? No way bro. I knew you would make it out anyways.”
----And that night, they both did make it out in the end. Mittens was fed and the twins both fell asleep again on the hard floor without difficulty. Everything was alright and everything was good, for then at least. They had finally found home at least.
----After their first “heist”, they continued to steal from others to feed themselves and even tricked unknowing victims into giving them money. Running through the streets at night and sneaking into houses of sleeping families was a passion of theirs, a moment where they bonded. But, as they grew up into their teens living in the same warehouse with the same special cat, so did their jobs.
----Finally, they had actual heist jobs and were getting paid real money to steal from mansions rather than apartments. Instead of petty connivance stores, they looted banks and business for any cash they could scrap together. Yet, the twins weren’t beasts like the tabloids liked to make them out to be. Ryan refused to hurt anyone when they robbed together while Reid continuously parted ways with their money to give to parentless kids like themselves. They were just trying to survive.
----About the time they reached their early twenties though, they were both fully grown and no longer the cute, chubby kids they once were. If anything, both of them filled out nicely and were rather lanky even though neither one was tall at all. Mittens though, he was getting older and weaker each day, nearing death any month.
----“We need more money Ryan. Mittens needs to go see a doctor soon,” Reid muttered out as he stroked the top of his cat’s head. Mittens was no longer that young kitten they found out in the mud, but a weary cat ready for his days to be over.
----“Don’t have enough money right now,” Ryan said from the couch he was sprawled on top of, glancing down at his brother right next to him.
----Rather than getting whines and protests like he normally did, Ryan quirked up an eyebrow at the silent reply he had gotten. Reid bit into his bottom lip and looked like he was trying hard to let go of any secrets.
----“Spill it out kiddo. You know we don’t keep secrets from each other,” the older twin yawned out as he lazily reached over and stroked through Reid’s hair like he was stroking Mittens instead.
----“Well…we got a job offer recently,” Reid muttered out and quickly kept his gaze on the old cat’s head rather than towards his brother.
----“Why didn’t you say so?! We’ve been tight on money lately you dope.”
----But Reid couldn’t answer him back. He was scared. He was plain terrified of what the job entitled.
----“Reid, spill it out now. We don’t keep secrets, remember?” Ryan asked, getting slightly annoyed by his twin’s silent behavior.
----“Okay okay! I’ll tell. We got a job from that hotshot guy, Marshal Reeves something or another. The one that owns the big firm near that toy company?” Ryan nodded in agreement, suddenly very keen on the job and no longer his lazy self.
----“Well…” Reid started out before gulping nervously,
----“He wants us to steal from his brother’s company. Wants any documents and money in his company’s safe to disappear. But, he wants us to do the job on the day of his brother’s party. It’s a masked ball though, so we wouldn’t stick out completely, besides our charming, good looks.”
----Ryan didn’t say much of anything after that though, just sitting there and carefully thinking about the heist job. It was doable, but at the same time, one of the riskiest jobs they might have taken on. Reeves’ brother wasn’t someone to mess with lightly, quickly killing off anyone besides his own blood that got in his way, including two pesky thieves for hire. That much have been the reason why Reid didn’t want to spill, Ryan thought to himself before a light cough from Reid got his attention again.
----“Marshal did mention we get half of whatever we stole though,” Reid muttered out, but that’s all it took to get a wide grin from his twin.
----“Let’s do it then!” Ryan quickly sputtered out, jumping off the couch as if they were about to steal right then.
----“But, we can get killed on this job. Not arrested, but killed. The place is swarming with guards Ryan,” Reid complained, whining in protest and childishly pouting up to his brother. The opportunity was too good to pass up though and Ryan just shushed at him, threading his fingers in his hair some more.
----“Hey, look at me Reid.” Ryan patiently waited for his brother to look up, but he never did. Sighing out, the older twin reached around and turned the other redhead’s chin until he had to look up at his brother. Still though, Reid refused to look at him and stared at an interesting spot on the floor.
----“Look at me now Reid,” Ryan finally demanded and slowly, Reid glanced up at him, his eyes full of worry and nervousness as they continuously shifted around.
----“I won’t let anything happen to you, I swear,” Ryan promised with a giant grin.
----“But, I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
----“Okay then, I pinky promise nothing will happen to either of us. Deal?” Ryan offered up while holding his pinkie out. Almost reluctantly, Reid nodded in agreement and crossed his pinkie with his brother’s.
----The night of the heist was clear and slightly chilly, perfect for the twins to make a speedy getaway if needed. It was a new moon to top it off, so they had plenty of darkness to hide and linger in like they were use to. Oddly, they weren’t dressed in the tatters they called clothes, but both were dressed in sharp suits and had a plan mask. Nothing flashy, but tasteful enough for the extravagate party. At the door, they flashed their flashed their false invitations and made it passed the bouncers without a problem, grinning like idiots as they snuck inside.
----For the majority of the night though, they simply enjoyed themselves and mingled with all of the wealthy people. Occasionally, they danced with people, drank a few drinks, and even laughed at the jokes they didn’t understand. By the time everyone was getting a little tipsy and frisky though, the boys pretended to stumbled up the large stairs and what seemed to be a random bedroom.
----The bedroom they fell into giggling and snorting like drunks happened to be the one of their target and right when they managed to shut the door without anyone noticing, they got down to business. Both of them kept their masks on, although they shrugged out of their suit jackets and rolled up their sleeves.
----“Alright Reid, you go find the safe and I’ll scope the place out, alright?” Ryan asked his brother as he nodded towards the joint study.
----“Yeah, just yell if some guards come by,” Reid told his brother as he walked into the study and easily found the safe. Of course that part would be easy, but actually cracking into it would be the difficult part.
----At times like these, Reid was focused and observant about everything around, until he started at the puzzle. He loved puzzles and was one of the few things that he could finish without being distracted. The only thing that could make him stop solving was his brother.
----BANG.
----Or a gunshot this time around. Quickly, the redhead pulled back from the safe and worriedly glanced around the room, ears alert for his brother. Nothing came after that though. Nothing at all.
----Reid shot up from the floor and rushed out into the bedroom, mortified by the blood staining the carpet and the dead guard near the entrance. His brother’s state is what worried him the most though. Ryan was leaned up against a wall and pressed hard against his right shoulder, wincing and breathing deeply as blood seeped out from his hand. The crimson liquid branched off from the bullet wound and stained the white shirt, coating it in the sticky substance as glazed eyes moved over to Reid.
----“S-sorry little br-bro. Cou-couldn’t ke-keep…my promise,” he groaned out with a strained smile. The small smile was turned into a painful expression as he winced again and slid farther down the wall.
----“Hey. Hey Ryan! You-you’re go-going to make it. Don-don’t say stupid stuff like that,” Reid stammered out as he rushed over to his brother’s side and pressed against the wound as well. Even with the small smile on his face, tears streamed down his face as he watched his brother wither in pain.
----“Come-come on now. We-we gotta go Ry,” the younger twin murmured out as he lifted his bother on his feet, shaking like a branch and wincing with every flinch of pain from Ryan. Already, he could hear the shouts from the other guards and without another second to spare, Reid struggled to drag his brother drifting in and out of conscious to the fire escape.
----After that night, Reid lost someone so dear to his heart that for months afterwards, his heart always pulled and tugged in pain. Constantly, he was grieving and never could get over the death. That’s why he always visited this grave every weekend, placing flowers on top of the dirt and crying for a little bit over his lost one. He just hoped that one day, when he made his weekly visits, he might be able to smile without crying, just like they had always wanted.
----“Come one Reid. I have a surprise for you,” Ryan called out from the umbrella and held out a hand for his brother to take.
----“Sorry Ryan. I just miss Mittens so much.”
----“Yeah, that night I got shot…yeah I’m sorry. If I wasn’t stupid, then he wouldn’t have been left outside in the cold,” Ryan mumbled out as he shifted uneasily on his feet, holding back a smile. “I do have something for you though.”
----A small bump moved relentlessly beneath his coat jacket and with a full blown grin, he brought out a little bundle of fur. That little ball of fur meowed softly and soon, one ear poked up while the other was still pressed against his head firmly.
----“Meet Mittens Junior! M.J. for short of course,” Ryan happily chirped out as he brought the umbrella over his twin’s head. All he got back in return though was that same quiet smile as Reid carefully brought the stray kitten into his hands, cradling it like a precious jewel. This time though, Ryan didn’t need to know what was wrong. Reid’s silence was enough to satisfy him for once.
----“Come one. Let’s go steal something for good old times again,” Ryan laughed out as he clapped a hand around his twin’s shoulder and dragged him along. Even though the beat of the drum stopped at the party, they continued their dance as a new song started up for the both of them.
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Song: Albanian Dance composed by Shelly Hanson
Entry for this place. Explanation: First, I would like to say that coming up with a plot based entirely on a song is extremely hard to do without lyrics to think about. In turn, it then becomes difficult for the reader to understand the connection as the writer must have derived their idea from imagining the song being played through a scene. With this particular song, I immdediatly thought that dancing is a must for it, considering that the song is for a type of dance. But, that wouldn't make for an interesting plot at all. After that, I had considered something fast paced, something epic for such an epic piece that I picked. So then, I came to the conclusion that this song must go along with a fighting or running scene in a fantasy world, matching the pace of the song. Yet again, I was wrong. This piece reminded me of thieves though, sneaking their way in and blending perfectly into the shadows much like how the instruments in that piece harmonized so beautifully.
Again though, something was off with this reasoning I had and I continued to think longer about. Stealing matched the tempo of the song, but there was no strong idea of it. Then, I considered how the song flowed together and never hit a rough spot despite circumstances, which prompted me to create character(s) that even despite their hardships continued forward with a bright smile on their face. But suddenly, the song stopped. There was nothing left after that besides the applause. So, just like in the course of my story, it all ended abruptly. Nothing. Yet, the songs go and so does the dancing just as the character(s) continued to live their life/lives. And, just so you know, Mittens did steal with them their first time and several times afterwards. He was a cat burglar.
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by aphelion ✧ » Tue Mar 12, 2013 3:36 pm
Paper Planes by M.I.A.
Plot TBA
Including my babe Xela
Probably posted off-site
3rd person, but focus on general feel...maybe
Light lyrics
Little Talks by Of Monster and Men
1st person from guy's perspective
Character death
Depressing stuff with girl
College age
Heavy on lyics
Home by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
Road trip perhaps
1st person from guy's perspective
Heavy on lyrics
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[right][img]http://fontmeme.com/create.php?text=About%20Me&name=Japanese%20-%20moon.ttf&size=20&style_color=000000[/img][/right][size=90]Okay...on to more important information! During this time of the year, everyone wants a little piece of me, so I may disappear at random times depending on what is going on at the moment. I will be starting a year long project soon, so yeah. Warnings will be PM to you if I learn of an absence and I might even be able to pop on here during that time to send a quick, little message. Those little messages will only happen though if you are part of a RP that doesn't take extremely long post or if we use email.
Typically, [color=#257483]I send a message every three days[/color], but sometimes the messaging varies, depending on my schedule that day. If I don't post within my normal time, send me a motivating message, encouraging me to reply faster and sooner. Not some raged induced wall of text that makes me want to crawl into my mushroom corner for days or weeks. Also, [color=#257483]my time is Central Time[/color], but I'm on at weird times.
Besides the listed, there isn't really anything else you should know unless you become my partner...RP partner.[/size]
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[left][img]http://fontmeme.com/create.php?text=How%20I%20Write&name=Japanese%20-%20moon.ttf&size=20&style_color=000000[/img][/left][size=90]Some people have told me that I write[color=#257483] literate[/color], but others have described my writings as [color=#257483]semi-literate[/color]. Personally, I don't care about those labels. My posting [color=#257483]length ranges in 500-3,000 words or 5-12 paragraphs[/color] (paragraphs are 3-7 sentences normally) or...I'm not counting the sentences, but hopefully you get my drift. The smallest post is when I don't have that much to work with, while the longest is typically seen at the beginning at the RP, so normally I type in between those ranges. Plus, [color=#257483]I mirror or overwrite your reply[/color]. I can send[color=#257483] examples[/color] if you want, just please [color=#257483]don't look at my RPs on this website[/color]. That was me, being a minimalist.
My spelling and grammar could be seen as excellent to horrible, illiterate children's scrabble. Nah, I'm kidding about the second, but I do normally have [color=#257483]very well grammar and spelling.[/color] They should both be near perfect, since I use Word to type up my replies, but even a computer can't catch some mistakes. At least I don't use chat speak.
When I describe my character, I tend to not use pictures. Words forming into sentences is what I use to depict my character. I can find multiple pictures to put together a rough draft of them, but I doubt that I will ever find just one picture that fits them perfectly. So, I [color=#257483]describe my characters with words[/color] most of the time, although I can use [color=#257483]real life pictures[/color].[/size]
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[right][img]http://fontmeme.com/create.php?text=What%20I%20Expect%20From%20You&name=Japanese%20-%20moon.ttf&size=20&style_color=000000[/img][/right][size=90]Now, I don't nearly expect you to match up to me completely. Your normal posting length can be shorter or longer than my own, but [color=#257483]no one/two-liners[/color]. Also, if you just send three lines, but they are something like this (Jane walked around. She stopped. A cat yawned.) I will be very angry, but adore that cat part. Please only send well [color=#257483]developed sentences[/color] unless you're trying to set the mood with shorter sentences.
Grammar and spelling don't have to be perfect or dead on, but if you dare send me chat speak, you might as well dig yourself a grave. [color=#257483](Chat speak is bad)[/color] Also, [color=#257483]no bright colors[/color] [color=#FFFFFF](like this)[/color] that blind me with the overly pale colors. Do you want me to walk around with no sight or something?
Finally, I would like [color=#257483]one reply per week[/color]. More than that is splendid, but sometimes, I can't even manage that. If you suddenly are leaving and get on for some time, notify me ahead of time, so I don't bother myself with checking constantly. Also, if you get bored, just tell me. We might be able to work something out.
It is preferred that [color=#257483]you have a character sheet[/color] that we both can use, but [color=#257483]it isn't necessary[/color]. I have never been good with creating them, since most of the time, my RP partner sits right next to me. We would discuss everything in the open and we both had a good grasp on each other's characters. [strike]Heck, some of our characters even date each other.[/strike] Haha, never mind that. They are all single now.[/size]
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[left][img]http://fontmeme.com/create.php?text=What%20I%20Love%20To%20Roleplay&name=Japanese%20-%20moon.ttf&size=20&style_color=000000[/img][/left][size=90]Let me go ahead and tell you this tidbit of information. The only coupling I will RP is[color=#257483] yaoi[/color], boy x boy, boy's love, man x man, or whatever you call it. And now let me restate this so everyone sees this time. [color=#257483]YAOI. I WILL ONLY ACCEPT YAOI UNLESS YOU KEEP READING FOR ONCE. HMPH[/color] Basically, our main characters need to be both males and I'm not changing that rule one bit...unless you can convince me otherwise.
Also, I prefer that our [color=#257483]characters are at or older than the age of eighteen[/color]. It makes things easier to RP, since there wouldn't be many restrictions the government would have on them, but it doesn't mean the characters must be mature. And [color=#257483]I like modern time[/color] to be the time era. Anything else requires me to research before we start the RP, but we can bring in aspects from other time periods.
Besides that, here are some ideas I'm interested in.
-Romance
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[*]Okay, not purely romance. I would like some action thrown into the mix or romance could be a side part. I just really prefer for it to be in there somewhere. Or lust. Lust is great.[/list]
-Adventure/Action
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[*]Everything needs a little bit of some fights or duels to make it interesting. Even if it is just a couple's quarrel, I would like it have some action/adventure in it, not boring "everything is perfect" drama. STILL NEEDS ROMANCE WITH IT THOUGH[/list]
[strike]-Fantasy
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[*]Now, I love fantasy because there are so much possibilities and ideas for a plot, meaning that the ideas can be endless and the plot almost never dies. I do have one small qualm with this topic though. If your idea is based on or revolves around a lot of strange terminology, I need a miniature dictionary send to me or I couldn't possibly keep up.[/list][/strike]
-Good character x bad character
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[*]Examples: (Hero vs. Villain) (Cop vs. Criminal) (Detective vs. Murderer) Those always interest me greatly![/list]
[strike]-Assassin x Assassin or Spy vs. Spy
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[*]Perhaps two assassins/spy could be assigned to kill/spy each other or both have the same target. Either way, this idea sounds interesting to me.[/list][/strike]
[strike]-Assassin x Target
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[*]Self explanatory. Target could be changed into thief/informant/contractor.[/list][/strike]
-Mythical Creature x Human
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[*]Just mentioned an intriguing creature to me (humanoid/shape-shifter at least, not purely creature. Even vampires and nekos are counted as mythical creature to me. Basically something that isn't human or zombie) I always enjoy having mythical creatures running about.
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[list][list][*]Shapeshifters {{Werewolves/Werecats/Dragons/Shapeshifters}}
[*]Merpeople
[*]Animal Hybrids {{Like Nekos. Or bird people. Or whatever.}}
[*]Vampires {{By my rules or just no sparkles. plz.}}
[*]Werewolves
[*]Skinwalkers
[*]Demons/Angels
[*]And Many More![/list][/list]
-Detective
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[*]This one is a weak spot! I do have some qualms with it, but no ideas for plots![/list]
-Gangs
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[*]Either with rival gangs or a gang vs. a police officer. Dying for this and have plots ready to throw at people[/list]
-Runaway
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[*]PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF ME. PLEASE. Dying for this one forever and forever. I would like it between the runaway and a person nice enough to pick them off the street. Have plot ready, but I want certain parts. [/list]
-Fight Club
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[*]Plots ready to be thrown once again, so yeah. Not much description for this babe.[/list]
-Skin-walkers
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[*]A Native American myth. [strike]I have multiple ideas ready for this one, so if you are interested, then just send a message.[/strike] If you don’t know what a skin-walker is, Wikipedia it![/list]
-Danger Days or Killjoys
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[*]I will marry your eternal soul if you’re even mildly interested in this one. This, right here, is my passion, but it is so hard to find someone with knowledge about it. It is preferred that you would know what this is. I do have a small section of information if you are really interested in this one and I have plenty of plot ideas for this one as well.[/list]
[strike]-Band
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[*]It can be either the traditional symphonic band or orchestra, or the classic rock band that tours across the world. For this one though, I do not use real bands, but create my own members. Songs though, I will use other songs from existing bands, just because I’m too lazy to create a ton a meaningless lyrics.[/list][/strike]
[strike]-Pokémon Trainer
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[*]For this one, I like it to be within the first three generations with no pokémon from the future generations mixed in with the bunch. I like the idea of the beginning of the journey with your own chosen starter (not one of the three) or just a quest.[/list][/strike]
-Harry Potter
[list][*]This is another fandom I'm interested at the moment. I'm pretty easy going on the plot and everything else...I just have a huge craving to play a quidditch player for some reason.[/list]
-Studio Ghibli
[list][*]I would love something similar to the general idea of their movies. I'd also love if I could possibly play an eastern dragon like Haku. WILL ONLY DO STRAIGHT PAIRINGS FOR THIS.[/list]
-An Odd Idea [b](PLEASE, I WILL MARRY YOUR SOUL)[/b]
[list][*]Oh, I'd love for a roleplay where there was a lot of fighting, both verbal and physical, flirting, violence, lust, and all that good stuff. I have a certain character I wish to play for that theme.[/list]
-Original plots!
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[*]If you have an idea, I’m all ears! Seriously, I love original plots so much since I've been running low on my own plots.[/list][/size]
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-Books/Movies/Games I haven't read/watched/played.
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[*]I might be able to roleplay them though if you give me a day or two to research the materials. Just tell me which book/movie/game you would want to roleplay.[/list]
[b]X[/b]Twilight. I'm sorry, but I never finished the series.
[b]X[/b]Real life people like celebrities. It feels weird being someone who actually exists.
[b]X[/b]Characters from books/movies/games. I only roleplay with original characters.
-Animals unless you want me to aggravate you with questions about anatomy.
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[*]Even though I can't roleplay animals doesn't mean I can't roleplay shape-shifters or humanoids. It just can't be purely animals or creatures.
[*]To me, humanoids are either anthros, nekos (or variants) and other things along that line. Basically, creatures with the structure of a human body, but features (tails, ears, fur, scales, wings, etc.) of an animal
[*]Shape-shifters to me are people who can choose to be either a creature, humanoid, or human. Even a mixture of all three or just two are fine as long as they have a human like structure somehow.[/list]
-Teen pregnancies.
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[*] This one I'm curious, but slightly turned away from at the same time, mainly because it would most likely be a m-preg (male pregnancy) If you have a good plot and wanna try it, I would prefer that this one would be by email [i]only.[/i] The topic to me is just too mature for a family website.[/list][/size]
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[left][img]http://fontmeme.com/create.php?text=Farewells&name=Japanese%20-%20moon.ttf&size=20&style_color=000000[/img][/left][size=90]So long and adios! Thank you for taking your time to read this massive block of text. Sorry if I don't get back to you right away, but I normally post right before I go to bed. Yeah…after all this typing, I have no idea what else to say, but…I love you and your face.
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[list][size=85]I'm going to make this short and simple for y'all. Yes, I am country and yes, I prefer to be addressed with male pronouns. If that makes you feel uncomfortable, just think of me as a girl then since I'm very use to that as well. Anywho, I am in the [b]central time zone[/b] and [b]post more than once a week[/b] normally. I'd like the [b]same from you[/b]. As for literacy, I'm looking for [b]semi-lit to high semi-lit, meaning 1-4 paragraphs[/b] preferably from the [b]both of us.[/b] And here is what I'm looking for:
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[b]Note:[/b] All pairings would be yaoi (homosexual men), but the last one mentioned. That can either be het (a boy and a girl). And all of them would either include lust or love. I'm also extremely picky about characters because I prefer well developed babes that have been written or roleplayed before. And I'd like for my partner to be my friend yo.
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