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[superbia]

- - Sever Shy Allois- -
Night-Crawler//Subordinate//Member
..- The smirking fox appears with dull, deadly colors
Make way, for the cunning king -..

The room was still silent, no one speaking, and actually, he couldn't tell if they were breathing. "I'm gonna poke my head outside for a bit to get some fresh air, just hollar through a window when we're leaving." Sever murmured, lifting his feet from the ground in quick, smooth strides until he'd made it to the door. His fingers ran over the knob for a moment; his nails clinking quietly when they tapped over it, and overall, the noise was calming. So he opened the door and started to walk outside, the blaring sun horror to his eyes. In return to the savage gaze of the sun, Sever sheilded his eyes while he adjusted, but soon, he could actually get somewhere. The sun, now dulling in color as his pupils dilated, felt warm and inviting...way different from the moon's creamy glance. A change for once, in his routine to stay in the dark, now, to take a look outside.

He could see why the Day Trotters loved it, but still, they were soft in his mind. Sever dismissed his hand away from covering his eyes, while the sun's gaze beat vigorously down on him. 'It might get annoying to have to stare at this everyday, twenty-four-seven, though.' He mentally concluded, skimming the streets and their many inhabitants. 'Maybe I could get a run-in with a Trotter, that would be more interesting than just standing here.' Slowly and carefully, Sever started to walk once more, eyes following every person in a quick, studying glance. None of them seemed to be gang material, seeing as the Trotters always had some way of expressing themselves, so maybe he was just looking in the wrong place.

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Avery Ikeda
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He's a rebel and he'll never ever be any good,
He's a rebel 'cause he never ever does what he should!
Just because he doesn't do what everybody else does,
That's no reason why I can't give him all my love.

Seeing what Vanilla did, Avery raised a brow, still smirking that naughty, mischievous smirk of his. He strutted over to the boy, putting his hands in his pocket. He scanned Vanilla again, walking around him a few times, and no matter how hard he tried to focus on other aspects of his body, Avery couldn't keep his eyes off of the boy's hair. It was...to him, it was terrible. In fact, to anyone, it would look absolutely horrible. "Okay, kid, before we get anywhere with the conversation with the tacky 'hi-my-name-is-so-and-so-and-who-are-you' thing, I got something really, really important to ask you." Avery walked around the kid once more, examining him again, trying his hardest to ignore the fact that his hair was a matted, dirty mess. Now that he thought about it, the rest of the kid wasn't exactly clean either. He was soaked in saltwater, for corn's sake, and it looked horrid.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but did you think that dunking yourself in saltwater had any kind of positive effect on your hair? And when was the last time you cleaned yourself? Really, you look kinda...hm, matted, I guess." Avery put a hand on his hip, and he couldn't stop looking this boy over - it was stunning to see someone in this kind of condition. Not exactly something you'd see everyday. Really, he wondered, I have to think hard about how this kid lives. It's either he's a homeless mess, or his parents treat him terribly. Either one would make sense in this situation...and either way, it looks like he does not live well at all. "Honestly. Wherever you're living right now, I can bet it's not exactly...welcoming."

Avery adjusted his sunglasses and scanned Vanilla once more. For him, it was hard not to. This kid really did look like something the giant rabid bear dragged in, and he just couldn't get over it. Is it just me, or are his eyes...dull? Avery paused to look the kid dead in the eyes for just a quick moment, and after he examined them, he seemed a bit saddened. He looked skeptical and uncertain all of a sudden, all because of the kid's eyes. It's like he's got no life in him at all. His eyes look dead, the poor thing. Avery bit his tongue thoughtfully, starting to wonder if this kid was a Crawler. He sure seemed like one, and that would explain why he was so beat up.

(( Sorry about the short post. D: ))

[exorcism]

Day-Trotters
Gαlαϰʏ Sαитяιuм
"Welcome to the world of 'no one's listening'...."

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Walking silently down the familiar streets, Galaxy decided she wouldn't be exploring again for a while. Getting lost isn't fun, She thought to herself bitterly. Now, where this that darn warehouse? Pondering over that question, she silently began to rub her chin. Oh well, I'll fine it later! She said to herself, a sudden smile appearing across her face. Galaxy would probably just wonder around for a while, and since she knew these streets she most likely wouldn't get lost. Making her way down the streets, she pulled on her shirt, trying to remember exactly what she wore today. Why do I always forget what I put on? She giggled to herself. All she was doing was really walking around, seeing she had nothing else to do. Another grin split across her face as she felt the sun's heat beat against her skin. It felt good, but then she peered down at her pale white skin. Skin, how come you can't tan already? I'm out in the sun basically everyday!

Brushing the thoughts away, she began looking at the people walking down the same street as her. She began to wonder who they may be, why they're walking down these streets... Oh Galaxy, you silly girl, you shouldn't care about them, they don't care about you! Galaxy reminded herself. The only reason a complete stranger might want to to talk to her was because of her hair, or to make fun of her hair. Either way, it wasn't really a conversation she wanted to get into. Noticing how she kept on babbling to herself, she decided to say something, instead of thinking it. "Today's a nice day..." Yeah, very nice Galaxy, you just made yourself look like an idiot, She thought yet again. Hopefully no one heard her, and seeing no one seemed to know she was even there, she guessed they didn't.

[superbia]

- - Sever Shy Allois - -
Night-Crawler//Subrodinate//Member
..- The smirking fox appears with dull, deadly colors
Make way, for the cunning king -..

Sever sighed, pausing his short walk so he would stand awkwardly in the middle of the sidewalk, a few other people trotting past him. There was nothing to do out here either! Ugh. He skimmed his sights over a few people until a young girl with...rainbow hair? She actually had colorful hair, wow, but there was something utterly familiar to it. It was like he had seen it before... Day Trotter! She was that odd one, how could he forget? A smile, thought mostly hidden, became visible along his usually smirking lips. Now there was someone to speak with; get some information if she didn't know which group he belonged to. Inhaling sharply, Sever strutted over to her, one hand on his hip in a feminine pose, but the onther resting at his side limply. "Couldn't help but notice you, you're different from everyone else walking around here." he purred, eyes hovering over her for a moment before he gazed elsewhere. "The hair, it's pretty intense, but I believe I know the compliments you get." After saying this sentence, he repositioned his eyes over her; his eyebrow was raised barely, and his smile had all but vanished.

[Tech.]

Vanilla
バニラ

[Right now, I can't be cured by words
That are only gentle
I'm just going to give my everything
To this battle that continues on endlessly]

Vanilla sighed. "What are you doing?" he asked, seeing Avery looking him over. "And yes I know. My life and living conditions are not acceptable under any terms, but whatever." he sighed and looked at the boy. Everything about him was odd to Vanilla. His shirt, hair, and practically just the way he stood. Vanilla's eyes scanned the boy, seeing little to no flaws, but he knew that the other boy coud see his.

(Sorry for the short post. WB really bad...)

[exorcism]

Day-Trotters
Gαlαϰʏ Sαитяιuм
"Welcome to the world of 'no one's listening'...."

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Galaxy lashed her head around as the stranger approached. Listening silently as he spoke, she crossed her arms. Okay. Random kid decides to talk to you. How could this possibly go wrong? She told herself sarcastically. Though, it wasn't everyday someone talked to her, so she decided to give it a shot. What could go wrong? Scratch that, a thousand things could go wrong, just don't think about those thousand things. She began to say something real intelligent like, "Uh... Yeah, sure. Um..." You're a babbling idiot, Galaxy, hope you know that. She thought, scolding herself for not thinking before she actually opened her mouth. Rubbing the back of her neck, she pursed her lips slightly. "Uh, so who are you, exactly?" Galaxy inquired, lifting an eyebrow slightly. She would at least like to know who she may be dealing with, though, of course, that thought slipped her mind as soon as she said those words. Wait, what did I just ask? She thought to herself, suddenly forgetting. Oh yeah! I remember now.

{Sorry that it sounds like a bunch of babbling nonsense, my muse is at zero right now.}

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Avery Ikeda
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He's a rebel and he'll never ever be any good,
He's a rebel 'cause he never ever does what he should!
Just because he doesn't do what everybody else does,
That's no reason why I can't give him all my love.

Avery grunted and crossed his arms, his body bending in such a way that his chest was pulled inn and his crotch area was sticking out just a little bit. "Whaddya mean 'what am I doing'? Isn't it...kinda obvious?" When Avery asked that, in was in a sassy, cocky, know-it-all tone which was just his normal voice. He smirked a bit, unsure if this would sound awkward to Vanilla or not. He knew teenagers would take almost anything in a romantic "oh em gee you're so cute" way, so he was having second thoughts, but the words poured out before he could stop them. "I'm checking you out, you know. You look pretty...hm...well, beat up. I don't like that, mmkay? I just can't take my eyes off of you 'cause you look so ratty."

Avery bit his lip thoughtfully, slightly tilting his head to the side. "So you don't live well, eh? Don't wanna come off as ride, but get out of the rat's nest you're living in, then. Unless you're one of those Crawler people, then there's really no escape and all y'can do is find some way to fix yourself up." Suddenly, he paused, noticing that he probably wasn't getting the right message across. Stupid boy, think before you speak. Avery sighed and smiled, shaking his head a little bit. That just screamed out that he thought he'd had a stupid moment. "Are you getting what I'm trying to say?" he laughed, unable to wipe that silly little smile off of his face. "'Cause it sounds like I'm talking about appearance, even though I'm not. Appearance isn't important right now, I'm talkin' t'you about condition, mmkay? That's what I'm concerned about. Your physical condition."

"Honestly. I know I suck big time at wording things, so sorry if y'got the wrong message." Avery pushed up his sunglasses again and unzipped his hoodie a bit. After all, it was a bit warm out. Boy, am I glad I got nothing on under this thing. I'd probably be dead or suffering from heat stroke, no doubt about it...because even warm weather is too hot for me. Mother Nature should really start cranking up her A/C. Avery paused for another short while, realizing he had never gotten to the "tacky 'hi-I'm-so-and-so-and-who-are-you' thing." Aw heck. Maybe introductions can wait until-- "Hey kid. I never got your name, so go on, spit it out." Avery smirked and pushed his weight onto one leg so that hip - which happened to be the one his hand was resting on - jutted out a little bit.

[solo]

((Oi! Can somebody please talk to Freckles? I can't just leave Stephanie hanging like that But she's not replying...))

Stephanie Smith
Day Trotter//Just a member
***(((Turn Me On With Your Electric Feel)))***

Pinching her bottm lip between her thumb and fore finger, Stephanie took this few second to think things over. Pros, cons, or any consequences that may appeal in the future. Seeing as though nothing bad could possibly happen out of this, she nodded. "We don't have a head honcho, but that doesn't mean I can't act like one. You're more than welcome to join.." She got up, blushing a bit when she had to pull down her shorts that rode all the way up. Taking her time to talk to the door she hald out a hand. "I'm Steph, and welcome to the group."

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Rusty "Freckles" O'Mahoney
Day Trotter
"You can run from the fire, but you can't run from the smoke"
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Freckles smiled for the first time in days, "Thank you." he sighed with relief and gratitude.
He stepped inside the warehouse. He wondered how many people were in the Day Trotters. Ten? Twenty? Fifty? Did they all meet here at the same time, or just random? Did they sleep here? How did the gang get food? But Freckles kept his mouth shut, he didn't want to seem like a snoop, she might be suspicious of that.
He shook her hand, "I'm R-Freckles." he caught himself just in time. He felt like laughing but kept a poker face, and hoped she wasn't suspicious of that either. Then again, a person with a name like Freckles obviously wasn't really named Freckles. Well, most people, anyways.

((hmmm. Changed his themesong. old one sucked))

[99Problems.]

((I am so sorry! I've just gotten myself out of the hospital. Long story, but please don't ask. I'll reply now.))

[99Problems.]

Stephanie Smith
Day Trotter//Just a member
***(((Turn Me On With Your Electric Feel)))***

[center]Stephanie couldn't help but smile at the boy, her cheeks keeping the reddish hue of a blush from before. She dropped her hand to cross them behind her back, eyes dipping to look at the ground then up to "Freckle's" face. She opened her mouth to speak but closed it, thinking words over. "What's your real name? I hope it isn't a bother of me asking but, I'd honestly like to know." Her head tipped to the side as she waited for an answer, knowing the boy probably wouldn't give any information about the current topic.