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discedo_logs2008-07-10 10:36 pm
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Sweets
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satsujin_ai and rolo_lamperouge
Where: Around the general vicinity of the bar
When: Late afternoon
Rating: PG-13 to R for evil themes
Summary: Seishirou arrives in Discedo and meets up with another new resident.
the log:
Seishirou knelt to pry a hunting knife from the fingers of a dessicated corpse. The gleaming metal reflected his gentle smile in its blood-speckled depths. His detour had taken him into the dangerous part of the city. Oh, what an entrancing little toy. He rarely needed weapons. His body: hands, fingers, power made the most intimate tools when placing harm or death upon the body. The delicate skin would give with a sigh to the depth of his fingers. The heart would stutter in a sudden swoon as he clasped his fingers around in.
There was nothing like clutching a person's heart in your hands.
"Subaru-kun!" A sigh. "I miss you even more when I imagine such things."
The Sakurazukamori rose to his full and imposing, wide-shouldered height. The knife he slid into his inner coat pocket, a cold weight against his dress shirt. He would certainly take longer to reach his destination now. One could call it fashionably late! He felt more cheerful in considering that. He gave the paper-thin corpse one last kick before winding along the dangerous streets, humming a sweet and off-key melody. His voice: deep, soft, melodic, devoid of his beautiful, bloody thoughts.
His sweet words about Subaru put off a real worry at his victim's absence. Though he never approached the boy after Hokuto's death, and curse, he could always feel his presence. Even Subaru's all consuming anger was adorable. This void--no, he didn't like it one bit. He would be bored without prey to plan for.
Then again, this place seemed to have potential!
Thus steadied, he approached the meeting place. Slid in on the shadows, so to speak, quiet, trying to catch a glimpse of Rolo before the other saw him.
"Good afternoon!"
He knew how friendly he looked. Now, he peered into the youth's direction in search of a similar mask.
If only his dear illusion abilities were intact. What fun he could have! He needed to find out why those weren't working.
satsujin_ai and rolo_lamperouge Where: Around the general vicinity of the bar
When: Late afternoon
Rating: PG-13 to R for evil themes
Summary: Seishirou arrives in Discedo and meets up with another new resident.
the log:
Seishirou knelt to pry a hunting knife from the fingers of a dessicated corpse. The gleaming metal reflected his gentle smile in its blood-speckled depths. His detour had taken him into the dangerous part of the city. Oh, what an entrancing little toy. He rarely needed weapons. His body: hands, fingers, power made the most intimate tools when placing harm or death upon the body. The delicate skin would give with a sigh to the depth of his fingers. The heart would stutter in a sudden swoon as he clasped his fingers around in.
There was nothing like clutching a person's heart in your hands.
"Subaru-kun!" A sigh. "I miss you even more when I imagine such things."
The Sakurazukamori rose to his full and imposing, wide-shouldered height. The knife he slid into his inner coat pocket, a cold weight against his dress shirt. He would certainly take longer to reach his destination now. One could call it fashionably late! He felt more cheerful in considering that. He gave the paper-thin corpse one last kick before winding along the dangerous streets, humming a sweet and off-key melody. His voice: deep, soft, melodic, devoid of his beautiful, bloody thoughts.
His sweet words about Subaru put off a real worry at his victim's absence. Though he never approached the boy after Hokuto's death, and curse, he could always feel his presence. Even Subaru's all consuming anger was adorable. This void--no, he didn't like it one bit. He would be bored without prey to plan for.
Then again, this place seemed to have potential!
Thus steadied, he approached the meeting place. Slid in on the shadows, so to speak, quiet, trying to catch a glimpse of Rolo before the other saw him.
"Good afternoon!"
He knew how friendly he looked. Now, he peered into the youth's direction in search of a similar mask.
If only his dear illusion abilities were intact. What fun he could have! He needed to find out why those weren't working.