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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 5:57 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 6:30 pm
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Once upon a time XXXOr so the story's told XXXXXXEveryone lives happily XXXXXXXXXXAs the end unfolds
F O R E V E RXS W E E TXXN E V E RXE N D I N G
Soulless grinned happily, showing clean white teeth. "I'm looking for a job." He replied contentedly, glancing over the orange with an almost hungry look. He just remembered how he only had his sucker... not that he minded, of course. He loved his sucker! He quickly unwrapped the sucker and it into his sweet mouth, eye rolling to the back of his head in enjoyment of the sweet taste that blossomed on his tongue. A moment later, he was back and staring up at the taller man in front of him. He gave a sheepish smile, innocent and cute despite the fact he was looking for a 'job', a slang term on the streets for those in the know. He was up and ready to hire for an assassination. For those in the business that required such things, he was fairly well known.... even when he traveled. The long arm of the unlaw sometimes stretched farther than the law.
However, he was more curious at the man's reaction. "Feels alive? How?" He asked innocently. He didn't feel more alive when he bled, his thoughts didn't clear... mainly because to bleed was natural and normal to him. Most of the time gashes and cuts didn't hurt him at all, so he wouldn't understand the feeling of a rush when it came to pain. His other half might, bye he was fairly ignorant.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 6:43 pm
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Itazuki never thought of why bleeding made him feel alive, what he was about to say would sound the exact opposite. He chewed the tangy, watery thing in his mouth for a bit before swallowing then he took another bite while speaking. He spat with each word. "Well, I don't know. It's just when I bleed, I feel light headed, closer to death and I begin to know my self better. I just feel-" He shook his arms and gave a vulgar look. "I feel great and better than any thing. Unlike most poeple when I'm about today I feel better, happier. To die would be a great adventure, of course once your dead. Your dead, but its what every one around you becomes when you die and that's why I'm not afraid to die. Bleeding is just pain, I like pain. ?My name means pain by the way."
Itazuki hopped off the crate and ate the rest of the orange and looked at the menial child. "So kid...your looking for a job. If I didn't know better your looking for a hit. I can spot an assassin out of the blue. Since I once was one, well..." He stopped and looked at Ty, but then diverted his eyes back to the weird kid. "So how old are you?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 6:57 pm
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Once upon a time XXXOr so the story's told XXXXXXEveryone lives happily XXXXXXXXXXAs the end unfolds
F O R E V E RXS W E E TXXN E V E RXE N D I N G
Soulless was quite curious now. He had never thought of dying like that. Then again, he never thought of death like that. Having faced death ever since he was a child (hell, he's a child now), it never occurred to him what the loss of life really meant. To him, it was as natural as breathing, something not to be questioned. However, the man mentioned pain. He shook his head in disagreement. "Bleeding doesn't hurt at all." He responded with a smile. "I've had bigger cuts than yours mister, I should know." He gave another innocent grin, one that denied the strangely disturbing words he spoke.
"Oh... so you know what I'm looking for?" The boy asked, his light and cheery tone seemed to defy his words yet again, something that was common to him. "Then, can you help me find a job? If I don't do a job, I get so bored!" He laughed gently at his own joke. Then, the man asked him of his name. His silver eye seemed to sparkle in a too-happy happiness. "I don't know my age. I think I'm 12... I'll have to ask him about it." He murmured, meaning his other half.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 7:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 7:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 7:43 pm
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Reality tells XXXA different kind of tale XXXXXXEverybody tries to win XXXXXXXXXXXXBut everyone fails N E V E RXS W E E TXXN E V E RXE N D I N G
The eyepatch switched eyes suddenly, the kind and innocent expression gone. In replace was a colder stare, the silver eye frosting over in distrust as he looked over the stranger that had not introduced himself and the man named Itazuki. His other half had gained a liking for the two, but he was here to kill and that was the only reason why. If he had his way he would've long sworn both of these idiots out. Whoever the stranger was was obviously trying to keep tabs on them. He shot a hard glare at the man before hopping after the other assassin.
Saneless was suspicious of the two men. "Where's the man? Let's get this over with." He spoke plainly. "And, where do I get the cash?" He asked. His voice had switched from quiet and joyful. Instead, it had already switched to cold and businesslike, something that completely disregarded the kind words spoken from the same lips. His nose wrinkled in a clear snarl, glaring at the two of them, daring them to pull something.
He unsheathed his knife, waiting until they were in the alleyway before plunging the knife down on his arm. He filled the knife with his blood before pressing his free sleeve down, effectively sealing the wound after forcing platelets from his blood to already clog the injury. The amount of blood in his knife was more than enough needed to kill someone. The knife, strangely, did not drop even though it was freshly plunged into an injury. He quietly followed Itazuki, waiting to see the victim.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 7:51 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 8:00 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 8:10 pm
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Reality tells XXXA different kind of tale XXXXXXEverybody tries to win XXXXXXXXXXXXBut everyone fails N E V E RXS W E E TXXN E V E RXE N D I N G
"What the ********?" Saneless snarled at the stranger as he was pushed out of range for fighting with his blade itself. "I just want to egt this hit over with, alright, you b*****d?" He snarled, before listening to Itazuki. He did not once smile at the thought of killing. It was something that was enjoyable, yes, but he refused to allow himself to have a good time amongst.... assholes like this.
"You, Major a*****e." He pointed at Tysulir with his dagger. "Don't be pulling s**t again, you hear? I just want to get my hit, get my cash, and go." He rolled his one silver eye before looking up at Itazuki run off. Grumbling a few curse words about the man, he looked back at the suspicious one. He was obviously freaking out over nothing. Typical of the normal people. He snarled in disgust at the sight of the man before turning and beginning a very fast sprint towards the tower. Guarded? Nothing was guarded against his blood.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 8:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 9:33 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 9:50 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 11:42 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 12:35 pm
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Reality tells XXXA different kind of tale XXXXXXEverybody tries to win XXXXXXXXXXXXBut everyone fails N E V E RXS W E E TXXN E V E RXE N D I N G
The young assassin was already on his way to the castle. Being small and, despite his frightening looks, cute, he could easily pass off as a rather odd servant boy. He cleaned off his blood-holding dagger so it looked perfectly clean. He slipped the dagger back in its sheath, willing the blood within the hollow dagger to remain inside, hidden by all who didn't know better. There he started to scale the walls. He needed no fancy claws. As his hands bled from the sharp stones, his blood helped him stick.
As he continued to climb, he glanced at a window in which Itazuki was speaking with some guard. He rolled his one silver eye. Talking to people was no use. Just kill and move on. He circled the castle, seeking the window that would take him to the lord's chambers. While that idiot of a guard was busy talking, he would perform his assassination his way. He unsheathed his dagger as he finally allowed the held blood to spill out, onto his chest and neck and staying there until he figured out a window. It didn't have to be open, for the cracks in a window was enough for him to commit his fatal deed.
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