Living The Life [Open]

[Reito Mimura]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475,true] [atrb=height,380,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #000000; border-top-left-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-topleft:4em; height: 350px; width: 125px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-left: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317]

[atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive Well, this was certainly a rather average day for the rather average young boy. Reito paced down the streets of the shopping district, clad in a plain black shirt that hung loosely upon his body, matching his equally black hair. Following that was a pair of cream-coloured pants, fitting upon his legs and showing only the smallest of excess bags. His simple black-white sneakers made soft taps against the concrete sidewalk, his hazel brown eyes taking in the sights the vicinity had to offer. It was crowded, to say the least, with housewives and groups of teenagers roaming around the area, doing their own style of shopping. What was Reito doing here? Well, simple, really. He had ran out of resources to feed his nicotine addiction, and he sought to resolve the situation before it got out of hand. And there truly was just one way to do so. Of course, he could have bought it at any road-side stalls, like the ones near his home, but no. For the 19-year-old, nothing hit home better than a particular brand of cigarettes. And one of the shops here was the closest, and also the cheapest, access to it. It was not too far off, really. Just a few more stores down and he would be there. In the meantime, Reito was welcomed to enjoy the scenery within his surroundings. People were enjoying themselves, that much he could see, and softly, Reito smiled to himself. Serenity. Calm. He was still unaware, of course. Clueless to the underground occasions and dealings that occurred within these streets. The mafias, the gangs, the unknown Dying Will Flame. He was but a college student. Nothing more. He raised his head, looking up at the sky. He was having a thesis due in five days, and he was mostly done with it. Allowing himself to indulge in the project itself, he wondered if there was anything he missed out. Unfortunately, it would prove to be the bane of his average day, for in his trance of deep thought, he found himself bumping shoulders with another individual. Snapping awake, Reito stopped in his tracks, turning his head to face the victim of contact, allowing a quick apologetic smile to adorn his face. "Ah, sorry. I wasn't looking." you can't break the broken, TAGGED: n/a NOTES: n/a made by FLOU of OTE. song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES.

[VALDUS ALCANDOR]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb= width, 400px, true][atrb= style, padding: 15px; background: url('http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z435/CyanideCandie/Other/background03.png');][STYLE= text-align: center; padding: 9px; background: #FFFFFF; float: right; border: #FF8585 5px solid; margin-top: 10px;"] [/style] [STYLE= width: 380px; font-family: lucida sans; color: #FFFFFF; font-size:16px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px; text-shadow: #FFFF99 2px 0px 2px;"]★ DID YOU SAIL ACROSS THE SUN[/style][STYLE= text-align: center; padding: 05px; background: #FFFFFF; font-family: lucida sans; font-size: 10px; color: #2E2E2E; border-bottom: #FF8585 3px solid; border-top: #FF8585 3px solid; border-left: #5CD6D6 3px solid; height: 85px; overflow: auto;]DID YOU MAKE IT TO THE MILKY WAY TO SEE THE LIGHTS ALL FADED, AND THAT HEAVEN IS OVERRATED? TELL ME, DID YOU FALL FOR A SHOOTING STAR? ONE WITHOUT A PERMANENT SCAR, AND DID YOU MISS ME WHILE YOU WERE LOOKING FOR YOURSELF OUT THERE? [/style] [STYLE= text-align: justify; padding: 10px; background: #FFFFFF; font-family: lucida sans; font-size: 10px; color: #2E2E2E; border-top: #FF8585 3px solid; border-bottom: #FF8585 3px solid; border-right: #5CD6D6 3px solid; border-left: #5CD6D6 3px solid; height: 250px; overflow: auto;]Such a beautiful world ruined by the stinking pest that is mankind. Valdus was the type who would never think twice to insult his own race. Yes, people were an infection. A disease with no known cure. A virus no less, that slowly eats away at the beautiful natural environment earth had provided without fail. What happens when all the resources run out, then? The albino male had spent much of his day pondering that one question, its words rearranging and running through his mind over and over again unstoppably as he made his way through the shopping district. His pantry at home was void of any sweets at the moment, and Valdus had left home that morning with the thought of restocking it in his mind. There was uselessly loud chatter happening all around the albino male. Behind him, a woman and her daughter out to buy a cake for the father's fortieth birthday. To his left, a group of high school girls with nothing better to do but scour accessories and makeup stores all day. To his right, a shopkeeper slacking off from cleaning duty with a cigarette in his hand-- 'Cigarettes…' Valdus frowned disapprovingly, his short fuse nearly meeting its end as he angrily shoved the man to the side, forcing the latter to drop his smoking cancer stick. A quick string of curse words flowed out of the other's mouth shortly after, but Valdus was gone by then, striding past crowds of onlookers and wandering back into his restless pondering. It didn't take the young teen to realize how much he hated this place. How much he hated Namimori and being away from his home in Athens-- if you could, of course, call an alleyway your 'home' in the first place. Valdus should be grateful, really. It's not everyday that a child with no connections and no weight to his name gets picked off the streets to receive 'proper education'. The male wasn't sure if that was even legal. The woman responsible for shipping him all the way to Japan didn't show her face once after his arrival, and Valdus wondered for some time if he was truly alone. Why did she do what she did? Why is he here? Surely his purpose in Namimori was not to simply receive an education. Valdus' thoughts led him nowhere, and as he continued to sulkily stalk the streets he found his patience and temper dwindling. Dangerously in fact. All it took was a single bump in the shoulder. Valdus stopped in his tracks, eyes now wide and feral with pupils but small dots surrounded by masses of white. His head turned slightly to the left, glaring at the stranger from the side coldly. The black-haired male had uttered an apology, but such apology went unnoticed by Valdus, whose normally emotionless lips were now replaced by a soft, near eerie smile, "You just bumped into me, right?" The white-haired exchange student spoke, his voice but a low growl, "You know bumping into a person on the street can count as assault, right?" His voice grew in volume, "So it's okay for me to think of this as an assault, right?" The albino snapped, "Meaning hitting you would be justified self-defense, right?!" Said white haired male's mind was but a blank slate now. With vision blinded by irrational rage Valdus' forearm lashed out at the stranger with ruthless strength, a crowd and clamor forming around him as he did so.[/style] [STYLE= text-align: center; padding: 05px; background: #FFFFFF; font-family: lucida sans; font-size: 10px; color: #2E2E2E; border-bottom: #FF8585 3px solid; border-top: #FF8585 3px solid; border-left: #5CD6D6 3px solid; border-right: #5CD6D6 3px solid;]WORDS: ### } { TAGS: Reito. NOTES: ohshit. insane troll logic. [/style][STYLE= font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; text-align: center; color: #FFFFFF;]☆ MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ☆[/style]

[Reito Mimura]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475,true] [atrb=height,380,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #000000; border-top-left-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-topleft:4em; height: 350px; width: 125px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-left: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317]

[atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive Wow, who was this? Reito stood fixated upon where he was, his eyes wide and blinking as he stared at the white-haired male. Well, more specifically, he was staring at the boy's white hair. Did the dude perhaps suffer from some kind of birth defect that caused his hair to be as naturally white as it looked then? Or was it dyed? Reito never figured white hair dye to be quite a common thing, nor was it a rather popular trend. If this man was seeking to stand out like a sore thumb in a crowd, then he was definitely doing great at it. Though, the man's voice would snap Reito's attention back to him in general, their eyes locking. That smile. Great. Someone who just couldn't take a hit without walking away. Ego. Pride. Reito knew it all. "You just bumped into me, right?" And he mentally sighed, knowing full well that his apology would matter not. He had been around these streets long enough to know the kind of people that were around. He may look different, but that was by far the only difference Reito noticed compared to your occasional street gangster. "You know bumping into a person on the street can count as assault, right? So it's okay for me to think of this as an assault, right?" Talking to him was of no point, Reito knew, so all he did was shrug and shrug, answering both questions. He already knew how this was going to turn out, but was he unprepared? No. Reito was a quick-learner. A prodigy, his teachers always called him. Despite his family background, the boy was said to be destined for greatness. Guess that was why he smoked so much. The stress of the expectations simply was not a light burden to carry. But back to the point, Reito had picked up a thing or two about fighting, mostly for self-defense, in his time. He was no black belt, but he could handle himself well enough, with what he had learned. "Meaning hitting you would be justified self-defense, right?!" There. Reito saw it. A right forearm, snapping inwards. Simple. One-dimensional. All the brawn behind it but not a single trace of brain. Reito knew how to get through this easy enough. He stepped back with his right foot, bending both knees and leaning back, allowing the fist to slide by in front of him. From there, he would stagger backwards, quick steps to recreate a safe distance between them. If allowed, then, Reito would tilt his head, pouting. "Oi, oi. Is this really necessary?" you can't break the broken, TAGGED: valdus alcandor NOTES: xDDD u troll made by FLOU of OTE. song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES.

[VALDUS ALCANDOR]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb= width, 400px, true][atrb= style, padding: 15px; background: url('http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z435/CyanideCandie/Other/background03.png');][STYLE= text-align: center; padding: 9px; background: #FFFFFF; float: right; border: #FF8585 5px solid; margin-top: 10px;"] [/style] [STYLE= width: 380px; font-family: lucida sans; color: #FFFFFF; font-size:16px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px; text-shadow: #FFFF99 2px 0px 2px;"]★ DID YOU SAIL ACROSS THE SUN[/style][STYLE= text-align: center; padding: 05px; background: #FFFFFF; font-family: lucida sans; font-size: 10px; color: #2E2E2E; border-bottom: #FF8585 3px solid; border-top: #FF8585 3px solid; border-left: #5CD6D6 3px solid; height: 85px; overflow: auto;]DID YOU MAKE IT TO THE MILKY WAY TO SEE THE LIGHTS ALL FADED, AND THAT HEAVEN IS OVERRATED? TELL ME, DID YOU FALL FOR A SHOOTING STAR? ONE WITHOUT A PERMANENT SCAR, AND DID YOU MISS ME WHILE YOU WERE LOOKING FOR YOURSELF OUT THERE? [/style] [STYLE= text-align: justify; padding: 10px; background: #FFFFFF; font-family: lucida sans; font-size: 10px; color: #2E2E2E; border-top: #FF8585 3px solid; border-bottom: #FF8585 3px solid; border-right: #5CD6D6 3px solid; border-left: #5CD6D6 3px solid; height: 250px; overflow: auto;]The stranger was nimble, Valdus would give him that-- but it doesn't change the fact that he was still a pestilent pest. Something like a flying cockroach. Fast, but a nuisance nonetheless. Quickly, Valdus forearm retracted back to his side, the glare still on his features. "Oi, oi. Is this really necessary?" "Hmph," Valdus looked to the side, glaring at spectators in the crowd that formed when he attempted to punch the raven-haired male. Hushed whispers circulated all around him, and the albino male felt the need to give the 'evil eye' to everyone in the crowd then and there. He found the amount of attention unsettling, to say the least, "What are you looking at?!" He growled, bark seemingly worse than his bite as he did so. Slowly but surely people began to trickle away from the scene, their eyes never leaving Valdus and his undoubtedly 'special' white hair. The clamor had died down then, leaving a few curious bystanders who had the guts to stay. The albino male quickly brushed their existence aside, turning back to the person he bumped into, common death glare still present on his face. "Everything I do is necessary. To keep the peace." Valdus mumbled, running a hand over the left side of his face-- where his jagged scar was. His pale complexion made his scar the most notable thing since his hair, and the albino male just wished he could look less… abnormal, for once. Tilting his chin upwards Valdus counted the clouds in the sky, unsure if the stranger he had just attempted to punch the living daylights out of was still standing in from of him. What did people do in situations like these? 'Oh right, say their names or something like that… right?' Valdus thought to himself, his poor social skills shining through in his mind. "Valdus Alcandor. Namimori Middle exchange student." The teenager recited, his voice monotone. He had neglected to ask the other for their name-- as well as how their day was going. Such meaninglessly emotional greetings were unnecessary in Valdus' mind. "… Less than pleased to make your acquaintance, cockroach."[/style] [STYLE= text-align: center; padding: 05px; background: #FFFFFF; font-family: lucida sans; font-size: 10px; color: #2E2E2E; border-bottom: #FF8585 3px solid; border-top: #FF8585 3px solid; border-left: #5CD6D6 3px solid; border-right: #5CD6D6 3px solid;]WORDS: ### } { TAGS: Reito. NOTES: N/A [/style][STYLE= font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; text-align: center; color: #FFFFFF;]☆ MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ☆[/style]

[Reito Mimura]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive Reito's inquiry was side-shrugged, as the white-haired boy simply gave a grunt, before looking away. He raised an eyebrow, and though it was a groundless statement, Reito began to doubt that his personality was not as abnormal as his looks. The man had come here, and by an accident, claimed that Reito was assaulting him. The black-haired male knew enough. He had apologised for it, and thus, proven himself to be lack of intent. By law, if Valdus did hit him with that punch earlier, he was the one in trouble. Anything Reito would be doing would be under the legalisation of self-defense. Reito watched as the albino shouted at the surrounding crowd, and the 19-year-old glanced around as well. Curious bystanders, mostly students, stood by. Mothers ushered their children away, and working men simply frowned and continued on. But the youths, the generation y, stood by, continuing to pay attention to the pair, obviously intrigued by both Valdus and the prospect of a fight occurring here. Reito tilted his head. The boy obviously had a temper, that was for sure. And then, he looked up at the sky, as if ignoring Reito's very existence. Taking this opportunity, the black-haired male glanced over his shoulder, towards the crowd. His destination was not that far off, and really, he just wanted to buy his cigarettes. He wondered if now was a good time to walk away. "Valdus Alcandor. Namimori Middle exchange student." Reito's eyes slowly widened as he glanced back at the albino. What... What was he doing? He blinked, surprised. Did he just introduce himself? What was this, some kind of martial arts anime thing? He understood if some Japanese gangster came along and did it, but upon the boy's appearance, it just looked unbelievably odd. "… Less than pleased to make your acquaintance, cockroach." ... This was pointless. Reito sighed, taking a step back. "Sure. Nice to meet you too. Can I go now?" He inquired, throwing his right hand over his shoulder, his thumb sticking out, a blind gesture to indicate the road behind him. you can't break the broken, TAGGED: valdus alcandor NOTES: n/a made by FLOU of OTE. song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES.

[VALDUS ALCANDOR]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb= width, 400px, true][atrb= style, padding: 15px; background: url('http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z435/CyanideCandie/Other/background03.png');][STYLE= text-align: center; padding: 9px; background: #FFFFFF; float: right; border: #FF8585 5px solid; margin-top: 10px;"] [/style] [STYLE= width: 380px; font-family: lucida sans; color: #FFFFFF; font-size:16px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px; text-shadow: #FFFF99 2px 0px 2px;"]★ DID YOU SAIL ACROSS THE SUN[/style][STYLE= text-align: center; padding: 05px; background: #FFFFFF; font-family: lucida sans; font-size: 10px; color: #2E2E2E; border-bottom: #FF8585 3px solid; border-top: #FF8585 3px solid; border-left: #5CD6D6 3px solid; height: 85px; overflow: auto;]DID YOU MAKE IT TO THE MILKY WAY TO SEE THE LIGHTS ALL FADED, AND THAT HEAVEN IS OVERRATED? TELL ME, DID YOU FALL FOR A SHOOTING STAR? ONE WITHOUT A PERMANENT SCAR, AND DID YOU MISS ME WHILE YOU WERE LOOKING FOR YOURSELF OUT THERE? [/style] [STYLE= text-align: justify; padding: 10px; background: #FFFFFF; font-family: lucida sans; font-size: 10px; color: #2E2E2E; border-top: #FF8585 3px solid; border-bottom: #FF8585 3px solid; border-right: #5CD6D6 3px solid; border-left: #5CD6D6 3px solid; height: 250px; overflow: auto;]"Sure. Nice to meet you too. Can I go now?" Valdus could've sworn a vein popped on his forehead when he heard that. He bit a huge chunk of his own pride off just to introduce himself to the guy, and now he was going to just walk off? Forget about buying cakes or wandering around the shopping district aimlessly, Valdus was going to kick this guy's face in. Said albino male feigned a smile, making a shooing gesture with his hand to let the other go. The older male had a thumb pointed towards the far ends of the shopping district. Where all the convenience stores and punk hangouts are. Rolling his eyes Valdus waited for the other to turn and walk before quietly grabbing a nearby folding chair. It was light, like the cheap kind of chair you see sitting at the edge of swimming pools. Despite its lack of quality and sad condition, Valdus handled wielding it almost expertly as if it were some secret Chinese martial arts style. 'Folding Chair Style,' The albino mused, ignoring the occasional stares he got from bystanders. Seconds later Valdus sent the folding chair flying straight towards the stranger that bumped into him, its light yet dangerous frame hurtling indefinitely towards its target. Suddenly, panic was everywhere. People running around screaming and pointing at the flying chair. The sudden mass confusion made it difficult for people to track Valdus, and the teen leisurely took steps forward to push people away. He was interested in how the other would react. From what he gathered, everyone in Namimori was abnormal-- and everyone had a skeleton or two in their closet. Smirking, Valdus opened his mouth to shout a small warning at the stranger in the most sarcastic way possible, "Heads up." He feigned concern like a rank amateur, pushing more people away to watch the reaction. Well, this day didn't turn out as boring as Valdus had expected it to.[/style] [STYLE= text-align: center; padding: 05px; background: #FFFFFF; font-family: lucida sans; font-size: 10px; color: #2E2E2E; border-bottom: #FF8585 3px solid; border-top: #FF8585 3px solid; border-left: #5CD6D6 3px solid; border-right: #5CD6D6 3px solid;]WORDS: ### } { TAGS: Reito. NOTES: /did not know how to reply, so just threw a chair x.x[/style][STYLE= font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; text-align: center; color: #FFFFFF;]☆ MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ☆[/style]

[Reito Mimura]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475,true] [atrb=height,380,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #000000; border-top-left-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-topleft:4em; height: 350px; width: 125px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-left: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317]

[atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive Ah, rage. What a powerful and volatile emotion. It had its advantages, and disadvantages. Some said that it helped to lighten the restriction that the mind placed upon the physical body, allowing one to surpass their usual limits. Increased strength, speed, reflexes. Though, of course, such a boost of rage would not have come without its disadvantages. It clouded one's mind. Numbed it from thinking. Erasing logic and reasoning. One simply became a walking bag of meat and destruction. And Reito had all the superiority over such individuals with his calm demeanor and quick-thinking. As soon as the gesture came in, Reito simply shrugged and turned his back towards him. Of course, not absent-mindedly, no. He kept his eyes on the audience around him, and his ears sharp for any suspicious sounds that might emerge from behind him. Then, he noticed the fearful and shocked expression upon the face of the girl before him as he walked away from Valdus. And shortly after that, the sound of something being dragged lightly across the ground. Something was happening. Stopping in his tracks, he turned his head to the side, allowing his eyes to roll and try to place Valdus within his peripherals. Instead, however, something else caught his eye. Something that was coming closer. And closer. His eyes widened, his body immediately giving way as he allowed his knees to buckle. His body would drop, as he brought his head forward and as low as possible. His left hand would snap outwards, placing itself upon the ground and catching him as he fell upon it, the black-haired male ending up on one knee as the chair soared over him. And it fell onto the ground in front of him with a loud thud, bouncing off for a few times, before finally coming to a stop. Holy hell, that was close. Reito slowly got back up on his feet, turning to look at Valdus, only to realise that he had disappeared from sight. Well, at least from clear sight. A quick glance around gave him a small glimpse of passing white hair that disappeared into the crowd, and Reito scratched the side of his head. "Well, this is troublesome now, isn't it?" you can't break the broken, TAGGED: valdus alcandor NOTES: n/a made by FLOU of OTE. song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES.