Hey guys! This is a great rp site that is in need of some new members.
It takes place after The four Kings and Queens of old have left Narnia for the second time, and Aslan has announced that only King Edmund and Queen Lucy will be returning. Susan misses King Caspian so much, that she defies the word of the Great Lion and enters Narnia again to find her lover. King Peter, King Edmund, and Queen Lucy followed her there to bring her back. Aslan had disappeared when Susan had come into the lands, and one night so did Queen Lucy. Lion tracks lay beside hers, before both sets of footprints seemed to vanish. A suspicion is arising that the Great Lion has taken the Queen, and rumors are floating around the Castle. And what's worse, the son of Miraz is back. He is still young, but wishes and dreams of nothing more than avenging his father's death.
Canons taken King Peter King Caspian Queen Susan
Aslan and Lucy cannot be roleplayed due to the plot, but any other Canon is still open at the moment!
Re: baby, I'm just soggy from the chemo //x\\ Twof « Result #2 on Apr 27, 2008, 10:14am »
TwoFace rolled his eyes as Talon proceeded to explain some shit about emos. Laughing sharply, he held up a hand for silence. “Talon, really. Do you think I give a fuck?” his voice was light though, and he didn’t really mean it. But Talon wouldn’t take it that TwoFace cared, would he? Making Talon the exception to his spiteful ways wasn’t the best way to go about things…Others might think he was weak, and probe exceptions out of him themselves. ‘The more power you gain, the more ways people find to control you…’ he thought, reminding himself of a passage in a book he read.
Over the years there has been a huge demand for new bands to fulfill the needs of new and growing teenagers. Every teenager has a varying taste in rock and metal music and they all come together to rock out during a concert or gig. With a huge demand for new bands there has been five brand new bands created: Envy, The Party Scene, Jades Children, Heartcore and Conspiracy Tales. These are the new bands that hope to become hugely popular and rock out some party. From these new bands The Flames Tour was created and each band has the chance to show the fans what they are made of. Each band also has their famous beautiful dancers and stylists and they have the aid of their strict but loveable managers.
However, although these bands may seem like the saviour for modern rock music, there is huge rivalry bewteen these bands as each thinks they are better than the other and they tend to argue and fight alot. Even if good relationships, love and friends are made between bands there will always still be the rivalry between them to reach the top spot in the rock charts. Join the parties in the many clubs and bars, hang out in the city, go backstage or perform or practice onstage. Claim any song you want for your band. Stay the night in Maxwell Hote, join the beach parties, go to the movies or have a fun day out with your friends at the skating rink and let's hope you don't end up in Northend General Hospital too often. Have fun in the OOC place. Make suggestions, play games, get help with muse, chat about anything and everything and advertise your own site.
When're you gonna give it up? You're giving me such a rush Come on, Holly Would you turn me on?
You are the taste of something sweet And I'm tangled in the sheets You left a small track down my back So chain me up, I'm in too deep Too much of you is never enough
Re: my winning streak, is missing you {{Graffiti « Result #4 on Apr 25, 2008, 6:55am »
Graffiti sighed as Emerald took his hand, but he relaxed his arm and felt her thumb soothing his rough hand with a touch of reluctance. He didn’t really have anything to say to her, so he cocked his head towards Holly slightly, still smiling. “The northerners are getting pretty aggressive on the Kings/Marine boarder, aren’t they?” his smile turned to a smirk of contempt. He knew he was dancing on egg shells, talking about opposing tribe’s matters in the presence of two girls from said opposing tribes, but he knew that they trusted him more than the average Jo. “You know, if you ever feel under pressure you could stay here a while,” he added, a tone of hopefulness in his voice. It was seeded hopefulness though, he didn’t mean it. It was all just part of one of his crazy plans.
Crossing his leg over, he brushed his foot against Emerald’s leg in a suggestive manner, pausing from talking to take a hungry drag on the cigarette. Blue eyes half hooded, he watched the flicker of people passing the gap in the fence, wondering if they knew the dramatic underworld of their city. He kind of hoped they didn’t, least they feel pity. Graffiti hated it when people looked at him like they knew how awful his life was. But it was a disjointed knowingness. They would sigh and coo and complain to their friends how awful it was that he and his ‘kind’ was stuck on the street, yet they were so content with their comfortable lives that they couldn’t be bothered to get off their arses and help the starving kids. Graffiti counted this as a blessing, however, because he was an independent bugger and he didn’t want help from anyone.
Humming tunelessly, he ran his tongue across his teeth, tasting stale tar and built up plaque. The street kids definitely had the worst teeth in Brighton. “You oughta be careful who gets in you, Holz,” he smirked, “The Southerners are always banging each other’s asses. They’ve all got STDs coming out their ear holes.” Grinning cheekily, he finished off his cigarette and flicked it away, watching it roll - still lit - to the edge of the platform and falling down onto the disused, over grown tracks.
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Thiasa: Original Medieval/Tribal Fantasy RP « Result #5 on Apr 14, 2008, 9:09pm »
Knights and Barbarians, Shamans and Soldiers, Warriors and Priests, Ladies and Whores...
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The Baskar call the pale-faced strangers interlopers. They call themselves Thiasans. And they're out to crush the so-called barbarian opposition once and for all in what promises to be a long and bloody war. Barbarians? Just because their warlords marry their own sisters and they worship the sun as a God? The Baskar hardly think so. No, it's the Thiasans who must be conquered, with their castles and manor-houses, their arrogant King and brutal soldiers... their cannons and iron swords...
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always a [[hero]] comes home .X. « Result #8 on Apr 12, 2008, 7:24pm »
Birth Name: Rebecca Jodie Hawkins Street Name: Wolf Age: 16 Gender: Female Gang: Westerners
Looks: Wolf is one of those people who catches your eye, even in the middle of a crowd. She is tall and slightly built, but lithe and agile; she can easily outrun someone her own age, sometimes older, and usually matches the speed of most boys her age too. She has long, red-brown hair which has one blonde streak at the front, though how it got there no-one really knows. Her eyes are what earned her her nickname, though; they are a tawny gold, known to darken to hazel when sad or angry.
Wardrobe-wise, Wolf isn't one for glamour. She usually goes with a simple white top, a pair of ripped, tattered jeans and a pair of converses. One thing she treasures, however, is the necklace she refuses to take off, the one that her mother gave her on her 15th birthday before she ran away. It has a silver chain and attached to it is a tiny, steel, howling wolf, another origin of her nickname. She is sometimes also seen wearing a brown, leather dog's collar underneath it, complete with medallion which is inscripted with "Wolf".
Another thing that couldn't be missed about Wolf is the mongrel that always follows her around, a wolfhound mix who goes by the name Shadow.
Personality: Wolf is a many-sided being, one whose personality will change in the blink of an eye. One minute she will be playful, loving and caring, the next she'll be as wild as an angry wolf, at which time you should watch out - as she and Shadow are closer than they may seem, and being mostly wolfhound Shadow can be a formidable adversary - and Wolf's agility is also a great asset.
However she also has her fears and concerns, and when she is truly afraid she becomes nothing more than a shaking, timid wreck and tends to stay out of the way of others.
She is also incredibly defensive, defending fiercly not only her pride and Shadow, but also those she considers her friends; she is extremely loyal and will not leave your side if you are in need.
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Background: ... it's optional, right? O.O If not I'll fix it later. Image[s]:
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Re: ++Broken wings and shattered dreams++ « Result #9 on Apr 12, 2008, 10:00am »
heaven's not enough, if when I'm there I don't remember you ...
There was nothing about the cool, dark silence of the night to suggest the presence of the teen; barely a sound came from him save the slight rustle of his clothing as he let his feet carry him in any direction they fancied, and even his heavy army boots were quiet against the hard concrete pavement. He felt like having a little adventure, having spent most of the day skulking around the Southerner's territory. If he came across a rival gang, he wouldn't have given a shit; they didn't scare him, even if he couldn't punch them one like they could to him. Talon was pretty tall and skinny for his age, and what most referred to as an "emo" or a "goth"; his sapphire eyes were ringed with dark eyeliner, giving them a hollow, empty look but geatly emphasising the electric blue irises; however you could barely see them anyway as his long black hair covered the left of his face completely (as well as most of the right side too). Even in this chill, he wore nothing but a black, sleeveless T-shirt and faded skinny-jeans of the same dark shade. He wasn't particularly quick on his feet either, and was prone to being surprised suddenly, especially with Graffiti. God, that guy was ... well, he didn't mind Graffiti, but he had been tricked so many times by him that his patience was wearing thin with the Outsider, even if he lead the "gang" that he had the most patience with; the Outsiders had their disagreements with the others, especially the Northerners, but then again so did he. He usually found himself to be able to get along on bearable terms with most of them, some even more than his own gang.
Talking of the Southerners, the dying screech of the train made him flinch in surprise as he finally decided to get his bearings. Damn, look where thinking about the Outsiders makes you end up, he thought with a grin as he carried on into the deeper bowels of the Train Station, his pale blue eyes sweeping the darkness until he managed to pick out a shadowed figure crouched in the darkness. Curious, he made his way over and slid down next to the boy, letting his blue eyes roam the boy's phisique; he could tell the kid was younger than him, but he was unsure of how much, and he looked starved, tired and just completely miserable. Though he didn't like to admit it, there was a soft side to Talon, and he found it in his heart to slip his hand down the back of his trousers and drop a slightly squished sandwich into the boy's lap.
"You alright?" he asked gently, his voice for once quiet and reassuring rather than the rough bark that it usually was.
heaven does enough, you think you've found it, then it loses you ...
++Broken wings and shattered dreams++ « Result #10 on Apr 10, 2008, 5:50am »
+Shattered hopes and dreams+
An engine roared as it slowed under the shade of a large arched roof-like cover. Obviously built specifically to protect it from the elements. The side of the train and it's cargo were covered from wheels to hood in graffiti, of words, drawings, and statements. Engineer leaping from the engine doorway, the train gave one last sleepy tweet before cooling to a soft hum, and quieting altogether. The man removed his cap, wiping his brow with a hand before retiring for the night. Dark silence fell over the concrete platform; a light overhead buzzed with it's last breath of energy. The sky above shown with dazzling stars hidden behind damp clouds and tall buildings, moonlight seeping through a black haze. The night was dreary, and weighed with remorse and swallowed by an odd fierceness the city often held. Scathed walls and dirty windows rose above the wet streets, Imposing and unstable seeming on a late night stroll.
+Take hope in mindless things+
Emerald eyes stared blankly from a cleft in between the train station storage rooms; located close to the main platform. Brunette bangs feathered a young face with pale skin, hanging half-way to the shoulders and laying straight on his neck. The shadows played across his face as he figited in response to his cramping legs. His brother had gone to do something, which he hadn't specified, and had said he'd be back soon. This teenager, thinking 'soon' to be in 10 minutes, was made to wait more like 30 and still no sign of the other. Dark lines had developed under his bright eyes with the fatigue that burned in his head. Him and his brother had caught the train run up afew days before, but lacked the money to buy much food, nor did they have anywhere to sleep but the bare street. Either way, Irja, that being his name, did not look in the best condition.
+Whistles scream into the night+
As the train returned to it's post at the pale platform, the boy jumped with the shrill call of the train. Scurrying further into shadow, he crouched watching it with deep dread. Running from home with Ryuu had brought him great remorse, and he had not found the reason why his brother had wanted to escape so badly. If anything being here was worse. Irja's stomach growled and grumbled all day, and finding a place to sleep was like getting sweets back home with papa. France was behind them now, but he wished he could just step back into it, into home. His worry was brought by the thought of Papa finding them, or if he was not allowed to be there. Having such a cautious and unrushable personality did not fit with Ryuu's, nor with the decision he was forced to make to stay with him. Wrapping his own arms around his body he leaned against the wall, the fright of the train gone after only the engineer emerged. The cold air pressed against him, forcing him to huddle with his knees to his chest to stay warm.
+Of slowing trains that bring new fright+
OOC: This is for Talon. c: And it doesn't have to be this long Prongz. XD I just had a random spur of muse. I won't be offended at all if you want to do shorter posts, rather happier since my muse is still recovering from it's long dormant sleep.
it was a [[lie]] when they [[smiled]] and said "you won't feel a thing" xXx
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Re: [Running out of places to hide from me][Talon] « Result #15 on Apr 7, 2008, 11:14am »
Talon had to admit, he certainly didn't see coming what happened next. He felt his back hit the wall with a horrible thud as Graffiti pushed him up against it, dropping the sandwiches in surprise as the knuckledusters grazed his neck, his blue eyes wide half with fear, half with surprise. He then went through a visible mixture of different emotions before settling on outright fury, his pale skin burning red.
"What the fuck do you think you're fucking doing, shitface?!" he hissed, still slightly winded from Graffiti's sudden attack. "If someone sees us, I'm gonna fucking kill you, you stupid son of a - " Talon tried to wriggle free of Graffiti's grip, but he was held firm and he'd already eaten some of the sandwiches he'd got. The remaining ones he'd dropped, so unless Graffiti wanted empty wrappers he had nothing left to give him. He stayed silent for a moment, which proved to be a difficult task, but he didn't want to risk getting into any deeper shit with the older teen, especially with those knuckle-dusters of his.
He wondered how long it would be until Graffiti decided to let him go; being squished up against a wall was definitely not the most comfortable of positions. What more did he want? Cash? He didn't have any of that. His MCR CD? Nah, he didn't reckon Graffiti would be into them. He had a horrible feeling that he would be knocked out once Graffiti was finished with him, and it sent a shiver of fear down the teen's spine; it certainly was likely, Graffiti being at least two years older and at least three times as strong as he was. Why the fuck is it always me that has to get into this shit? he wondered irritably, then answered himself; For my own good. Well, it didn't seem to good right now. He just hoped Graffiti would have some sense and let him go before they were caught.
Re: i tear my heart open {{ Sawyer « Result #16 on Apr 7, 2008, 8:53am »
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[b]Image:[/b] [img]http://i27.tinypic.com/20iaqo7.png[/img] [b]Name:[/b] Graffiti [b]Age:[/b] 17 [b]Relationship:[/b] Average friends ||You're here 'til the end Rivalry ||You could write a million letters everyday confessing to me [b]History:[/b] Graffiti knows his way around Brighton, and as he has no Gang that restricts him to just one set of friends, he gets to know the inhabitants of the streets too. Sawyer appeals to Graffiti for some reason, and he has nothing against the guy. Graffiti made it a point to make friends with him, as it's easier to weed out Gang gossip out of people that trust you. [b]Quote on Sawyer:[/b] "Sawyer's an okay guy. He's useful for finding out Eastern gossip. I need that gossip badly. If Northerners are still focusing on the New Pier, they won't be thinking about the train station, right? I try and be as friendly to Sawyer as possible, and he doesn't suspect I'm just using him for information...yet."
« Last Edit: Apr 7, 2008, 8:53am by [Graffiti//] »
Re: [Running out of places to hide from me][Talon] « Result #17 on Apr 7, 2008, 8:18am »
Graffiti had restrained himself from tearing into the food whilst he waited for Talon. Instead, his idea grew into a plan, and he tensed himself up to execute said plan. Placing his stolen food down beside himself, his whole body tensed up as he waited for the younger boy to re-appear. Whilst he waited, he wondered if what he was going to do was right. He bent one knee up and rested his arm on it, looking casual. In fact, he was going to use the bent leg to push off from. It’d take less time that way. Slipping his hand slowly into his pocket, he threaded his fingers through a pair of metal knuckle dusters. They were cold against his hot skin, adrenaline filled blood pulsing in his veins. He knew that he would have to do this as quickly as possible - he had the element of surprise - or the adrenaline would wear off and make it harder.
Talon skidded round the corner, and Graffiti tensed up even more, his neck stiff and his eyes unnaturally wide. He was an animal - a hunter waiting to pounce on its prey. Pushing off with his cocked leg, he straddled Talon and lashed out with an arm, pushing his chest against the wall. “Hand it over,” his voice was harsh and commanding, and a thin smirk grew on his face as he poised his hitting hand ready to strike. The metal knuckle dusters glinted with moisture, and his eyes narrowed menacingly. “Come on! I haven’t got all day, dick head,” he snapped, glancing around nervously. People would notice the confrontation before long, and he wanted to be out of here soon as possible if he had to knock out the kid.
He felt kind of bad for Talon, but they weren’t exactly friends, and Graffiti’s instincts told him this was the right thing to do. There were plenty of Outsiders he felt he owed some support to. They were young and inexperienced, and most had only been away from home for a few months. Graffiti wanted to look after his ‘pack’ and that meant fighting with the enemy. He’d only helped Talon because he knew that he could easily over power him - unless he decided to produce a gun or suddenly reveal he was a black belt in karate - and take his food. It was just the game they played. Hit or get hit.
Re: You're Giving Me Such A Rush. Holly. « Result #19 on Apr 6, 2008, 1:35pm »
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Name: Sawyer Avatar: [IMG]http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r298/venomvoice/untitled-5.jpg[/IMG] Relationship: [Good Friends]- Having Fun Together, It's a Laugh [You Think Im Cute]-I Noticed Your Eyes are Always Glued to me Why: They've met a few times, and they got on okay seeing as there in different tribes. Maybe it was physical attraction, but they shouldn't really be as good friends as they are. What You Think of Holly: Shes adorable, and I suppose she's hot, compared to other girls here so far that is, we're on good terms, for opposite gangs, she's alright. What I Think of You:[/center][/color]
Re: i tear my heart open {{ Sawyer « Result #20 on Apr 6, 2008, 1:18pm »
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[b]Image [if any]:[/b] [url]http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f175/amys_graphics/av-1.jpg[/url] [b]Name:[/b] Angel [b]Age:[/b] 17 [b]Relationship:[/b] Good friends ||You're a true friend Flirt ||'Cause you wrote my name across your hand [b]History:[/b] They have met a few times here and there and about everywhere and they hang out sometimes, despite from being from different gangs. [s]Holly[/s] Angel thinks he's really cute and she never misses the chance to try her best to flirt with him, even if she doesn't get the message across half the time. [b]Quote on Sawyer:[/b] [i]"Sawyer's a real cutie and I guess he's a genuinely nice person, to me anyway- most of the time."[/i]
When're you gonna give it up? You're giving me such a rush Come on, Holly Would you turn me on?
You are the taste of something sweet And I'm tangled in the sheets You left a small track down my back So chain me up, I'm in too deep Too much of you is never enough
i tear my heart open {{ Sawyer « Result #21 on Apr 6, 2008, 1:03pm »
S A W Y E R
Best Friends ||You know the secrets I could never tell Partners In Crime ||And when I'm quiet you break through my shell Close Friends ||Don't feel the need to do a rebel yell Friends with benefits ||'Cause you keep my feet on the ground Good friends ||You're a true friend Average friends ||You're here 'til the end Acquaintances ||You pull me aside
Hate ||You could call me six times but still I won't pick up the phone Strong Dislike ||You could spend all your money on me Dislike ||but still I'll say no entering Rivalry ||You could write a million letters everyday confessing to me Annoyance ||That I am the girl of your dreams Jealousy ||But nobody ever asked me
Flirt ||'Cause you wrote my name across your hand Ex on Good Terms ||When I freak you understand Ex on Bad Terms ||There is not a thing you miss Crush On Sawyer ||And I could get used to this Current ||I'm feeling it comin' over me Fling ||With you it all comes naturally Crush On You ||Lost the reflex to resist Future ||And I could get used to this
strike through means ask me first.
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it was a [[lie]] when they [[smiled]] and said "you won't feel a thing" xXx
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Re: x.Ocean and Atlantic.x.Graffiti.x « Result #22 on Apr 6, 2008, 10:09am »
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[b]Avatar:[/b] [img]http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p21/demonata_graphix/talonavatar.png[/img] [b]Name:[/b] Talon [b]Relationship:[/b] Cause the hero dies in this scene[//Annoyance] I wish you could have seen us[//See around] [b]What they say about Graffiti:[/b] [i]"Well, I don't see him that much, but we have our occasional meetings and they don't go too bad, even if he can be a stupid bastard at times ... "[/i] [b]What Graffiti says about them:[/b] [i]“…”[/i]
« Last Edit: Apr 6, 2008, 10:11am by // [Talon] ♥ »
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Re: baby, I'm just soggy from the chemo //x\\ Twof « Result #23 on Apr 6, 2008, 9:59am »
As Talon watched Twoface remove the headphones, he suddenly felt a strange sense of wellbeing wash over him, as though all the previous worries had been flushed out of him. However they weren't replaced by inexplicable happiness as most people would assume, Hell no. It was more of a "bring it on" feeling, like when you were high on drugs or alcohol - it was a rare feeling for Talon, but not unheard of, and he decided to play it to his strengths as TwoFace sent the first jibe at him.
"Well, we 'emos' all have our own methods," he replied casually, "and besides, I'm out of cash so I can't afford a razor and this way is is much less messy, don't you reckon?" Despite flashing the older teen a confident grin, he himself was slightly unsure of himself. Was this him speaking? He should have been yelling a shitload of swears at him by now. Ah well, at least it might throw the other off course slightly; a lot of people had come to expect a violent reaction from Talon by now, especially the Southerners.
Casting his gaze out at the disappearing sun, he switched on the iPod again, letting it play the rest of "Welcome to the Black Parade" and giving him a chance to take his mind off TwoFace for a few minutes, before he felt the pale green eyes on him again and switched it off, putting it in his jeans pocket and hearing TwoFace talk about the "straight and narrows" locking up so the "filthy street kids couldn't get in", and which point he laughed slightly.
"Dirty street kids, hmm? You know that applies to both of us. Besides, I bet you used to be a spitting image of one of those - what did you call them? - 'straight and narrows'. I mean, let's face it - we all were once." He grinned again, watching the darkening sky as a crescent moon slowly faded into view, before he heard TwoFace speak again.
"Well, I've heard rumours," he said sarcastically. He was on a roll this evening, for shit's sake, and he wasn't going to let TwoFace's jibes anger him like they usually would. Must've been the fact that it was dark; he always seemed to be able to control his temper better at night. "And you're TwoFace, right?" he queried, knowing it was a rhetorical question but also reckoning that TwoFace was the kind of guy that would come up with a 'witty' answer nonetheless.
As TwoFace brushed his hair aside to inspect his piercings, Talon shivered again, not expecting the light touch of the other teen. But when yet another jibe came his way, he felt his patience begin to ebb slightly as he brushed TwoFace's hand aside. "Bravery has nothing to do with it," he muttered, "unless you think dares require bravery, that is," he added casually. He was just hoping TwoFace would leave off him for a while now, otherwise his temper would begin to run very thin and he would be, as usual, a laughing stock. He didn't want to keep his hopes up, though.
Re: baby, I'm just soggy from the chemo //x\\ Twof « Result #24 on Apr 6, 2008, 7:44am »
His lips were quirked into a sly smirk, and he glanced sideways at Talon, who was as flushed as a blood orange. Tipping his head to one side, he pushed his old school headphones down round his neck - they were just for show, they weren’t plugged in to anything - and his smirk widened. “I’d heard you were a bit of an emo kid, but scratching? That’s the lowest form of self harm. Shame I don’t give a fuck how depressed you are,” his smirk widened into a grin. Running a hand through the cyan part of his hair, he pushed it back over his right eye. Crossing his legs, his face contorted momentarily as his crotch got squished, and he slid his lower leg along his knee till his ankle was comfortably resting there.
He paid little attention to Talon for a full five minuets, watching as the sun finally disappeared below the undulating horizon. Street lights flickered on, and there was a considerable shift in the atmosphere of the place. It was no longer a romantic sunset, but a dangerous, tense feeling would no doubt creep over the more cautious of citizens as the sounds of Southerners creeping out of their daytime hideaways came to his ears. Tipping back his head, he sighed and studied the first few stars that had faded in dimly after the sun had made its exit. “The straight and narrows will be locking up for the night. Don’t want those dirty street kids getting in now, do they?” his voice was sarcastic, slightly patronizing. He knew Talon was younger than him, but hell, he didn’t care by how much.
Yawning, he scratched his crotch without even batting a lid, and then hooked his arms round the back of the bench. The hand closest to Talon was almost too close for comfort, but TwoFace didn’t really care. He could put his hands wherever he bloody wanted. “You’re Talon,” it was a blatant statement instead of a question, and he turned his pale green gaze on the kid. A flash of gold beneath the boy’s coarse black hair caught his eye, and he reached out and brushed the hair away to reveal three gold rings. Tutting, TwoFace rolled his eyes and put both his feet flat on the floor again. “Gold cartilage piercings? Well aren’t you brave,” he laughed slightly, his voice still in the same patronizing tone. Winding up this kid was hilarious.
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