Back in the park... (Modern Fantasy)

[Lá Diávola]

Aye, it is true! La Diavola hath decided to make a roleplay! Ohhh, this should be fun!

First, the rules!

1. No god-moding/modding, no powerplaying, no Mary-Sues or Gary-Stus, please and thank you. Oh, while we're being redundant, no Harry Potters, please. Wait! I have yet more redundancy! Remember, this is modern, every day.
2. OBEY ME! I am the maker of the thread. I am the god of the thread. Tia is also a god here. Obey us both. Fortunately for you we only get extremely tyrannical when angered or extraordinarilly hungry.
3. Read all posts! Within mine and Tia's introductions you will be introduced to the setting!

(short version:
1. Play fair and be literate
2. Don't back-sass Tia or me
3. Read Tia and my posts. It'll help you.)


I don't care how you want to enter your character. Character sheet, sure, or just do an intro. I don' care. Never have. Never will.

[psychosis]

God, did that take a long time. >_>

I'm Tia. Hi. I'm a bit hungry. Please don't RP too badly. D: It would hurt my soul, don't you see?

[Lá Diávola]

God, did that take a long time. >_>

I'm Tia. Hi. I'm a bit hungry. Please don't RP too badly. D: It would hurt my soul, don't you see?






Hmmm, I should make my font nicer.

Anyway, shall we begin?

[psychosis]

Eh, why not? xD
Just gimme a sec to merge my premade Deuce intro with Damian's.

SYNERGY, *****ES, SYNERGY.

[Lá Diávola]

Eh, why not? xD
Just gimme a sec to merge my premade Deuce intro with Damian's.

SYNERGY, *****ES, SYNERGY.




Oh, dear, what dysfunction will she brew up this time? xP

I'll go fetch Twitch-m'dear.

[Lá Diávola]

“Damn,” swore a young British man as he pulled a fancy company-pen from his coat pocket. “Ah, I nicked it from that office-guy at the coffee shop,” he mumbled to himself as he strode near to a park. He was a kleptomaniac; he often stole things of little value. This gave him his nickname, Twitch. He sat on a bench in a large park and sipped his tea. It wasn’t very good, but one couldn’t expect better from a coffee shop. He didn't mind much, though, because it was such a lovely day. It was cool for late July and there were just enough clouds to soften the light of the noon sun.

He wasn’t a very tall lad, about five feet and eleven inches. His face was cleanly shaven and his hair was cut clean and short. The man liked things to be nice and neat. His slacks were worn and his light green short-sleeved collar shirt was a bit baggy on him, but he kept an overall appearance of orderliness. He took off what looked like sunglasses, showing brown eyes with large, dark lashes. The glasses were ‘Transition Lenses’ he had stolen from someone. By the time he realized he should give the glasses back, the man was gone. So, he kept them, even though they were a bit too weak for him.

“Gareth, Gareth,” he muttered to himself with a light accent, “You need to get yourself a better job or you’ll be stealing candy from kids.” The man, Gareth or Twitch (depending on the relationship), massaged his temples and sighed. Selling shoes just wasn’t making enough money, and he couldn’t very well ask his parents for money. They would gladly help him, but they had to deal with his 17-year-old jobless bum of a sister. Then there was his 22-year-old brother ‘of the garden tool variety’. The man let out a chuckle. Yep, his brother was a ‘hoe’.

Then again, Twitch didn’t have a perfect life himself. This week was the week of the full moon, and that meant he’d need to buy some hamburger…

[psychosis]

||ooc||

'Dear'. Haha. Deeeeeeeeeeeeeer.

-needs sleep-

||endooc||

Sunlight sucked.

First of all, the light. People can see[I] in the light.

People occasionally wondered what those gray lumps in his hair were.

Most never even got past the hair, which, Damian had long ago decided, was a rather sneaky tactic.

Second, sun meant sun[I]burns.
Which also sucked.
Creatures of the night were supposed to be pale. Not lobster-red.

Third, a sunny day meant it was a lovely day for children and pregnant women to inhabit the park!

'No, thank you.' the werewolf thought, ears flattening back in annoyance. Damian had already made a list of which children he wanted to dropkick across the park, and which ones he just wanted to eat.

Children. Ew. Whiny pregnant women. Ew. Sunny playgrounds. Ew.

Damian blew a strand of badly-dyed green hair out of his eyes, tail thrashing furiously under his black trenchcoat. The less-than-sane werewolf rolled yellow eyes as another child tripped over his extended, jean-clad leg.

As the child toddled off, Damian looked at the fake Rolex on his wrist out of habit-an old human one. He chuckled as he remembered how people always said the Rolexes sold on those street corners never worked. Which wasn't true. They told time perfect. Just not the right time, was all.

The werewolf leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and started humming. Tunelessly, and loudly. Being hungry was annoying enough for Damian, but being hungry and being bored at the same time? Intolerable. God, how he was craving Mickey D's. Screw humans, homicides were icky and got blood on his clothing. Bleh, thanks, but no. Big Macs, however, were delicious, and yummy, and there was no chance at all of the burger whipping out a can of pepper spray on you.(unless of course it was one of those few, demonic, Big Macs)

Damian continued the humming. God, how he wanted entertainment...

[Lá Diávola]

Twitch soon reached the bottom of his styrofoam-cup of tea. he lifted himself from the bench he sat at and meandered towards the trash. He crushed the cup gently before dropping it into the large, stinking basket. He brushed his hands together, more out of habit than his actually attempting to get something off of his hands.

"I wonder what will happen today," he muttered, running his hand through his hair. "I've been seeing alot of winged men and talking animals lately. It's a miracle children in the town can sleep at night. Thank God I talked to a doctor about that..."

A child stumbled and fell on his leg. "Be careful. Watch out for those tree roots," he said kindly, helping the child up. Catching a possibly snickering mess of a teenager to the side he added quietly, "and delinquients feet.."

[lookingood]

......hard to read.. O_O...soo smal...O_O.....didnt tried....srry :p

[Sceadu]

Six teenagers walked together in a little cluster. A girl lead the way, her Midnight black hair tied back into a high, but loose braid. Her Emerald green eyes stared curiously at the people and buildings. She wore a red sweater and loose black pants. She was 4 feet, and 11 ½ inches tall.

She held the hand of a tall white-blonde man. His long hair was tied up into a topknot. His eyes were blurry; a jagged scar running through both eyes. He wore a long pelt of animal skins, a hood covering most of his head. He was 5 feet, 8 inches tall. He grasped the girl’s pale hand with his tanned one, firmly.

A girl, the older twin of the first, walked behind glaring at everything. A man with white, spikey, and unruly hair did the same. He was 5 feet, 10 inches. He wore a weathered brown shirt of leather, black pants and heavy boots. His scarlet eyes glanced at the second girl.

Another man walked beside her. His bark brown hair lay flat on his head. He stared ahead with Chocolate Brown eyes. He stood 6 foot, 3. He wore a green tunic, brown pants, and black boots.

The final teenager had fire red hair that stood straight up. His clear blue eyes stared at his feet. Clad in a maroon shirt, a slightly darker red pair of pants, and a lumpy jacket. He was hunched over, gloomy.

[Sceadu]

The six teenagers split up.
“Sceadu, where are we going?” the blind man asked, his accent thick and exotic.
“…Just a park…” Sceadu answered. She led him toward said place.

They walked through a small woods in the park. The blind man sniffed the air tentatively. She looked up at him. He grasped her hand tighter. He bit his lip in pain.

“…Moon? …” She asked simply. He whimpered in answer. He slid his hood slowly off his head. Two torn furry ears, full of piercings, were revealed. Golden Runes carved into his neck were exposed next. A blood red snake was wrapped around his left arm, and more golden Runes around his right. The coat of pelts fell to the ground.

A long blonde tail was unveiled last. It thrashed around in pain. He bent down to the ground holding his head. His hand slipped out of her’s.