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 Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 5:37 am
Kane chuckled at the tickle of Lan's tounge. "Yes it is," he said, bringing his face closer and kissing Lan deeply. He finally felt some relief from his pent-up tension, and it felt great. He started making out with the neko, the wet sensation on the inside of his mouth stimulating.
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 7:10 am
The neko closed his eyes and let out a long moan as his lover's tongue slid nto his mouth. He groaned and kissed back deeply, licking at Kane's tongue as he pressed closer.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 7:15 pm
Ken sighed and put his hands on his hips. He was pouting because the alien boy he had been tlaking to had not been as interesting in the end as he had hoped. He was nice, but after a while he had stopped talking and left him alone. Ken hated being walked out on like that.
((This character needs a RP partner.))
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 7:24 pm
Walking down the street bored, Ken felt his skirt swishing back and forth and smoothed out the pleats. Sighing, he stopped and thought for a minute. He was very lonely; that had not often happened before. Not really knowing how to handle it, he thought that maybe a good fight would break him out of his slump.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 7:59 pm
Daiman was on the run. He was playing bait again like he usually did on all his jobs and it was almost time for the catch. As he leaped from the roof top of the building and landed lightly on the alley pavement he could hear the clamouring pursuers. It was just one more bend around the alley and he would have them. However, as Damian turned the corner he immediately saw it-- a single guy walking his way. He knew he wouldn't be able to cover himself and the other guy and so, rapidly changed directions as he tried to think of a plan b.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 9:53 pm
When Ken saw a guy dash out from the alley, he stepped back and said, "Woah!" When the boy switched directions, he yelled at him, "watch where you're going!" When he saw the persuers, however, he knew that things would get much more interesting and, deciding to cure his own boredom, ran a seperate route to follow them, while keeping well enough out of notice.
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 2:59 pm
OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM…
Draconis VonTrapp smirked, proud of what he had procured: a loaf of bread stolen from someone's grocery cart when they weren't looking and a small package of sandwich meat -- ham. Looks like I get to eat tonight. He looked down at his shirt which had a not-so-small rip going across the abdomen where it had caught on a tree in his escape. Damn. Looks like I'll need another shirt. This will never last in Winter.
Sighing, he set his prizes on the floor and pushed hard against a seemingly blank wall of concrete, which shifted backwards and over to the left at his push. Then he jumped as he heard hurried footsteps coming toward him, then someone yelling. He panicked. His meat and bread were thrown in haphazardly, and he dived inside afterwards, hoping that the people the footsteps belonged to didn't see him. He pushed the door closed behind him.
…NOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM.
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 9:39 pm
Damian kept on running though he had heard the guy call out to him; he could not stop if he was still to prevail. He continued to plan as he ran knowing that this back street would give him the extra time he needed. It had many other alleys that connected to it and so, was the safest bet for now.
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 9:41 pm
Regant ran across the street with a smirk, paying no attention to the honking cars or the man shouting from the other side. Tucked under his arm was a fresh plum cake, the icing still runny and warm. Once he reached and alley, he ducked inside and sat himself ontop of a dumpster to enjoy his spoils. It wasn't the healthiest food, but nothing could surpass its taste. He heard some footsteps run past nearby and waited to see if anyone was coming, but all of the noise past. Still weary, he sat silently, waiting to enjoy his cake until he knew that the other people were long-gone.
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 10:15 pm
Then Damian remembered the side alley that was coming up on his right. It would be perfect for the annihilation of the targets. They would be dead in minutes.
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2008 6:08 pm
Ken continued running with them and had planned to use his breath weapons to slow or detain them, but he started pouting when he realized that they were running into the wind, meaning that his breath would never reach them, no matter how strong it was. So he just followed them, thinking how unfair it was that he could control his breath, but not the wind. It was so inconvenient for him.
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2008 10:19 pm
OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM…
Draconis sighed and stowed his bread and meat inside a cupboard in the corner, which used to be a heater (he tends to rip things apart and make them into something new), and gazed down at his ripped shirt sadly. He seemed to have a knack for ripping clothes, be it jeans or shirts. His jeans were years old and had rips in the knees, hence the callouses on his scrawny legs. Removing his shirt, he stuck his arm through the rip. It was too big for him to fix, so he ripped the seams at the top so it became one long strip of fabric and threw it in his pile of other fabric pieces, which he used as blankets and bandages.
Taking a slice of ham for himself for now, Draconis pushed his wall open and closed it behind him, looking warily in both directions before continuing on, bypassing the pedestrian area and moving into another back alley, topless. It probably wasn't the smartest thing, but he didn't expect to be out long. His meager lunch was swallowed and he extracted the knife ensconced on his thigh, ready to use it if he needed to. He could still hear the footsteps of a group of people... coming towards him! He ducked beside a dumpster and waited, hoping they would pass without noticing him.
…NOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 11:04 pm
Damain span around the corner and headed stealthily to the alley's dead end. He allowed himself to blend in with the shadows for the few seconds he would need coverage and rested his hands on his two blades.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 7:24 pm
Regant heard the footsteps returning and stopped eating to listen. As he did so he could tell they were coming close. Ducking behind the dumpster he had been sitting on, he noticed that another boy had already taken refuge there. "Oh, hello," he said politely in suprise. "Are you hinding form the footsteps too? I stole a cake, so I'm afriad they'll take it back. You want some?" The red-headed warlock broke off a piece and proffered it to the other urchin.
Ken started to wonder why the men were even chasing that boy in the first place. So many peopel in the city were trouble, though, that he was not surpised to find suc ha situation, only glad that he had found something else to do. Too often he fell into the trap of sloth when nothing of intrest presented itself to him, and that was not good cosidering he had no room for comfort, the way he was living.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 10:00 pm
OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM…
Draconis jumped, his hand instantly going to his thigh where his knife was stowed. His eyebrows rose slightly at the generous offer the redhead made him, and although his mouth instantly watered upon seeing and smelling the cake, he sneered and unsheathed his knife, holding it up threateningly [though he was damned if he knew how to use it correctly]. They always try to get me like this, he thought. Offering me things, and then wham! Into another human trafficking corporation! The cake's probably filled with drugs, like they did with the brownies. Well, they won't get me this time!
"Yeah freaking right!" he spat, inching his way back into the open; he knew he was sacrificing his safe haven, but he couldn't trust this person. He couldn't trust anyone. "Just stay away from me, you con!" And then he fled in the opposite direction into direct danger, but at least he could find another alcove or crevice to hide in.
…NOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM.
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