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Wow, people still actually follow this blog?

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princesscasanova:

playful-lothario:

princesscasanova:

playful-lothario:

I think I may return. We’ll see. But for now, would anyone like to role-play?

{- hmmmaybe~ -}

That would be lovely, dear.

{- Shall I set up a starter for you good sir~? -}

If you wouldn’t mind.~

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princesscasanova:

playful-lothario:

I think I may return. We’ll see. But for now, would anyone like to role-play?

{- hmmmaybe~ -}

That would be lovely, dear.

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I think I may return. We’ll see. But for now, would anyone like to role-play?

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lost-kitten:

playful-lothario:

Ah! Acknowledgement. That’s all Delic could have hoped for. This man seemed on edge. He didn’t blame him. However, he’d have to slow himself into the other’s guard in order for him to fully let it down. “A player? You mean of this stupid game your city is holding?” It was obvious that he should have just stopped right at that question, but he continued, “I’m a player of many things..~ The hearts of women and men -” He paused, leaping his way, almost playfully enough to grant him less space between them. “— I’m fairly good at playing with people, physically, iiiiif you know what I mean.”

A bit of dirt managed to filth his classy blazer, a frown of displeasure coaxed his lips as he began to remove the top jacket. “I’m guessing you’ve already had to deal with your fair share of fights. I’m not a fighter, darling, I prefer loving.~” Little did this stranger know, he was less than stretching the truth. In fact, he was being pretty subtle when it came to his intentions.

Akira watched carefully as the stranger came closer. It was obvious by the man’s appearance and the way he spoke of the game as ‘stupid’ that he wouldn’t be the kind of person to risk their lives playing it. That, at the very least, helped him to relax his muscles, if only a little. He was tired and didn’t want another fight. Not today.

The blonde’s sultry words and facial expressions led him to believe he was just a flirt by nature, so Akira didn’t take any of the comments too personally. He was familiar with those types, not nearly as much as the sadistic bastards who wanted his head on a platter, but enough to know how to act around them. He straightened fully, giving the other a once-over as he removed his jacket and revealed a stunningly pink, pristine-pressed shirt. At least he had good taste.

“…good.” A sigh escaped his lips as he rubbed the sleeve of his jacket over the bottom one, wiping away a bit of blood that only transferred onto the coat and stained. Akira removed his outer layer as well, as he was thoroughly rain-soaked anyway and the extra weight would only hinder him. “I’ve had enough fighting today. What do you want?”

"Ah.. come here." Without a warning, he grabbed for the others wrist, and tugged him into an open building. He was quick to reach into his back pocket and pull out a few spare tissues that were still dry. "It will get infected if you just wipe it off like that." He muttered, gently patting the blood soaked area with the slightly wrinkled pieces. His words were spoken genuinely and fragile.  Delic knew exactly how he should speak with people in all types of conversations. If he were to comfort and care for, this is how he would initially act.

"Just hold that there." Muffled words spoke, finally giving him an advantage to sit down, even if it was on top of an obsolete heater. "So tell me. Why do you guys have this dumb game going on anyway? Looks pretty pointless to me." It had to have a valuable prize at the end - why else would poor men risk their lives. Kill one another. It was barbaric. Delic was somewhat used to seeing beat up people, and ghetto areas - he originated from Ikebukuro after all.

"Or maybe you’ve all just got a death wish, and would prefer to be killed by your own - ah, whoops. I’m over analyzing. It just pains my heart to see such a beautiful face all beat up for the sake of naught." He almost laughed at his ridiculous gesture - there was truth in his voice, but it was barely noticeable underneath of that laugh.

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princesscasanova:

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“It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, good sir.”

"Good sir? What outstanding manners for such a young beaut." Grins, settling with a faint sigh. "My name’s Delic."

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lost-kitten:

There was no one to keep watch for, no one that would aim a stab at his back, that Akira wouldn’t notice first. He had no need to turn around and thus remained where he was, mind wandering over things that could once have been and perhaps still were in some other place on the planet. Toshima was like being separated from the entire world. No one came out once they were in and no one survived unless they proved themselves capable of it. Since when had they regressed so far into the stone-age that survival of the fittest had become the only law besides the rules of Igra? And even then, the rules were broken frequently, yet that law remained.

A pebble shifted and Akira’s entire body suddenly snapped on full alert. There was someone approaching him from behind. Blue-grey eyes darted over his shoulder at the sound of the stranger’s voice, his body soon following his gaze as he turned, keeping a hand back on his belt near the knife strapped there in case. The man’s clothing was bright and not suited for the area, so immediately Akira’s first thought was wrong.

‘Arbitro?!’

A closer look proved that assumption to be incorrect, but the other still didn’t appear to be equipped for Igra at all, not even bothering to wear dog tags around his neck. Akira’s guard never faltered, but he moved his hand away from his belt. Perhaps he wouldn’t need to fight for his life this time.

“…are you a player?”

Ah! Acknowledgement. That’s all Delic could have hoped for. This man seemed on edge. He didn’t blame him. However, he’d have to slow himself into the other’s guard in order for him to fully let it down. “A player? You mean of this stupid game your city is holding?” It was obvious that he should have just stopped right at that question, but he continued, “I’m a player of many things..~ The hearts of women and men -” He paused, leaping his way, almost playfully enough to grant him less space between them. “— I’m fairly good at playing with people, physically, iiiiif you know what I mean.”

A bit of dirt managed to filth his classy blazer, a frown of displeasure coaxed his lips as he began to remove the top jacket. “I’m guessing you’ve already had to deal with your fair share of fights. I’m not a fighter, darling, I prefer loving.~” Little did this stranger know, he was less than stretching the truth. In fact, he was being pretty subtle when it came to his intentions.

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rebellious-raven:

“Hello~! My name is Izaya Orihara~ I hope we can get along~”

"Izaya Orihara? What a familiar name." Nonetheless, Delic offered a friendly smile and the gentle extension of his hand, as if meant to shake with the other’s. "My name is Delic."

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It’s been awhile since I’ve come around.

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lost-kitten:

Rain.

It had become a natural thing in Toshima; for some reason there seemed to be some sort of dark cloud hovering over the post-apocalyptic city at all times. It was rare that a single ray of sunshine managed to make it through the dreary haze, but on those few occasions, Akira liked to stand on the roof of some abandoned building to watch the sunrise. Not today, however.

Today, the boy with dirty-silver hair was soaked to the bone in the pouring water that came from the heavens, t-shirt clinging to his body and semi-stained red near his lower abdomen. It was no huge wound, a mere scratch really, but one that had caused the death of the man lying at his feet in a mangled mess, fluids pouring from his orifices. Akira stared down at him in silent pity. If only he hadn’t taken that horrible drug, he would have lived.

‘I need to leave…’

Akira shook the rain from his hair, though there was no point in doing so, and shoved both hands in his jacket pockets, abruptly turning away from the body and dropping the dog tags he’d taken from it into his left pocket. There was no point in hanging around for the two insane dogs of Arbitro to find him. He made his way through the city, lost in thought, until his feet brought him to the edge by the fence he’d jumped to enter this place, what seemed a long time ago.

Fingers wrapped into metal as he gripped the one thing keeping him from leaving, only in a mental sense, really. It would be physically possible to leave, of course, but his inner desire to win the game kept him inside this cage.

“Hello, world.” Akira spoke to no one, glancing out across the cities beyond the fence. “I wonder how you’re faring these days.”

Man, this place was an absolute mess. Once a revered town - great for a host’s job - now nothing but a - well, a battleground. Delic had better watch his back, walking through the rubble of Toshima. With nothing but the subtle tunes from his headphones to fill the unnerving silence, and the clads of his feet to push through the piece of debris, there wasn’t really anything keeping him here. No one seemed to be around - no one of interest to him, that is.

The wind blew, taking along with it, lost papers from ages ago - even a paper in which described the concepts of this “game” taking place. “How virulently pretentious..” He sighed, obviously judging this town for what it was. His demeanor was semblance to defeat, that however changed once his head turned and in view came a beautifully wondrous face. A little bitten up and damage - but it looked cute on him, nonetheless. What a rarity to find such an attractive piece in a dump like this. Maybe his trip wasn’t all for naught after all.

Judging by the blood dripping down his lip, and the rips in his clothing, he’d been through a lot. He looked like an abused kitten, just barely able to hold his own on the battlefield. Cute. He thought to himself, licking hungrily around drooling lips. Delic was surprised this man hadn’t seen him first - he was wearing refined white, and a flamboyant shade of magenta. “My, aren’t you a bit too cute to be participating in such a barbaric game?”