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[The vampire blinked a little at his reaction, for that wasn’t what she was expecting at all, in fact she almost burst into a fit of laughter at his toy comment. He was trying to look so unhappy, yet it wasn’t working for the poor boy, and if he only knew what she did to her ‘toys’. Finally calming down, giggling a bit still she just smiled wide at him, almost looking like a smirk.]

My dear boy, if you think that is what I do to my ‘toys’ you are so very wrong. 

[dollyneaz]

--Was she mocking him?

His eyebrow twitched with agitation, displeasure becoming more and more defined in his expression. He felt almost as if he were in the presence of a certain noble, whose past-time consisted of not only women, but also reminding an adolescent of his powerlessness and youth.

"I could care less about what you would do!"

And honestly, he really did give no second thoughts about the implications of her statement. Frustration was too dominant and voluminous in his thoughts for room to be given to anything else.

[notapolicegirl-archive]

What the bloody hell .. ? ( open )

The first thing that the vampire saw when she opened her eyes was bright white walls. Odd. Since when was the inside of her coffin so damn bright? She couldn’t help but groan as she shifted, her hand moving to block the infuriating light when she froze. Since when was there so much room inside her coffin. This realization caused the blond to shoot up from where she lay, now realizing that she wasn’t in her stone-walled room back at the Hellsing mansion. 

At that moment, a million questions rose from within her, but before she could even start to verbally express them, a monitor that she had not noticed had come on, a man now visible. Maybe this would answer some questions for her? So the video went on, talking about some experiment and how she would know be living in this simulated city. All Seras could think was .. what? 

As the video finished, she stood up and looked toward the indicated door. They couldn’t be bloody serious? But before she could open the door, something caught her eye. To her left, there was a lone super soaker leaning against the wall. Was this for her? She reached out and grabbed it and instantly felt silly. Was she supposed to use this?

Sighing, she tucked the object under her arm and proceeded to open the door. The city looked absolutely breathtaking. The lights flashed in different colors, and it all seemed beautiful to the vampire. This almost making her forget the situation she was in. She looked around and noticed that several people where walking back and forth. Were these the other subjects in the experiment?

Before she could ask, she bumped into someone, causing her to drop her “weapon” and quickly apologize to the other.

“A - Ah, I’m sorry! I was a little sidetracked with the city .. ” she apologized, reaching down to pick up her soaker.

[dollyneaz]

The uncountable number of people flooding the streets on a daily basis were uncalled for, truly. There was often no space for him to take a breather, let alone have any elbow room. On the occasions that there were less people to worry about, such as this very moment, it was as if he had been blessed despite his lack of faith in any religions. Yet, there were many instances when he came across those who had zoned out from their surroundings for whatever reason, immersed in their own thoughts about problems that were more than likely very trivial.

And somehow, he found himself caught right in the middle of what he wanted to avoid the most in a less crowded street: a distracted pedestrian. Ire pulled his lips back to reveal gritted teeth, deep blue hues flashing with frustration at his usual misfortune. If handling countless recurrences of the same misfortunes handed to him on a platter was a package deal for his adolescent years, he would rather revert back to being the plaything of a certain insufferable vampire -- and that was truly saying a lot about the feelings he held in regards to being bumped into on the streets.

"Can't any of you use your eyes for on--"

He stopped in both speech and straightening his vest, eyes fixed on the checkerboard pattern stitched onto the front of the female's uniform. Sapphires lingered on her chest for a few seconds too long. Unconscious of the awkwardness that may ensue from his incredulous stare, his lips twitched into a crooked grin. It was a bit of a humiliation that he hadn't noticed the aura the blonde emanated, but there was, fortunately, no one to make fun of him for it. Besides, the matter at hand now had turned from being a misfortune to a blessing, and there was no way he would be letting entertainment go.

"A vampire proudly strutting around with a Hellsing emblem? You must be a huge moron if you think you can get away with it."

[dollyneaz]

♥ - Shizuka {LALALA NOT SENDING THIS FOR FUN, NOT AT ALL}

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[The woman let out a small laugh at his reply before a grin formed on her face,] Cute? Not at all Walter, it was a simple dare that was given to me and I thought why not make you a target. [Shizuka laughed a little more before undoing the braid.]

He scowled -- or attempted to. The youthfulness of his premature face ate away the darker parts of his expression, leaving only a childish pout for the woman to see. (Of course, as he could not see his own face, there was no way for him to be aware of the boyishness he let out when things did not work out in his favor.)

"I am not a bloody toy--!"

[fuckwhyhellsing]

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[Shizuka had heard the footsteps of someone, but she didn’t click it into her mind that they might come this way and come across the situation that was going on, at least with her. She was certain others had to face a shadow of themself, but the question was how many. Still though- Her shadow was willing to attack her and possibly anything, the pureblood least found an interest in, or even thought she might hold ‘dear’ yet. Not as if she had anything she held closely yet, besides maybe the flower shop, but she doubted the shadow would go out of its way to go there to harm it when she was there before it.]

[Well- Was. The footsteps had gotten closer, close enough that the owner had stopped right in front of her, amusement clear to see on their face. It was Walter, a boy she had not expected to see every again given they had only had talked once. It was sowing that day if she recalled right, and pansies had been involved in the conversation. What an odd time for him to reappear, and what and even worse time for him to get in the middle of this.]

Oh? I can assure you for now Walter, that this is not my blood. [Well, in a way it was and wasn’t, it was her copies blood. While in a small way she was happy to see him, now wasn’t the best time to catch up. She did grin a little when her copy scowled at the fact she was paying attention to someone other than it, so true to her nature.] In fact, the owner of the blood is right behind you.

[Shizuka motioned to her shadow with her head a little, as her shadow-self let out a low growl before throwing its obi at Walter, aiming for his neck.] ‘Begone with you; this has nothing to do with you.’

[dollyneaz]

An enemy's presence was revealed as easily as the pulling back of a curtain to a trained assassin, especially one harboring a prowess meant solely for eliminating creatures that were not up to judgment by other humans. In a lifespan of fourteen years, these pair of hands had been stained with the bloods of a multitude of races -- none of which were to be considered paradise material in any way; they possessed a more hell-like nature. The deaths brought by this teenage male were immeasurable, and the experience acquired was invaluable.

But, in all honesty, it was not enough for greater plans.

Still, his fighting style had taught him many things, one of which was the painfully obvious fact that the slightest of movements could create the greatest disruption for an assailant. Handicaps aside, it was but a walk in the part for a subtle shift in the placement of his feet to twist his body around. Missing its target by a few hairs, the obi brushed the back of his hand only to be forcefully snatched by a gloved hand. Naturally, the rhythm of his actions could have been quickened had he been given proper wires, rather than pathetic gossamer. He hadn't signed up to provide dental care; he had signed up to kill -- to shed blood!

Excitement coursed through his veins, accelerating his heartbeat as thrill consumed him. A hearty laugh was let out, a childish glee sparked in his onyx eyes. The annoyance clear in the visage of his acquaintance's -- if a one-time encounter was enough to establish her as that -- shadow was a catalyst for further action to be taken. He would have attempted more, just as he had been prompted the instant an obi had shot out towards with murderous intent. Unfortunately, there was only so much that could be done in the presence of an enemy emanating this much danger, even if said danger was nothing in his mind compared to the temptation of an even bigger challenge waiting for him elsewhere.

"I could care less about whose blood it is. A young boy like me just needs some fun every once in a while, and this is the perfect opportunity, wouldn't you say?"

[dollyneaz]

Walter. [The pureblood's voice rang out slightly to the boy, letting him know she was behind him. However, before he could turn she lightly placed a hand on his head to stop him,] I only need a simple thing from you. [She was certain he'd ask why, but she just gently slipped her fingers into his hair, braiding it slightly, knowing the person never said the braid had to stay. Once the short braid was done, she let go of his hair.] There we go.

"Is this-- Is this your idea of 'cute?!'"

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[The sudden darkness in the city did not bother the pureblood, nor the second wave that seemed to make the citizens run away. What did get the woman’s attention was the change in some people; they looked like a silhouette of themselves, only they changed from their old image. They looked like others who were on the street with her, and then a certain one had caught her eye. It looked like her. The same hair, clothing, even the same pose. Eyes narrowed slightly as she recalled the words that had echoed from the scientist. If what they said was true then that meant it, her shadow, knew. It sent a small shiver down the pureblood’s spin.]

[And it seemed to know exactly what she was thinking, for a smile formed on its face, it’s voice low and sweet sounding,] ‘My my.. I thought you would be happier to see me. We have so much to talk about, you and I.’ [Shizuka didn’t move as the shadow got closer to her, and even when it lightly placed it’s hand on her cheek. It kept talking words the pureblood didn’t want to hear.] ‘We both know what I have to say, about the dea-‘ [The shadow didn’t get to finish it’s sentence, Shizuka had bitten it’s hand hard before wrapping her obi around its neck in an attempt to strangle it.] I will not hear another word from you.

[A snap could be heard as she broke the shadow’s neck, only it seemed that wouldn’t be enough. It let out a laugh as it appeared away from her, holding its own obi, ready to attack.] ’Come now, you really think this’ll help you?’ [Some blood dribbled down her chin as Shizuka herself just got in a stance, one waiting for the other to move.]

[dollyneaz]

Nostalgia struck the adolescent relentlessly, the city's design almost identical to image in the the hazy memories trying to find a place in his mind. He could tell there weren't many he had interacted with prior to the termination of the city; his headache wasn't too horrid. How entrenched was he with the place, however, was a mystery. In hopes of discovering what he had involved himself with, he had exited the fourth sector only to end up caught in a succession of electrical waves as the area around him cleared out almost instantaneously. The technological advancements of the city were a surprise to the him who had come from the mid-twentieth century, holding many possibilities for the Hive's inhabitants -- thus, the youth had difficulty wrapping his mind around the idea the actions of the city's citizens triggered the catastrophic aura looming over his shoulders. It just didn't click. Surely, the spontaneous personification of darker sides to a person was one of the many experiments that lie in store for the collection of test subjects.

As the scientist faded, the throbbing in his head instigated by the waves lessened and the city's power seemed to revert back to stability -- though, the aura that continued to sink over the area did not lessen. Nebulous hues darted left and right, searching for the root of what caused the unease in the pit of his stomach. Yet, there was nothing to be found. Nothing to follow up the scientist's speech of an embodiment of his most displeasing qualities. Still, the anxiety did not leave, apprehension knitting his brows together as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and took a few steps down the street to the intersection.

There was a figure not so far away from him, a fact he noticed when he rounded the corner. The breathtakingly beauty moving along purposefully was familiar; there was no mistaking the silvery locks framing her distinct facial features, nor the pureness of her kimono. But as she shifted positions, the crimson stain on her sleeve and blood trickling down her mouth was revealed. Amusement flitted across his visage as he stood before her, lips twitching into a smile. He could not explain the interest he had suddenly taken in the woman he had talked to once before, only aware of the excitement stirring in his body from the thought of fun to be had if whatever she had just encountered managed to draw blood.

"You don't look as if you're in the best of shape, Shizuka."

[phantomhive-fiance-blog]

Everything was going smoothly, yet there was one little detail that seemed to be out of place. She stared at his jet-black hair, then into his obsidian hues that seemed to have a slight tinge of…. something to them.  She couldn’t quite place her finger on it, but there was just something about this boy that just seemed a little… off. Perhaps it wasn’t safe to be hanging around him in the first place…? Perhaps, she should have just stayed with Ciel like the good little lady she was supposed to be. Perhaps, if she excused herself politely, he would let her g—

But no. She was a tad too late. Emerald eyes widened at the hand being placed before her. She blinked once. Twice. A small feeling insider her began to grow- a dangerous feeling. A feeling that was screaming at her, telling her not to go, telling her to run back to her musty apartment as fast as she could. Of course, the lady pushed that silly feeling aside. What could be so harmful about a boy her age? He didn’t look dangerous. His smile, although a little smirk-ish, had a welcoming vibe to it. He almost reminded her of a little Sebastian! Giggling at the thought, the young girl raised her hand delicately and placed it in his, barely even feeling the cold anymore. Using the other hand to raise her skirts and curtsey, she smiled sweetly at the young butler before her.

“A walk around the park would be lovely, don’t you think so, Walter?” 

And if something were to go wrong, she remembered the swords carefully hidden in the skirts of her dress. Not that she’d be needing them anyways, of course. It was just a walk in the park, nothing harmfull about that. Right? 

[dollyneaz]

It was questionable whether or not the raven-haired youth was aware of others' suspicions of him at times. Did he not conduct several more self checks to confirm he was being 'safe' because he didn't care, or because he never noticed the doubtful glances people sometimes sent his way during idle conversations? The lack of a reaction to the stare he received did not provide an answer for this question. However, his eyes flickered across the street, noting the strange stares a throng of individuals seemed to be casting in his direction. He stifled a chuckle, realizing it could only be because the sight of two teenagers playing a game of 'lady and butler' seemed to be an absurd idea. Unchivalrous dimwits.

"People seem to be misunderstanding." He gently dropped the lady's delicate hand, gesturing towards the group on the other side of the street. "Nonetheless" -- he started a slow-paced walk, initiating the start of their time together -- "shall we become better acquainted, Liz? Learn more about each other? It wouldn't do for us to walk in silence the whole time."

Sliding his hands into his pockets, he inclined his head towards the blonde, watching her reactions carefully. He wasn't scared about exposing too much about himself -- there wasn't much to expose in the first place, with the exception of the one thing he could not let slip no matter what. But even if he did, even if this entire city knew, it wouldn't matter. No one was here to tell, no one here was from his world. It wasn't like any sane person would believe a fourteen year-old boy blabbing on about his aspirations taking down a monster that's been around for centuries -- hell, who would even believe the existence of the latter to begin with?

Unless that inhuman thing was around. An unsettling thought, really, to ponder the idea of casually strolling down the street only to find a petite girl's voice chiming in your ear as she filches your newest pack of coffin nails. A rude act, but one he could not prevent.

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besides, I'm hungry~

“Ah, the beautiful stench of decay and desperate living.”

The young woman barely watched her step as she perched herself as snugly as possible atop the windswept rim of some unsightly and long in disuse skyscraper. And while most often she would have not minded falling for 100-and-more stories, a certain something was nagging her mind and seemed to imply how the pitiable condition of ‘random splash of blood across the street’ would have resulted in the great Nosferatu’s irrefutable and definitive death this time.

She propped one leg to her chest and folded one gloved hand over the knee, her chin nestled laxly upon it. Meanwhile, jet black hair hung down her prim suit like a waterfall, moved around by the gusts of wind. Caught one stray lock she started twirling a finger around it. The white-clad girl tilted lazily her head and let her eyes to wander downwards, scanning all over the city teeming with life: the congested sidewalks, the chaotic traffic and the overall absence of purpose enveloping the whole panorama. How wonderful.

Besides, she was hungry.

It was a renowned fact: humans were foolish animals. They ate and drank and fornicate and procreate, and this last was particularly unfortunate, because the world would have been a better place with far fewer of them in it— this also included those half-assed progenies of ‘vampires’ that from time to time she had to wipe the world free of. But right now, for the first time in centuries, before her eyes they were but an absolutely enticing smorgasbord, and such abundance couldn’t help but make her mouth water in anticipation.

And while her childish lips crooked into a smirk hinting to nothing but sheer innocence and unquestionable candor, her train of thoughts reminded her of an even more impelling issue at hand. The origin of her detour in such a peculiar place. Something like a, uh, social experiment? Her being a guinea pig? Seriously? Oho. She already knew the drill. World War II, scientists, Nazis, experiments: humans really were slow-learners, weren’t they? They must have been really longing for a repeat of Warsaw, didn’t they? Oh well, she would have eventually reduced this city to dust all the same: set it ablaze and let fire sweeping over the Earth and consuming it to its foundations and then let the charred bodies rot in the streets once she’d have felt her hunger convenientlysated, yes.

By then she might have already unleashed a new war, why not.

But for the time being, she should make do with second-hand nicotine and directions to the nearest hospital to procure herself some hectoliters of transfused blood. Ugh. How shameful for the great Nosferatu.

[dollyneaz]

Time was something he deemed insignificant. An older human, or a more experienced teen of his age, would have called him stupid and unappreciative for the years ahead of him. But what does it matter, when all those years were devoted to one main goal, and some years would be technically 'reused' sooner or later? Pointless, all of those unearthly desires every man seemed to hold nowadays pertaining to the infamous 'fountain of youth' or immortality in general. What was truly important was power and strength. Becoming a freak and joining the circus on this planet was only a minor drawback in the big picture. It was a little unnecessary detail to be considered. Decades were the equivalent of mere seconds by his clock.

Thus, he hadn't the slightest idea as to how long he had been encaged into this city. He still had yet to figure out how the white coats -- thankfully none of them looked like a spider or went by 'Doc,' else he would be awfully concerned for what sanity he assumed existed in the regime -- managed to bypass security and make him a lab rat. But that was another insignificant detail, really. They could throw anything at him, basically. If anything, it would be quite convenient if they threw some challenges -- anything to polish his skills in order to prepare for the scheme of things.

With this train of thought, perhaps it would even behoove him to be isolated from everyone else for a longer period of time. And as the youth thought about it, he certainly wasn't that motivated to leave anytime soon. Isolation only made the plan's execution easier. There wouldn't be any meddlers nosing around a bit too much. That would call for improvisations, and some that could potentially throw his plan off course. No, everything had to stick to the basic structure of the project's blueprint. Only then would there be the shower of blood that he coveted so much, that he craved so much.

He wanted it. He wanted the splatter of that thing's blood. He wanted to be the one who created it with his own hands.

"H-Heh... I want it."

He couldn't help it. It was questionable whether or not he himself even heard it, that sound. A sound barely laced with thin splices of hysterics, fortunately muffled by the bustling crowds throughout the streets. Had a passerby even been observant enough to notice anything, it wouldn't have been hard to bluff the beginnings of a deranged cackle to be nothing more than a heavy sigh, or even a simple cough. He leaned against a nearby railing, taking in a few deep breaths to calm himself. Not now, not now. He couldn't let the glee eat away at him so soon.

Not yet.

[phantomhive-fiance-blog]

Twirling, she laughed, all memories of her past faded. She thought it was nice, meeting someone who thought she was nothing more than a cute, well-mannered girl. It was what she aimed for with anyone, especially Ciel. Things were fabulous between them, when Ciel was protecting her, and not the other way around… Until that night on the Campania. When her well put together guise had been broken, she felt as if her world was breaking with it. She sighed. She wanted to be someone her dearest could protect, not be the protector. Men think vulnerability is cute, not being skilled in fighting. Not cute at all! The girl had thought about ditching her poorly-made wooden sword at home, but considering she lived in the ‘ghetto’ (or at least that’s what the residents who also lived here called it) sector, she could never be too safe. Nonchalantly patting the old thing hidden cleverly in her skirts to make sure it hadn’t fallen out, she stopped twirling and grinned at the boy next to her. The genuine smile she had plastered on her face didn’t fade the slightest. Emerald eyes glistened as she faced the boy, wondering why she felt so happy around him.

Say, Liz — if you don’t mind me calling you that — how about we go for a stroll? A bit of exercise would warm you up, wouldn’t it?

Liz. Okay, not the cutest name, but… she could make do. It was interesting enough; something she had never been called before… maybe she could grow onto it? Lizzy giggled a bit, imagining what it would be like if she had called him ‘Wal’ or something like that in return. Nodding in agreement though, a walk did sound nice right about now. She could also take this opportunity to get to know this mysterious butler better, and hopefully make herself appear more cute in his eyes.

“That sounds lovely! I’m sure it would~.”

[dollyneaz]

On the contrary, Walter had never found any girl whose only skills in life were the stereotypical ones to be remotely interesting, let alone cute. He partially--No. He completely put the blame on Alucard for messing around with his teenage hormones. It wasn't funny, and it only made himself dislike his childish desires and personality even more. That's why he wanted so badly to have his fighting skills perpetually, as long as his pride wasn't put at stake. Or at least that was his mindset before that offer, before that deal -- the one that made him willing to sacrifice everything for just one goal. Heh. It was a wondrous offer, really, and a great opportunity. But naturally, the knowledge that he would meet more women who were strong in the battlefield in his later years wasn't known to him. No, he didn't know about Integra -- though he had his suspicions about her potential -- or Seras.

What he knew now, was that the fragile appearing female in front of him seemed to be simple, yet not at the same time. Sure, it was confusing, but if one actually thought about it carefully, sense could be made out of it. Just because someone seems simple, doesn't mean it can't appear that they only seem that way to hide some secrets. Secrets that were meant to be exposed by his hand. But they wouldn't secrets he was eager to share with others either. Call it a childish obsessive impulse -- he wanted to see, with his own eyes, firsthand, what she was capable of. If he had to provoke something or someone to see it, then so be it. He's the Angel of Death. What could he be afraid of in this city?

Bowing slightly and courteously, he held out a hand, palm facing upwards as he waited for her to place his hand in his. Had they been at a ball, one would think he was asking for a dance. But no, he was a butler, and to be a gentleman was a duty.

"Where would you like to go... m'lady?"

[dollyneaz]

✘ away from home [intro/open]

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[She watched the boy, head tilted to the side, when most people looked to younger ones, they always thought they were innocent and kind. There seemed something more about this boy though- something underneath that boyish appearance, but she couldn’t place what. Ah, but with what he said, it only further helped her thought on the boy, sheer curiosity now filling her eyes as she closed them, head tilted forward a bit, a hand to cover her mouth as she chuckled slightly. Looking back to Walter, a smile formed on her lips, knowing those feelings all too well.]

Ah… But sadly if the fight doesn’t go in your favor, one might end up dead, so it pays to hold back your anger and bid your time, then strike when the right time shows itself.

[While Walter took his time to stand up, she took the time to brush some snow out of her hair, and then stood straight herself. The cold did get to her after a while, and she didn’t enjoy her head being cold, she rather her feet be cold more than anything else. Pink eyes look back to the boy, and then wondered around a few moments before coming back. He must be the only one from his world so far, anyone who served a family usually stayed near them unless asked to get something. So the odds of him just lazing about on a bench if someone was here- Was slim.]

Well Walter, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I see, well let me be one of the few to welcome you to Hive City, I would ask if you would like help finding your apartment, but you don’t strike me as the type to ask for help.

[dollyneaz]

Even if he exerted an air of utmost casual and seemingly lax in concentration to his surroundings as he gave a smile that was nothing less of hers, the teenager's brain never stopped whirring, trying to decide whether or not this unnaturally beautiful woman could potentially be a threat to himself. Concerning himself with others wasn't on his list of priorities right now, not when he hadn't settled down long enough to form any alliances -- friendships weren't really his thing; at least not with his own age group. They were all dunces, surely belonging in a younger generation. Or maybe Walter himself was born in the wrong year, a few decades or so too early. He certainly didn't have the brain capacity of an average fourteen year-old, even if he had to calm his hyperactive nature and force himself to focus on his studies to become a respectable butler.

At her response to his usual, not really thought through, remark, his crooked grin widened, amusement evident in his expression. He let out a pleased whistle, one that would probably earn him a slap from Alucard. Not that anything regarding the vampire meant anything at this point, when Walter had all the time in the world to himself, in a strange city. He didn't give a second fuck about it either. Consider it a long coveted moment of peace.

"Words spoken like a true lady. I praise you for that, miss. Judging from your response, you're not a stranger to the more... exciting parts of life, or am I mistaken--?

Nonetheless, I thank you for your offer; it would not be rude of me to take it up so soon now, would it? I haven't had time -- or, should I say, the patience? -- to seek out apartment S-2. I appreciate your kindess."

[dollyneaz]

you know what Jordie you're a TAT

[phantomhive-fiance-blog]

Using her breathe as a source of heat again, her hands flew up to her mouth as she watched his facial expressions. A bit confused, and a little nervous, the adolescent wrung her hands together as she watched the smirk on his face fade and soon be replaced with surprise. Had she said something wrong? Breathing out slowly she stared, cautiously, as her breath came out in little puffs and soon disappeared into the sky. Maybe she had said something wrong? He was a butler; maybe she was too formal? He was, in fact, her age as well… Oh dear! Maybe, the formality she thought would fix everything, just made it all more awkward. 

Just ‘Walter’ is fine. It’s what I’m used to.

“Oh— I’m sorry Miste— I mean, Walter.” 

His surprise was soon replaced with the smirk, and she sighed. She just wondered how long she could keep this facade up? It was freezing, to the point where she could barely hold still, shivering like a madman. She knew she could have easily gone home a while ago, yet something about him kept her here. Walter seemed different; unusual. His mysterious-like nature only aroused stirred her curiosity, and she was interested to find out more about him. For example; it was beyond freezing outside. Normal people would rushing to their apartments to get out of this blasted weather—But he— He seemed to love it. Lizzy gaped, staring at the young boy as he extended his arms and closed his eyes, taking in the cold. The snowflakes sprinkled around him, landing on his face, arms, and head, and she smiled for a quick moment.

No, I love this kind of weather.

So it appeared. Elizabeth slowed the wringing of the hands for a moment, and a smile flashed on her flustered face. Her whole face was red, her lips pale, but she felt warm. For getting about making a good impression- which had clearly gone out the window a while ago- she mimicked his actions, thrusting her hands out and shutting her eyes. The snow fell lightly on her red face, and she twirled a little, opening her mouth to catch snowflakes on the tip of her tongue. Child-like and carefree, she didn’t care if others were watching or if Walter was giving her a weird look. she just laughed, and continued to twirl around the bench.

[dollyneaz]

The boy lowered his arms slowly, a crooked smile stretched across his lips, one corner angled towards a dark hue as he listened to her laughter. Now there's something you don't hear every day: a genuine laugh, from someone untainted by the shadowy life the Hellsings had to live -- a life Walter loved, almost with a passion. The splatter of blood on his face and clothes, the cigarette between his teeth as he bit down hard from the excitement of tearing flesh, the sounds of his wires pulling taut; they were all beautiful to the adolescent. Simply beautiful. He let out a short laugh himself at the realization of how different he was from his interlocutor, and almost pitied her for not being able to enjoy the wonders of his life. But then again, what would a little lady like her find pleasurable in such a gruesome way of living? Had she ever had to fight for survival, just as a human -- or any other being, for that matter -- was born with the instinct of? It certainly didn't seem that way, not with her dainty clothes and happy expressions. And not with her low tolerance for the cold.

How far could she go if she had to fight for her life? 

"Say, Liz -- if you don't mind me calling you that -- how about we go for a stroll? A bit of exercise would warm you up, wouldn't it?"

[painting--music-blog]

“Hello there~”

Click.

“I’m Noah~

Nice to meet you!”

[dollyneaz]

He had instinctively reached for his wires -- which weren't where they were supposed to be. Swearing under his breath, he remembered that they had been replaced by a completely harmless pack of dental floss. Oh, the bloody irony. Alucard would be having a good laugh about it right about now.

"And what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Clearly, he had never been one to be fond of having his picture taken. It could have been because of his profession. What good would it do for operatives of the Hellsing organization to have their pictures taken and released the public?

[of-wrath-and-angels-deactivated]

===> A bunch of people are following you now!

[of-wrath-and-angels-deactivated]

“I’m goin to let you knoww that I am a master of wwhite science, and I am thus much more intellectual than any of you human buffoons.” Not Eridan knew much about what white science exactly was, but he used to have a white science wand, so that counted for something, right? 

But jesus, look at this idiotic alien! Thinking he could beat the traditions of the great and powerful Alternia. How silly. “I feel a bit sorry for you, actually, bein so human. You must be depressed lookin at us trolls, and thinkin, ‘I could’vve been born one ‘a them.” 

Eridan wasn’t have any types of inception right now, but he was being a cocky ass as usual. Close enough.

[dollyneaz]

Pressing his palm against the side of his neck, laxity practically oozing out of his pores, the poor boy had to stifle a yawn as a result of his conversational partner's arrogant-as-hell babbling. It wasn't that Walter didn't know how cocky he himself could be; it was the fact he was pretty sure he wasn't this boring. He didn't find anything irritating at all about the inhuman being. Talking to the bloody guy was just plain tiresome. It only explained so much when he declared himself to be this 'master of white science.'

"Scientists are all the same; pansies who hide behind their experiments and research. You're no different, are you?" And to think Walter himself would actually be willing to hand himself over to scientists just to achieve his goal -- but it was better than becoming weak and useless anyway. To be unable to utilize his natural talents as a killer of vampires... Well, the thought of that was terrifying for the fourteen year old. He was the Angel of Death now, but who would he become in his eighties? Or even seventies? Yet---

"I'd rather be a human than a disgusting and vile creature whose only interest is in blood and satiating their own appetites using ghastly means."

[hoodlumpokemon-deactivated20120]

Scrafty's a loner. [Open]

Again outside the apartment building. He’d grown accustomed to the area and felt comfortable enough to stay there. It’d been a while since he’d met anyone new, and he wasn’t sure if he liked it. back home Scrafty would intentionally seek solitude, but when it was forced on him… It wasn’t the same.

Suddenly he was mad. Everything was wrong. He wasn’t with his pack, and all control he had was gone out of nowhere. One of his hands was holding his pants up, the other was clenching and unclenching into and out of a fist while he watched. Was he really doing this of his own will, or was this just another action forced upon him?

This thought was too much for the Pokemon. He turned around and slammed the fist into the wall. He felt the pain, but it didn’t compare to the lack of control he’d lost in his life. Again and again, he swung at the wall of the building. At first he murmured, but it soon escalated into shouting as loud as he could. “…scrafty, scrafty. Scrafty! SCRAAFTY!” [Dammit, dammit, dammit! DAMMIT!]

He turned and fell to the ground, his back against the wall. He pulled his knees up to his chest and sighed.

[dollyneaz]

Considering the young butler had been in the city for less than a week, it was difficult for him to find something to pass time, especially when he knew next to no one and could not bother them to his heart's content. It was a depressing shift from nagging Arthur every day about bringing women home and locking the study door to having nothing to do whatsoever. Walter almost wished for triple-time when he returned. It was possible to leave. He knew at least that much from the loud whispering amongst random clumps of people who had simply too much time on their hands to be gossiping. Though, the whole lot of them could do a better job of 'whispering.'

“…scrafty, scrafty. Scrafty! SCRAAFTY!”

For example, whoever that was could lower their volu--- The adolescent stopped in his tracks, turning his head to find a... thing on the ground. Was it that thing that had made such obnoxious and highly unpleasant noises? It appeared to be a crudely made toy for children, something an ignorant bastard from an orphanage would purchase, deeming it charity. Evidently disgusted, the boy grabbed the toy by its arm, lifting it up to eye level and scrutinizing the ugliness of the sad little thing. And toy stores wondered why they were losing business each holiday season.

"...Bloody hell."

He muttered, tugging on the toy's arms, stretching it to the extreme. He was surprised the flimsy limbs hadn't fallen off yet. So they could at least make something durable, those lousy manufacturers. Still, the stupid thing was awfully painful to look at. Flinging it back down to the cement, he pivoted on his heel and began to walk off.