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[[ oh gosh it's so weird seeing this dash be active again asgsddfg 

i'm glad though because a lot of people i wanted to rp with on here are rising from the ashes

* u * ]]

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[[ here for LC revival roll-call!! ]]

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[ @ chaoscandle ]

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… Oi… wha’s tha’ smell… 

Brenton was momentarily distracted from his aimless wandering by a deceased animal, too long gone to be recognized. The smell was dreadful, but that wasn’t the scent he had been picking up on. It wasn’t really a “smell” either; he claimed that he had a sense for dark people. He could tell when someone with darkness harboured in their hearts was present; his favourite type of person. The short undertaker remained crouched down, observing the small animal corpse, as he noted said person’s approach…

“Heh, Tryin’ to sneak up on me?”

He felt the pinch on the back of his neck and sat like a statue. Turning slowly to look at the man who touched him, a smile spread across his face like wax melting off a candle. Brenton looked up at the man, observing him in a dark, calculating way. Noting all the minute details that made up the person before him, he silently decided that this was one he could enjoy being around.

“Jus’ ‘o are y’, mate? ‘Aven’t seen y’ around ‘ere before~ Y’ need somethin’ of me?~”

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Riley had not been expecting Brenton to notice his presence, and was even more surprised (though, not unnerved as he felt he should probably be, with the guy making such a creepy face at him) when he spoke; such a distinct accent! It reminded Riley of his own, albeit a much, much stronger version. He also noticed the devious, almost downright evil aura the little undertaker had, raising an eyebrow as it sunk in; like one of a spiteful little spirit.

Although, Riley thought as he broke into his trademark smirk. He is a cute lil' thing, demented or not.

"Aye. Di'n't exactly work, though, did it.~"

Stuffing his hands in the pockets of his somewhat baggy sweatpants, Riley allowed his posture to slouch; it wasn't often he found someone he felt so automatically clicked with, but the taller man took some kind of morbid comfort out of Brenton's disturbing aura, almost as if assuring him he wasn't alone. With this in mind (along with the thought that the undertaker looked positively molestable) Riley let his smile widen until it was a frightening grin that mirrored Brenton's own. 

"'Name's Riley. I ain't much, 'jus own the lil' tech support shop in town. 'Was out for a run and stopped to take a lil' break here, nothin' special. "

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ooc note;

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i’ll be taking a very brief hiatus for schoolwork; it won’t be long, only until tuesday afternoon when i go back to school. i missed a whole week of school because medical problems and i’ve been procrastinating so bad. OTL

so, all replies will be done when i get back on tuesday. thank you for understanding!

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Oh my. What a beautiful lady... and she looked of legal age, too. Putting on his winning trademark smirk, he stuffed his hands in his pockets nonchalantly.

"Aye, it's not often I see such a natural beauty like yourself wanderin' around the streets. May I be honored with a name, m'lady~?"

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[ @ chaoscandle ]

Riley was just finishing up his run, his pace dwindling to a light jog, a bright orange towel around his neck, standing out against his otherwise bare chest. He wasn't exactly sure where his run had taken him, but whatever part of Pratus he was in, it was rather shadowy, the trees overhead blocking out the sun. The man thought this ought to be the place he'd stop. 

Sitting at the foot of one of the long, bushy trees, he crossed his legs, leaning his back against the tree. Yanking the towel from around his neck to run it along his forehead and face, Riley surveyed his surroundings in the meantime. It was pretty deserted here, but the more he looked around, the more he recognized where he actually was; on the edges of the forest, near the graveyard and the mortuary. He had heard of the creepy little man who ran said mortuary; so far, he sounded just about as creepy as any undertaker, which didn't really bother him. Right as he thought this, he saw a flash of lavender out of the corner of his eye, causing him to turn his head.

Speak of the devil! The little undertaker himself had stopped at one of the trees, his back turned to Riley, appearing to be watching something, either that or somehow deep in thought. He sure was a cute little thing, but Riley wondered if he was even legal...

Smirking slightly, he decided to have some fun while he could, slinging the towel back around his neck and standing up slowly, making no noise as he did so (stealth was a needed quality for his usual antics) and slowly creeping up behind the younger boy. When he was standing completely behind him, he reached a hand down, pinching his neck quickly between his two semi-long fingernails, attempting to frighten him. 

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Riley had stepped out of his shop temporarily for a bite to eat, deciding to go a bit of ways, since business was slow on this particular day, to eat at one of the more nice restaurants across town. On his way, though, he passed by a rather noisy house. It seemed as if a fight were beginning to break out between two members of the house. And... was that French he heard? Shrugging it off as none of his business, the man walked right on past, forgetting about it the farther he got from the house.

Now, ten minutes later, he was approaching the house once again, and was surprised to find out that he could now hear the yelling even from here. He was intrigued, but apparently not enough to not be distracted; a rather beautiful lady was walking in the opposite direction as he, and he couldn't stop himself from staring, a small smirk playing on his lips as his mind raced to come up with a game plan. He'd comment on how well she was dressed this evening, and then--

Whack! While he was distracted, someone had run into him full force, nearly knocking him over, only saved by his lightning-quick reflexes. Shaking his head to clear the starts that were swirling about in his vision, he looked up at the person who had collided with him, raising an eyebrow.

"Aye, someone's a bit distracted."

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also the inevitable conclusion to piper’s thread.]]

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WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

I like to take a short lil' run, lets me get out all my steam and cool me down, aye.

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Name: Riley Coinneach

Age: 23

Pokemon: Rotom

Region: Pratus

Postion: Tech specialist

Bio: Riley grew up in a fairly standard household--pretty well off (not rich, but definitely higher-middle class) with his mother and father as an only child. His family's Irish heritage (his own father had a strong Irish accent) had rubbed off on them as a whole, becoming a very animated and lively family. He moved away from his home as soon as he was the legal age of 18, his active mind being bored of the same surroundings, moving to Pratus and starting up a small business for technical support, earning a good amount doing so, enough to live a comfortable life there.

Personality: Riley is a very bright individual; he is constantly looking for a challenge in whatever he does. Being very high-maintenance, he is not satisfied unless he's doing something, preferably something productive, like working out or fixing any sort of technological equipment, the latter being something that he is very good at. 

Aside from being extremely intelligent, (one could even say a genius) Riley is extremely flirtatious, shamelessly hitting on anyone even remotely attractive, regardless of gender. It hardly goes beyond that, however, he can count on one hand the amount of times he's felt something more than lust for someone. He has a slight Irish twang that he inherited from his father, and he doesn't bother to hide it; in fact, he believes that it adds to his attractive qualities.

Riley also has a dark and rather creepy side to him, that's only brought to life with someone equally as creepy. All of his dark, morbid desires, leftovers from his brilliant, critically-thinking mind, combine to make this shady, disturbing persona. It'd be advised to steer clear of him when he has that demented twinkle in his eye. 

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