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{citta alveare} | District Alpha| Hunter's Net 3 times

[laedoledo]

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[laedoledo]

I've fallen for you..? [not really] | CA event / Intro

“So cold…” The dull, grey eyes look at the city, blanketed in white in front of him. The gust of cold blows against his body, and the vampire grips the fabric of his shirt. He stands in the foreign city, where he had just arrived not too long ago, confused- a bit hopeless too. He didn’t know anything too much about his situation, only a small gist, and then he is now stuck in a city, separated from the brother’s he knew.

His eyes shifted to look down at the pack of wooden knives he received not too long ago, mixed emotions filled his thoughts about this small gift. Certainly, wooden knives won’t slice as well unless they’re sharpened carefully… Hm… Maybe they can give the skin nasty splinters… He hugs the pack close to him, and trudges along in the snow. He couldn’t help but feel some insecurity in such a large place, especially since he isn’t sure where to go now. He begins to look left, and right, over, and over until he finds another person. Maybe he could ask to find that apartment that was assigned to him… Or something else…

He jerks his head up when he begins to sense someone’s presence. Ah! Perfect! Azusa picks up his pace, the white snow can be heard crunching underneath his shoes as he continues to walk forward to catch up.

“Hey… You… Hey..!” He tries to call out, his pace quickens more. Though, before he could reach anything, he could feel his own foot twisting when it meets the ground. He topples over with a yelp leaving his lips, and falls on the ground. Thankfully, the snow helped his fall for the most part, though he stays still, only moving a bandaged arm out as if he is trying to reach for something, and begins to call out a desperate plea for help, “Please… Don’t leave… Help… Me… Anyone…”

[lamenaming]

For someone in his stupid stupid stupid soccer uniform, this world...was FREEZING. Dangerously so. And that was why he had shed the uniform in favor of some warmer clothes bought with his meager allowance at one of the stores early on. Now, at least, he had a fluffy jacket and actual PANTS to go around in. 

Even with all that, though, he still had no idea where exactly he was going. All there was to do was wade through the snow, continuously. Hunger would be dealt with...when he could find some food. Thirst...? Well, there was water all around him, wasn't there? He'd figure it out...

He was not the person that the vampire ahead was calling out to--he didn't even NOTICE the person ahead in the first place--but he was the one to trip over him before he could realize that the feeble cries for help were coming from right beneath his feet. 

"Wah!"

Kariya did not register why he had just fallen face first into freezing snow until he could force himself up enough to look behind him and all the rising irritation melted into a slight panic. Oh god. Was this person DYING? Did he just trip over a near CORPSE?

"Agh! Don't touch me!" The boy cried, scrambling his feet off the body and curling his knees to his body. What was he supposed to do in this situation!? Help? Run!? "Your skin...it's pale white--and you're ice cold!" His finger pointed, dramatically. Accusingly. "H-how long have you been there? Why do you want my help?" As cold as it was...he was sweating.

"Who are you!?"

[lamenaming]

Open 01 ~ adopt me but not really(?)

[sixthrossius]

He raises an eyebrow at the younger boy, unsure, but quickly empties those thoughts out of his head for now. That really hurt his head… The Rossiun teen silently prays that the aftermath won’t give him a noticeable bruise, or anything of that sort.

“True enough.” He replies with a small nod towards the other teen, “It’s not too problematic, taking care of myself, that is… However, once again, I do appreciate your help.” Ah, he can definitely expect a headache later. How bothersome. No matter, though, he’ll deal with it.

He watches the other kid intently as he retrieves the ball. Violet eyes look down at the ball, then back at the stranger. Huh… Well, that’s a bit odd.

“I haven’t really seen any one around here that are confirmed to have an affinity for soccer.” He states, narrowing his eyes down at Kariya, definitely suspicious, he is!

At the subject change, he shakes his head quickly, and dismisses it with a, “No. All my belongings are with me.” He pauses to slip a hand into his uniform pocket to find his cellphone in there, safe and snug. What a relief.

…

“That uniform seems to match awfully well with the ball.” He states, giving Kariya one more glance out of suspicion. 

[lamenaming]

"Hm? So you can take care of yourself rather well? Does that mean you're pretty well off?" He looked pretty well off...Did that mean he had...the moola?? Some lunch money for him to bully away? Awesome. "Yeah! Any time, of course." Just not actually ever again. 

Holding the ball made him feel right again--though he'd never really admit to how much he liked the sport associated with it--and back in the zone to deal with such accusations as the one heading his way at that moment.

"Huh? Is that right?" His expression almost became distasteful. "'Cause I wasn't aware that anyone around here was confirmed to have an affinity for being a know-it-all." 

How disappointing that there wasn't anything for him to snatch. What a waste of time! What was he supposed to do now? Make an actual friend?? Gross! There wasn't much time to dwell on this, either, as another comment was being tossed his way, bringing his own eyes to narrow suspiciously back at the other boy. 

"Well, duh. I just said I liked soccer, didn't I? Of course I'd be wearing a uniform. That doesn't mean this is my ball. Is that what you're getting at? That's a really rude assumption to make of someone who just helped you out." A finger was brought up to point accusingly at the violet-eyed weirdo. "Don't you expect anything from me next time, Mister....mister..." His eyes darted to the side in frustrated thought, "...Whatever-your-name-is!"

[lamenaming]

Open 01 ~ adopt me but not really(?)

[viosign]

No one in particular, huh? What a joke. What a stupid, fucking, piece of shit of an excuse for a joke. If this little kid, maybe teenager or whatever he was, thought for once second he was getting away with the idea that no one had seen him kick the ball and then run up to blame it on someone else, he was wrong. Dead fucking wrong.

Unluckily for the little shit, the person who was ever so lovingly hit in the face and rebounded straight on his ass was a someone who didn’t take anyone’s bullcrap. He’d been watching the population. Watching each and every person walk past, go into stores, hell even stand and talk to themselves, when he’d spotted something. A little brat with blue hair, a cheesy sports outfit and an expression that looked like he’d been up to no good.

No good was right. After about five seconds of eyeing the punk, there’d been a ball. A ball that the tracker had slowly focused in on coming at his face. Like some sort of shitty movie, maybe one of those movies with the dogs who could play soccer or something off of Disney channel, everything had gone in a motion he hadn’t even known his brain could make. Before he knew it, or before he could even bring up his stupid excuse of a crossbow to shoot the damned thing; it’d had whopped him right in his dirty ass mug.

Bam.

Pain. Annoyance. Downright anger sprinkled with a hotheaded personality roaring and clawing its way to his rationality. He’d been hit by, he’d been struck by, not a criminal, but a fucking stupid ass kid.

"The hell is your problem, punk?" Not even making the effort to take the offered hand out to him, the older shoved himself up and immediately reached to take his offender’s shirt between his grasp. "You think this is some kinda joke? You think hitting me with a fucking football or whatever  that shit was and then acting like you’re some kinda sleazy ass bitch is gonna make me like you?"  A rough shove was made and he puffed himself out, his temper growing by the second. "You best watch yourself before I pop that stupid geek ass look right off your face."

[lamenaming]

Instead of his GRACIOUS HELP being accepted by this large, angry, dirty man, it was aggressively rejected and thrown back in his face with a fist balled in his jersey. Oh dear....oh no....he was kind of terrified. The waves of intimidation rolling off this irrationally acting person sunk deep beneath his skin to make it crawl. 

He was in trouble. 

"Ahh...you're going to wrinkle my shirt..." Was his first response, golden gaze watching the curled fingers so as to avoid looking into those eyes. If he did, his calmness would be disrupted. Though...if his well being began to be threatened, he'd lose it either way. 

It was rather embarrassing that he'd been...caught in his act, but maybe he could still brush it off! Maybe. Possibly. Was there a chance he could get away with this guy's weapon? Nope. Probably not. Way too tough and buff for him! He'd just need to focus on getting away without a black eye, at this rate.

"Look, look, I'm sorry!" Arms flew up to balance himself as he was shoved, trying not to fall on his ass and look like a nerd in the middle of the street (like some people.)

Excuse him? Excuse him???? Did he just get BURNED? "Eh!? You're the one with the geek-ass-look, whatever that means! I was just minding my own business! If you just didn't look like such a target--" Wow. Way to go. "It's like something in me was just compelled to hit you in the face, you know? Maybe you should get that fixed..." burned...

[lamenaming]

Open 01 ~ adopt me but not really(?)

[witchoftheswamps]

     ”Set them aflame, yes. With a spell, preferably. You would recognise a witch when you see one, no?” Of course, her spells were limited in this city, and so she didn’t actually have the ability to set anyone on fire here, but she didn’t feel it would hurt to poke fun at this boy.

     Of course, while she didn’t recognise the uniform for what it was (where she comes from, there are none like it), she did guess that this boy was the one who had kicked the soccer ball at her. It just seemed… the most likely scenario, given his nervousness.

     Morrigan wouldn’t hurt a teenager over something so trivial of course, especially not over something so trivial. A smile crossed her face. “‘Tis a shame indeed. That someone should get away with hitting me in the head like that.”

     She shook the boy’s hand. “I am Morrigan. And my head will be just fine. It was more a surprise than anything. I am uninjured.”

[lamenaming]

A witch? Did she really just say that? It couldn't be right...he must not have heard her correctly. Maybe she called herself a sandwich and he just didn't hear the first part--but that was even MORE unlikely. Still...people couldn't set other people aflame with spells...!

"Y-yeah...a shame." He replied, grasp a little too tight on the female's hand as they shook. "I guess they should be feeling really lucky right now..." Unlike him, who expected to go up in flames at any moment. His eyes were darting from side to side, nervously, a dead giveaway of his actions. Wah...Masaki...you are not being very smooth!

"Mo...Morrigan..?" He tried the word out, thinking it over. Was that a witchy name? Could he be sure? "...." Realizing he was holding on to her hand for too long, he let the grip drop--rather embarrassed. Everything was being ruined...! "Uhhh..."

"Do witches play soccer?" Ah...yes...perfect...

[lamenaming]

Open 01 ~ adopt me but not really(?)

[aztecmaskgolem-blog]

Presently arriving within the nearest sector, folded frame became pleasant while wandering about. It wasn’t what one would expect, but frankly any place to stay would be best.

He hadn’t noticed it, a ball.. that of the figure of a soccer ball coming his way. Before allowing the chance to notice, it had collided with a thump— red faced with embarrassingly disconcert aside, he managed an audibly exhausted expression.

"Ow…"

Already seeking directions to know where the object had struck him from, before an audible voice was heard. Certainly surprised by the others reaction he vowed to find who did this, and have them apologise— if he could.

It was difficult to describe, on the plus side he was thankful someone had seen it.. on the other, he wondered who would do such a thing in a crowded place… aside from his older brother, that is.

"I seem to be fine, I suppose? Aside from the throbbing, it is only to be accepted," Either way he wouldn’t cry over spilt milk— it was only a headache, or something similar! He’d get over it, eventually… "Were you able to see whom this person in question was?" A pause. “It wasn’t very clever for them to kick about a ball in such a crowded area.”

[lamenaming]

Hmm...the person he'd hit seemed to look rather young. This was no good...no good at all! Well, it could do some good. Maybe they had somewhere to go back to and somewhere to stay that he could, mayhaps, also go back to and stay. And if turned out that he didn't...well, he could hit him in the face with his ball again and leave him in the street. Yeah!

But more importantly, that hair color. That familiar, familiar hair color. Who did it remind him of and why did it spark irritation in him? 

Oh. Oh, he remembered.

"Throbbing? What a shame!" He feigned a sympathetic sort of exhale. "You might end up with a bruise, then..." Huh? He wanted to know if he'd seen the person who kicked the ball? Haha! What a nerd; he didn't even know. "I may have seen them, but they just happened to...blend in with the crowd." A small smile lifted at his lips, taunting. How he wanted to taunt this pink headed male like he did a certain senpai in mind.

"Ah...but it was clever if to hit someone was what they aimed for...right?" Another smile. "Maybe it was your hair that made you a target. I did hear someone commenting on it while passing by...so pink! Is it natural?"

[lamenaming]

Open 01 ~ adopt me but not really(?)

[sixthrossius]

The teen fixes the gloves covering his hands as he inspects the general area of the district. Though, it was yet another normal day for Muraku. Well, normal in terms of Hive City normal, of course. Hive City normal usually translates into working hard just about everyday, and he has to admit, it did get exhausting. Hm… He can use a better way of transportation than walking, really.

Being pushed around by other people trying to get pass the short teen always ended up irking him; giving the passersby a look of disapproval as they do such a thing. 

Hmph…

He distances himself from the busy parts of the walk ways, focusing on the article of cloth on his palms.

Though, with a quick click to his head. The Rossiun feels a strong impact against his skull, then all that force lifting immediately once the contact breaks. It all went black just for a few moments, and then the Rossiun opens his eyes; noticing that he had fallen on the ground.

… How embarrassing…

Upon being greeted by a stranger, Muraku almost didn’t acknowledge the other due to being focused on how humiliating his previous fall was, however he does look up at them in dazed confusion.

“Ah.” He speaks up, but instantly falls silence for a moment as he organizes his thoughts after they were scrambled, “… … … It’s alright.”

He takes a moment to look at the greeter. He couldn’t really come up with a judgmental thought since he notices the helping hand straight away- which he takes advantage of.

Once on his feet, he rubs his temple with two of his fingers, “How reckless of them…” Muraku closes his eyes, and lets out a small sigh. He then comments, “I wonder if the perpetrator will ever want their ball returned to them-” He looks over at the other kid that helped him, “I appreciate the help.”

[lamenaming]

Dang! This guy was really disoriented, he noted, after going to help him up. All the better, really. The more confused they were, the less they could tell just what had hit them. But...ah...this person...oh no!

LAME! He THOUGHT he'd been aiming for someone older, but it looks like he got this weird kid instead. They didn't even look that much older than him...how was he supposed to get anything out of this guy but lunch money? 

Not to mention that mullet was just--

"No Biggie!" He replied, once again reminding the world that the great rapper was gone.  "I just wanted to make sure you were going to be okay...after all, it's so rude for people to think they can just do that, right? No one else even came to your aid..." Must have been the hair that deterred him. If he'd noticed beforehand, he'd have been out of there, too. Smh.

Casual footsteps were taken towards the discarded soccer ball, picking it up and twirling it between his palms with a slight frown. "Ah, ah, ah...they don't deserve to have this back at all! I think I'll keep it. I quite like soccer!" Ah, yes...Kariya Masaki, you are one smooth motherfucker.

"Did you drop anything?" The boy now asked, teal hair falling over his eyes as he leaned over to scan the ground. "A cellphone...keys...wallet...?" Anything he could...grab and run off with...

[lamenaming]

Open 01 ~ adopt me but not really(?)

[witchoftheswamps]

     Morrigan had been minding her own business (really!) when she was hit in the back of the head with a soccer ball.

     Not that she knew what a soccer ball specifically was, of course, but she did know something had hit her. And the surprise hit was enough to knock her to the ground. Shameful, that, but it had happened and she couldn’t just pretend it hadn’t.

     She reached behind her for her mage’s staff and brought it forward, looking around for the attacker.

     But she didn’t see one. She did see a child, however. And he was offering to help her up. She accepted the hand up and dusted herself off, replacing the staff. Morrigan wasn’t going to attack a child without good reason.

     ”I am fine. ‘Tis fortunate that ball did not hit me harder. Did you see who threw it? I may have to set them aflame.”

[lamenaming]

Just his luck! He'd hit a pretty lady with his incredible kicking skills. Oh, Masaki. You winner, you! He quickly noted the odd staff she'd pulled out, though did not think much of it other than it possibly being some sort of cane to whack people with. Maybe this person was a lot older than they seemed? Ah, well!

"S...set them aflame?" He repeated, glancing quickly down to his SOCCER UNIFORM and beginning to sweat. Maybe she wouldn't notice or put two and two together...! Yeah, he'd be fine! Besides, how was she going to set him on fire? Magic? 

"Uhm...nope! Don't see them anywhere." He smiled, trying to hide the sudden nervous expression on his features. "Must have known you were going to set them on fire and made a run for it! What a shame..." Regaining his composure completely, Kariya held out a hand. "Nice to meet you, however! I'm Kariya Masaki, will your head be okay?"

[lamenaming]

Open 01 ~ adopt me but not really(?)

This was his home? Really? What kind of treatment was this? At least he had...his soccer ball...but still. This sucked.

Kariya raked his eyes over the pitiful sight before him one more time, golden eyes narrowing. He turned away and, after a moment of hesitation, left the area completely.

Maybe he could pretend he didn't even have a home assigned there (not like it was much of one anyway.) Maybe he could get someone else to let him move in with them...Yes. That was a good idea. He could so manage that!

Though, first, he had to establish some Positive Relationships. Starting with...that person, right over there!

Taking his ball between his hands, he took a moment to ready, aim, and -- drop -- fire! Right into the poor stranger's face. Then, he rushed over and held a hand out to help them up. 

"Oh...are you alright? I saw you get hit with that person's ball!" A dark glare was sent over his shoulder to no one in particular in the crowd of bustling people. 

"Some people, right?"

[arkew]

MG