don't beg for things

"do it yourself, or else you won't get anything." [ affiliated with citta alveare ] - rocking it out in apartment R-3 - hovering skateboard

[skyfishhero]

Everything Sucks (OP)

[lazylazyfairy-blog]

The boy seemed to be in pain, mumbling to himself and clenching his head, but once his eyes opened to see Yui he suddenly froze. Uh oh, did he hit his head too too hard?!

“A-Ah! I’m perfectly fine! In tip top shape!” 

“Doesn’t look like it.”

Suddenly the male slunk from underneath the brunette, standing and patting himself down to show he really was alright. Curious, Yui stood and tilted her head to the side, Well, there was a rather large bump on the back of the teens head. How curious, how curious…

She wanted to poke it.

Trying to be inconspicuous, the older teen quietly stepped around the blue-eyed boy, quickly bringing up her arm and poking the welt that had swelled from the high fall quite hard.

“Touched it!!” She claimed victoriously.

Victory was so sweet.

[skyfishhero]

Looks like this crowd was harder to please than the ones he was used to. Oh wait he had never been the center of any kind of good attention, nor had a crowd to enjoy his presence. Well, everyone always had to start somewhere. He might as well start with one and work his way up from there.

Instead of trying to convince her that he was fine after crashing to the ground he would prefer to impress her with his reffing skills. 

"A-A fall like that is nothing to someone like me!"

The strong act would start now. His stance growing wider as he beat a fist lightly against his chest. A little lighter next time might be for the best, that was painful.

"In fact I've done way more dangerous things and survived falls that you couldn't even imagine seeing someone do. Like just the other day I--"

So wrapped up in his attempted impressing was Renton that he didn't notice his target audience had been moving around him. Her concern had been true but her real goal for getting close to him was made apparent with the gab to his head.

The pain being too much for the youth to hide. His hands clutching desperately at the source of impact, body bending over slightly.

"What did you do that for?!"

[qaworu-deactivated20130618]

Oh my. [open yea]

Any son of Adam will happily contest to the notion that Lilin are batshit crazy. They’re so horribly weak and ponder from dawn to dusk, pondering the what’s and how’s, and always ask why’s when given their answer. Kaworu supposes he was once prone to thinking such things, too.

Lilin are always struggling for something they cannot achieve. They take and take, and take even more when there is nothing left.

And yes, there is of course something inherently absurd about this behavior— but there is also a strange sort of intrigue that Kaworu finds in the Lilin’s self inflicted suffering. He’s inevitably fascinated by it all; it seems as if the Lilin almost search for sadness in themselves.

As it would turn out, they look for sadness in others, too.

That’s the conclusion the young (?) Angel comes to after the whole spiel on the television is finished and he finds himself in his apparently new and rather rancid smelling residence. Hm. The— ah, what was it? A researcher of some sort?

He had some sort of blood smeared all about his gloves. That’s a mildly disconcerting thing to remember; something tells him this may be a dangerous environment, to say the least. It would be best to keep himself armed.

Kaworu blinks slowly and turns the splintering toy sword about in his slender, ivory hand. This barely constitutes as armed— but beggars can’t be choosers, and Kaworu supposes there’s no point sweating over a situation that’s entirely out of his control.

Perhaps it would be best to play along with these Lilin gods and make good on the not-so-daunting task of consorting with fellow civilians. This place is positively bustling, putrid with the odor of Lilin permeating every last bit of hefty air.

“Excuse me,” his voice stays level, and his smile subtle. “My name is Kaworu.”

The Angel’s palm rests upon the passerby. Haha, talk about the right hand of God— Er, anyway.

“I’d like to be your friend.”

[skyfishhero]

So far he didn't know what to make of this city. By now any normal youth would've grown homesick, but those feelings were not developing inside him. This place was pretty out there and run down to boot, but it was far more exciting than Bellforest. At least to a point. The constant flow of events was nice. Some of them he would rather do without participating in or viewing.

From lovely street performances to fights out in the middle of the street. If one thing was for certain the other people who he was held up with were crazy.

"I... I didn't even do anything wrong... I'm just a kid."

He'd been fighting off the sniffles for quite some time now. A small booger begging for freedom with each breath. Only to be sucked right back in when another desperate inhale was taken. 

No, he would not cry he would man up and become strong. Even if so far all the tough people in the area were going behind bars, maybe he wanted to be behind them with them! At least Renton would gain some company that way, some respect would be nice to.

So busy imagining his life of misery to be was he that he did not here the first approach at conversation being made. No his mumbles were of far more importance till real contact was made. Shoulders tightening as body shot up right.

"W-Wait a minute I haven't done anything wrong, I swear!"

There was high doubt that anyone carried such a look as him at this very moment. So they had finally come for him as well, a bit premature but it was probably best to arrest before a crime actually happened.

Wait a minute something was a little off here.

"My... friend?"

For being a boy that had never had such a thing this might be turning into a blessing in disguise. Eyelids flapping away believing that with enough blinks the boy before him would vanish and reveal an empty street again.

[kaynethebird-blog]

hello friends i am here [renton]

[kaynethebird-blog]

Many reactions the bird had expected and that one wasn’t particular.. well, not entirely unexpected. He did tilt his head though, staring at the boy who had spoken to him. Well, well, Dera understood it, he understood it entirely. Oh those humans.

“Are you sure? I might be of great use to you and you won’t get this opportunity a second time in your life.” Not waiting for another response, Dera then gathered all his strength to fly at least that little distance to land on the boy’s head. The feathery dweller of Hive City was still a noble and having to look up to someone else didn’t feel quite appropriate.

“There is no need to hide your true feelings! I can completly see your true desires. Now walk forth, I need to get something in my stomach.”

[skyfishhero]

So this was a bird. They way it looked at him sorta gave him the creeps. He didn't remember the ones pictured in this textbook being so human like.

"Well that's true. I've never actually seen a bird befo--"

Wait a minute he was talking to the thing, and it was actually talking back. He hadn't been hearing things. A look of total shock coming on the boy's face as he tried to comprehend the situation he was now getting into.

And now it was on his head.

"You're sorta heavy you know."

Renton groaned softly while trying to keep himself balanced from this extra talking weight. This certainly wasn't going to be good for his neck in the long run. It might even hinder is growth! Yet he was still a boy, and not man enough to speak his own mind. When ordered to walk he could do nothing more but walk. His cheeks tinting slightly at what the bird had to say next.

"A-As if you would actually know, you're just a bird.... What's your name anyway?"

If he talked like a human then surely he gave himself a name too right?

[nronqsr-blog]

♔Divinity

Nero was no stranger to worlds built upon falsehoods. She was but a construct of the SERAPH’s will, after all, illustrated for the sole purpose of acting as gallant sword chained in servitude. However, save for a few unsavory notes, the emperor held no ill-bearings towards this fact. Despite subsisting in what was nothing more than an abstract concept of ones and zeros, souls and minds, the memories produced were of a wealth that gold and silver could never hope to achieve.

A copy is made for it was enamored by the original. It is that which strives for beauty, for acceptance. With this apologia.. imitations, too, were magnificent.

Whether Hive City would be granted this same respect had yet to be confirmed.

Her viridian eyes had scoped this simulated land, memorizing any and all important particulars that she could recognize before her golden-clad feet had brought her to the cultural sector. Rather than thrill herself with the bazaar of liquescent ethnics, Nero had chosen instead a quiet reprieve in one of the many shrines that filled the area. Uncharacteristic of her, perhaps, but a moment to rest and ponder would do her good before she engaged in any banter.

Gracing her gaze, a throne embellished by crimson decorations beckoned the artist. With a mirthful smile and a few click-clacks of steps, Nero seated herself on the seat made for the gods, for surely no person were more deserving than she.

And now it would seem the self-proclaimed ‘goddess’ had already received the first trickle of her audience. Immaculate timing.

“Mm? Speak your desires, courageous guest. Fortuna has guided another fate into my hands… tell me of your enchantments, your dreams,  your aspirations! And perhaps… I shall bestow them upon you, o’ illustrious one.”

Yes. She so did enjoy theatrics, especially upon unsuspecting parties.

She deserved a spot of fun.

[skyfishhero]

Having found himself to just be plain miserable in this town, he hadn't thought to look where he had ended up. The surroundings having gone from the slums to a more... classy appeal.Something that a boy of the slums found rather uncomfortable being in.

It wasn't like he could turn himself around though and head right back to his familiar trash. No he was now stuck to walk among those of a higher living than himself. A sigh escaping the boy's mouth as he took a moment to stop in front of a statue. His eyes taking a glance over the work in a bit of awe. The woman in red upon a throne looked so realistic. He wasn't one to enjoy art but even he knew this was a true beauty to behold.

And then the beauty spoke.

With her eyes looking upon him he couldn't help but flinch back a bit. If that woman was real what was she even doing up there, was she allowed to be sitting there?!

"M-My desires?"

Now that was a strange thing to ask of him. He desired a lot of things in life. To stop living in the shadow of his father, to move out of his grandpa's house, to meet the great Holland Novak, to finally find love-- The list went on.

"I don't think what I want would be easy for you to help me with miss..."

[dissonantsmile-blog]

too ordinary. [open]

Freedom. A word greatly treasured by humans, the definition of which had been unknown to her. By some ironic twist of fate, getting trapped in a social experiment, in a closed city, let her achieve it. With the atrocities plaguing her body sealed, and nobody to govern her life, Sakura received free will as an unforeseen gift.

Having changed from her school uniform to the clothes given to her by scientists, she wandered aimlessly around the first real room of her own. All basic needs satisfied, the apartment was perfectly suited for living comfortably. An urge to try doing something new led her to the lobby, only to realize she had nowhere to go. In the end, she sat on the front door stairs, inhaling polluted air and staring blankly into space.

“What should I do now, I wonder…” She voiced her concerns out loud to no one in particular, unaware of a stranger who actually listened.

[skyfishhero]

He'd been at it for a couple hours now. The board giving to him by the scientists resembled his own greatly but after a couple flights it became obvious they were not the same. Some concern had been had at first towards this realization. He had after all spent many hours trying to recreate his idol's ref board.

Still this board wasn't that bad, he was still able to fly around with it. Though there didn't seem to be any trapar in this city the thing was catching some kind of wave.

It was always around this time that Renton would give up his attempts and head back to the complex everyone here was supposed to now call home. There was something different though about this day.

"Are you okay sis?"

She looked older than him, not a girl but a woman. A look of concern coming to his face as he reached her on the steps. Normally he didn't talk to strangers but he could not call himself a man-to-be if he ignored someone like this.

[badassemori-blog]

Cringing with embarassment, Akane shot the first person passing by. A single marshmallow hit their forehead and fell down on the ground.

[skyfishhero]

He had been trying his hardest to mind his own business in this town, yet at every turn there was only misfortune awaiting the poor fourteen year old boy. He was only trying to turn the corner onto the street when something was suddenly upon him. The shot too fast to fully take in but he could have sworn he saw a chick with a gun.

And then the pain hit him square in the head. Renton falling to his rump with a shrill cry while clutching at his face. He'd been shot, shot right in the head, was this finally the end for him?!

[skyfishhero]

Everything Sucks (OP)

[lazylazyfairy-blog]

Yui’s attention was caught just as she heard a young boy complain about his age. Or something like that.

Should… should she say hi? Perhaps not, the younger boy looked quite frustrated with his situation, maybe… maybe it was better to leave him alone. However it was just then Yui noticed the strange-looking object in his hand, and he seemed to regard it with much thought. More thought then she could ever process anyway. Interested, the teen watched from afar and he stood on it— oh! It floated up!

And up!

And up!!

And up..! And… up… Oh dear, he was so high now, Yui had to walk forward a bit and squint to make the 14-year-old out. Suddenly, he want all wibbly-wobbly and fell, fell from so up high!! Concerned, the bubbly brunette ran up to him. Crouching and leaning over, she knitted her eyebrows in concern.

“You flew way up high! And then you fell!” Yui stated the obvious. “Are you okay?!”

[skyfishhero]

Well for being of the undead he now knew that his skills on a ref board had not improved at all. That, and he probably wasn't dead at all. The pain being an easy reminder to his body that things were still working in him and hated him for his lack of balance on flying objects.

"Man... this really does suck...."

The youth complained to himself while grabbing at his head in pain, not quite noticing that he had an audience to his feat. Not until she spoke that was. His flashing open in a second with a gaped mouth to boot. 

A girl, it was a girl. How uncool he must've looked there.

"A-Ah! I'm perfectly fine! In tip top shape!" 

Renton squirmed to his feet as he spoke, a nervous laugh escaping as he patted down random parts of his body as if to emphasize this point.

[kaynethebird-blog]

hello friends i am here [renton]

An experiment! Why yes, of course those people were interested in him as participant in that! Not every day you had the chance to meet someone as noble as him. Surely his excellent behaviour and his charme were interesting to watch and to learn from. If he was lucky, he would even be able to finally find a bride for  his prince. 

But what mattered now.. he needed to present himself to the others! That was what everyone was waiting for, being his friend and enjoying his lovely presence.

“Don’t despair any longer!” Dera began his announcement, walking; no walking was an understatement, he was flouncing slowly on the sidewalk in all his pride, making elegant movements with his wings. 

Finally the bird hopped on a hydrant, since his height wasn’t really helping and maybe some people would miss that he was even here or wonder where his voice was coming from. A bird as him was much, much smaller than an average human being, that was the sad truth.

“There is enough Dera Mochimazzi for all of you. I understand that many of you, especially the young ladies, can’t wait to spend time with me, but I promise you that I will find time for all of you!” Dera finished his announcement  and winked at those whose attention he had gained (probably because he’s a talking bird).

[skyfishhero]

Now he knew this place was a little off from the start but what was happening before him now seemed a bit extreme. Renton had only been minding his own business, walking the sidewalks with no place to go, when he started hearing a strange squawking sound.Of course any young man would find interest in this and head straight to the source. What that was though, he really wasn't sure.

He'd originally thought it to just be a toy of some sort but it was actually an animal. On top of that it wasn't even random noises coming from it but the actual human language. Though he'd never actually seen one in the flesh before, if he remembered right from school this was a creature called a bird.

"They weren't supposed to talk though, were they?"

A question more for himself than the bird of the people around. The people who seemed to be ignoring the creature. Was he the only one that could see him?

And then it happened, the wink. A wink directed at him which caused the boy to cringe in ways he never felt possible.

"I-I don't think I need any of you!"

[skyfishhero]

Everything Sucks (OP)

The city of Bellforest-- LOOKED NOTHING LIKE THIS!

Here he had thought The Zone was playing tricks on him but maybe this strange new city was real after all? His last known good memory was being attacked by the mysterious black LFO in the sky. His brain learning what it felt like to be a fried egg in a pan. Wait, maybe this wasn't a new world or The Zone after all but he was just dead?

"You've got to be kidding me, I'm too young to die. I'm only fourteen years old!"

What else could he do but scream this out to the tall buildings above. Here he'd taken the scientists from before as a joke and just brushed them all off. Now he wished that he'd responded to them in the first place. For all he knew they were the messengers from the great beyond!

"But wait... I still have my ref board...?"

A very grand mystery this was all turning out to be for him. He was too young to have to be thinking this hard. Still the fact remained that if he was dead why exactly was his board with him? It could only mean one thing, he was alive.

The thing looked a little different but whatever, that didn't stop Renton from jumping on it in an instant. In that very same instant he realized that appearances can be deceiving and this board was quite different. How he rose into the sky, higher and higher, till losing his balance like normal and crashing down to the earth below.

[skyfishhero]

WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

“I’d want to be on the Gekko-Go so I could meet Holland. Man that would be amazing!”