Welcome to the supernatural creature's haven, Kinau. Kinau is a fictitious town on the O'ahu island of Hawaii. Why supernaturals have congregated in the island city is still unknown, but the inhabitants, human and supernatural alike, are learning to adjust to their new reality.
This site aims for a supernatural spin on a slice-of-life city, complete with an academy and college to ensure everyone has a place here.
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the valentines dance is open to all. staff will post a starting thread and you can post an entry or make a thread of your own. the dance will take place near the beach. its all outdoors with the dance floor being in large pavilion.
for those that show up without a date. fret not. we have a little sign up sheet for blind dates.
if you don't want your character to participate in the blind date, don't worry they can still be part of the dance.
apart from the dance there will be food/drinks and of course access to the beach.
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01/29 we have a new skin! a new species and are now accepting gradeschoolers incase anyone feels like making younger characters!
Chikato is an ex gang member. He has a very foul mouth and a short temper on top of that. He is very violent and hates listening to others which expkains why he failed his senior year
Post by Chikato Arary on Jan 17, 2017 3:24:07 GMT -5
I created the Sound of Madness
I'm so sick of this tombstone mentality, If there's an afterlife, Then it'll set you free. But I'm not gonna part the seas You're a self-fulfilling prophecy. You think that crying to me, Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe, You've been infected by a social disease. Well, then take your medicine. I created the sound of madness. Wrote the book on pain. Somehow I'm still here, To explain, That the darkest hour never comes in the night. You can sleep with a gun. When you gonna wake up. When you gonna wake up and fight?
Chikato was pissed off. He was beyond pissed off actually. The fact that the school had told him they was sending him to therapy because apparently the students counselor didn't want to see him after last times 'incident.' He couldn't help but to yell and ask why he even had to go. That he wasn't about to pay to see some crack of a doctor. But it seemed as if he had no choice. Which of course just made him worse because there was no way he was going. If they wanted to kick him out of school then so be it. It wouldn't be hurting him really. Well yes it would considering this was the only place he had to live and if he was kicked out then he'd be on the streets probably or transfered to a different school. Either way there a no way he was going. He didn't need to have someone thinking there was something wrong with him just because he had really bad anger management issues. Hell the more they tried to tell him why, the more he started cursing at them. So naturally he stormed off saying screw them, that there was no way in hell he was going to do that.
That is to say until a certain Brunette came up to him. Seeing them beautiful green eyes he knew him from anywhere. Snorting roughly he found himself rolling his eyes. "Figures hey send the little pet down here." Now sure they was friends but he was really mad right now and didn't want to deal with no one right now. He knew if Miko had said the right thing he would snap at the poor kid. surely enough when he heard Mikoni telling him that he had to go.. Well the next thing he knew he had Mikoni slammed against a locker, his hand next to the boys head and Miko squirming under him. Damn it there he went again. There he went getting Chikato to laugh and grin. This boy really was fascinating to him. even even Chikato threaten to hurt him he said 'im not scared' or 'im not nervous' even when he was trembling. So needless to say the boy had actually caught his attention to the point where his anger had faded and he was willing to listen to him. Well after allot of foul words. When Mikoni explained if he didn't go then he'd be kicked out. "Who cares. "You promised to protect me from the other bullies. How am i suppose to get through the day without you watching out for me?" hearing that he found himself 'tsk'ing' and snatching the paper from his friends hand. "Fine. Just this once."
He didn't know why he was so angry because with this note he got out of his last two classes, so it wasn't like it should be a big deal. But he didn't like the thought of someone telling him what his problems was. He knew what his problems was. He liked his problems. He wasn't about to change for no one. What did this damn thing even say anyways? After getting on the bus to head down town he found his eye twitching. Why? Because his lovely little friend had to put a little note on the paper didn't he? He was going to kill him. He was going to bite him so hard that he tasted blood. "Have patience with him, he's really kind and respectful underneath." Then he put his number incase Chi got out of hand? Oh he was going to kill him, he was going to actually hit him this time! Great, as soon as he got off the bus he was already pissed off and wanting to hit something. He was sure this was going to go over great with who ever it was he was seeing. Man this was just wonderful. He was now going to have to explain why he was so mad, why he wanted to bite his friend, why he wanted to hit something. She sure the hell did have her hands full today. Walking into the building he just snorted when he was asked his name. "Chikato Arary." He replied with a snarl, seeing the woman looking at him like he had more then one problem he buzzed Siran saying his one o-clock appoiment was here.
Siran was raised by a single mother. She worked hard and instilled this into her daughter as well. As a child, she was always anxious seemingly without cause. This concerned her mother, who tried very hard to help ease her anxiety, eventually helping her develop a routine for herself. While it did help, it also damaged a lot of possible relationships and friendships for her. As long as she kept to her schedule, she felt stable. As she grew she found a strong desire to help others who may have similar problems and when she grew up, she attended college to become a therapist. Having recently graduated, she began to job hunt, finally landing one in Kinau. The move caused her a lot of worry, and she spent the first few weeks trying to adjust. While she enjoys the new city, and is hopeful to make friends, she has trouble swaying from her norm. It's something she hopes to overcome eventually.
Post by Siran Engman on Jan 20, 2017 10:23:08 GMT -5
TAGGED: Chikato Arary NOTES: Working on getting a template atm
Siran looked over her notes from her last patient. The woman had a lot of issues, but she knew if she wasn't able to use what tools Siran gave her, there was truly no reason for her to keep coming. She sighed, rubbing her temple as she tried to decide what she should do with the situation. There was a buzz, the front desk notifying her that the next appointment was there. She took a moment to refresh her memory. He was new.
She let out another sigh, standing up to straighten out her suit, before replying that he should be sent in. Grabbing her notebook, she moved to a chair, facing a couch, waiting for him to enter the room. Pasting her professional smile on her face, she motioned for him to sit when she saw him, offering him a friendly, "Welcome." Turning to a new page, she wrote something down. "Now, I know why my notes say that you're here, but, can you tell me why you think you're here?" she questioned, curious at how he would reply.
Chikato is an ex gang member. He has a very foul mouth and a short temper on top of that. He is very violent and hates listening to others which expkains why he failed his senior year
Post by Chikato Arary on Jan 20, 2017 21:43:04 GMT -5
I created the Sound of Madness
I'm so sick of this tombstone mentality, If there's an afterlife, Then it'll set you free. But I'm not gonna part the seas You're a self-fulfilling prophecy. You think that crying to me, Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe, You've been infected by a social disease. Well, then take your medicine. I created the sound of madness. Wrote the book on pain. Somehow I'm still here, To explain, That the darkest hour never comes in the night. You can sleep with a gun. When you gonna wake up. When you gonna wake up and fight?
When he was told to go on in he found himself annoyed. Great now it was real. He was so hoping that she was busy and he could leave but of course he couldn't get that lucky. He was not crazy! So why did he have to come here again? Rolling his eyes he just walked in and decided he might as well get this hell over with. After all it was only for an hour right? If she tried to make it two he was going to go insane and snap at her. slamming the paper down on the table for her he flopped right in the seat. stretching himself out even as he tossed his hands behind his head, ignoring the fact his referral paper was slightly crumpled from him clenching his fist around it. He really wasn't happy at all right now and anyone could see by the way he was stretched out and his eyes closed trying to calm himself down. He didn't need to give her more of a reason to tell him to keep coming back now did she? No because he wouldn't come next time! This time he only did because his friend guilted him into it.
"Because people are so fucking stupid and think i have a mother fucking problem just because i have so much rage that i slammed someone's head into a locker for messing with what wasn't theirs." Great start. He was already starting out on a positive note now wasn't he? Grinning a bit to himself he just shook the thought out of his head. He didn't need to be laughing about the whole thing or he would seem like a mental case. Looking over at her, he let his red eyes. Crimson eyes even, pierce her. "Why are you here? Does listening to others problems make you feel better?" That seemed nice enough right? Asking if she liked helping others? Well just wait he wasn't finished yet. "Knowing that everyone is crazy and it makes you feel like a god by helping us huh? Well i don't need your fucking help. I'm fine how i am goddess. If you want a pity case to make your fucking, shit of a life, better then by all means go and find a hopeless mess that has some real damn issues because lady. I don't give a fucking hell what your dumb ass says. Your all just bitches that want's to make money off others problems." There it was, that was the foul mouth teen.
Even when he seemed like he was going to be nice he would start spitting out venom. Grinning a bit he just gave a soft snort as he got more comfortable. Maybe if he was.. well himself she would just tell him to leave and never come back. Oh he liked the sound of that. He would love to be excused and never have to deal with others thinking they knew what was best for him. Raising hand up to his mouth he yawned. The extended hand, she'd notice was wrapped, showing off it had been hurt. Although the wrap wasn't like any normal one. It was a more childish one, a cartoon designed bandage that clearly didn't match his personality at all so it was clear someone else had to wrapped it and been taking care of the boys wound. Laying there he had to admit he was actually not hating it, maybe he could fall asleep and nap if she didn't talk to much he could enjoy this hour out of classes.
Siran was raised by a single mother. She worked hard and instilled this into her daughter as well. As a child, she was always anxious seemingly without cause. This concerned her mother, who tried very hard to help ease her anxiety, eventually helping her develop a routine for herself. While it did help, it also damaged a lot of possible relationships and friendships for her. As long as she kept to her schedule, she felt stable. As she grew she found a strong desire to help others who may have similar problems and when she grew up, she attended college to become a therapist. Having recently graduated, she began to job hunt, finally landing one in Kinau. The move caused her a lot of worry, and she spent the first few weeks trying to adjust. While she enjoys the new city, and is hopeful to make friends, she has trouble swaying from her norm. It's something she hopes to overcome eventually.
Siran grabbed the paper from where he'd tossed it and looked it over. Already from the crumpled mess she could tell he had some anger in him. Perhaps she could figure out the reason why. He had made himself at home on her sofa. So far so good...or so she believed. As soon as he opened his mouth, he unleashed a slew of obscenities at her. This was definitely going to be a long hour. As he spoke, she made notes, simply listening at first, even as he berated her.
Finally, once it seemed his tirade had ended, she opened her mouth to speak. "I am not sure what a God would feel like," she began, "I am simply here to help others help themselves. I listen, give advice on occasion, but mostly, I am a safe place for people to open up and figure out their problems." She tapped the pen to her chin a moment. "Let's say you're right, and you don't have a problem. That's good, right? But everyone needs to talk now and again. This is a good place to do so. It's confidential, so everything we talk about will be completely private." She knew that probably wouldn't help, he seemed to angry to care in her opinion, but looking him over, she thought of a good place to start. Pointing towards his bandages, she started, "I see you've injured your hand. That's a cute bandage you've got. I assume it isn't something you would have chosen for yourself? Why don't you tell me about the person who patched you up?"
Chikato is an ex gang member. He has a very foul mouth and a short temper on top of that. He is very violent and hates listening to others which expkains why he failed his senior year
Post by Chikato Arary on Jan 23, 2017 16:13:33 GMT -5
I created the Sound of Madness
I'm so sick of this tombstone mentality, If there's an afterlife, Then it'll set you free. But I'm not gonna part the seas You're a self-fulfilling prophecy. You think that crying to me, Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe, You've been infected by a social disease. Well, then take your medicine. I created the sound of madness. Wrote the book on pain. Somehow I'm still here, To explain, That the darkest hour never comes in the night. You can sleep with a gun. When you gonna wake up. When you gonna wake up and fight?
Hearing safe place he scoffed. Yeah right what kind of safe place was this? who would want to be asked a million questions when they was in a safe place? Oh well. He'd roll with it. Maybe if she spoke more then him the the hour would pass quickly. Laying there he just found himself relaxing slightly. "Of course i don't have a fucking problem." That was alive. He knew he had allot of problems but he wasn't about to spill his heart out to someone he didn't even want to be around. Although.. if he did then maybe she would leave him alone once she realized what his problem was. Smirking a bit to himself he decided against it. Having one know about it was bad enough as it was. He didn't need two busy bodies annoying him.
Injured hand? Opening his eyes he looked at the weird cartoon bandage, for a slight second he found himself actually smiling before tossing it back against his head. a grin replaced his soften smile. "Don't know what your talking about. Just something the damn nurse had on hand. It's nothing special." Lies! Hew as lying. It wasn't a nurse that had tended to his hand. It was a -pretty little green eyed that he was starting to hang around more. "Why does it fascinate you? I can ask the nurse later for some for you. I'm sure they wont give a flying fuck." To be honest he couldn't even say that he knew what gender the school nurse was. He had never been there, he normally let his own wounds heal with a lazily cover up job.
Although he felt like messing with her a bit.. looking over at her he grinned. "What? Are you expecting me to go all happy. Smile and fluster and say something like them fucking cheesy school girl bitches? 'oh that was this realllly cute boy that i liked. He seen my hand was all injured and he wanted to help me. he had the cutest eyes to die for.' " Snorting to himself as he tried to mimic how he heard other girls squealing about their crush made him laugh. Throwing his legs over the side of the sofa, he leaned forward to get in her face. "Want to see why i have an injured hand? I can show your dumbass and you won't he acting like its some big mystery." Even if he did show her. He wasn't going to admit how it came to be or why it almost looked like a hand wrapping around his own. That was none of her business after all.
Siran was raised by a single mother. She worked hard and instilled this into her daughter as well. As a child, she was always anxious seemingly without cause. This concerned her mother, who tried very hard to help ease her anxiety, eventually helping her develop a routine for herself. While it did help, it also damaged a lot of possible relationships and friendships for her. As long as she kept to her schedule, she felt stable. As she grew she found a strong desire to help others who may have similar problems and when she grew up, she attended college to become a therapist. Having recently graduated, she began to job hunt, finally landing one in Kinau. The move caused her a lot of worry, and she spent the first few weeks trying to adjust. While she enjoys the new city, and is hopeful to make friends, she has trouble swaying from her norm. It's something she hopes to overcome eventually.
She managed to catch a glimpse of a smile before he swapped it to something more...menacing, perhaps. For a moment she swore he might have opened up were he not so careful. Maybe cautious was a better word. Siran made a few more notes on him, making sure to keep calm. Someone had once warned her about those who would try her patience. Taking a deep breath, she listened to his excuses about the nurse and was about to comment, when he began imitating school girls.
Bingo. "That was oddly specific," she began, "You tell me. Did the cute boy who bandaged your hand have cute eyes?" It was mere assumption based off context clues, but she would run with it. His last statement sounded like a threat. Her head tilted at him. "What makes you want to hit me? As far as I know I haven't done anything to you except speak with you. Does that offend you?" she asked, Siran knew she might have been "poking the bear", but if it led them in the right direction, it might be a worthwhile tactic.
Chikato is an ex gang member. He has a very foul mouth and a short temper on top of that. He is very violent and hates listening to others which expkains why he failed his senior year
Post by Chikato Arary on Jan 31, 2017 17:04:30 GMT -5
I created the Sound of Madness
I'm so sick of this tombstone mentality, If there's an afterlife, Then it'll set you free. But I'm not gonna part the seas You're a self-fulfilling prophecy. You think that crying to me, Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe, You've been infected by a social disease. Well, then take your medicine. I created the sound of madness. Wrote the book on pain. Somehow I'm still here, To explain, That the darkest hour never comes in the night. You can sleep with a gun. When you gonna wake up. When you gonna wake up and fight?
"That was oddly specific," What? Wiping his head around to look at her so quick it was certain that would probably hurt later. What did she say? Had he really just fucked up? "Did the cute boy who bandaged your hand have cute eyes?" Damn it he knew he shouldn't have mention them eyes. Feeling his own eye twitching he needed to get this back in his favor! There was no way she was going to get anything out of him. No he'd much rather cause a scene then tell anyone anything. "The fuck you say?" He snapped at her.
Slamming his hands on the desk. he didn't flinch, he didn't acknowledge how much pain just shot through his whole arm from slamming his injured hand on a table. No he'd deal with that later when he was alone. Damn burns was sensitive to things wasn't it? "You calling me a homo now? You fucking bitch! I don't like guys. I don't like girls either. Especially dumb bitches that think they know everything!" If she thought he was going to open up easy then she was wrong. He didn't even like to open up to the cute green eyes himself.
Although.. he had to admit he did not see that one coming. He didn't know how he managed to fall into her trap. He wasn't the one to be manipulated that easy... so he really did need to watch how he answered things or he really would be screwed over. After all he wasn't really lying, he wasn't really all that attracted to either gender. It took a lot for Chikato to even consider you as someone he'd like let alone want to be with. So he couldn't say he was gay, straight or bisexual.
Till recently he hadn't even gave no one a second glance. "Yeah it really does." He responded as soon as the question was asked. He didn't like being questioned he didn't like even being in a place like this but apparently it was a school order and he had no choice. "I told you already. I don't like this shit. I don't fucking want to be here and you fucking know what? I don't like your dumbass either. I don't have a damn problem and i don't like being fucking treated like i do. Let alone have some dumb ass bitch say i'm gay just because some guy did wrap my hand for me!"
Shit. Slapping his forehead he gave up. How did she manage that for a second time?! He was the one talking this time! He should have known when to stop talking. Flopping back in the couch he decided that was the last straw, he was done talking. He was just going to let her talk and forget about trying to talk. He didn't trust his mouth no more. Giving an almost blank look now he wondered why he couldn't shut up when he was 'ahead'
Siran was raised by a single mother. She worked hard and instilled this into her daughter as well. As a child, she was always anxious seemingly without cause. This concerned her mother, who tried very hard to help ease her anxiety, eventually helping her develop a routine for herself. While it did help, it also damaged a lot of possible relationships and friendships for her. As long as she kept to her schedule, she felt stable. As she grew she found a strong desire to help others who may have similar problems and when she grew up, she attended college to become a therapist. Having recently graduated, she began to job hunt, finally landing one in Kinau. The move caused her a lot of worry, and she spent the first few weeks trying to adjust. While she enjoys the new city, and is hopeful to make friends, she has trouble swaying from her norm. It's something she hopes to overcome eventually.
The air felt heavy the angrier he became. She felt compelled to ask what made him such an angry individual, but knew what risks were involved with such a question. However, she wouldn't be doing her job if she didn't dig a little deeper. Siran decided to ease into it as best she could, especially dealing with someone who flew off the handle as easily as he seemed to. "No one has called you a homosexual, except yourself. I don't believe the word left my mouth. Even if you were, it wouldn't matter. That's your business isn't it? That's not for me to judge," she explained, noting his reactions. The name calling didn't quite phase her, at least not in front of him. She had been called the name more than once.
She did manage to get that he was offended out of him. "Treated the way you do?" she questioned, "As if you are a problem? How long have people treated you that way? Were you so angry before then?" The question was out in the open, but whether or not she could get a reply from him remained to be seen. A small part of her feared how much it would take to send him over the edge to where his threats came to fruition. He already seemed to be toeing a dangerous line and her guess was that he didn't give a damn about the consequences.
Chikato is an ex gang member. He has a very foul mouth and a short temper on top of that. He is very violent and hates listening to others which expkains why he failed his senior year
Post by Chikato Arary on Feb 10, 2017 3:16:21 GMT -5
I created the Sound of Madness
I'm so sick of this tombstone mentality, If there's an afterlife, Then it'll set you free. But I'm not gonna part the seas You're a self-fulfilling prophecy. You think that crying to me, Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe, You've been infected by a social disease. Well, then take your medicine. I created the sound of madness. Wrote the book on pain. Somehow I'm still here, To explain, That the darkest hour never comes in the night. You can sleep with a gun. When you gonna wake up. When you gonna wake up and fight?
He couldn't figure out what her angle was on this. She had insisted that he liked a guy. Well in his head she did. Then she goes on to say he was the one that called himself a homosexual. She was really trying to irk him wasn't she? Clicking his tongue he just rested on the couch. Taking a deep breath the air faery tried to calm himself before he end up getting a splitting headache again. So instead Chikato decided that he might as well throw something at her. Maybe then she'd get off his case. Maybe if he just made up some stuff then she'd never think twice.. She'd be happy with his answers ad let him go. Smirking mischievously at the thought he looked at the girl.
Sure she was pretty, her eyes was a strangely pretty violet. That was right... right? He didn't know he just knew emerald green. He knew that shade from anywhere. Oh wait she was talking again. Rolling over on his side this time he rested his head on his forearm. His mood suddenly changing. If she wanted to know about him so much.. "Yes, five years. Nope." He answered her in order. Maybe his smirk was a bit more venomous then he originally intended it to be.
"I was perfectly content beating the hell out of who ever the fuck i wanted. I was enjoying becoming a killer, a fighting machine then i was sent off as far as home as i possibly could. Why? Because apparently now that my parents are all dead, no one has a use for me. Who needs a son of killers when your bosses are dead?" Okay so that smirk was intimidation. He was trying to scare her, let her, well excuse him. If plan A Didn't work he had a few others. Resting there, looking at her he let his crimson eyes stare her down.
"Here. I get treated like some kind of monster because i like kicking in your fucking teeth and watching your horror. Although none of the pussy ass bitches have as good expression as Mik-" NO! She was doing it again! She was fucking with his head! She was trying to make him talk about the one that had.. actually you know what. Lets play a game.
Swinging his legs over the couch once more he leaned over, crouching down in his seat as he looked at her in the eyes. Extending his hand to the crumbled up paper he brought her. Tapping at that annoying message the brunette left for her he grinned more. "Mikoni. This little son of a bitch-" Despite his words, Mikoni really was the only person he'd ever call a friend or even someone he's acknowledge.
"Is the reason why I'm here. This little green eyed coward thinks you can help me. He thinks as a friend of mine, that seeing you is a good idea. Me? I personally would rather punch you in the face rather then to talk. But you know what?" He asked her, looking her in the eyes. Really for him to speak and not let his temper go was.. well getting somewhere if you knew him at all.
"If talking will get me excused. Then lets talk bitch. You can decide how much is real and how much is fake. Although, maybe the truth is worse then a lie. Maybe the lie is what you want to hear. So how is it? Wanna play a game?" He challenged her. If he was going to be stuck here and forced to talk to her then at least he could have fun while he was doing it. After all she wasn't allowed to tell no one what he said unless she felt someone's life was in danger right? So why not mess with her?
Siran was raised by a single mother. She worked hard and instilled this into her daughter as well. As a child, she was always anxious seemingly without cause. This concerned her mother, who tried very hard to help ease her anxiety, eventually helping her develop a routine for herself. While it did help, it also damaged a lot of possible relationships and friendships for her. As long as she kept to her schedule, she felt stable. As she grew she found a strong desire to help others who may have similar problems and when she grew up, she attended college to become a therapist. Having recently graduated, she began to job hunt, finally landing one in Kinau. The move caused her a lot of worry, and she spent the first few weeks trying to adjust. While she enjoys the new city, and is hopeful to make friends, she has trouble swaying from her norm. It's something she hopes to overcome eventually.
Post by Siran Engman on Feb 14, 2017 11:52:52 GMT -5
TAGGED:Chikato Arary NOTES: Happy Valentine's Day! I hope yours is awesome, and also Chikato needs a hug and a brownie....as long as he wont punch it^_^
At first, she felt like he was ignoring her questions, which didn't surprise her, but then he rolled over, answering them one by one. The shift in attitude was shocking to say the least. Siran became slightly suspiscious for a second, but surpressed it, hopeful it was just his way of opening up a bit. He began to talk about his enjoyment at beating people up, and she placed her pen down, listening intently. She could always take notes later.
His smirk was slightly, if not intentionally, frightening. Siran found herself wondering if that was his usual smile towards everyone, or just those he intended to harm. She had never been involved in a fight, and had no intentions to do so, but she had to admit feeling a slight concern that he might lose it if he was pushed further. Regardless, she had to think of her job, and she remained quiet, letting him talk to his heart's content before she cut in.
"Mikoni..." she began, "Is he the one with pretty eyes?" She noted his mention of eye color once again, setting her notebook aside. She would remember this and write it down later, unless something came up that needed immediate attention. "He sounds like a good friend, to be so concerned about you. Though you seem angry at him, you still call him 'friend'. That's a good thing. Everyone needs a friend, someone to lean on when things get tough," she continued, "I don't mind so much that you want to hit me. It's better than not feeling anything, right?"
At his suggestion of playing a game, she paused, taking a moment to think it over. If this was his condition to let it all out, real or not, she had no choice but to take it. "There's always a little truth in a lie," she replied, "Alright, let's play a game then. I'm listening. You have my full attention to you and your story." She made herself comfortable and tried to mentally prepare herself for what she was about to hear.
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