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.
Events
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.
Updates
01/29 we have a new skin! a new species and are now accepting gradeschoolers incase anyone feels like making younger characters!
He is a sly little fox that grew up stealing, lying and fighting. So living the easy and good life will take adjusting to for sure. He doesn't know what being loyal is so he's often seen with a different partner every time you turn around.
Post by Bernard Tyler on Feb 9, 2017 17:05:20 GMT -5
I'M A FREAK OF NATURE
I want you now and I ain’t askin
Baby, read my lips
Sexy but it isn’t love
Bernard was so bored. He wanted to scream and cry.. wait haven't we done this before? Hasn't he thought this before? Yup. Well. Here we was. Back at square one! With his brother having things to do today and Santos being the little 'sugar baby' he was, this little fox demon was bored. He really needed to extend his grasp on friends and people he liked to annoy. So that was exactly what the red head was going to do! He was going to go out and find some new prey. Now sure he had people he would occasionally go back to, to well.. play with. But really he was more in a mischievous manner right now then anything. So after slipping out of his last class. Really he didn't even need to attend school. He only went because his brother was there.
If he had to be honest he went to high school at least twice now and college three times. It might be why he knew far more then he should have. Each time he would go for a different thing! So honestly he didn't need to attend allot of his classes but he did anyways to give his brother the appearance that he needed to, that he was interested. But in truth? He didn't even pay attention to the teachers. Most the time he'd sit there painting his nails, messing with others phones or play with his hair while kicking at the persons seat that sat in front of him. Honestly he hated classes. So when he skipped todays lessons he made sure that Hagen was done with his courses first so he wouldn't see the red head running off camps.
Now the real question was, what did Bernard want to do today? What did he feel like? Oh something exciting for sure! Something that made him feel like he was the age he was pretending to be! But was there anything fun here? He remembered that his 'mom' and Hagen used to come to the amusement par on occasions. Sure he bout got banned once or twice but he made sure to watch it before he made that last boo boo. So by now he knew where enough was enough! So why not have some fun? Grinning happily Bernard ran out the house and headed downtown to where the amusement park was. With his umbrella in his hand he wasn't about to risk his precious to be messed up just because he took off running and the air pressure slow him down. No way!
After making it over to the amusement park Bernard stopped to catch his breath. Looking around he wondered where he wanted to start first! He wanted to have a little fun so the first place would be the roller coasters wouldn't it? After buying his ticket he headed straight inside and decided that he wanted some cotton candy instead. So instead of going on his rides first he headed straight over to the cotton candy stand! He wanted something sweet! He had a problem with sweets anyways. With his hands stuffed in his pocket he snickered as his umbrella rested perfectly around his wrist. "I wonder if they will mix three flavors." He snickered playfully to himself.
Looking around he let his silver eyes scan the area. There was plenty of people. Maybe he would try some pocket-picking soon. This would be the perfect place for that now wouldn't it? Grinning to himself he talked himself into it. "Ah, i want pink, red and green!" He exclaimed happily. When he was given a weird look Bernard just returned the look. "What is that so hard to mix three? If it is you might as well quiet because you suck." He said rudely, he knew you shouldn't be rude to who serves your food but he never cared. He would always get his revenge if someone messed with his sweets!
Post by Dakota Lane on Feb 10, 2017 22:38:29 GMT -5
[attr="class","h-title"]finding what is real...
[attr="class","h-bubble"]Not wrapping this in ribbons, Shouldn't have to give a reason why. It's no surprise I won't be here tomorrow, I can't believe that I stayed till today. There's nothing here in this heart left to borrow, there's nothing here in this soul left to say
[attr="class","h-text"]Today was a good day. Perhaps even the first good day he'd had since leaving. What did good days before Noa look like? He used to work, right? Back when caring for someone was something he wasn't capable of, and definitely frowned upon. Slipping into a "boyish" outfit- a tight-fitting black shirt that showed off the clavicle and the top of his sternum, reading 'sunny' in bright orange letters, accompanied by a sun. That's what he was, right? Next came black baggy cargo-style jeans. This was normal. This felt good.
It'd taken days to get this far. Days to start to feel like himself again. Days of grieving, of moping around on the couch in the most uncharacteristic way possible before, finally, he made it to the city and hooked up with his first man. He was tall, slightly balding, and aggressive, leaving bruises all over the bunny. Nothing he wasn't used to, but when he was paid at the end of the night and sent out to the streets with a crisp hundred dollar bill, he almost hoped a vampire would be walking by just then, see him there, call him annoying, and take him home. Tell him how stupid he was, tell him all he had to do was...
What did he have to do? Dakota shook his head, as if to force the thought out. This wasn't a movie. Noa wasn't here. There was no telepathic link, no undo button, no deep soul connection. There was just him, there, standing in the cold night air, his hair disheveled, his clothes wrinkled. And no matter how long he stood outside the man's door, watching the street, the vampire didn't- wouldn't- appear.
Dakota found a drunk man next- his kiss was disgusting. Alcoholic. Bitter. To avoid kissing him he'd trailed kisses down the man's sweaty stomach until he was kneeling on the sidewalk, occupied with... well, something else. The man paid twenty-five dollars. Dakota took it just to avoid kissing him again.
Maybe if Dakota didn't sleep tonight, he could pretend he didn't know what he was missing. Maybe he could pretend he didn't still imagine himself wrapped up in blankets, running his hands along the scars on Noa, coaxing his vampire to sleep.
When morning hit he was flirting with passerbys who didn't look like they were working. One took the bait, agreeing that they could spend the day together. He'd pay if Dakota treated him like his boyfriend all day. Perhaps, the man- he couldn't have been much older than Dakota, really- a bored college kid from out of state, or a troutist perhaps?- but after a few rides the boy had bored him. Maybe he was just too tired to play nice. Either way he'd slipped away, tucking Noa's jacket into a gift bag he'd swiped- hey, he'd taken out the women's jacket that was in it!
As Dakota walked away he was quick to notice it also had a present in it- a hefty collection of perfume. Had he just ruined someone's Valentines Day? Oh well. Clinging tightly to the JC Penny bag- because of Noa's coat? Or because of the money he had tucked in the pocket? - Dakota wound up beside Bernard in his attempt to "hide" in the crowd. That, and Bernard was attractive- his next mark.
"Ooh, that sounds good! Buy me one, handsome?" Dakota asked brazenly, reaching out his hand to stroke Bernard's arm. This was how you got yourself beat up- approaching strangers, presuming they were homosexual just because they had long hair and were attractive as hell. Maybe it was the nail polish, too...
[attr="class","h-extra"]TagsBernard Tyler Notes he's gonna test ren- be nice to the boy~
He is a sly little fox that grew up stealing, lying and fighting. So living the easy and good life will take adjusting to for sure. He doesn't know what being loyal is so he's often seen with a different partner every time you turn around.
Post by Bernard Tyler on Feb 11, 2017 0:31:30 GMT -5
I'M A FREAK OF NATURE
I want you now and I ain’t askin
Baby, read my lips
Sexy but it isn’t love
Standing in line Bernard found himself sighing. He really hated waiting. He hated the dumb look on others face when they looked at him like he was weird. How weird was it to mix stuff? Really people needed to get their head out their ass. "What? Do i have to show you how to fucking mix cotton candy? You take that stick and shove it-" what? Was someone really hiding against him? Looking down at the other he found himself snorting. Well what did we have here?
Grinning a bit as he looked over the other red head. Man the red head's loved him now didn't they? wait wasn't he insulting someone? Oh right! Back to what he was saying. " in the hole! Move it around, then repeat the same process on the other two! Really you-" What? There he was talking to him when he was trying to be perverted and an ass at the same time. Was he really wanting Bernard to buy him something? Did he look like a charity case? although looking down, seeing the bag the other had he knew that if he went to such an expensive store..
"Make that two thanks." What? If the other had money then he had no problem stealing off him when his back was turned. Although.. Something was nagging at him, besides the glare he was given my the vender. "A Naughty Angel aren't you? How have you not lost your halo?" He teased the other. How did he know he was a angel? Well he was a half demon after all so of course he could feel slightly intimated by the holy presence. Although he knew he was much older.. but that being said, he had to be careful because Angels could kill demons if they knew how to bless an object.
But from the looks of this one, he wasn't even sure if he had his wings.. So he wasn't going to be couscous. If an angel didn't have his wings then he was just as useless as a human now wasn't he? Smirking a bit Bernard reached over and wrapped his arm around the shorter boy, his painted nails slowly slipping under the boys top. "It's so hard to get good help these days. To bad really, you'd think a grown man would know how to stuff something." He teased the vender again causing him to shove the cotton candy sticks at Bernard.
Laughing happily he used his free hand to take them "Thank yoooou~" He cried out happily, jerking Dakota with him by the hip. Ignoring the loud protest that he didn't pay. Snickering once they was far enough away he let go of the others hip. Handing Dakota one Bernard flopped down on the bench, crisscrossing his legs as he gave a happy hum taking a bit of his sweet treat. "Haha, not as bad as i thought. So.." Nodding towards the bag Bernard looked at the light blue fabric that was barely hang out of it. "Present for or from a 'friend?' " He asked boldly, playing with the the cotton candy.
Maybe he could get one on his way out to take it to his brother, because he knew that if he brought him here then he might cause a scene, plus the boy was to skittish. Snickering at the thought Bernard pinched off a piece of the cotton candy. "Ahhe~" He cried out holding it out to feed Dakota. Why? Why not? He called him handsome and seemed interested. Plus he was going to get his hands on that bag. He just needed to get Dakota's guard down. So why not start by playfully flirting and feeding the other?
After all, there was nothing sexier, except biting, like feeding someone and making then submit by opening up. Grinning at the thought he shook his head. Didn't he say he wasn't in a sexual mood? Well then again he did favor the red heads it seemed. Look at him and santos. Chuckling at the thought Ren gave a low hum, wiggling in his seat. "So what's your pleasure?" Yes, he did ask that. As if it was the most normal thing in the world. Pinching off more and more of the cotton candy he made sure to mix them to get all three of the flavors.
Really if people listen to him they they would understand just how smart he was, how his idea's could attract so many people. "Or, do you ask me that?" He finally replied to his own question, a smirk spreading across his lips a wink soon followed.
Post by Dakota Lane on Feb 11, 2017 1:34:40 GMT -5
[attr="class","h-title"]finding what is real...
[attr="class","h-bubble"]Not wrapping this in ribbons, Shouldn't have to give a reason why. It's no surprise I won't be here tomorrow, I can't believe that I stayed till today. There's nothing here in this heart left to borrow, there's nothing here in this soul left to say
[attr="class","h-text"]Aw, my hero." Dakota offered. Was he kidding? Well, not exactly, but that didn't mean he meant it, either. Naughty angel? Dakota's demeanor shifted. How... how had he known? He didn't look different! Did he? Dakota glanced down at his hands. No glow, not now, not that he could see. He looked just like he had before... Now the demon had his full attention. This was more than just running away. Did he dare ask outright? No, no, he'd be more tactful.
When Bernard pulled him close, drawing his hand under his shirt, Dakota remembered he wasn't supposed to be so obviously startled. Smiling, Dakota placed the hand that wasn't holding the bag over his shirt, squeezing Bernard's hand. Encouraging him silently, perhaps.
"Guess I haven't been naughty enough yet." Dakota replied. "But I do owe you." For the cotton candy. And for whatever he could con Bernard into buying him for as long as he hung around the boy. Well... that is until he was pulled away before they'd paid. Rather than argue, Dakota laughed geniunely. Maybe this guy was more interesting than he thought.
"Thank you." Dakota took the cotton candy, sitting beside Ren on the bench, giving Ren no space between them. Ren should, perhaps, just be glad Dakota didn't sit on his lap, or wiggle his way between his legs. Maybe he would have if Ren didn't mention he was an angel- now, here, beside Ren was as close as he wanted to put himself.
"I'm borrowing it... Long story." Dakota answered. Now that they were sitting he pulled out the jacket, setting it on the bench opposite side of him from where Ren was so he could reach into the bag for the perfume.
"This isn't mine though... Do you want it?" He pulled out the expensive perfume, offering it to Ren. He didn't know why he thought Ren would want it, but Dakota definitely didn't. So really it was just a way to get it out of his hands, giving him one less thing to worry about.
Food. Dakota smiled as he leaned forward, biting the cotton candy, doing his best not to let his mouth come into contact with Ren's fingers. Not because the idea bothered him, but because it seemed like an embarassing thing to misjudge.
"Mmmm," Dakota hummed contently before going back to eating his own cotton candy. It all tasted the same, so he wasn't quite sure why Ren needed three flavors. Not that he minded, honestly.
"My pleasure?" Dakota repeated. As it turned out, that wasn't really a common question. Examining the cotton candy, he paused for a moment to consider. The question wasn't what he liked, the question was how did he answer? He decided to answer with what he wanted this meeting to conclude with rather than honestly what he'd prefer.
"Being on my knees, worshipping you~" Dakota answered without hesitation. That was the easiest for him. The least pain, the least involvement on his part. Though honestly, saying "worship" was just a word- he didn't really feel that strongly for the male anatomy if he was being honest. When Ren asked if that was what Dakota was meant to ask, Dakota actually looked over at Ren.
"You're right~ Please, tell me what makes you happy." Dakota reached over, running his free hand along Ren's inner thigh as he held the demon's gaze, waiting for the answer as if he actually cared what it was.
[attr="class","h-extra"]TagsBernard Tyler Notes shouldn't have called him a naughty angel
He is a sly little fox that grew up stealing, lying and fighting. So living the easy and good life will take adjusting to for sure. He doesn't know what being loyal is so he's often seen with a different partner every time you turn around.
Post by Bernard Tyler on Feb 11, 2017 20:11:40 GMT -5
I'M A FREAK OF NATURE
I want you now and I ain’t askin
Baby, read my lips
Sexy but it isn’t love
Ren was amused by this boy. First he called him his hero then he shifted so uncomfortably. Yeah he had to be a new angel if he wasn't used to others knowing what he was. Or rather, if he couldn't even sense the evil aura around ren. Not like he had any evil intents.. Well that was a lie he was always up to something. But that being said he knew if Dakota's senses was awaken or if the boy was born holy then he would have at least sensed it a bit. so this was going to be fun for him.
With the two escaping into the crowd and making their way to a bench he watched over at him. The way the red head had moved close to him.. Well it was clear what he had here. Another santos. Really, he wasn't one to pay for sex. That is to say he wouldn't though. If anything this was amusing him. It couldn't have been clearer to what the other wanted. So he figured he'd mess with him just a bit. When he refereed to the jacket Ren shrugged. "None of my business. each to their own." He laughed a bit looking at Dakota.
That jacket wasn't just something he borrowed. Was he really trying to distant the jacket from him? "You protect that jacket like its a friend. do you take it off when your working?" What? He thought it was weird that he was keeping it at a distance instead of wearing it. Grabbing the perfume the fox demons nose wrinkled in distaste. "Yeah sure, thanks. It smells like a french whore but im sure i can get use out of it." He laughed happily placing it on his legs, where his legs crossed from how he was sitting.
Grinning though when he heard the other speaking saying what his pleasure was. Thats when Ren burst out into a laughing fit, feeling Dakota's hand caressing his inner thoughts like that Ren grinned and grabbed the red heads chin. "You want to know what my pleasure is? Normally its shoving a good looking guy, or woman, but against or bending them over and going wild. But right now. Im in a rather mean mood. So if you want to give me pleasure. Whats say we have a little fun?" winking at Dakota he shoved his cotton candy in the others hand.
Grabbing the bottle of perfume he unscrewed the top Making sure that he was watching him he slung his hand forward, splattering expensive perfume all over the place. Grinning when he gave dakota just enough time to ask what, if he was going to the Fox demon bent forward, seeing the trail where the perfume had went flying he snapped his fingers. Seeing a amber to quickly set aflame the expensive perfume. Hearing others screaming and running away he almost, almost felt bad that he caught someone on fire. Eh they be okay so long as they shed that ugly jacket.
Looking back at Dakota he wiggled his eyebrows. "Im in a spiteful mood. want to tear some shit up and have fun? If you excite me enough we can have fun! although if your a weakling and feel bad for others. then you'd bore me either way!" He laughed loudly, blunt as fuck but a smile that showed he was more then serious. He loved watching people running, he loved seeing things burning and he loved sweets. grabbing his cotton candy he quickly too a big bite out of it like there wasn't people running around because the fire or because someone got burnt. Hell seeing others try to put the fire out on the jacket just made him laugh louder. People were so stupid.
Post by Dakota Lane on Feb 11, 2017 21:16:39 GMT -5
[attr="class","h-title"]finding what is real...
[attr="class","h-bubble"]Not wrapping this in ribbons, Shouldn't have to give a reason why. It's no surprise I won't be here tomorrow, I can't believe that I stayed till today. There's nothing here in this heart left to borrow, there's nothing here in this soul left to say
[attr="class","h-text"]Did he take the jacket off while he was working? Dakota didn't like that question. There was no hiding it. He wouldn't answer that question, because the answer wasn't always yes. As if he hadn't heard it, he replied only to the thank you.
"No problem. It came in the bag." Dakota explained nonchalantly. Not that he cared. Noa was right- he was really rude. Opportunistic might be more accurate.
They were just words. Meaningless words. A means to an end. Words that stood in for, "I really don't want to- let me subvert you." A trickster move. But it seemed to work with Ren, sort of. Got him laughing, which in turn made Dakota smile. This he could get behind- a guy who laughed, who wasn't overly invested in sex. At least, not in this moment, that was. Honest- that suited him just fine. In fact, it was like a weight being lifted until the alternative suggestion.
Really? Did it have to be that kind of night? He hadn't slept- there was no way he was laying along. It just wasn't happening- he didn't have the energy for what Ren was imagining. Not emotionally. This was his rock bottom- sitting here, volunteering his "services" in the middle of the day. Still, it was the wrong time to say no. Taking the cotton candy, he watched Ren as he scattered one of the bottles. What was the purpose of that?
"I... thought you'd sell it. Give it to a girlfriend... What are you doing?" Dakota quizzed. It wasn't that he was partial to the perfume or specifically against wasting it, just... he didn't like things without a purpose. When Ren set fire to the perfume there was a moment of alertness- the military brat moved swiftly, deliberately, grabbing the jacket, resting it over his arm and- of all places- hoping from the bench to Ren. Why? Because Ren wasn't likely to start himself on fire. Holding the jacket protectively- Ren was right, he was treating it like his friend- Dakota watched the mayhem with alertness. Not judgement, not disapproval, just keen awareness before he grinned back.
"Dakota Lane. Your partner in crime." Dakota held out his free hand to Ren to shake, intentionally holding out the opposite hand to the one that Ren was using to hold his cotton candy.
[attr="class","h-extra"]TagsBernard Tyler Notes let's light up the town <3
He is a sly little fox that grew up stealing, lying and fighting. So living the easy and good life will take adjusting to for sure. He doesn't know what being loyal is so he's often seen with a different partner every time you turn around.
Post by Bernard Tyler on Feb 12, 2017 16:50:12 GMT -5
I'M A FREAK OF NATURE
I want you now and I ain’t askin
Baby, read my lips
Sexy but it isn’t love
Ren had something he loved more then mealiness sex. That was trouble, stealing, conning and tricking others. So when it was offered he said no. He had better ideas right now. He was going to enjoy himself here. watch some people run around in terror. What? He was part demon after all so it was to be expected. Watching the way Dakota reacted to him, the way the boy grabbed the jacket out of the bag, the way he held it against his chest as if he was protecting it. Ren found himself confused. was he trying to climb in his lap so he could protect the cloth? Looking down at the light blue fabric he hummed. "Say, that jacket of yours let me see it a moment."
He didn't want it, he hated blue, blue annoyed him. He preferred anything but blue to be honest. But he had a theory. He wanted to see why the jacket meant so much. Expecting a no to be followed Ren grinned, leaning in to lick the boys cheek. "Is that really a friends jacket or is it something more?" Although Ren didn't really care for the answer. Pushing Dakota off of him, or away he then grabbed the others hip nudging him to follow him. "Ren Tyler." He replied almost to happily. Not Bernard No, never. It was Ren. he liked Ren. the name Bernard annoyed him way to much. "Weird huh? two first names. But trust me its better then 'Ren Shane.' Lucky me got a name change when i was adopted~"
Yes he was proud of the fact that he had a family, or was it because the new name? Next time he'd have to pick someone that didn't have a first name for a last name.. Well if they would be a next time. Probably would be because no one liked being lied to. Grinning a bit thought Ren snorted. "I don't date. I prefer mealiness sex. I don't take nothing serious. I don't even take myself serious! so who has time for that shit? I might be immortal but i don't have time to deal with annoying lover when i like doing what i do to much. Who needs someone to come home to? Love is over rated. Give me blood and chaos and im a happy little fox demon." There, he'd ease the boys mind by letting him know why or how he knew he was an angel.
Bitting into his cotton candy he wasn't about to give it up. Looking around he wondered what he could do next. he still had what? Another bottle of the expensive bottle? Tucking it into his pocket he would use that later. Maybe help make lava with Hagen. After all that was his goal now.. "Say partner! How old are you? Your at least twenty one right?" What? He had an idea. if he wanted to call him his partner then why not have a bit of fun. tugging dakota along with him he made his way over to the haunted house. Now one would think that this was a bad idea right? "Wanna have some fun? Whats say we set the haunted house on fire just a bit and watch it become a real haunted house.. Unless you prefer stealing. Both are very pleasurable!" He laughed, it was so normal for him. Maybe he was just a sadistic
Post by Dakota Lane on Feb 12, 2017 18:46:24 GMT -5
[attr="class","h-title"]finding what is real...
[attr="class","h-bubble"]Not wrapping this in ribbons, Shouldn't have to give a reason why. It's no surprise I won't be here tomorrow, I can't believe that I stayed till today. There's nothing here in this heart left to borrow, there's nothing here in this soul left to say
[attr="class","h-text"]No." No hesitation, negotiation, or threat. Just no. He'd guard it with his life- literally. That sounded silly, didn't it? But he was an angel, so it wasn't like he was fragile... was he? Besides, it was easier to care about a jacket than it was to admit he'd ruined an important relationship. If anything happened to it, what would Noa think?
The lick at his cheek didn't startle him as much as it probably would have someone else. It earned Ren a quizzical look, but no repulsion, no anger.
"What are you expecting? It's not my girlfriend's jacket. It's clearly a man's jacket. A friend loaned it to me, made me promise I'd bring it back. Why would I lie about that?" Dakota's voice was happy again, amused even. Not even being pushed off Ren could dampen his mood. Though Ren was onto something, clearly- Dakota was very attached to a piece of clothing. There was a story, but the story would make him vulnerable.
"Nice to meet you, Ren." Dakota replied politely- see, he wasn't always rude!
"Adopted, huh?" Dakota wasn't going to pry. Either the guy wanted to talk about it, or he didn't. As for having "two first names", Dakota probably wouldn't have even realized it if Ren didn't mention it.
"Yeah." Dakota smiled. That's what he wanted, right? To believe love was overrated. "Blood and chaos. They'll remember you then." The last part, the fox demon part lingered with him. He didn't think he'd ever met a demon, but it didn't really bother him. Ren was right- he wasn't quite an angel yet. He couldn't sense the evil, or, at least didn't know to be trying if he could with effort.
Partner. Hadn't Noa called him that? No no- he'd called himself his partner in crime. Right. That was all that was. Dakota's smile stayed in place.
"Twenty-three." Dakota answered. But he didn't drink, so if that's where this was going, he wanted no part of it. To his relief they didn't leave the park, they just wound up at the haunted house. His relief was short lived. More fire? Fortunately there was a second option. He didn't dare sound too eager, lest the openly mean demon use it against him. Speaking of using things against him, Dakota was starting to get a bad feeling about this. Not because Ren was a demon, but because Ren liked tormenting people a lot. Dakota didn't want to become a target. He slipped on the blue jacket, just to make it tougher for the demon.
"Well, I can't start fires. If you are looking for someone to know you're a badass, I suppose I could. I don't mind stroking that ego of yours." Dakota volunteered willingly. Could he outfox a fox? "But if you want my help, I think stealing's more up my alley."
He is a sly little fox that grew up stealing, lying and fighting. So living the easy and good life will take adjusting to for sure. He doesn't know what being loyal is so he's often seen with a different partner every time you turn around.
[attr="class","saves1"]BABY, READ MY LIPS! SEXY BUT IT ISN’T LOVE
[attr="class","round"]
[attr="class","of_life"]He knew he would be told no so it didn't even bother him one bit. Laughing a bit even. It was funny how the boy was guarding it like that. But what made him lose it was when dakota put it on so that Ren couldn't get it. Holding his sides he couldn't stop the laughing fit. "You seem so crazy about this so called friend of yours. I have seen that look before. What did he do piss you off? Or i bet he said something you wasn't ready for. Thats just priceless. This is why i say love is so overrated and a waste of time. you love someone sooooo much and run away. Or did he run away because you said no?" Maybe that was a bit to personal and rude to ask but he was just so amused and since when did he give a damn about what others thought or said? Even if this was his new 'partner in crime.'
Wiping his eyes when he finally got himself to calm down he waved his hand at Dakota in attempts to dismiss and to calm him down from the reaction he was sure he'd get. after all who liked being made fun of? Let alone criticized for something as simple as a jacket. Smirking when he looked at Dakota he couldn't help but to be amused. "Yup! Dear old dad kicked the bucket and Hagen's mom looooved me like another son, cause i was well, fifteen in her eyes. So she couldn't put a defenseless little boy on the street when her only son took a liking to me~" Ren had no reason not to be honest and blunt about it. The chances of dakota spilling his secret was not something he worried about. How he seen it he had more on the boy then he knew.
Rolling his eyes when Dakota tried to go along with him he just reached out to smack him on that back instead. "I wouldn't expect you to understand. you seem like a good kid." that one caused a smack to the ass. Letting Dakota figure oout what he meant. What? I never said Ren wasn't handsy! Even if he was in a mischievous mood didn't mean he wasn't going to be handsy and rude. Although he was happy that the other was over twenty one. It made him happy. Now Ren didn't really care for drinking. He just liked using it to set his flames ablaze. Something about how the fire always seemed to burn hotter that way. shaking the thought out of his head he would remember that. Man.. maybe he liked fires to much. How could Hagen put up with his habits?
Oh wait Dakota was speaking wasn't he? Snorting loudly ren just grabbed Dakota's hand and tugged him along with him into the haunted house, smiling happily. "Nah nothing like that! I don't like people knowing its me. what would my little rêveur think? Hahaha! That be so priceless to see Ha~Gen's face!~" was he chiming with happiness? Who would be happy about being scolded? Looking back at Dakota he pulled the boy over, hiding him in the mummy exhibit that was used to scare others obviously. "I tell you what! I prefer stealing and conning. Its what i was raised to do. But since you seem to be in a good mood. Want to scare someone instead? Lets make it a truly haunted house by having the props follow you. Talk about nightmare." Well they had to start somewhere right? He needed to know that he could trust Dakota before moving on to other things.
Post by Dakota Lane on Feb 16, 2017 9:28:31 GMT -5
[attr="class","h-title"]finding what is real...
[attr="class","h-bubble"]Not wrapping this in ribbons, Shouldn't have to give a reason why. It's no surprise I won't be here tomorrow, I can't believe that I stayed till today. There's nothing here in this heart left to borrow, there's nothing here in this soul left to say
[attr="class","h-text"]To the angel, wrong as he may have been, it didn't seem like Ren was going to let go of the jacket conversation until he made him stop talking about it. Was Ren not getting the hint, or did he really not care that Dakota would rather not talk about it?
"He killed me." Dakota answered, ignoring the options given to him. Dakota could have agreed, said he had run from Noa, but nope. Ren got the deadpan, that's-the-end-of-it answer.
Wait. What was Ren saying? Why was he slapping him? Dakota tried to catch up. If he was being honest, he was a little distracted by how opposite Ren was. Not only was he a demon, but he was a fox, a rabbit's natural predator.
"I came back as an angel- I'm as good as it gets." Dakota joked vainly. He wasn't honestly sure on that point, but it was the first response that came to mind in relation to Ren's comment.
He didn't know the French word, but he had been around enough military children to let the single word slip. He got the context that it was a person, though he couldn't be sure it was 'Ha-Gen'. To clarify, though he wasn't sure what difference it made, Dakota found himself asking a leading question.
"A demon who worries what his adopted brother thinks? Are you sure you're not the good one?" Dakota teased. I wasn't what he honestly believed- it wouldn't be hard to imagine a guy who'd just got a kick out of burning people coming back as a demon. He had that meanness on display, despite that smile of his.
And back to pulling. Was he not walking correctly or something? Well, whatever. Dakota went along with it. He didn't actually care where they ended up, he just needed... a distraction. That's what this whole week felt like- one giant distraction.
"Alright. Haunted props. Juvenile, but I can support it." Dakota agreed. He'd dig it more if he wasn't wearing a light blue, oversized coat, but you know, it's not like this was an audition. This- this would prove he had no clue that he could be unseen by others if he wanted to, though, he had yet to figure out he had any sort of abilities as an angel. He felt more... human than ever. If he was being truly honest, he wasn't even sure he was an angel, though he didn't really think Noa would lie to him or be mistaken, either. So, with that being true, he really felt like they were acting childishly. But hey! In Ren's defense, it was fair to say it was very dark in the haunted house by design, so it wasn't entirely fair to make it sound like they couldn't go undetected. Maybe part of the fun was that- seeing how sneaky they could be.
"I'm almost a little disappointed you're not asking me to wrap up in those dusty bandages instead." Dakota admitted. He was already trying to decide which prop would be "his" not based on appearance, but based on maneuverability, which was why the comment about wrapping themselves up in bandages made sense to him. While he considered this, he found himself standing by one of the mummy figures, seeing how well their arms would move. It was still a lumbering figure, as tall as him and heavy, undoubtedly weighted incase people got scared and bumped into it. Dakota slid his foot against the mummy, trying to kick it forward. It moved, steadied by Dakota's hands against the mummy's "back". Heavy indeed, but doable.
[attr="class","h-extra"]TagsBernard Tyler Notes new angel woes.
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