Sergey resisted the urge to grin at Takara's feigned sadness. He knew quite a bit of how she felt, it seemed. They seemed scary similar. He shrugged lightly, stepping away from the body. And now came the horror. His face contorted into horror. After a bit of a second, he realized it was too much. To...

[I'll add in my real post a bit later; just gotta say this: If this has links to SOTF, please...smack me. X_X I was hoping for minimal links, if any...like...just knowing names and personalities. I was thinking this was mainly for fun, y'know? And, considering how much I die {ask Takara XD}, I felt ...

Toby tensed up once more. The blood was pouring out, more and more now. He struggled to get up, which took a bit. And sapped him of the little strength he had. But, anyway. He could almost feel the blood coming out of his neck, but he could care less. He knew how amazingly fucked he was. "Oh......

Toby coughed lightly as the smoke blew into his fa--- The thin metal blade left an unmistakable burning sensation on his throat. He looked down, seeing a little bit of blood begin to soak down onto his shirt. "Oh...fuck..." The burning felt akin to a papercut, but much, much worse. And let...

Toby looked into the guy's eyes, restraining the urge to hold in his breath, thanks to the smoking. He knew if he were to push, he'd be completely screwed. He also guessed that, were he to NOT push, he'd still be screwed depending on what he did afterwards. "I'd appreciate it if you move, as I'...

Toby: o.o; He'd just stepped on to the roof, and got a verbal assault for doing so. Thankfully, the milkshake was finished. He dropped it back down the stairs. "Boyfriend?!" That's the first thing he said, and he said it like it was a personal wound against his honor. "Like fuck! I do...

[only Tobeh now...>>;] Toby pretty much knew that he should leave, before making more of an ass out of himself. So, he nodded once. "I'll be going now." He shrugged, walking off briskly. He felt a bit odd; this reminded him far too much of home. Juniors did THAT all the time at his school....

[wait a sec...isn't Adam the one who totally pwned that one guy? *goes to check* Yep. *inches away*] [Toby first] Once more, Toby's 'friends' acted. One of them always said he could lip-read, but every time they tried to get him to do it, he'd shrug it off. So, what's he do? Turn to the others and s...

Sergey just had his mind blown. He turned around, completely dumbfounded. "Are you fucking serious?!" He whispered. He was amazed. Here he thought he was the only one to come to that revelation. "I'm surprised you got my meaning..." his voice showed he would be an excellant busin...

Sergey's attitude was a bit...similar. But he had more time to simmer. He made no sounds, nor movements. He didn't look right at Takara, nor near her. He watched the crowd, and the Juniors. Finally, he decided to say something. Just to see if he was right. "Pathetic, isn't it?" He timed th...

[considering A) I wanna RP and B) Kuze ish dead >>;...yeah] [dammit, how do I do this?! OH YEAH!! Sergey!! XD] Sergey, too, walked out of the building. He enjoyed school, but he couldn't say he didn't enjoy...the nightlife. He didn't even grin as he thought this, so practiced was he with emotions. H...

Toby would have cocked his head, but this isn't an Anime RP, now is it? So, I'll be realistic. "Um...you sorta seemed to be a bit alone...and I know how that feels..." His accent would immediatly give him away as a Non-New Yorker. "If you can't tell, I'm not a local either...but...ah,...

Toby yawned. He immediatly began to dig into his Milkshake. God, even THIS reminded him of back in Michigan. He knew what his friends would say. "Get over it. Move on." Plus a few F-bombs. He began to 'drown his sorrows' in this...milkshake. He ignored the renewed shouts of Juniors. 'Buy o...

The man walked away from the reception desk, his polished cowboy boots clunking heavily against the floor. His hand reached up and pressed his hat further down over his head, hiding his eyes a bit more. Yes, he was in what could be called stereotypical cowboy attire, but he'd lived in Arizona for a ...

The door to the hotel opened slowly, revealing a tall man, looking to be around his upper 30s, even 40s. The man wore jeans and a jean jacket, and on his head was placed a brown cowboy hat. He'd spent so long in Arizona that he'd gotten so used to the hat, it never left his head. He even slept with ...