open}} stay with me?

[Lucieη]

[atrb=style, width: 400px; background: url(http://i547.photobucket.com/albums/hh443/dbkarma/Afuro/tile.png); border: solid 1px #c4c4c4][atrb=cellpadding, 0px, true][atrb=border,0,true] gasping, clawing, struggling. he couldn't keep his head above water as the waves came crashing down mercilessly upon him, despite his efforts. he was exhausted, his muscles ached, and he was in an absolute panic as the water poured into his mouth and lungs, eyes wide with horror. this couldn't possibly mean death. not for him. could it? Lucien awoke laying limp on the beach, the bright sun warming his shivering body. His red eyes opened slowly, his vision filtered by the wet strands of hair laying over his face. His body ached, his muscles felt worn and tired, but why? He couldn't remember. Why couldn't he remember? Suddenly a realization hit him and he shot up, his hand shifting in the sand to push him up off his back as he hunched forward, the opposite hand pressed to his chest. The angel coughed violently, water spilling from his mouth and nose as tears welled up in his eyes, the coughs racking his entire body and causing him to shake. "A-augh..." He shook his head lightly as the last of the water spouted from his mouth, the hand on his chest sliding up along the folds of cloth now damp and plastered to his body, his fingers brushing against the skin of his neck to soothe it. His lungs were burning, and his mouth tasted strongly of salt water, and a bit of what he could swear was the metallic bite of blood. He winced, shifting his tongue in his now much too dry mouth, uncomfortable with feel of it. His throat felt tight and sore from the coughing, and there was still that terrible ache in his muscles that just lingered there and made him absolutely dread the idea of moving. So he didn't. He laid back on the beach and shut his eyes tight, knitting his brows. He was just so damned uncomfortable. His clothes stuck to his skin, grains of salt and sand clinging to his skin. It was just so rough. Where was his...? Lucien opened his eyes and blinked. Where was his what? He didn't know, and he didn't care. He just wanted the situation fixed. And now. He snorted softly, turning on his side to slowly and carefully push himself up, glaring bitterly down at the beach beneath him. His legs folded delicately over each other as he lifted a hand to run his spindly fingers through his slick hair, brushing it away from his eyes and giving a final, much drier, cough. His fingertips moved slowly to rest against his temple as he hung his head, shivering slightly. All he could think about was water, being dragged down into that hungry sea he could hear roaring just beside him. He glanced at the water lapping up on the shore, a tired expression on his face. He wanted so desperately to just sleep, to be able to relax. But he couldn't, his body wouldn't allow it. Even with the sun's warmth and the hot, though admittedly grainy sand cradling him, he was still an absolute wreck. Momentarily defeated he slumped forward, shifting his arm to cross in front of him so he may rest his forehead against it, shutting his eyes again and curling against the beach.

[Hotaru Feud]

[atrb=width,464,true][atrb=height,185,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w148/kokujo_mata/541803-2.jpg);][atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=style, -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 0px; border-top: #101010 solid 10px; border-right: #101010 solid 6px; border-left: #101010 solid 6px;] [style=width:175px; color: #FFFFFF; font-family:georgia; font-size:7px; font-weight:bold; text-align:justify; text-transform:uppercase; line-height:95%; text-shadow:#2c2c2c 1px 1px 1px; position: fixed: top: 120px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;]We'll use the trees as torches Do you wanna burn it with me? We'll flood the streets with corpses Do you wanna burn it with me? We'll watch the city f**kin' bleed Do you wanna burn it with me? And bring the world to it's knees Do you wanna burn it with me? , [/style][style=width:200px; color:#424242; text-shadow:#2c2c2c 1px 1px; font-size:22px; font-family:georgia; line-height:45%; letter-spacing:-2px;]{Burn The World [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #2c2c2c; width: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 20px; border-left: #101010 solid 6px; border-right: #101010 solid 6px; border-bottom: #101010 solid 10px;] [style=background-color: rgba(227, 227, 227, .6); width: 400px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #323232; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; height: 280px; border-left: #DD2C2C solid 3px; overflow: auto;] The squish and squeaks of wet boots created a beat and creator swayed to it happily. Long white hair following her bodies as he eyes focused straight ahead. It was a better song then that irritating coughing she heard. That dry cough expelling water from some new guy's throat. But that cough also attracted her. She wanted to know who or what washed up. There were so many questions that ran through her mind when she first landed and even now she didn't have an answer to any of them. It would be nice for a curiosity to pan out. She didn't think she would get too many more chances at easy info. Heck, just getting more people on this island was reason enough to meet this fellow. Just Adrian and her would get boring. More people meant more entertainment and that's a thought that brought her joy for some reason. Fuse's gleeful movements stopped as she could see the boy/man/male. He wasn't doing as well as Adrian and herself. Curled up on the beach like that was nothing like Fuse's case. Her anger and fear of the situation forced her to move once she got oxygen but he was silent. She stood still trying to see if this was a dead man or a tired survivors. No dead man was getting close to her. She didn't want to take care of something that could b great bait for other meat sources but his back rose and fell. The other was alive and here she was just standing here. As soon as it sunk in she was already racing toward him. She would easily leave his dead body but she wasn't heartless enough to leaving the living. "Hey! You alright?!" She shouted as she willing her body to move normally. Her wobbly jog had sped up but her body was still tired, still thirsty, and still hungry. The other once winged creature probably could hear he wheezing as she came closer. For some reason she knew her body could do much more than that. She could push it farther and harder if things were better. Jeez,... this sucks. Without missing a beat once she had completely stop right at his side she fell to her knees to rest. "Hey....you...alive?" She took a breath with each word and even though she knew the answer to the question she asked it.But hey. If it made the guy talk and come back to the living world she would chat up a storm. Heck she would just talk to herself if it made the guy feel better. She didn't need people dying on her. Not on her first day here. [/style] [style=background-color: rgba(227, 227, 227, .6); width: 400px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #323232; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; border-left: #DD2C2C solid 3px;]▷ Tags – --- ▷ Word count – --- ▷ Lyrics – City by Hollywood Undead ▷ Notes – Made on request[/style]

[style=-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; background-color: #2c2c2c; width: 200px; color: #d3d3d3; font-size: 8.5px; text-align: justify; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 5px; font-family: tahoma;]Credit goes to Zenoske of Love-Stamp[/style]

[Lucieη]

[atrb=style, width: 400px; background: url(http://i547.photobucket.com/albums/hh443/dbkarma/Afuro/tile.png); border: solid 1px #c4c4c4][atrb=cellpadding, 0px, true][atrb=border,0,true] Couldn't he give up? Just for five minutes? He wasn't the type to be welcoming death, but this was just ridiculous. He couldn't stand the fact he couldn't get himself to relax, his muscles coiled tight despite his slow, evened breathing. All he asked for was a few comfortable moments for him to be able to collect himself. He couldn't possibly be expected to think straight with this heavy weight on his body... gravity felt so much stronger than usual. The sound of squeaking boots off in the distance came as a relief to him, but he didn't move. He didn't have the strength to care enough to call them over. But no one would just leave him the way he was, would they? It seemed he was right, as the sound was quickly growing closer, their heavy, quick footfalls against the sand a sign she was running over to him. The voice belonged to a woman from the sound of it, and at that he finally began to relax some. Women tended to be much more sympathetic in his mind, he doubted she was rushing over to attack him. And thankfully, she was speaking a language he understood. Communication wasn't going to be a problem here. He thought for a moment. So where did that leave him? Where could he possibly be? He found it strange he couldn't remember the name of any place with English as its first language, but didn't question it, remaining still and unmoving as he was approached. Her steps were coming down harder and heavier, she was getting tired, and when she spoke the breathlessness of her voice only made it more obvious. Lucien blinked slowly at the sound of a heavy weight hitting the sand, had she just plopped herself down? He shivered again before slowly looking up at her question, pushing himself back up with his arm and turning to look back at her with a pained, rather discouraged looking expression. This one, he could get pity out of her, couldn't he? Normally he wasn't the type who wanted to be pitied, but if it would get him a warm bed and something to eat or drink, he would happily play the victim in this situation. "I'm..." He started to speak, but paused, shifting in the sand to sit up. The small pebbles on his skin were growing more irritating by the second, and he moved to brush them away from his arms carefully, frowning. "I think I'm alive. I feel terrible though..." His voice lacked strength, and his red eyes lacked their usual life and spirit. "Please, I need to lay down. Take me back with you, take me home." His gaze, which previously had stared rather sullenly down at the ground, lifted slowly to examine her. She wasn't... she wasn't clean, and this was confusing to him. Had she been playing around at the beach? She certainly smelled of seawater, and her hair and clothes looked as though they had been wet recently, having dried rather messily. He could see grains of salt and sand stuck to her as well and quickly became curious just what she had been doing here. While his critical gaze pulled her apart, he managed to keep his eyes and expression meek.

[Hotaru Feud]

[atrb=width,464,true][atrb=height,185,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w148/kokujo_mata/541803-2.jpg);][atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=style, -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 0px; border-top: #101010 solid 10px; border-right: #101010 solid 6px; border-left: #101010 solid 6px;] [style=width:175px; color: #FFFFFF; font-family:georgia; font-size:7px; font-weight:bold; text-align:justify; text-transform:uppercase; line-height:95%; text-shadow:#2c2c2c 1px 1px 1px; position: fixed: top: 120px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;]We'll use the trees as torches Do you wanna burn it with me? We'll flood the streets with corpses Do you wanna burn it with me? We'll watch the city f**kin' bleed Do you wanna burn it with me? And bring the world to it's knees Do you wanna burn it with me? , [/style][style=width:200px; color:#424242; text-shadow:#2c2c2c 1px 1px; font-size:22px; font-family:georgia; line-height:45%; letter-spacing:-2px;]{Burn The World [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #2c2c2c; width: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 20px; border-left: #101010 solid 6px; border-right: #101010 solid 6px; border-bottom: #101010 solid 10px;] [style=background-color: rgba(227, 227, 227, .6); width: 400px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #323232; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; height: 280px; border-left: #DD2C2C solid 3px; overflow: auto;] Movement was the sign of life. It made relief bubble inside her chest and release itself in a comforting sigh. Why did humans have to scare her like that? Could she have an understandable, peaceful meeting with someone? Worrying over strangers was not her forte because she could struggle at it. She blinked a few times as his eyes met hers and at this time she didn’t gaze into them nor did she read them. Fuse wasn’t that deep of a person. A stare is all she needed to gain a bit of confidence in the other. “Huh?” He was starting to speak. The other seemed to analyze her before he chose his words. He seemed to think over his moves even in such a desperate situation where being picky could end him. Later she would find this amusing. She may laugh at his weakness and gloat at her superiority but for now she wanted to help him. His thoughts were none of her concern. If he wanted to stab her in the back while she carried him to safety then he was free to, just as long as she got him to where he wanted to go. Honesty, she was too simple at times. “Hey don’t move too much. Terrible is still better than dead right?” A smile grazed her that looked more like a smirk. She wanted to pat the man on the back til he fell back down but the rudeness of that, while he was still struggling, was a bit too much for her. She could praise his efforts of vocal pleads by answering them. Not by silencing them with sand. “Laid down? Hmm?” The last was prefaced with a groan as she got up. Her strength was catching up with her again. Kind of. This guy was probably going to zap the rest out of her. The kind of rest this guy was talking about sounded great. But rest couldn’t be in her mind right now. The male continued to look at her with pity in mind but she didn’t meet his gaze while standing above him. Instead she walked in front of him and squatted down. “Well I could get you out of here at least.” She glanced over her shoulder to the suffering male. Bringing her right arm up she patted her own back to motion his ride to whatever salvation she could bring. ”Unless you want another carriage, prince?” [/style] [style=background-color: rgba(227, 227, 227, .6); width: 400px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #323232; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; border-left: #DD2C2C solid 3px;]▷ Tags – --- ▷ Word count – --- ▷ Lyrics – City by Hollywood Undead ▷ Notes – Made on request[/style]

[style=-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; background-color: #2c2c2c; width: 200px; color: #d3d3d3; font-size: 8.5px; text-align: justify; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 5px; font-family: tahoma;]Credit goes to Zenoske of Love-Stamp[/style]

[Lucieη]

[atrb=style, width: 400px; background: url(http://i547.photobucket.com/albums/hh443/dbkarma/Afuro/tile.png); border: solid 1px #c4c4c4][atrb=cellpadding, 0px, true][atrb=border,0,true] She just barely smiled down at him, the slight tug a the corner of her lips reminding him more of a smirk. Are you feeling superior now? Lucien had never enjoyed being looked down upon, but in this situation he wouldn't let it get to him. She did have the upper hand here. And that was fine, she seemed willing to help, so why be bothered by that fact? He had caught that sigh, he had taken note of it. It was one of relief, meaning she had feared for him in one way or another. Or perhaps she was just horrified before? He knew some people were a bit squeamish when it came to dead bodies. As he breathed color returned to his pale face, his body receiving the oxygen it had needed so badly in the sea. He was already looking a bit better, just sitting there. The blond-headed man frowned at the command not to move, just barely knitting his brows as he pouted slightly at the words, watching her. So she was concerned? How cute. Lucien didn't die so easily. She continued on, and at her joking question his expression brightened, but just barely. The slightest of smiles formed at his lips, tired and weak, a friendly glint in his red eyes. "In most cases..." The wingless seraph chuckled lightly. This girl, whoever she was, was adorable. She didn't know who he was, which for some reason felt strange to him. It seemed like she should have been speaking more respectfully. Apple-colored eyes followed as she moved to get up, groaning. Her eyes had already torn their gaze away from him, he noticed. That didn't keep him from staring directly into them, trying to pull them back. He pulled his legs up closer to his body as he propped himself on an arm to watch her move around, curious just what she might be up to. She stopped directly in front of him, and he blinked as she crouched down, keeping her back to him. "Hm?" He arched a brow, vocalizing his confusion. Seeing her look back at him he tilted his head, still not getting it. Did she want him to climb on her back? That must have been it, as she soon clarified by referring to herself as a carriage. Lucien barked a laugh, eyes lighting up. Hilarious! He shifted once again in the sand, pulling his legs beneath him and forcing himself up slowly. Despite the way his muscles cried out at his movements, he looked completely relaxed, fully collected as he shifted his weight and brushed the damp strands of hair back over his shoulder. "Stand." No, he wasn't that pathetic. He didn't need to be carried around. The stubborn man would surely force himself to walk even with broken legs. "I will walk." He stepped gracefully to stand beside her, peering down at her as he did so with a much less friendly gaze. It was laughable, what she was doing. Did she realize what a fool she had made of herself? Still, he extended his arm, lowering his hand and opening it to her, palm side up to help pull her off the ground should she accept his help. His muscles coiled and tensed, the salty smell of the ocean and the relaxing heat rolling down from the sun having failed to help soothe him any. They slowly relaxed as they adjusted to his new position, still groaning in agony. But Lucien could take it. He would take it. He would carry on as if there were hardly anything wrong, and then just collapse on a bed as soon as they got to their destination.

[Hotaru Feud]

[atrb=width,464,true][atrb=height,185,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w148/kokujo_mata/541803-2.jpg);][atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=style, -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 0px; border-top: #101010 solid 10px; border-right: #101010 solid 6px; border-left: #101010 solid 6px;] [style=width:175px; color: #FFFFFF; font-family:georgia; font-size:7px; font-weight:bold; text-align:justify; text-transform:uppercase; line-height:95%; text-shadow:#2c2c2c 1px 1px 1px; position: fixed: top: 120px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;]Feels just like I don't try Looks so good i might die All i know is everybody loves me Get down, Swaying to my own sound Flashes in my face now All i know is everybody loves me [/style][style=width:200px; color:#424242; text-shadow:#2c2c2c 1px 1px; font-size:22px; font-family:georgia; line-height:45%; letter-spacing:-2px;]{Everybody Loves Me [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #2c2c2c; width: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 20px; border-left: #101010 solid 6px; border-right: #101010 solid 6px; border-bottom: #101010 solid 10px;] [style=background-color: rgba(227, 227, 227, .6); width: 400px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #323232; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; height: 280px; border-left: #DD2C2C solid 3px; overflow: auto;] Her heart wasn't hardened. She could feel concern and compassion for the injured. Her back was open to the male. She trusted him not to stab her in the back in exchange for a free ride. Trust was a dangerous word, but when dealing with someone who could hardly injure a snail if it slowly slide by, you really didn't have to worry much. Later, maybe the male could gain it naturally but as on now it was temporary and he could lose it at any minute. Her only job was to take care of what was hers and he wasn't hers. Everything else was an act of shaky kindness. She held his slightly questioning gaze as he computed the situation. Yes, the back was a free ride and yes, he could ride it. Maybe he thought she couldn't carry him/ That she would fall flat on her face, which she had to say could happen. It wasn't that she didn't trust her strength but she didn't think it was dependable right now. Fuse was kind of hoping he would be a starved light weight so that option never came to the table. Meanwhile she rested her arms on the bent knees relaxing as she waited. The male had to get it sooner or later. He didn't look like an idiot so if he proved her wrong she could just leave him there but went it looked like he figured it out he just laughed. At her?! She didn't feel hurt. Oh no, Fuse just raised a questioning eyebrow to his glee. Maybe if she kicked him he would stop and note his condition. Break a rib and he wouldn't be able to find the breath to giggle. "What's so funny?" She spoke as the man got up. He didn't struggle. Not one moan or groan came out of his mouth. He was too refine and controlled with his movements. What she thought would be a grueling and painful looking was just a man getting to his feet. Just seconds ago he had been hardly able to move but now he stood above her like she had. She didn't like it. When she was standing over him it was the natural order but now her kindness was running thin. She felt challenged for a position she really didn't have. The new little prince on the beach was exercising the power of her nickname of him. Telling her what to do like she was below him. The hand was an insult. When she offered her help to a less prideful person it may have gone over better but she was starting to understand that there may be too much of it in this man. She knew she wouldn't have taken her help and to see this man push it aside as well and then do the same to her was degrading. " I'm fine." She tried to control the tone. To mellow it out instead of share the anger that she felt but a hint came out. She leaned forward placing her hands on the grows and then pushing herself up. Not as graceful as the other but she was not beneath him any longer. That was all that mattered... but darn it! He was taller than her. At least he wasn't towering over her like a certain Adian. The change in the mood was apparent. Her gaze was hard but she didn't give up. Kindness could still be pushed a bit farther even as it was wearing thinner and thinner. " See if I care but if you fall I'm carrying you...." A small trot of a few steps on to the hot sand and she spun around. " bridal style, prince." All other words were nice and peaceful but Prince was spoke with a sneer. She was amused by the nickname and it made her feel she had more control than she did. She happily backed up and shoved her hand in the deep pockets of her bids. " Let's hit the road, or sand by the looks. We need to get some food in ya." Turning to face him she swayed backwards, the constant squeaks of her boots still present, staring at the man's eyes with amusement. Inside her head she was just wondering where she would take him. The trees were always a good place but she knew he needed rest. She hoped just being away from the water would be enough comfort for him.[/style] [style=background-color: rgba(227, 227, 227, .6); width: 400px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #323232; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; border-left: #DD2C2C solid 3px;]▷ Tags – --- ▷ Word count – --- ▷ Lyrics – Everybody Loves Me by OneRepulic ▷ Notes – ---[/style]

[style=-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; background-color: #2c2c2c; width: 200px; color: #d3d3d3; font-size: 8.5px; text-align: justify; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 5px; font-family: tahoma;]Credit goes to Zenoske of Love-Stamp[/style]

[Shelby Reinard]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); background-color: #B9B4B7; border-top-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 50px; padding: 10px, bTable] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i41.tinypic.com/4v5ttj.png); opacity: 0.7; border-top-left-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 25px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i41.tinypic.com/4v5ttj.png); opacity: 0.8; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i41.tinypic.com/4v5ttj.png); opacity: 0.9; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i41.tinypic.com/4v5ttj.png); opacity: 1; border-top-right-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 25px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=background-color: #D1D1D1; color: #777777; font-family: arial black; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: -3px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; opacity: 1; width: 412px; line-height: 24px; margin-top: -3px; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px;] ( I CAN'T LOOK BACK ) [/style][STYLE=background-color: #E6E6E6; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 7px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; opacity: 1; width: 262px; padding-left: 100px; padding-right: 50px;] (because there's nothing left to see) [/style] [STYLE=background-color: #E6E6E6; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 11px; text-transform: none; text-align: justify; opacity: 1; width: 392px; margin-top: -12px; padding: 10px; border-top: 10px solid #D1D1D1;] The boy moved slowly, hardly lifting his feet as he attempted to drag himself along the beach. Why was this happening? Better yet, WHAT was happening? It was too much to bother thinking about at the moment. Perhaps he could find some form of clue if he traveled along the beach. If it was a shipwreck, some form of debris may have washed up in the same fashion as he. Or maybe even some survivors. He could only hope that he wasn’t some form of stowaway. He let out a grunt, putting a hand to his forehead. How was he supposed to think straight with this unbearable headache? It wasn’t as if he could just wander aimlessly and come across some form of salvation. Shelby looked down at himself, frowning at his current condition. Thin and tattered clothes were completely drenched in water, causing them to cling to his skin. This in addition to the cool sea breeze was more than enough to cause him to shiver severely. Not to mention how much it accentuated his malnourished body. Upon noticing this he stopped. Was he poor? Clothes full of holes, hardly any meat on his bones, and an intense pain in his stomach. It was definitely a possibility. Head shook slowly, strongly discouraged by this possibility. Not that it really mattered now that he was…wait, where was he? Sure, it was easy to assume it was a deserted island. But there’s always the possibility that this is just a beach. If he kept going, maybe he could find a port town or something! That hint of optimism was all he needed to push himself forward. He began moving forward once more, this time with a slightly faster pace. Who knew what could possibly on the horizon? However, this didn’t last for long. After not even a minute of running, he fell to his hands and knees. ”That… Was not a good idea.” He continued to breath heavily for a moment, taking the opportunity to gather his thoughts once again. After all, that was all he had. Once he managed to compose himself he pushed himself off the ground. It was time to keep going. It wasn’t much longer before he saw two figures moving in the distance. Eyes widened as he began to rush towards them, failing to remember what had happened only moments before. The thought that it could have possibly been a mirage didn’t even occur to him. All he knew is that people meant that, even if there wasn’t a town, it was possible to survive. …Unless they washed up too. Negative thoughts were tossed aside he continued to run forward, blissfully unaware of his muscles constant pleas for him to stop. Arms began to wave randomly in the air, smile growing broader as they became clearer. ”Hey! Hey! Over here!” As he ran, the only one thought passed through his head. Please know where I am. Finally, he reached the pair. Before he could stop and examine them, he collapsed to the ground. Legs burned intensely as he lay in the sand, breathing heavily as he lifted his head. ”I...Found you…” Neck gave out, causing his head to fall back down into the sand. 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Sand. Sand and water everywhere. The unmistakeable, tangy smell of salt.

The young boy opened his eyes, his vision blurred for a long moment. Blinking a few times, he grunted softly, hesitantly beginning to push himself up. Almost instantly, he was overcome with a spasm of rough coughs, and in the process, he retched up a fair share of stingingly salty water. His eyes watering, he slowly pushed himself up farther so he was sitting back on his rear, blinking away the rest of the sand and gunk from his eyes.

...What was his name?

That seemed odd. Did he have a name? Was it normal to have a name? Should he have a name? Huh. The boy looked out over the beach for a long time, before slowly and shakily heaving himself to his feet. It was a tedious process, but steadily, he began to amble aimlessly across the sand, his mind relatively blank, save for the pressing question of whether or not he should have a sort of name. After all, he had nothing to think about; he remembered nothing.

He looked up as he heard voices, blinking a few more times to clear his vision. Those were... people.. yes? Making a soft noise, he changed direction, moving slowly towards them. It'd be nice if they could help him out; he really wanted to know if he had name.

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[Lucieη]

[atrb=style, width: 400px; background: url(http://i547.photobucket.com/albums/hh443/dbkarma/Afuro/tile.png); border: solid 1px #c4c4c4][atrb=cellpadding, 0px, true][atrb=border,0,true] Did she see it now? She was watching him stand, watching closely. She hadn't studied him like this before. He made certain to put on a show, a grand display of his power and will. Yes, even in such a state he could move with grace, fatigue would not hinder the flow of his movements, a few uncomfortable grains of sand would not be enough to make him claw at his skin. He was weak, but he was still himself. He was still greater. His little knight had gotten herself all knotted up now, hadn't she? It wasn't difficult to pick up the irritation in her voice, and her expression made it clear that what he found funny certainly was no laughing matter in her own opinion. But since when did he give a damn about anyone else's opinion? His features softened, he could be nice too. While he didn't appreciate the kind gesture, or even think to, he figured he should treat her well. She didn't seem like the type to listen if she felt at all offended. "Oh?" The seraph questioned cheerfully. Fine. He didn't believe that for a second. "Mmm..." He hummed, raising a single brow and looking her up and down none to subtly as she threatened to carry him. It was a threat, was it not? Was she going to try and humiliate him? Lucien held back a smirk. Good luck with that. Instead he settled for another, lighthearted chuckle, a friendly light in his eyes. "Feel free. I would never turn away help in such a desperate situation. You have my permission~ Should I collapse." Nicknames, harsh words. The man's ego had a thick enough hide they just bounced right off, completely ineffective. It really could be difficult to irritate him at times. He had to wonder if that was what she was going for. Most likely, as she seemed pretty easy to rile herself. His red eyes darted down quickly to her hands as they hid themselves in her pockets. He was instantly suspicious. She had turned to face him, causing him to simply blink his eyes in confusion. Didn't she need to watch where she was going? The squeak of her shoes was damned near impossible to ignore, and it sure as hell didn't go unnoticed, but he didn't respond. He refused to give her any sort of negative reaction. He would be remembered as a peaceable, friendly man. Not the guy who ripped the squealing boots off a charitable woman's feet and beat her into a coma with them. That glint in her eye, did she find this entertaining? Lucien just smiled, a sincere, heart-warming curve of his lips as he moved to follow, more than ready to be out of this place. His muscles still ached, his throat still burned, and the sand in his clothes made him want to rip them off and dash into the sea to rinse off. He was hardly paying attention to her words, but he figured he may as well answer. Luce nodded. "What will you be making?" Fruit would be amazing. Dried fruit. Or grapes. Grilled clams sounded perfect, his stomach nearly rumbled at the thought. And just when things were looking up, he turned around and they were looking right back down. He narrowed his eyes as he stared over his shoulder at the little blond rat approaching him. What a filthy little slug he was! Emaciated, scraggly, diseased most likely. His stomach turned, the boy's focus was indeed locked on them. Lucien looked away from him and moved quickly to brush by Fuse, hoping to ignore him, only for the child to fall near his feet, exhausted. Damn. His brows bent to worried crescents over his eyes as he turned slowly to look at him. He would pretend that he hadn't seen just how tired he was while he was running. "My... are you alright?" His chest moved with breath. He was fine enough. But damn it, he was stealing his spotlight. His food, his bed. Lucien was the one who needed care right now, not this little cockroach. Still, his concern seemed genuine. He leaned down slightly, resting his hand on his leg and holding his long hair away from his eyes to examine him. "You look terrible." It wasn't meant to sound mean, but his distaste for the boy was clear already just from his tone. They really had no choice but to bring him, did they? "Maybe your energy would be better spent carrying this one?" He stood straight again, looking over at Fuse. Movement. "Halt." Suddenly his arm rose, open palm facing toward Star. He'd caught him, just from the corner of his eye. Those brightly colored clothes of his had given him away. Slowly his eyes turned to center on him. What was wrong with this place? Everyone was dressed differently. Everyone looked so different. And he and the other boy both had such braindead expressions. What exactly was going on here? Clearly this island was inhabited, but what kind of people were these? His hand dropped slowly as he continued to watch the boy, curious. "Are you hurt too...?" Acting suspicious wasn't going to help here, and he seemed to be soaked... from what he could tell at this distance. His clothes were dark, his hair looked slick. He was in the water too? "Are you alright?" He hadn't allowed much time for him to answer since his initial question, but his tone had softened considerably, becoming much kinder, a bit of worry coming through in his voice.

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The boy looked up, studying the other male. It took him a moment to process his words, and he made a soft, mumbling noise in response. Noticing that his sound was completely unintelligable, he shut his mouth, then tried again. "... I-I.." he took a small breath, rubbing his face with the back of his hand and looking up farther to study the man's eyes. "M-My... leg.. hurts. A l-little. Um... where am I...?" he stammered haltingly, swaying on his feet a little. He had no idea that the outside of his left thigh was scraped rather wickedly; if not deeply, then excessively. Blood stained that part of his pants, but it's flow was stifled by the excessive amounts of saltwater and sand.

The boy's iradescent eyes traveled past the first man, glancing over the other people lingering by. They all looked ratty and unkempt... but maybe they at least knew their names. And if they new their names, surely they'd have some idea of who he was, right? It seemed like a slim chance, but the boy's mind wasn't properly processing anything.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #2c2c2c; width: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 20px; border-left: #101010 solid 6px; border-right: #101010 solid 6px; border-bottom: #101010 solid 10px;] [style=background-color: rgba(227, 227, 227, .6); width: 400px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #323232; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; height: 280px; border-left: #DD2C2C solid 3px; overflow: auto;] Oh...Like he didn’t believe her. Of course she was fine. Just peachy. He was the one she was worrying over. Her condition was not the point of this interaction. If she wanted to be worried over then she would be playing damsel with Adian. At least she knew that guy could carry her but she was the one in control here. All the control was to be in her hands and he was trying to rip it out. Fuse didn’t even know if this guy knew what he was doing. He might just be some a simple smooth talker who had no idea he was attempting to steal her mental throne. Or maybe not. His smugness would be a constant issue. Pushing him back into the water so someone else could save him was an option as his eyebrow rose at her statement. Did he think she wouldn’t do it? Heck, she should just sweep his legs and put him in his place but she had respect for his pride, to a point. You did that to the sick and disoriented… This fool was sick/injured but way too clear headed to pull that on. Probably use that brain of his to take her down with him. She wasn’t in the mood to be humiliated. “Oh shut it.” She spat at him, her tone losing the mocking and amused tone from before. The little Prince offered to be carried but why would she take his offer when it was supposed to be on her terms, not his. Trying to control the situation in his condition. He was truly going to be a problem later. “Prince, you can walk just fine. Now you just want a free ride and I ain’t your pony.” Okay, if he really just dropped, of course, she would carry him but she doubted he would show that type of weakness from what she had observed. He thought so highly of himself and she was really hoping for more of a reaction. A reaction more like one she would give. It just got on her nerves that he was so calm while Fuse would be a mess in his shoes. Not a crying mess, oh no, a raging mess. Someone would be punched at this point. Her happy disposition returned in seconds though. She was still in better shape and he still had to depend on her to some point. Felt pretty nice actually. Her small prances backward continued with the beat of her shoes. Once she got him somewhere to rest then she could do the same and dry these things. Carrying them around didn’t sound appealing but neither was the noise they make. In a way helping him would be helping both of them. Made his high standards could find her a nice place to sleep. ”Making?” She wasn’t his freaking maid! Wait. Did he really have no clue what was going on here…DUH! Of course not. She had no clue either when she first arrived. She just assumed he knew their situation because of his collected personality. “Umm, we just have Coconuts… You really have no clue what’s going on, huh?” Still she asked the obvious. Shelby Spotted As she asked him she heard the yells. Another survivor? Or maybe there were native on this land. If he was, his people weren’t that civilized with those tattered clothes of his. She simply tilted her head at him pretty much wondering about the latter but curious on where all that energy came from. Fuse just stared in amazement at the feat he was pulling. Princey was not as amused. A few blinks questioned him as he brushed passed. Was he going to leave the boy? With all that effort Fuse just couldn’t. She had to honor the drive the boy had. A chuckle accidentally came out when the boy fell near Luce. She wasn’t laughing at the boy but more at poor Luce. Trying to get away but the problem went to him instead of her. Quickly though she contained herself. The boy had collapsed. Probably just came from the water and pushed himself too far. Knelling beside him one of her hands made their way to his back. He was still breathing hard but alive. She nodded at the angel deciding to listen for now. “Fine, fine.” Tilting her head down she questioned the young one. “Hey, can you speak, or more, are you awake? If you die I won’t carry you.” Concern was nowhere on her face. He as alive so she had no reason to be. She just wanted to know what he would do. Would he be as amusing as the Prince or more willing to take her help? Star Spotted She stayed at his level but looked up as Luce’s sudden order of halt. Was he talking to her? He should know she would snap in front of the injured. She didn’t want to but if he ordered her like… oh, another one. She didn’t even here this one. Che, so many injured. She didn’t know if they all could make the walk to where ever she needed up taking them and she only had one back. But despite his appearance she laughed at him. “Of course you hurt, stupid. You probably just came from the water right? Sadly not all of us can just get up like this guy.” She pointed to Luce. He was tired, she knew that, but right now she couldn’t help him if she wanted to. She was started to be glad he had such a powerful drive to stand above her or she would be carrying him along with the other two. Sighing she looked at her first find. “Gah,..” There were so many now. “You probably understand as much as they do but trust me. I don’t know much more.” [/style] [style=background-color: rgba(227, 227, 227, .6); width: 400px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #323232; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; border-left: #DD2C2C solid 3px;]▷ Tags – --- ▷ Word count – --- ▷ Lyrics – Everybody Loves Me by OneRepulic ▷ Notes – ---[/style]

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Hesitating, he slowly lowered himself into the sand, beginning to inspect his leg. He couldn't really do anything with his pants in the way, and he wasn't going to start stripping, so he just whimpered a little, trying to sit in a way that would ease the pain some. In an attempt to ignore the growing pain, he glanced up at the others. "... What are your names?" He ventured gingerly. Maybe someone could tell him his name. That'd be nice...[/style][/td][/tr]
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Yes, and that would certainly explain the boy who had passed out at his feet and the brightly-colored child wandering about with a blank look on his face. They had all washed up here. But how? They couldn't have possibly come from the same place. Look how they were all dressed. Their clothing all seemed so foreign to him. He could sort it out later, for now his main focus was going to be getting some rest. Despite his cool facade he was aching, he could feel his legs threaten to give way beneath him already. Fuse didn't seem terribly concerned about the little blond laying nearly a quarter dead at her feet, though she must have felt some sympathy seeing as how she was willing to carry him. The wandering Star got even less sympathy as she laughed at him. Lucien didn't bother hiding his frown this time, his brows lowering to slant over his eyes as he gazed down in disapproval, watching her with distaste. What was this? Sympathy? No, Lucien was not a sympathetic person. He simply found it disgusting that she could laugh at a man clearly in need of aid. Despite his, what he believed to be, cold-heartedness, even he didn't have the slightest urge to be laughing at the poor soul before him. But then, this only made him look better, didn't it? He could play the role of the hero. She had also come to the conclusion that people were coming up out of the sea. That or it was now a proven fact that it was where people came from. He felt much more secure in his assumption now, thoughts quickly being filed away as he quirked a brow at the finger being pointed to him. Her words could be taken as a compliment, and so he allowed for a smirk in return. When she said she didn't know much he shrugged. He would see about that when she got him to where he could lay down. Lucien had already prepared a barrage of questions to throw at her. Now just wasn't the time. Now he could focus on Star. He wouldn't allow himself to become distracted. What had he said? "Your leg?" The angel repeated the words back, his expression slowly changing to one of what looked to be sincere concern. His brows just barely knit over his eyes, lips bent in a slight frown as his softened red eyes gazed over him, looking him from his head down to feet, but stopping at the leg that seemed to be giving him trouble. He was stuttering. Possibly weak-willed? Shy? Or maybe just weakened. There seemed to be a decent amount of blood staining his clothing, Lucien had truly been lucky he wasn't sliced or crushed up against a rock by the waves as he was dragged to shore. "Please, don't apologize." He shook his head, his wet bangs falling in his eyes only to be brushed back by his fingers. First thing he would do when he was able to rest? Fix his hair. He didn't like the feel of sand in it, and he could swear he felt a couple tangles. Lucien was sure to speak softly, he didn't want to frighten what looked to be a little rabbit of a boy, stuttering and quivering with his wounded leg. Humans were always so cute. As he approached the boy seated himself on the beach. He stopped just near him, leaning down and inspecting his leg along with him, blinking as he looked up to ask his name. Oh well... he didn't know the answer to that one did he? Odd. A charming smile pulled at his lips, though he didn't know he appeared confident, ruby eyes gleaming as he struggled to hold the smile, more of smirking down at Star as he replied. "Mmm.... Prince, apparently. It suits me, does it not?" He would gladly accept the nickname that was supposed to be a jab to his ego and take it for his own name. They could all refer to him as Prince. And why shouldn't they? Even the girl had already acknowledged he was an amazingly driven individual, and even after being drudged up from the sea he had an impossibly divine appearance. Prince was a most fitting name, in his mind. They needed to move. He couldn't wait for Star to check his wound and recover. "We will answer all your questions soon, don't worry." He smiled comfortingly, tilting his head slightly as he moved his arms to try and tuck one beneath his knees, using the other to steady his back so he could try and pick him up. Damn, you can't do this. You're going to break... It would absolutely kill him to try and carry Star along with him, but he had little choice. And how amazing would it be for him to be able to? That would show that smug knight, now wouldn't it?

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The boy gazed over the other man as he knelt to his level, showing interest in his problems. Glancing over him, he thought quietly. Despite the damp, mangled condition of... everybody... he had an air of dignity and assertive presence that was somewhat soothing to know was concerned for him.

The nameless whelp met the man's eyes as he proclaimed his name. Prince. How... fitting, really. He nodded. "... Prince." he echoed aimlessly, dropping his gaze to stare at his hands. Oh God, he wanted a name so badly right about now. He had just opened his mouth to inquire Prince what his name was when his hands slithered around him, and he was hefted off of the ground. Squeaking softly, he gripped at Prince's shirt, taken aback a bit by the gesture. Deciding it was a bad time to badger everyone about his name, he shut his mouth, letting Prince carry him. It only took a moment for his mouth to open again; "W-Where are we gonna go...?" He muttered, finishing off with a light cough.


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[Hotaru Feud]

[atrb=width,464,true][atrb=height,185,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w148/kokujo_mata/541803-2.jpg);][atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=style, -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 0px; border-top: #101010 solid 10px; border-right: #101010 solid 6px; border-left: #101010 solid 6px;] [style=width:175px; color: #FFFFFF; font-family:georgia; font-size:7px; font-weight:bold; text-align:justify; text-transform:uppercase; line-height:95%; text-shadow:#2c2c2c 1px 1px 1px; position: fixed: top: 120px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;]Feels just like I don't try Looks so good i might die All i know is everybody loves me Get down, Swaying to my own sound Flashes in my face now All i know is everybody loves me [/style][style=width:200px; color:#424242; text-shadow:#2c2c2c 1px 1px; font-size:22px; font-family:georgia; line-height:45%; letter-spacing:-2px;]{Everybody Loves Me [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #2c2c2c; width: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 20px; border-left: #101010 solid 6px; border-right: #101010 solid 6px; border-bottom: #101010 solid 10px;] [style=background-color: rgba(227, 227, 227, .6); width: 400px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #323232; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; height: 280px; border-left: #DD2C2C solid 3px; overflow: auto;] Picky little son of a… high king in the land of milk and honey. Yeah, probably. Fuse could agree that she hated the idea of eating the coconuts for every meal but it was all they had. If she could find more food, different food, she would. Meat was needed and this beach wasn’t meeting said needs.She was kind of glad someone else was expressing the same hate for the only food option but unlike the spoiled Prince she put up with it and didn’t complain. Well, not in front of others, at least. When she was eating them by the palms she mentally scoffed at them but Adian didn’t need to know that. But with all these new arrivals the food they did collect would vanish fairly quickly. The coconuts were collected when there were only two of them but now there were three more. New face after new face. No one looked like they came from the same place or time. It was a bit saddening at first. It meant no one had a clue what was going on and who she was. Personally she would like to have more than a nickname but she knew no one here could help her find her identity. They didn’t even know their own and when they did she could already feel the envy building inside her. AHHH! All this thinking was putting her in a bad mood. She wanted to punch something or destroy someone but she just couldn’t. She couldn’t bring herself to harm any of them no matter how much her inner rage told her to attack everything in sight. They were all too weak and even if they recovered she would probably always see them like this. Her remorse for the fallen didn’t change though. Yes, she laughed but she didn’t feel bad at all about it. Her actions were nice but she wasn’t going to hide in her shell in front of her new company. Fuse lied like crazy and gave false hope. She did not give a false impression of herself. With how great she was no was no reason to hide a bit of it. Let’s everyone see her rage and sick humor was just a gift for he kindness she offered to them. But on to the first victim. He was a bit gone so she hope he didn’t mind as she grabbed his arms and put them over her shoulders. Backing up to him she gripped his thighs and tilted her body forward to hoist the body onto her back. At least he was light. Her eyes went to the Prince as she stood up. She didn’t’ want a stray foot ending up a crossed his face…not just yet. The slow ascend was easier than it would have been if she had chosen to pick up either of the other two. He was in the worst condition and it looked like the youngest so far. Not a child but it made her feel a bit protective. She was starting to realize she would take every injury and there holder under her wing. She didn’t care for them emotionally but their condition was something she was taking personally. “I’ll take you guys to the palms. It’ll get you ways from these waves and into some shade. Sorry, I haven’t really had time to search the place for any other home.” She spoke a bit before Lucien started his dialogue with his stranger. And she was silent during their exchange. All she did was bounce her body once or twice to move the boy on her back to the right position. Their conversation was meaningless to her. She was more interested in his leg. Her eyes went back to herself to try and figure out if she had room for him anywhere. Maybe she could hold him up by her teeth. Currently in her own little world she absent mindly gave the nickname she was going by when the nameless asked. “Fuse, call me Fuse til I figure out my real one.” Her look over of her own body stop when he heard the Prince….call himself Prince. Her absent calmness changed to rage in a snap. “BullCrap! Don’t listen to him. That is hardly his!” She turned to the man who was stealing her taunt. It was only right her to throw that word around. The power it gave her would fade if everyone called his smugness, Prince. “Go find your name by yourself.” And stop stealing my power. She growled at the man and glared the message at him, just expecting it to bounce off. But Fuse stayed Fuse and as quickly as she got mad worry covered all her actions. He stumbled forward as Lucien lifted the boy. This wasn’t good. They were both injured and Lucien wasn’t…umm.. built for lifting. It didn’t boost her opinion of the man. It just made her panic over his condition more. “He- Hey. You know we should trade.” How far could he make it? Could he even walk with the other in his arms? Fuse hadn’t known him for long so she didn’t know how to get the other strong will being to agree to her idea. It was all for the best in the end but even she knew he couldn’t top her in this field. Strength was a nice trait but he wasn’t meant to have it. Not like her. Just being slick tongued should have been enough. “Or you know you could always just place him in my hands.” She looped her arms around Shelby’s legs so the café rested on her elbow joint and opened her arms up to the option. “You could run up ahead and lead~ me back to the palms. How about it?” She didn’t want him walking with Star. She didn’t feel like taking care of three worn out souls. If she gave him some sort of control in exchange for Star maybe he would let go so she could stop worrying. It would tear her energy down but she was prepared to crash as some point. It would be some time before she would allow it to happen though. She didn’t hide her tiredness but just forgot about it til her movements stilled and a wave of helplessness slammed her body to the ground. It never hurt her pride to be left powerless if she proved herself beforehand. She hide her worry with a smile as she was trying to make the act a way to keep him from damaging his pride in any way. Fuse was trying her best to make it appear as a helpful soul instead of a worry wart. If he would submit to being a prince for a bit then she would gladly rise to be his knight if it made her life easier in the end. [/style] [style=background-color: rgba(227, 227, 227, .6); width: 400px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #323232; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; border-left: #DD2C2C solid 3px;]▷ Tags – --- ▷ Word count – --- ▷ Lyrics – Everybody Loves Me by OneRepulic ▷ Notes – Tell Shelby my acts are changeable.[/style]

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