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Post by Axel Samual Owens on Oct 29, 2012 18:03:56 GMT -6
[/font][/size][/ul] [/style][style=background: #202020; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; color: #d8d7e4; text-align: left; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 390px; padding: 5px; margin-bottom: -2px; text-transform: uppercase;margin-top: -535px;]Hello there, the angel from my nightmare [/style][style=background-color: #262626; width: 390px; height: 275px; padding: 5px;] It was cold and dark. The streetlamps dotting the cemetery casting an eerie glow about the place. Almost everyone was tucked away inside, safe in the warmth. It was still, calm... beautiful. You could almost feel the death on the air, at least, Axel believed it to be so. Of course, that could be because he had an invalid toy bleeding out on the ground near his feet. Poor little plaything had stopped being entertaining, and Axel was done with him. The hazel-eyed teen felt bad, though. He really did miss his toy. "Maybe you should not have tried to run away," Axel mumbled, glancing down at the other teen at his feet. The other boy had been a student at the public high school, one of the star football players. If only he had known what he was getting in to by getting into bed with Axel. He was, as the closest thing he had to a friend called him, a black widow. Pretty much anyone he ended up messing with ended up dead when he grew bored. They were all too... sweet. It disgusted him. Romance could be nice, to an extent; but, if the guy is not willing to pair that sappy crap with, well, violence, then what was the point? Axel scowled as he glanced down at himself, double checking that there was no blood left on his hoodie. He would be pissed if there was. Luckily, he was clean. Axel did not mind blood; in fact, he had a particular fondness for it. It looked beautiful pooling there on the snow and ice the covered the ground. That did not mean he wanted it staining his favorite hoodie. "Good-bye, old friend," Axel mumbled as he leaned down to brush his fingers against the side of the other teen's face, leaving smears of the deceased boy's blood along his jawline. The teen wiped at a snowflake that landed on his face, smearing some of the red substance onto his almost white skin, the color contrasting greatly, even in the dim lighting. It was just another day in Axel's life. He was taking a few moments to mourn the loss of his beloved pet, that he would need to replace soon. The dark haired teen stayed crouched down until he heard the sound of someone walking up behind him. The boy's grip on his blade tightened and he quickly turned around to look and see who was there. A boy from St. Helena's. Axel did not know the blond's name; but, he knew the face, someone that had been pointed out to him as being dangerous, the thought of which made Axel smirk faintly. The dangerous type was intriguing, inviting, even. They were the ones more likely to give him what he wanted. "Can I help you?" Axel's voice had a slightly melodic sound to it, almost innocent. However, the smear of blood on his face and fingers told a different story.
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Post by Yony Helsha Katana on Oct 29, 2012 20:07:36 GMT -6
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"Goodbye, old friend."
Ah hell. He hadn't avoided anyone by coming out here. How distressing. He fingered the knife in his pocket as he walked, debating on simply celebrating his freedom with a bit of red. Though as he approached the voice, he noticed that there was already quite a bit of red running over the white powder of the cemetary. It was emenating from the form of a high school teenage male... from many wounds in his delicate skin. And there, standing over him, was an angel of darkness. He paused, staring stoically at the male silently, hands still tucked into his pockets. He let his eyes draw down over the male, passing the streak of blood on his cheek and then down over his slight form. Such beauty, he must be a servant of Satan for such perfection. He was even more perfect than Vital, as if such things were possible.
"Can I help you?"
He took a few steps forward once more, stopping a mere foot from the newly created piece of art and the artist. He let his attention move from the male to the male on the ground. It was rather a suitable work of art. But there was always room for improvement. He turned his attention back to the other male before he pulled one hand from his pocket and reached up, pale thumb wiping away at the smear of blood on his cheek. He stepped closer to the other male carefully, eyes moving down over the other's form slowly before a smirk slowly slid over his features as he moved his hand to rest at his side and look at the other male's features once more. "Perhaps I can help you," he stated simply, eyes flicking down to the other male's groin area before moving back up to the other's face.
He looked down at the male on the ground at this point. "Impressive. But I can see that the angle of your knife is just a bit to acute... if it was in fact, as I believe it likely was, your intent to make him suffer. You cut to deeply... past the nerve endings. It does no good if you sever the nerves, because then they feel nothing." He looked back up at the other male, tilting his head slightly. "But otherwise... exceptionally impressive." His smirk broadened slightly. He offered his hand which now had a bit of the dead youth's blood on it from where he'd wiped it from the artist's cheek. "I am Yony Katana. And who might you be, pretty boy?" he asked simply, eyes glinting slightly as he watched the other male.
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Post by Axel Samual Owens on Oct 30, 2012 14:51:01 GMT -6
[/style][style=background: #202020; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; color: #d8d7e4; text-align: left; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 390px; padding: 5px; margin-bottom: -2px; text-transform: uppercase;margin-top: -535px;]Hello there, the angel from my nightmare [/style][style=background-color: #262626; width: 390px; height: 275px; padding: 5px;] Were it not for the hum of the ecstasy in his system, Axel probably would have knocked Yony's hand away at the initial touch; but, the other teen's warm hand felt nice against his own cold skin. "Perhaps I can help you." A slight smirk tugged on the corners of Axel's glossed lips and he flicked his hair out of his eyes. Maybe this other teen could be of some use. He listened to the blond's critique of his work and he shook his head with a saddened expression. "No, not with this one," he replied, still feeling the remorse of having to be rid of what had been such a useful pet. "He just needed put down, no reason for him to suffer, my poor pet." Sally's brow furrowed a little for a moment as he glanced back down to the deceased teen on the ground. No, there was no reason for him to have suffered. Sure, the boy had tried to run, but he had just been told he was going to be euthanized soon enough. Axe could not fault him for wanting to run then. If he were a pet, he would do the same. He did take note of the other boy's suggestion, however. It could come to use later. He never really used a blade on people he wished to make suffer. He had other tools for that. "I will keep that in mind, though."
"I am Yony Katana. And who might you be, pretty boy?" Axel's eyes lowered to the other teen's hand. Yony. He'd put the name to memory. However, Axel's gaze was more zeroed in on the blood that was on Yony's thumb, the blood the other teen had taken off his own face. "Sally Owens... or Axel if you don't prefer nicknames," he replied absently, tilting his head slightly to the right, his gaze still on Yony's hand, where the blood stained his finger. The hazel-eyed boy smirked a little and reached out to take Yony's hand, not the way someone would shake hands. His fingers curled around Yony's wrist and he lifted the blond teen's hand enough to lick off the blood on his finger, humming a little. Axel's fascination with blood was something even he could not explain. It had always been there. He had had a boyfriend in the past that was all into the whole blood-letting scene, and that had been amazing, at least until Axel decided it was time to move on from that guy. He had been much too needy. Sally had not appreciated being held back by some guy that could not stomach his games. Absently wetting his lips, Axel let go of Yony's wrist and smirked a little. "Why are you even out here?" Axel asked curiously as he took a few steps away from Yony with a smirk, curious as to whether the other teen would follow or make him stay."Most people don't make a habit out of skulking around graveyards on snowy nights, no matter how beautiful it might be." As he spoke he continued walking farther into the graveyard, brushing snow off one of the headstones as he passed, an amused smirk on his face. "This is one of my favorite places." Death is only the beginning.
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Post by Yony Helsha Katana on Oct 31, 2012 17:17:01 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 500px; background: url(http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j348/SimiXiamara/TSGO/SeizeTheDay/Skull2.jpg); border-radius: 30 30 30 30 px; padding: 10px;]. Just fear me, love me And I will be your slave Do as I say Yony cocked his head slightly as he watched the other look back down. He looked sad about the death of the boy on the ground, as if he were upset about it. How odd... it wasn't often that he found someone who felt emotional about the death of their victims. Especially when it wasn't just for the purpose of making them suffer. It reminded him of the time when he'd killed his sister. It was a mercy killing. Death was a release, not a punishment. The punishment was the pain that he could inflict before it was finished. He looked at the other carefully, getting an entirely new insight to the male who so callously stood by the side of the dead boy. He gave a faint nod as the other male stated that he would keep his advice in mind.
He gave a small nod when the other gave him his name. Sally? Interesting. What an interesting nickname. Most men didn't want to be called a girl's name, though he supposed everyone had their preferances. He watched as the other seemed to be staring at his hand, however, and remained still as the other actually reached out, taking hold of his wrist, and licked the blood from his thumb. Yony smirked ever-so-slightly as he watched the other male carefully. How interesting, he seemed to enjoy the taste of it, just as he himself did. He tilted his head at the other's question after he released his hand. "I am enjoying the cool air... been couped up in that damn school for two weeks non-stop... thought I needed a bit of fresh air," he stated easily, watching him move away.
He remained firmly planted, refusing to allow himself to be lured anywhere. He chuckled, looking back down at the scene. "Well the contrast of the red on white makes it all the more beautiful, I believe," he stated absently, slowly kneeling down and gathering up a handful of the red snow and smirking a bit as he raised the frozen crystals to his lips and took a bite as if he were partaking of a snow cone. He closed his eyes slightly and he gave a soft hum of his own. "I can see why you were fond of this one... he has an almost... sweet taste..." he said softly, looking down at the snow in his hand. It didn't taste like the normally metallic taste of blood, like his own. He dropped the snow back to the ground, looking down at the red in his hand from where the snow had melted slightly and he raised his hand, licking the substance from his skin.
He then rose to his feet, turning slowly towards the other male before he reached out, grabbing hold of the other's arm and pulled them both together, smirking as his form pressed against the other male and he found a very fascinating piece of anatomy pressing against him. He pushed his hand into the pocket of the other male and found the knife that had graced the world with the art behind him and pulled it out, raising it, flipping it open, and sliced into the meat of his thumb, drawing his own blood. He closed his eyes, a sharp intake of breath as he bit back a moan at the rush of endorphins that flooded to his brain. He flipped the knife closed, pushing it back into Sally's pocket and offered him his hand as he pressed his free hand against the bulge in the other's pants.
"You sure I can't help you with anything, Sally?" he asked, eyes glinting maniacally as he watched the other male, hand still held up with the blood offered to the other.
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Post by Axel Samual Owens on Nov 4, 2012 12:34:43 GMT -6
[/style][style=background: #202020; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; color: #d8d7e4; text-align: left; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 390px; padding: 5px; margin-bottom: -2px; text-transform: uppercase;margin-top: -535px;]Hello there, the angel from my nightmare [/style][style=background-color: #262626; width: 390px; height: 275px; padding: 5px;] "I am enjoying the cool air... been couped up in that damn school for two weeks non-stop... thought I needed a bit of fresh air." Axel would have asked why someone would be cooped up in the school too long, but then he figured the answer was simple. Solitary. He had yet to be put in there, which was probably a good thing. He would only return more angry before and make it his goal to off whichever staff member was stupid enough to not only put their hands on him, but to put him in one of those rooms. He did not do well in enclosed spaces, and those rooms were much too small with no windows. No, they would just not do at all. Axel hummed softly in acknowledgement of his answer, continuing ot keep his focus on the beautfiul scenery around him. He spent more time than most people in the cemetary. "It does not take from the scenery at all," Axel replied idly as he looked over the fading name and dates on the headstone he stopped by. Death in itself, whether viewing the act or the aftermath was beautiful, in Axel's opinion. The tattoo along his collarbone made that apparent, not that the other teen would be able to see it with his hoodie zipped up like it was. He probably should have warn something warmer, but Axe found himself not caring so much that he could not really feel his toes and his hands were red from the cold. He was sure his cheeks were, too. They often got red fast.
Axel remained lost in his thoughts, wondering about the different people buried there; how they lived, how they died, what they left behind. Their legacies would live on with their families, but after a time; no one would even remember their names. They would be like those older graves deeper in the cemetary that had their inforation worn off by time and the elements. Nobody even knew who was there. Axel almost felt sorry for them. Almost. They helped to make the graveyard as beautiful as it was. Sally hummed faintly in acknowledgement to Yony talking about something or other being sweet. His pet. Axel glanced over his shoulder at Yony and just watched the blond teen for a moment. Had he been fully sober, he might not have taken so well to someone uninvited making use out of his poor, dead pet. It was his pet, his, which meant no one had rights to touch the other teen but him. However, at that moment Axe was more interested in the fact that Yony seemed to be just as twisted as he was. That was a new concept to him. He had yet to find someone that agreed with him on like... anything. "He always was in life too," Axel remembered with a fond smile, glancing down at the remains of his toy. The kid had been so anxious to please Axel, to make him smile and get him what he needed. The football player had been the perfect little pet. That was, until Axel simply got tired of it. It was a sad day.
"Oh," laughed Axel as he found himself tugged toward Yony and he smirked a little as their bodies pressed together. Yony seemed to be a lot warmer than he was, and Axel was always fond of being close to someone, at least when it was wanted. There were times that Axel simply wanted no one's hands on him, though he always made it quite clear, quite fast. He tilted his head to the right slightly, watching as Yony used his own blade that had been pulled from his pocket to cut into one of the other boy's fingers. The slightly smaller boy inhaled sharply as he felt the other teen's hand on him and he laughed softly with a smirk at the other teen's question. "Oh, 'm sure we could find some use for you," Sally stated with a smirk before lapping at the blood collecting on Yony's finger. He then took the digit into his mouth with a slight hum, pulling Yony a little closer by the front of his coat. Typically Axel would not really just hook up with a random stranger, he liked to know the people he slept with a bit more. However, he was sure he could make an exception in Yony's case. He was definitely... different than anyone else, and Sally liked that, a lot. After releasing Yony's finger, Axel smirked at the other teen again before saying, "We can either get out of here for someplace inside, or make the most of having this place to ourselves." Axel was not shy and had no problems having sex in public, but he really did not want to get arrested there, especially with his pet so near. It would be difficult to explain that away.
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Post by Yony Helsha Katana on Nov 5, 2012 9:58:12 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 500px; background: url(http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j348/SimiXiamara/TSGO/SeizeTheDay/Skull2.jpg); border-radius: 30 30 30 30 px; padding: 10px;]. Just fear me, love me And I will be your slave Do as I say Yony was glad to be outside. That was definitely a fact that could be seen just from looking at him. The cold didn't even really seem to bother himall that much. He looked towards the male as he seemed to think over about the fact that he said he'd been trapped in the school for two weeks and he gave a small smirk. "I was locked in solitary for removing another kids' eye from its socket. I heard they weren't able to reattach the nerves, so he'll be blind in that eye for the rest of his life. I wonder if he'll be wearing an eye patch," he stated with a faint tone of amusement. He really had deserved it. If one couldn't use their eyes to see where they were going then what was the point of letting the boy keep them at all? To bad they'd been interupted before the task could be complete. He narrowed his eyes as he thought about the vile things he would have loved to do to Alaric Jester and his pretty boyfriend, Salizar Snighrig. How dare they interupt him and Vital?
He was brought back to the present as the other stated that the blood did not take from the scenery at all. "No, it doesn't. It gives it a bit of added character," he stated easily, wondering if Axel was simply going to just leave the body there. It wasn't wise to leave bodies laying around in public areas, of course, perhaps Axel had a plan involved in the whole thing. Of course, the fact that they'd both left footsteps in the snow could be interesting. Of course, with more predicted snowfall later that evening, their footprints would be gone soon enough, and it wasn't something that they could cast anyway. He looked over at the other male as he wantered around the gravestones, touching them every so often. He seemed fascinated by them. It was quite interesting to the white-haired male. He'd never met anyone quite like Axel. Even Vital, while similar to himself, did not partake in the glory of death.
Yony took note of the fondness with which this Axel Owens spoke about the dead boy. He tilted his head slightly as he listened to him speak. "Then tell me, why did you decide that it was time to euthenize him?" he asked, watching the other male carefully. "Seems to me like... you were quite fond of him. Did he simply become obsolete?" He hated when that happened... toys got broken or just became boring. Stupid toys, how dare they do that? They were supposed to remain interesting. Did they not understand that when they were no longer fulfilling their purpose that they would be disposed of? He wrinkled his nose slightly at the thought, thankfully, it hadn't happened to him to much, but of course he hadn't the chance for many pets until recently. His father wouldn't have approved of him bringing home strays.
But this new boy... already he had piqued Yony's interest and the junior wondered just how long the fasination would last. He loved the reactions that Sally was giving to him. The sharp inhales... the smirks. And even the reaction of that tongue darting out to lick his thumb. The vibrations of the humming sound he made. He allowed himself to be pulled quite a bit closer, their bodies practically pressed together. Dropping his hand once the other had released him, he smirked as the other stated that they could get out of their or make the most of having the place to themselves. "I don't know about you but... I've always had a fondness for sex in cemetaries... unless you don't think you can handle the cold..." he taunted, pressing even more firmly against the other, backing him up against a gravestone before he leaned in and bit down on the other's lip, drawing just a bit of blood with a low growl.
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