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Post by Confetti on Jan 4, 2014 1:09:27 GMT
Samuel looked at him funny. The eye flutter on that man nearly made him sick to his stomach. "Definitely," he promised slowly. He quickly turned around and started walking away quickly, dearly hoping the strange person wouldn't follow him. He was glad that the man hadn't asked for his name. He straightened his coat as he took a deep breath. For some reason he felt like he had just escaped a life or death situation, which he obviously hadn't.
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Post by Koe-chan on Jan 4, 2014 1:19:59 GMT
Allen's innocent smile twisted into a devious smirk, and he crept forward after the man, moving like a cat. Blood dripped from the cuts on his arms, torso, hands and face, the sound of the droplets hitting the sidewalk filling the empty air. He giggled softly under his breath, too quiet for the other to hear. Suddenly he moved forward with a burst of speed and wrapped his thin, fragile-looking arms around the man's waist. "Where are you going, love?" he cooed, "Don't you want to get to know me better, Sammy?"
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Post by Confetti on Jan 4, 2014 1:24:26 GMT
Samuel elbowed the man in the stomach and pulled away from the man's thin arms. He stumbled in front of him a little, then quickly whirled around, flipping up his cane and wielding it like a sword. He had trained using his cane as a weapon so nobody would expect him to be able to fight. He bounced back and forth on his heels defensively. "How do you know my name?" he demanded in a voice he rarely used.
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Post by Koe-chan on Jan 4, 2014 1:31:10 GMT
The white-haired man pouted like a child, crossing his arms over his chest. "What do you mean, love? You told me." He watched Samuel with bright red eyes, his left eye covered by his hair. His white dress-shirt was ripped in places and speckled with red, the tie crooked and hanging loosely around his neck. From this view you could see his slim figure and the fact that his eyes, instead of being actually pink like an albino's, really had red irises.
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Post by Confetti on Jan 4, 2014 1:37:06 GMT
Samuel shook his head, taking slow steps away from him. "I did not tell you my name," he insisted in an almost desperate voice. Had he? He thought back to their conversation, and he couldn't remember telling the strange man anything about himself. He wished he was at his house again. At his house he felt like he was powerful. He glared at the man, his strange yellow eyes seeming as though they were glowing. He struggled to hold his eerie red gaze, however.
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Post by Lee-Pacing on Jan 4, 2014 1:38:57 GMT
Maura paced back and forth. Her feet had made a little trench in the dirt as she walked back and forth. "As you can see, ladies and smeltengen of the jury t-Smeltengen? Are you shitting me Maura?" She groaned. Her case was going nowhere, and she kept slipping up when she tried to make her statements.
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Post by Koe-chan on Jan 4, 2014 1:39:36 GMT
Allen's expression became sympathetic as he walked closer to the taller man, a small smile plastered on his face. "Silly love, of course you did. How else would I know?" He reached out for Samuel's hand, as if offering himself to the other. "You know..." His smile widened into a crooked grin. "Perhaps the white rabbit told me. He's very smart, see."
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Post by Confetti on Jan 4, 2014 1:44:48 GMT
Samuel whipped his hand away from his, taking steps back so he could stay a distance away from him. "Who are you? Who sent you to torment me like this?" he asked suspiciously, tossing his cane from his right hand to his left, then back to his right. He had a growing suspicion that this man was greatly troubled, quite possibly insane. But that didn't explain how he knew his name.
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Post by Koe-chan on Jan 4, 2014 1:48:01 GMT
Allen's expression changed to one of sincere hurt, and he lowered his hand. "Sammy, love...why are you yelling at me? I haven't done anything wrong." Tears glistened in his red eyes, threatening to break free and stream down his pale cheeks. He sniffed quietly, looking away from him and to the side, one hand holding onto the opposite arm.
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Post by Confetti on Jan 4, 2014 1:51:13 GMT
Samuel didn't like the way the man avoided answering his questions by playing the victim. He figured he would need to take a different approach to get himself information. He stood a distance away with him, still holding his cane ready to fight. "What else did your white rabbit tell you?" he asked, trying to speak in a more curious tone rather than a demanding one.
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Post by Koe-chan on Jan 4, 2014 1:59:21 GMT
The young man turned his head and stared at him, his expression now completely blank, the tears gone. "The white rabbit doesn't tell me anything, love," he said in a whisper-like voice, moving towards him again, swaying slightly as if drunk. "All I do is follow him. I follow him everywhere." His stance had become almost predatory. "But the voices, love...they tell me everything."
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Post by Confetti on Jan 4, 2014 2:02:19 GMT
Samuel could have sworn the man had said that the rabbit could have told him his name, but he shook the thought, playing along with his ridiculous games. He took a deep breath. "What do these voices tell you?" he asked, starting to walk away from him again. There was no doubt in his mind: This man was insane.
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Post by Lee-Pacing on Jan 4, 2014 2:02:40 GMT
edited the front page
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Post by Koe-chan on Jan 4, 2014 2:09:19 GMT
"They told me your name, Samuel Oakland." His lips twisted upwards into a rather psychotic smile, his blood-red eyes lighting up with excitement. "They told me a lot of things about you, love." Allen, being quick on his feet, was by Samuel's side a few seconds later, standing on his tip-toes and putting his arms around his neck. "Why don't you take me to your pretty little house for our first date, hmm?"
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Post by Confetti on Jan 4, 2014 2:16:33 GMT
Samuel shouted in surprise from the sudden maneuvers. He pushed the man away from him, taking a few steps back. "Get away from me! Don't touch me!" he commanded, feeling gross inside by the man's weird motives. "I'm not taking you to my house," he insisted. But I'll kindly direct you to the nearest asylum, he thought darkly. He kept taking more and more steps back, making sure there was enough distance between them that he could react if he made any more motions toward him. "What else did the voices say?" he growled, destined to know how this man knew him.
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