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[Koda Sprig]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #111111; border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px;][style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; background-image: url('http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y65/MsPadfoot05/DNAngel/vasilissadna6.jpg'); border: 10px solid #e4e4e4; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px; border-radius: 100%; -moz-border-radius: 100% -o-border-radius: 100%; -webkit-border-radius: 100%] [/style][style=height: 50px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; color: #e4e4e4; font-family: georgia; font-size: 34px; font-style: italic; padding-top: 20px;] [/style][style=height: 60px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; color: #111111; font-family: georgia; color: #bd92cd ;font-size: 9px; font-style: italic; background-color: #e4e4e4; padding-top: 10px; bored-bottom: 3px]Seems like most of my life's spent gettin' by day to day Fendin' off new hard times arrival Little by little I try as the days go by Waitin' around on some kind of luck's revival [/style][style=background-color: #e4e4e4; padding: 15px; padding-top: 0px; font-size: 10px;]It wasn’t too often when Koda would find himself in a tight situation he couldn’t think his way out of. But every so often, he somehow or another drops himself into a problem that he know will surely end badly. Like now for example. And really, the entire situation had started with good intentions. A man had dropped what looked to be like a valuable piece of jewelry, or rock, or something fancy enough to be considered important back in the shopping district. Koda had then picked it up and tried to return it. And here is where things got difficult. For some reason, the man in question was in a serious hurry. No matter what pace he took, the man was always ahead of him, weaving between crowds, moving with obvious purpose. Surely he didn’t realize he dropped his jewel—thing—what with how distracted he was by getting to his destination—wherever that was. It felt impossible to return it. But Koda was determined. “Sir! Wait! You dropped something!” The problem just happened to get more difficult still, however, when Koda had finally realized he had broken from the crowds a block or so back and found himself lost in the maze of alleys just before the downtown district. Everyone knew no one who wasn’t looking for trouble shouldn’t be in such an area, and Koda certainly was not looking for anything but to return the object in his hands. Where did the man go? Glancing back the way he came, forward, left, right, he was nowhere to be seen. What should he do then? Go back? Hand the jewel over to the police or something? He turned the ruby red jewel over in his hands, watching it glisten while he decided on his next course of action. [/style][style=margin: 8px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 30px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #515151;]words 300 tags anyone notes ---[/style]

[Mitya Eneas]

It was common sense to stay out of alleyways. If you wanted movies you'd know that everything bad that ever happened always went down in an alleyway for the most part.Plus, there was just something about the narrow walkways that instilled a form of claustrophobia on those who didn't even have a history of claustrophobia.For a seven foot tall giant of a man, it was another story. While, it was still not exactly the best idea to go into an alley, Mitya had less to worry about when it came to the nasty side of alleys.

Alleyways were like dirty shortcuts to anywhere you wanted to go, as long as you had the balls to go in them. Mitya was currently en route to a bar and managed to get a bit turned around in the alleys. He'd decided to go a new route to expand his knowledge of how the maze like alleys connected. That and he was pretty sure that he dropped a ring somewhere in the area while he was in a drunken stupor, and it was one of his favorites.

As the man wandered the alleys he noticed something peculiar up ahead, it was a young boy holding something. Something vaguely shiny. While at first the simple fact that there was a young boy in an alley piqued his interest initially, the fact that he was holding something shiny held his interest. Perhaps the child had found his ring. "Hey! Kid." he called out rather gruffly. The man wasn't exactly sweet with his words and it wouldn't be surprised if the flamboyant giant managed to scare the child.

'You're going to scare him.' his 'imaginary friend' Tim said to him. Dmitri wasn't stupid and knew better than to talk to himself so he simply replied to the imaginary voice with an irritated "Tch." which certainly didn't make him seem any sweeter.

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[Deming Lau]

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[atrb=vAlign,top] words 376 · tags koda · notes derp Deming was, to put it bluntly, obsessed. He'd spend years trying to break away from the family business, but now he found himself domineering it. He was searching for contractors, working out insurance, and taking the liberty of personally refusing every offer to buy the lot--and there were more than ever. In fact, he'd just met with one such interested buyer, a representative of one of the corporations Deming loathed. An insistent one, too, who kept giving offers 'he couldn't refuse', though that was exactly what Deming did. Refused, irritably and repeatedly, hoping that he could make his refusal even clearer in person. Deming had ended up running out of patience and cutting the meeting short--he had little concern of what the corporations thought of his manners, and knew better than to think patience and compliance would get through to any of these greedy corporate pigs. The representative had managed to slip Deming his business card, which Deming hardly spared a glance as he stormed out onto the streets of Atlantis. He had every intention of tossing it aside and never looking at it again, though it ended up forgotten in the pocket of his hoodie as he walked, with no real destination, to clear his head. He let himself turn off the main roads into a district of twisting alleyways, most empty of people. A good thing for the NEXT, who was hardly in the mood to deal with anyone. He remembered the card from earlier as he shoved his hands into hsi pockets, bringing it out. He turned it over in his hand, scanning the neatly printed text with a scowl, about to discard the thing when he felt himself collide into someone. "Watch it," He snarled, glancing up with sharp eyes to see a lost-looking kid standing in the middle of the street. His glance had barely flickered to the apparent object of interest in the stranger's hand before the sound of a voice drew his attention. He turned to face who had spoken, cocking a brow in a 'who me?' expression, before following his gaze back to what the kid was holding. He didn't say anything, but took a step away from the boy to make it clear they weren't together. template by john of ote

[Koda Sprig]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #111111; border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px;][style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; background-image: url('http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y65/MsPadfoot05/DNAngel/vasilissadna6.jpg'); border: 10px solid #e4e4e4; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px; border-radius: 100%; -moz-border-radius: 100% -o-border-radius: 100%; -webkit-border-radius: 100%] [/style][style=height: 50px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; color: #e4e4e4; font-family: georgia; font-size: 34px; font-style: italic; padding-top: 20px;] [/style][style=height: 60px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; color: #111111; font-family: georgia; color: #bd92cd ;font-size: 9px; font-style: italic; background-color: #e4e4e4; padding-top: 10px; bored-bottom: 3px]Seems like most of my life's spent gettin' by day to day Fendin' off new hard times arrival Little by little I try as the days go by Waitin' around on some kind of luck's revival [/style][style=background-color: #e4e4e4; padding: 15px; padding-top: 0px; font-size: 10px;]Going back and turning it in to the authorities was looking to be a good idea. He wasn’t having any luck finding the man he had been trailing up to this point, and now that he lost sight of him altogether, the hope to return it personally was all but gone. He didn’t even get a good look at the man’s face, so he wouldn’t be able to pick him out back in the crowds. He knew he shouldn’t be lingering in these alleys for too much longer, lest trouble find him quicker. Koda began to take his first steps in his backpedal, but didn’t make it so much as two steps in before making impact against something behind him. The something felt very solid and very human, and he jumped forward on instinct. He yelped, the individual—yes it is indeed a person—behind him grumpily responded, and he fumbled with the jewel in his hands a few times, nearly dropping it. “S-sorry!” Spinning around, he dropped his head in an apologetic gesture to the man he somehow or another collided into. Then there was another voice breaking the silence of the alley. This one was deeper and a lot gruffer than the first, his voice carrying in an echo against the narrow walls. Koda stood tall, turning to face the second and—“Whoa—“ this man was huge! And compared to his smaller self, he suddenly felt really… microscopic. But who was he addressing as ‘kid?’ The first he had accidently bumped into stepped aside as if to take himself away from the equation. Koda turned bright irises to the seemingly grumpy looking man, then tilted his gaze up to the taller. “Um, do you mean m-me?” [/style][style=margin: 8px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 30px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #515151;]words 289 tags Mitya, Deming, & anyone notes Oooo~[/style]

[Mitya Eneas]

Another man showed his face, but he was of little intrest to Mitya. His focus was the young man with the treasure in his hands. 'Try to be nicer.' Tim suggested, but as expected his suggestion was completely ignored. "Yeah you." he'd say with the same gruffness as before. Then he would gesture towards the black haired male. "Does he look like a fuckin' kid to you?" he'd ask. Looking over the black haired male he was only about half a foot taller than the boy, but that should have been sufficient enough to make it obvious who the 'kid' was.

'You're doing an absolutely fabulous job of being nicer.' his imaginary friend would say. Mitya would cross his arms in irritation. Ignoring Tim, Mitya would continue to speak at the boy."Whatcha got in your hand?" he'd question with a small jerk of his head. Easily, Mitya could be mistaken as a criminal or something who was going to mug the boy or extort him, though if either of them read the tabloids or was in the know they'd probably recognize him as the CEO of Leviathan Media.

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[Deming Lau]

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[atrb=vAlign,top] words 264 · tags koda, mitya · notes ergh kinda crappy Deming didn't react to the apology apart from a roll of his eyes, annoyed that he'd run into someone after all. The man who had spoken sounded angry, and the tone was enough that the younger boy met Deming's eyes as if hoping it wasn't intended for him. He gave a slight shrug, both apathetic and vaguely apologetic, glancing between the two other males with a raised eyebrow. Whatever the kid was holding, and whatever interest the older man had in it was none of Deming's concern. He had no initial intentions of getting involved or sticking around to see how it played out, moving to continue past the boy, before the older man's attention reached him. He glanced back to meet the large man's eyes as he felt himself being looked over, returning with a scrutinatizing gaze. As the attention moved back to the younger teen, Deming realized who this man was. He was a CEO, the head of Leviathan Media, wasn't he? Despite the fact that the particular corporation had yet to make any offers of purchases, Deming still felt an immediate dislike for the man. Corporate scum was corporate scum, and he couldn't help but regain some interest. What was a high ranking guy like this even doing, cussing out some teenage boy in an alleyway? He paused, turning to look between the two. He had an urge to speak up for the boy, if only to be speaking out against the CEO, but decided against it for the time being, looking to the redhead to see what he would do. template by john of ote

[Koda Sprig]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #111111; border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px;][style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; background-image: url('http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y65/MsPadfoot05/DNAngel/vasilissadna6.jpg'); border: 10px solid #e4e4e4; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px; border-radius: 100%; -moz-border-radius: 100% -o-border-radius: 100%; -webkit-border-radius: 100%] [/style][style=height: 50px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; color: #e4e4e4; font-family: georgia; font-size: 34px; font-style: italic; padding-top: 20px;] [/style][style=height: 60px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; color: #111111; font-family: georgia; color: #bd92cd ;font-size: 9px; font-style: italic; background-color: #e4e4e4; padding-top: 10px; bored-bottom: 3px]Seems like most of my life's spent gettin' by day to day Fendin' off new hard times arrival Little by little I try as the days go by Waitin' around on some kind of luck's revival [/style][style=background-color: #e4e4e4; padding: 15px; padding-top: 0px; font-size: 10px;]Koda flinched and ducked his head low in a submissive gesture when the large man started spewing harsh words at him. Holy crap, not only was this man impossibly huge, but he seemed mad about something. And that something must have been him—somehow or another. Instinctively, he took a step back, the little alarm in the back of his mind telling him to run and run now. Again, his eyes darted to the other man who he bumped into first. But he wasn’t doing much other than standing by. Why was he standing there? He was starting to work up a panic. And Koda knew what happened when he was frightened. Paranoia was also beginning to settle in as he quietly begged himself not to lose it here and tip something off with his powers. Not here, not here! Almost as if to mock him, loose pebbles rattled and shifted gently at his feet. The large man he wouldn’t dare look in the eye now gestured vaguely and indicated to the object caught securely in his gloved hands. Koda brought the item closer to himself and shook his head. ”Someone had dropped it. I was trying to r-return it.” Though he didn’t know how he was going to do that now. He couldn’t remember what the man had looked like. He never did get a good look at him. That little bell in his head that was ringing run, run, run was still chiming away in his head. But Koda felt stuck, rooted to the spot. [/style][style=margin: 8px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 30px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #515151;]words 257 tags Mitya, Deming, & anyone notes Watch out! Koda's gonna pebble you to death. ;[/style]