Joker in the Dark of the Night (Open)

[Sen Guntur]

A king, in my own mind.

Cheeks

were full, eyes were wide and tiny feet had been scurrying as fast as they could carry his tiny body. Sen had been out indulging himself with his own pleasures again. Tonight his victim had been of a fat woman who lived up the street from himself. Sen had first met her during his morning shift at the Convenience store he worked at. She had been buying a couple bags of potato chips and wouldn’t stop complaining about how costly the things where.

Now, any other clerk would have shrugged their shoulders, rung the items in and sent her on her way. But Sen was not any other clerk. You see, Sen had an issue with his mouth. It often blurted out words before he even realized he had anything at all. Horrible, dreadful medical condition it was. At least that’s what he told his boss who had rolled his eyes at him. Turned out his boss didn’t believe it. Like Sen was a liar or something!

“Practically stealing this is. Four fifty for this tiny thing. I don’t even know why I’m bothering.” Was part of what she had said when she made it to the counter. Before Sen could stop himself the words “You certainly could do without them,” had been blurted out. He had never seen someone’s face turn a brighter red so fast. It was like a tomato boiling in large, red hot pot. After that she exploded into a yelling fit. Sen began throwing around a few words such as flub, and obese which finally led to a ‘You’re so fat joke.’ Eventually the woman left and a few hours later Sen landed himself a meeting with his boss. Two week suspension from work. It was completely unfair. After all, it hadn’t been his fault she was overweight. Now he was out of a pay check and had nothing to do after school. It left room for only one thing. Pay back.
He had been in and out of the house so quickly he doubted anyone would even know he had been there. It had been such an easy job. The first floor window had been open leaving Sen with the simple task of chewing through the screen. Why was it simple? Well, as a chipmunk he was blessed with incredible sharp teeth. After chewing a small hole, Sen found his way up the stairs and into a bedroom. It was almost as if the woman had laid it all out for him to steal. She had left a couple hundred dollars inside her half open dresser. Those were the first things Sen shoved into his mouth, filling one cheek. After that he went for the open jewelry box on top of the dresser. A few small earrings and a gold chain filled his other cheek. After that he slipped a ring around his tiny neck and off he went.

So, why had he run to the cemetery? For a hiding place of course. No one ever looked there. He simply buried the goods and in a few days when the cost was clear, he went back to retrieve them. Sure enough he had already began to spit the goods out, shoving them into a tiny crack of a tombstone. Once he was certain it was well hidden, Sen skittered off, making his way deeper into the cemetery. When the cost was clear his body began to change and deform. It almost looked painful as joints popped out of place and body parts began to grow. Luckily it didn’t hurt at all and soon enough Sen was once again in his human form. He was a good looking man, or at least he told people he was. His hair was somewhat long with a brownish red colouring. His eyes were blue with speckles of green. His clothes were nothing impressive. Worn, brown leather jacket, black t-shirt, faded jeans and old brown boots. He was poor. Nothing more to be said.

“Should’ve got myself something to eat.” His voice echoed through the cemetery as spoke to himself with a hint of pleasure in his voice. “Going to starve before I make it back home.” Though he had no intentions of going home. Instead he plopped himself up onto one of the taller grave stones and looked up at the sky. It was nice night. Chilly. But nice.

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[jetta blaise]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/2ytodwj.jpg,true] JETTA BLAISE slit wrists and sleeping with the girl next door actions "speak louder than" thoughts Jetta hadn't his this little homework since fourth grade. He carried his black messenger bag across his body, hanging at his right hip comfortably. His slender, pale hand rested on it, sleeves of his black khaki jacket pulled over his palms. It was his favorite, slightly worn from years of wear, though it was shorter on him than it had been last year - just another sign that the boy was still growing, and was sure to be a tall adult. Not that he wasn't already reasonably tall. And, if one were to ask him he was already an adult and age was just a number. A seventy-two year old divine was among his classmates, and yet she didn't look a day over seventeen; things like that had a way of skewing perception. It's the brain that matters, Jet liked to say. Some people went home in their spare time, others played outside... But the blue-eyed boy had something else to tend to. Something depressing. Once, he'd visited his father, Alexander, in prison. A request on the man's part, as he wanted to see his son on his twelfth birthday. The resemblance had been striking. The exact same blue eyes, and they really were exact, down to every subtle detail and the exact color. The same hair color, though thankfully Jet's father had it cut in prison, so it wasn't the same style as it had been in the pictures the little boy had seen his whole life. The same haircut he wanted, and eventually had. And, though there was an obvious age difference, the same face. Jetta Blaise left that room, shaking. It was the first time he realized - really realized - that he very much was his father's son. And from then on, he had lived in fear of every dark thought in his mind, of every time he looked in the mirror and saw himself. But he felt guilty as well. And that was why he was there. Elizibeth Blackwell and Jill Dubois. The casualties. The first one was a very gorgeous woman while she'd been alive - a succubus, in fact - aged twety-three. And Jill, she had married a divine (risky move, considering only one of the couple was immortal.) Just a normal human, caught in the crossfire. Both were innocent of everything, save misfortune. They were buried there, in the Rebel's Kiss cemetary, and the boy wanted to pay his respects for the umpteenth time. It was relatively peaceful - the birds in the trees were silent, there were no small animals save a few going about their business quickly... As he looked upon one of the gravestones, a beautful granite tribute to what should have been, he scuffed one of his black and white Converse in the dirt, contemplating. At least, until he heard a voice somewhere in the darkness. Jet jumped, obviously, blue eyes searching the dark graveyard. No use - Jet had always had less than perfect eyesight, especially in darkness. Lifting his hand, the boy let a small flame creep up and burn from one finger, lighting the way towards a strange figure sitting upon a headstone. Surely that had been the cause of the sound. "... Hello?" Maybe it's a ghost.

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[Sen Guntur]

A king, in my own mind.

"Shit"

was the first word that slipped past Sen's lips when when he spotted the sudden appearance of a flame. It was almost a habit for Sen to assume the worst when something unexpected reared it ugly face. Surely the light meant he cought. He had no idea how but it was enough to cause Sen to spring to his feet. He was just about ready to come up with some sort of a lie when he heard the 'Hello...'

It was only one, simple word, but it managed to wash away every speck of Sen panic attack. This word, and the way it had been said meant many things. They weren't sure who was there. Which meant they hadn't seen him. If they hadn't seen him then he wasn't caught. But... perhaps it was a good idea to double check. Better safe than sorry.

As Sen's panic disappeared, his mind began to take over, working with his eyes to get a better look at the person behind the flames. It was a boy. Probably around sixteen or seventeen. Defiantly younger than himself. This night was only getting better because now Sen had a new play thing.

"Yah scared the shit out of me, kid." Sen's voice was loud and clear as he straighten his body and lifted his hand to shield his eyes from the light. A fire elemental. Or at least that's what Sen assumed the younger boy was. He had seen a few of them in his classes. Then again, Sen wouldn't be suprised if the boy was something else. Surely there were other creatures out there that could use fire. "Why don't put that thing out. Little girls shouldn't play with fire." And thus the fun began.

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[jetta blaise]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/2ytodwj.jpg,true] JETTA BLAISE slit wrists and sleeping with the girl next door actions "speak louder than" thoughts "Oh, I'm sorry,", Jet started, in a way that implied absolutely no sincerity lurked behind that sentence. "I had no idea I was disturbing what I'm sure is an innocent one-man party in the middle of a goddamn cemetery." The flames at his fingertips burned brighter with their owner's spark of temper. "I'd hate to interrupt that French vampire cult thing you have going on," he continued, with a general wave of his fire-free hand to the guy's face. However, despite the fact he'd been angered by this slightly older and very mysterious stranger, Jet stepped closer, refusing to extinguish his favorite thing in the world - aside from smoking, though that sort of went hand-in-hand with fire. He smirked. "What are you doing out here in the dark? I'm sure it's past your bedtime..." With flames reflected in his blue eyes, Jet examined the situation before him with relative disdain. He knew he could be quite a hypocrite, but he was apt to use any weapon at his disposal when he was angry. Especially since he hadn't had a bad day until now, so he'd had nobody to take his anger out on. "Besides, I can't anyone with the IQ to insult a stranger, obviously an elemental, with nobody else around, seriously..." The boy noticed that, despite their age difference, they were the same height - that was good. He narrowed his eyes spitefully at the stranger. Oh, he knew that the guy could probably have been visiting dead loved ones, but Jet was a teenage boy with a temper and thus didn't care very much. "So no, I don't think I'll put it out."

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Sorry Jet's such a jerk :C

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[Sen Guntur]

A king, in my own mind.

Jackpot!

Sen had defiantly found himself a perfect play mate. See, there had been two types of people Sen use to love poking fun at. The jocks and the 'bad boys'. The jocks weren't quite as fun because they often weren't very good at mustering up witting comebacks. In result, Sen always found himself running to save his ass within a few moments.

The 'bad boys' as Sen had already decided to categorize this boy in, often had a bit more intelligence to them. They bit back just as hard as Sen thus resulting in the conversations lasting a bit longer. Not always, but more often than the jocks. Course in the end it also lead to a much more risky escape once the bomb was finally set off. There was even a time Sen had to resort to taking on his animal skin just to escape. Man, he hoped he'd never have to resort to climbing through a sewer vent again. Then again, the fun he had before hand was well worth doing it again.

'One-man party,' Sen couldn't help letting his smile curve slightly larger. It was a clever opening sentence. He almost wished he had thought of it. "French vampire cult?" His hand rose to his chin as he pretended to think it over a bit, "Funny I don't even know any french." Sen had sounded calm and the grin stayed plastered on his face, but his body language was giving a bit of his cowardliness away. As the boy stepped closer, he stepped back. A clear fire sign that Sen would turn tail and jolt it out of there if felt his time was up.

Crap on a stick, this boy wasn't just biting back, he was shredding him apart. He certainly had a wild temper. Much like the flame held in his hand. Fire elemental suited him well. But Sen wasn't about to back down just yet. He had a few tricks up his sleeve. Besides, he couldn't allow himself to be torn apart without getting at least one good jab in as well. First action was to completely ignore the question that had been asked.

"My, my, such a wise young man you are, I was clearly a fool to have opened my mouth." Sen cooed his sleek grin proving he wasn't sincere with his words. Though there was a hint of something else in his voice. Almost like a beckoning. As he spoke, he moved, taking a few, slow steps to his side to remove himself from having a gravestone at his back.

"Well now I really do have a dilemma on my hands. How will I ever make up for rudeness if I must head home," As Sen spoke in a highly dramatic tone, his feet once again shifted as he slowly began to circle the younger man , "Oh I know!" His eyes suddenly narrow, his grin grew slightly devilish and tone lowered, "I could take you on a date. Treat you to ice cream. Take you for a walk in the park. Or if you aren't the romantic type I could just take you home. I'm sure you could teach me a thing or two." Creepy? Eh, the boy might try calling him that but Sen wouldn't be fazed by it. He was quite open with his sexuality and had absolutely no problem hitting on anyone he could get a reaction out of.

[jetta blaise]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/2ytodwj.jpg,true] JETTA BLAISE slit wrists and sleeping with the girl next door actions "speak louder than" thoughts Weakness. Jet sensed it, like a wolf going after an injured bison. The way the guy stepped back - oh, yes, the boy saw. He'd learned a bit from his mother, and that being how to (sort of) read a person. It wasn't something the boy was naturally good at. Some people were gifted with writing but just couldn't quite "get" math. Well, there were tons of things Jetta didn't "get," but at least he knew how to use his element better than most sixteen-year-olds. Educationally, there was very little left to learn about his actual powers, and even then he'd done an awful lot of step two - endurance and strength. He followed the stranger when he moved backwards. And then he was a little confused, though his face didn't show it. Was the guy serious? It would have been several firsts. The first time Jet had actually been the recipient of such an offer, the first time a conversation went close to the eighteen or older section of the store, and the first time a creepy stranger hit on him (even if jokingly.) "Being the wise young man I apparently am," Jet replied, . "I'm gong to have to deny your so very tempting offer." The boy smirked a little, giving the stranger his very best bedroom eyes. "After all, I'm quite sure this is how boys get killed." Jet would let the stranger circle him - he had nothing to fear - though his own voice did change as well. Deeper, darker, perhaps meant to be more threatening. "A stranger in the cemetery? That never ends well..." A grin parted the boy's lips, though it was all theatrical. He wasn't a killer like his father, but he could certainly hunt, as well as at least try to be suggestive. "But in all honesty, it'd probably be you teaching me."

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leave it to my character to mix murder and sex

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[Sen Guntur]

A king, in my own mind.

“Pity,”

Sen murmured in response to the younger boy turning him down. “We could have had soo much fun.” Though his voice still sounded a bit seductive, part of it didn’t sound too convincing. As if his mind was distracted a bit. Which it was. In fact he had been thinking over a question that had sprung into his mind after the younger boy had declined him. ‘Was he threatening me?’ It certainly didn’t sound likenor look like he was afraid of Sen murdering him. Surely the boy wouldn’t act upon the threat… right? Right. But just to keep safe Sen kept himself on his toes, ready to defend his behind if he had to.

“You w-“ Sen had paused in mind sentence, his mind registering the last comment the younger man had made. Then, without any warning at all, Sen broke into a fit of laughter. It wasn’t that Sen didn’t agree with the boy. He had adventured enough in that realm of things to last him a life time. It was the pure fact that his comment had completely caught Sen off guard.

“My, my.” Sen cooed between fits of laughter, “The big bad fire elemental is innocent.” His laughter died down a bit and slowly wiped away a tear from his eye, “That’s cute. I could learn to like you, boy. That is, if you don’t try to kill me first.” Sen gave a wink after that, stepping back just a bit to make sure he could get out of harm’s way if he crossed the line at any point.

“Do tell, are keeping yourself for someone, or just waiting to impress your mom?” He teased, unable to help himself, "I'm sure she would be very happy. But just between you and," His voice lowered to a loud whisper, "only pansies and the confused wait. Which are you?"

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[jetta blaise]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/2ytodwj.jpg,true] JETTA BLAISE slit wrists and sleeping with the girl next door actions "speak louder than" thoughts Jet rolled his bright blue eyes at the stranger's response, as if it was in fact a pity. "Oh, I'm sure." The idea of having "fun" with somebody - anybody, really - was a foreign concept to "innocent" Jetta, and in fact, it made his stomach do a flip. Hell, people hardly ever so much as touched the kid - even a pat on the shoulder would be strange for him. At the age where most kids were just beginning to explore that realm, Jetta was just doing schoolwork and sneaking smokes into his room. (He kept them under his mattress.) Sen laughed? Being a hormonal, defensive teenage boy, the boy glared, eyes narrowing to cyan slits outlined in black. What was wrong with what he'd said? Nothing, right? What was so funny then? "I don't think anything's cute." But he did try to keep himself calm. Keeping himself for somebody? Not even close. Trying to impress his mother? Yeah, right. Nor was he a pansy - at least, he was pretty sure he wasn't. He was sure if he actually liked somebody, or was tempted... Confused, well, there was truth to that. But not like he'd actually open up to a stranger. Jet grinned, dimming the flames at his fingertips, and slowly stepped towards the guy again. Slender, white fingers were brought close to his body, letting the light cast in eerie shadows over his face. "Do I look like either of those to you?"

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[Sen Guntur]

A king, in my own mind.

Sen

found himself taking a step back once again. Though this time it was a bit more hesitant. Jetta's step forward hadn't seemed as threatening as the first but he wasn't going to take any chances.

"A pansy... No. Confused, well..." A moment of silence was given before he continued, "Most of the confused wouldn't admit it to even themselves. I'm guessing you're about sixteen or seventeen? About the age where most start to second guess themselves." He let out a small chuckle, "There were so many confused individuals when I was in high school. It was so much fun weeding them out. I remember one had a habit of calling me a fag even after we spent the night together. But enough about that." He had realized he had been talking quite a bit. A habit he fell into a lot.

"Why don't we play a game," Sen had decided he liked this boy, abandoning his original quest to push his buttons into bursting. "You tell me something about yourself and I'll give you the same information about myself. Sound like fun? Of course it does. I love games." This was Sen's favorite game. He wasn't sure why but no one had to have a reason for liking something, right?

Though the game did have many advantages. Sen often got the chance to learn a lot about the person in front of him. Not just because they were giving him information about themselves. You see, the type of information they gave was always different from person to person. It spoke volumes about them. Often brought out tiny things, like if the person was afraid of Sen, curious, liked pets or parting, and more.

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