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Shadow Flare Wolf Captain
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 Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 5:30 pm
Where you can heal up, regardless of if you've won or lost a battle. This is a fighting free area which pretty much means no fighting is allowed here. 
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 1:24 pm
~Night~ I let out a hiss as I hiss as I staggered down the white halls of the hospital. It was really late so no one was up. Most of my wounds from my eariler battle had healed but there was still pain present. Even though, I force my body to move. I never was one to sit still queitly. At the moment my mission was to track down that boy, I was determined to get his name even if it killed me. I continued to stagger down the halls until I disappeared into the night.
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Shadow Flare Wolf Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 9:05 pm
~ | M I Y A x K I Y O K O x L E N O R A | ~
BLP- 0
"Mimi" or "Yoko"  Why can we never go back to bed?
Whose is the voice ringing in my head?
Where is the sense in these desperate dreams?
Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?
Sure as the clock keeps its steady chime
Weak as I walk to its steady rhyme
Ticking away from the ones we love
So many girls, so little time Coming From The Amusement Park
The previous day had been normal. She'd had a relaxation day, bumped into Dante at the amusement park, then he collapsed, ending in her calling the ambulance to come get him. A perfectly normal day in her life.Today, she walked down the street, carrying a plastic bag as she headed to the hospital. She hummed to herself then, when she saw the hospital, sprinted forward. While she ran, she held onto the bag to make sure it didn't get hurt in anyway.
When she reached the hospital she slowed and made sure to hide a dark purple and blue bruise on her right cheek (the size of an adult male's fist) with her hair, then walked in and waved to the lady behind the desk. The lady automatically told her Dante's room number and Miya thanked her before headed to the room. Sadly, Dante and Miya seemed like regulars here, but she tried not to think about that. She walked to the elevator and pressed the up button, then waited and tapped her foot impatiently. Finally the doors opened and she slid into the elevator. She pressed the button for Dante's floor and let the doors shut.
She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, waiting for the quiet 'ting' that let her know she was at her floor. When she heard it, she pushed off the wall and walked into the floor when the doors opened and went directly to Dante's room. She hated it at the hospital, she always felt like someone would run out sigh a giant syringe and stab her in the arm. The thought made her shudder so badly she had to stop walking to keep hold of the bag. After a few seconds to make sure the contents of the bag were okay, she started off again and went to Dante's room.
She knocked on the door quietly, then opened it and peered in the room. "Dante, you awake in here?" She called out, and stepped inside of the room, the back hidden completely behind her as she walked to the middle of the floor to see how her friend was doing, all the while letting her hair cover the right side of her face, and the bruise... 4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Never let me sleep
I close my eyes and pray
For the garish light of day
Like a frightened child I run
From the sleep that never comes
4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Out of bed I creep
To climb this tower of shame
But the hour's still the same
Only slumber never came
Only madness knows my name
At 4 o'Clock 
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 9:23 pm
- | Dante | -
BLP - 3
A Shroud of Mystery   This world, what is it, what lies beyond it...
Should I fight to see, or give up and die...
Is what lies beyond worth the trouble of living? Dante was in a plane white room... Sitting in a plain white bed... He was wearing hospital scrubs and had an IV hooked up to his arm... A tube pumping oxygen was running/up his nose... It seemed that every time he came to the hospital... He ended up getting one of them... And every time he did... He'd always complain about it... He looked weak... And there was a small amount of dried blood on the lower right of his lip... He smiled as he waved to Miya. "hey... I see your 'mom'... made me some more food" He said quietly... Just short of a whisper... A beeping noise coming from his heart monitor reassured that he was doing alright...
His gaze shifted to her hair before he sighed. "why do you even bother hiding it... you know my eye's are to good to miss something like that... so what happened..." He asked calmly... On most normal occasions... Dante would freak out... Then demand to know what happened... But when ever he was at the hospital... He always seemed depressingly calm... "did someone hurt you... who was it... you know you can tell me anything Mi Mi..." He said...
His gaze shifted to the food before he looked away... "I... can't lift anything... I can barely lift my arms right now... you'll have to feed me..." He mumbled clearly not over joyed about the situation... Truth be told his condition had never been this bad before... Usually he could at the very least feed him self... Or wipe away the blood he'd cough up... But at the moment he had to rely on others... Something he hated doing... Not because he considered it a weakness... Simply because it was literally a complete 360 flip of his life...Normally others were depending on him... And by others it was mainly Miya... Tho now she didn't seem to want his help... And to Dante it felt like he was being pushed away... Tho he was fully aware as to why... But never the less... I'd rather be feared then respected...
Because this way I dont have to worry...
About Being Betrayed or Befriended... 
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 9:59 pm
~ | M I Y A x K I Y O K O x L E N O R A | ~
BLP- 0
"Mimi" or "Yoko" Why can we never go back to bed?
Whose is the voice ringing in my head?
Where is the sense in these desperate dreams?
Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?
Sure as the clock keeps its steady chime
Weak as I walk to its steady rhyme
Ticking away from the ones we love
So many girls, so little timeMiya walked over to the side of the bed as Dante spoke. She sat on the edge of the bed with the food in her lap. "It's a tradition. And you normally don't like the food here, right?" She asked and smiled a bit. She Started to unwrap the bag, but paused when he spoke about the bruise. She looked down a bit, then shook her head gently. "I'll tell you when you're done eating." She said and took the lid off a little box, a bento, and picked up the stick of a sweet dumpling skewer and smiled at him a bit.
She didn't move her hair as she put the sweet dumplings in front of his mouth, she didn't want to show him right now in case it upset him. "Mom made These, Yaki Gyoza, and Ichigo Daifuku." She said, picking up the box to show him the two other skewers with three dumplings each on one, three white coated balls which, when cut into, showed the dark, chocolate like second layer, and a strawberry in the middle, and about ten Yaki Gyoza, somewhat looking like mini tacos, but not quite.
She more often than not looked off to the side or at the bed, anywhere but him. 'The bruises up until now were able to be hidden... But this one isn't so easily concealed. Especially to him.' She thought, a distant look settled on her face as she started to get lost in her thoughts. 4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Never let me sleep
I close my eyes and pray
For the garish light of day
Like a frightened child I run
From the sleep that never comes
4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Out of bed I creep
To climb this tower of shame
But the hour's still the same
Only slumber never came
Only madness knows my name
At 4 o'Clock
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 10:13 pm
- | Dante | -
BLP - 3
A Shroud of Mystery This world, what is it, what lies beyond it...
Should I fight to see, or give up and die...
Is what lies beyond worth the trouble of living? Dante arched an eye brow as Miya said she'd tell him after he'd finished eating... He sighed as she held up the dumpling to his mouth before leaning forward slightly... He seemed have an incredible amount of trouble in doing so... He took the first dumpling off the stick as he began to chew... He seemed to even be having trouble doing just that... He tried his best... But in the end he could barely sink his teeth into it before his jaw dropped and the dumpling rolled out of his mouth... His condition seemed to be worse then appearances led to believe... His breathing had increased as he frowned... "<********>" He mumbled... Dante never did have the best language in the world...
"so why is it that your... mother... keeps baking me all this food... to my knowledge... she hates my guts with a passion... hell she could probably turn it into a sport if she really wanted to..." He said as his gaze shifted down Miya's body. "but to more serious matters... are there more bruises..." He asked as his gaze shifted back up to her eye's... "and dont lie to me Mi Mi... you know your a terrible lier..." He said... That calm smile no where to be seen... Dante... Didn't seem like Dante at the moment... Then again he never really seemed like him self when he was in the hospital... I'd rather be feared then respected...
Because this way I dont have to worry...
About Being Betrayed or Befriended...
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 12:24 pm
~ | M I Y A x K I Y O K O x L E N O R A | ~
BLP- 0
"Mimi" or "Yoko" Why can we never go back to bed?
Whose is the voice ringing in my head?
Where is the sense in these desperate dreams?
Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?
Sure as the clock keeps its steady chime
Weak as I walk to its steady rhyme
Ticking away from the ones we love
So many girls, so little timeMiya frowned a bit at how much effort it took him just to chew his food. When he kept talking she was wondering what to do to feed him, but she looked up when she heard his questions. She tilted her head a bit and furrowed her brow. "Mom makes food all the time. She may not like people, but that's no reason not to help out when they're hurt or sick." She said, though she didn't look at him when she said it. She was still looking at the dumpling skewer trying to think.
Her head shot up when he said 'bruises', though. When it did, her hair fell into it's natural place, showing the adult male's fist size bruise. She looked at him for a minute, then to the side. "I know I'm a terrible liar..." She muttered, then sighed, deciding to just get it over with.. "Yes. There are more." She said, sighing softly. She looked at the dumplings and frowned a bit. 4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Never let me sleep
I close my eyes and pray
For the garish light of day
Like a frightened child I run
From the sleep that never comes
4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Out of bed I creep
To climb this tower of shame
But the hour's still the same
Only slumber never came
Only madness knows my name
At 4 o'Clock
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 7:44 pm
- | Dante | -
BLP - 3
A Shroud of Mystery This world, what is it, what lies beyond it...
Should I fight to see, or give up and die...
Is what lies beyond worth the trouble of living? Dante chuckled quietly as Miya made her excuse for her 'mothers' cooking. "I see... well I suppose that's fair enough" He said... Tho clearly was still in disbelief... Tho he didn't seem to be paying to much mind to the dumpling skewer sitting on his groin... That or he just couldn't look down to see it... One of the two... Either way his gaze was set souly on Miya... "ya... you do suck at lieing" He said with a quiet laugh... As her hair fell into it's natural place he sighed before shaking his head. "and you just let someone do that to you? must be one tough a*****e to hit you like that and get away with it... let alone multiple times" He said before laughing quietly once more- only to be cut off by coughing...
"so who was it that did it?" He asked as he raised an eye brow... Right before his stomach started howling for food... Dante's eye twitched as it did before he sighed... "this sucks..." He mumbled... "god... at this rate I wont even last the rest of the year" He said with another laugh... Clearly Dante was not one to fear death... Especially not by these means... Never the less... The odds didn't exactly look good for Dante... And now that he was raising his bl... The risk was even higher... I'd rather be feared then respected...
Because this way I dont have to worry...
About Being Betrayed or Befriended...
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 10:25 pm
~ | M I Y A x K I Y O K O x L E N O R A | ~
BLP- 0
"Mimi" or "Yoko" Why can we never go back to bed?
Whose is the voice ringing in my head?
Where is the sense in these desperate dreams?
Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?
Sure as the clock keeps its steady chime
Weak as I walk to its steady rhyme
Ticking away from the ones we love
So many girls, so little timeMiya frowned a bit when she saw he obviously didn't believe her about her mother making the food, though he probably had a good reason not to believe her. She glared at him, but didn't deny about her lying. When she noticed her hair, and when he noticed the bruise, she looked to the side and let her hair cover her face. "I don't think my mom would like me hitting her boyfriend...." She muttered, sighing. She had said after he ate, but he could always get her to tell him things before she planned on it.
She looked at him as she heard his stomach, then laughed a bit and casually took the bite of the last dumpling on that skewer. She chewed it slowly, but didn't swallow. Instead, she leaned over to Dante and put her lips to his gently. Her eyes closed automatically as she fought back a blush. She didn't blush anymore... But why was her pulse racing? It wasn't like the kiss meant anything, did it? She just had the idea of keeping him alive since he had trouble simply chewing, maybe because she wanted to drop the subject about the bruises, but who knows.
She mentally sighed, then coaxed his mouth opened and slid the food into his with her tongue. With that task done, she pulled back quickly and wiped her mouth automatically. "Sometimes, Dante, you're a pain in the a**." She muttered, sighing and dropped the skewer in the bag. 4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Never let me sleep
I close my eyes and pray
For the garish light of day
Like a frightened child I run
From the sleep that never comes
4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Out of bed I creep
To climb this tower of shame
But the hour's still the same
Only slumber never came
Only madness knows my name
At 4 o'Clock
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 11:14 pm
- | Dante | -
BLP - 3
A Shroud of Mystery This world, what is it, what lies beyond it...
Should I fight to see, or give up and die...
Is what lies beyond worth the trouble of living? Dante's eye twitched slightly as she mentioned it being her moms bf who beat her... He sighed as he shook his head slightly. "I see..." He said with a calm smile... Tho only to have Miya pick up the skewer that rested on his lap before eating it her self. "hey!" He said only to be cut off by her kissing him, he raised an eye brow as he stared at her shut eyes as she slid the chewed food into his mouth. 'oh...' He thought rolling his eye's as she pulled away... He swallowed before shivering slightly... Then grinning... "my my never thought we'd have our first kiss like this" He said sarcastically before laughing quietly. I'd rather be feared then respected...
Because this way I dont have to worry...
About Being Betrayed or Befriended...
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 12:30 am
~ | M I Y A x K I Y O K O x L E N O R A | ~
BLP- 0
"Mimi" or "Yoko" Why can we never go back to bed?
Whose is the voice ringing in my head?
Where is the sense in these desperate dreams?
Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?
Sure as the clock keeps its steady chime
Weak as I walk to its steady rhyme
Ticking away from the ones we love
So many girls, so little timeShe scowled at him and glared. "Don't screw with me, Dante. Or I'll let you starve." She muttered, frowning. She looked at him and her frown increased. "Why do you always pick on me?" She asked, crossing her arms. It was always something she wondered. He was nicer as a kid, didn't pick on her as much, but he only got worse, or better at it if you were looking through his perspective, over the years. It was annoying but it was what she was used to now, though it didn't mean she didn't want that to change. 4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Never let me sleep
I close my eyes and pray
For the garish light of day
Like a frightened child I run
From the sleep that never comes
4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Out of bed I creep
To climb this tower of shame
But the hour's still the same
Only slumber never came
Only madness knows my name
At 4 o'Clock Shooort and Faaaaaail
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 12:44 am
- | Dante | -
BLP - 3
A Shroud of Mystery This world, what is it, what lies beyond it...
Should I fight to see, or give up and die...
Is what lies beyond worth the trouble of living? Dante simply chuckled quietly as Miya complained... "I don't pick on you... I toughen you up... you'd still be that same helpless little girl you were back then... I was making it so no one could pick on you... so I had to do it within reasonable moderation's... now that your getting tougher... I increase the odds... or would you have preferred to still be that little girl clinging to the back of my shirt crying..." He said with that usual calm smile. "why do you always over react to my sarcasm" He said sarcastically once more before laughing quietly then coughing... Blood splattered out onto his blanket as he frowned... It was leaking down his mouth and sliding down his neck... I'd rather be feared then respected...
Because this way I dont have to worry...
About Being Betrayed or Befriended...
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 1:55 am
~ | M I Y A x K I Y O K O x L E N O R A | ~
BLP- 0
"Mimi" or "Yoko" Why can we never go back to bed?
Whose is the voice ringing in my head?
Where is the sense in these desperate dreams?
Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?
Sure as the clock keeps its steady chime
Weak as I walk to its steady rhyme
Ticking away from the ones we love
So many girls, so little timeMiya frowned a bit as he replied, but she shrugged and put the lid of the box back on and put the box in the bag. She stood up from the edge of the bed and put the bag on the table side counter. She raised her arms above her head, turning her back to Dante and stretched. Her mouth opened and a yawn escaped her lips as she nudged a chair over to the side of the bed. When it was as close as she wanted, she sat down in it and folded her arms on the bed, yawning again. "I think I'll stay here for a while... I don't feel like going home..." She muttered, slowly drifting to sleep.
Time Skip
Miya had slept the night away. She didn't know she would have slept that long, she only thought a few hours, then she would go home. Miya's consciousness drifted in and out as she sat, hunched over with her chest and up on the hospital bed. Somewhere deep in her mind, she wondered why a nurse hadn't come and woken her when visiting hours were over, but the thought didn't last as the next mini-dream took over her mind, one she wouldn't remember when she woke.
The red headed girl had just drifted back into sleep when the door to Dante's room slammed open, bashing against the wall with almost enough force for the handle to crack through the wall. Miya bolted up, the noise yanking her from her dreamland and her eyes flew to the door. They widened and she lurched from her seat and got in front of the bed, starting at the two adults that had some through the door, but only one word escaped her mouth. "Mom..."
The word was whispered, but the tall, red headed woman, with a slender body and a smaller bust than Miya, glared at the younger girl with deep yellow eyes as if the other had screamed it. The man beside her had full set of brown hair, with green eyes and his figure was average, not to heavy nor skinny. When she opened her mouth, her voice was a sweet alto, differing from her words. "Where the ******** have you been? You didn't come back home last night and I got a call saying you didn't show up to school!" The woman shouted.
The man beside her simply smirked as Miya glared and yelled back. "Oh, so you actually noticed I was gone? That's a shock!" The other woman recoiled, as if she had been slapped, then frowned.
"Don't you dare speak to me like that, Miya Lenora, or I'll ground you until you move out!"
Miya growled a bit, a deep sound from deep in her throat, but low enough that the two at the door didn't hear. She glared defiantly at the ground as her mother screamed at her to leave, but when she got no response the older woman sighed and threw her hands up in the air. "I give up on you! You never listen to me! Instead you always let HIM," The woman said, jabbing a finger in Dante's direction, "Talk you into all kinds of trouble making situations!" She shrieked, then turned and walked out, muttering to the male to see if he could get her to listen, then left to wait in the lobby, leaving Dante and Miya with the older woman's boyfriend, who was currently smirking widely. 4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Never let me sleep
I close my eyes and pray
For the garish light of day
Like a frightened child I run
From the sleep that never comes
4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Out of bed I creep
To climb this tower of shame
But the hour's still the same
Only slumber never came
Only madness knows my name
At 4 o'Clock Giving you a chance to react before I continue on xD
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 2:11 am
- | Dante | -
BLP - 3
A Shroud of Mystery This world, what is it, what lies beyond it...
Should I fight to see, or give up and die...
Is what lies beyond worth the trouble of living? Dante had passed out some time during the night... His hand was resting on Miya's back for what ever reason... Everything seemed somewhat peaceful... Or at least it had before the door flew open... Dante's heart beat monitor beeped twice instantly before returning to normal... His gaze shifted to Miya's mother... And then her mother's boy friend... He arched an eye brow before shaking his head. 'this is the guy she's been letting beat her?' He thought as her mother had stormed out... Her boyfriend left in the room with the two... A creepy smirk on his face...
"geez... you must be some special kind of a** hole to pick on a girl... let alone one that's smaller then you..." He said referring to her bruise... "you probably do it because you know you couldn't pull that crap with a man... you know you'd get your pathetic a** kicked dont you..." He said with a weak laugh... "hell I bet even I could kick your a** even in the state I'm in..." He said laughing a little louder this time... He could only hope Miya would catch on and move out of the way... Tho he wasn't exactly expecting her to... She never did manage to catch onto his plans... I'd rather be feared then respected...
Because this way I dont have to worry...
About Being Betrayed or Befriended...
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 2:36 am
~ | M I Y A x K I Y O K O x L E N O R A | ~
BLP- 0
"Mimi" or "Yoko" Why can we never go back to bed?
Whose is the voice ringing in my head?
Where is the sense in these desperate dreams?
Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?
Sure as the clock keeps its steady chime
Weak as I walk to its steady rhyme
Ticking away from the ones we love
So many girls, so little timeThe older man had started walking into the room, his smirk still in place. Miya seemed rigid with tension, but when Dante spoke she jumped a bit and turned to look at him. "Dante don't..." She muttered, butting her lip when she heard the older man's laugh.
"You think you could hurt me in that state? Ha! I bet you can't even move. There's nothing you can do to stop me form doing something like, say, this." He said, then stepped forward one more step so he was in reaching distance of Miya and pulled his hand back to his shoudler before letting it fly.
A loud 'SLAP' echoed through the room for a second when the man's hand hit Miya's already bruised cheek, and Miya was sent staggering off to the side. She braced her left arm against the wall to keep herself from falling from the impact, then her head dropped and, though the older male wouldn't notice since he was no longer looking at Miya, her shoulders rose and fell quickly, but only a little, as if Miya was trying to hold in sobs.
'Why here? I'm going to look so weak in front of him since I won't hit him back. That was the only thought in her head, and the reason she was sobbing. Not because of pain, that was a dull thing to her now. No. Instead it was because of her looking like the little girl she had been trying not to be anymore, one that wouldn't take this kind of treatment, especially not in front of Dante.
The male responsible for all of this simply stood in the same spot, his smirk still on his face as he looked at Dante, daring him to try and do something. 4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Never let me sleep
I close my eyes and pray
For the garish light of day
Like a frightened child I run
From the sleep that never comes
4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Out of bed I creep
To climb this tower of shame
But the hour's still the same
Only slumber never came
Only madness knows my name
At 4 o'Clock
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