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 Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 2:51 pm
[ VICTIM ] returns after a ten year life in Rome, where he spent their time studying the work of culinary arts. Upon his return, he meets [ SERIAL KILLER ] , the murderer of his ex-wife, Leannne. To his surprise, the man sees himself falling into the wrong hands as the man asks him to be his partner in crime: The question is; does the man give his wife the justice of her death or mock the family name: Homosexuals aren't real. Set in the 1960s, the man's family has never touched upon a homosexual, over 40 years later, can this really change? In the present year of 2014, the man considers as he battles out between true love and family. And when his lover is caught and thought to be given the death penalty, the clock ticks.
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 3:04 pm
 Name: daemon Age: 21 Orientation: Bi Personality: a laid back kind of guy. hes very sweet and romantic until he's in a pissed off mood. which is when he turns cold and dark. he loves to cook sweets and is a huge flirt when it comes to deep romance. hes very social with everyone which may come to question how could someone so perfect be so twisted? but what every one doesn't know is that he has an evil dark side. Bio: daemon was the head chef of a cafe until one night a detective and his wife came into the cafe and the wife was putting down his cooking so he did the unthinkable and waited til the couple left he then pulled out his gun and shot the woman it was dark out so no one realized his face or did they? now hes is on the run from the cops for a murder that happen 10 yrs ago.
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 3:11 pm
daemon sat in his small apartment wondering how long he had before someone came looking for him. he heard a knock at the door and jump before getting up and peeking out the peep hole noticing it was just the paper boy. he quick open the door and took his paper before darting back in his house.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 12:00 pm
 P E R S O N A L | I N F O R M A T I O N
❥ Ⓝ a m e ; Len Kagamine
❥ Ⓐ g e ; Twenty
❥ Ⓗ e i g h t ; Six foot and five inches
❥ Ⓗ a i r . Ⓒ o l o r ; Blonde
❥ Ⓔ y e . Ⓒ o l o r ; Ocean blue
❥ Ⓢ k i n . Ⓒ o l o r ; Pale white
❥ Ⓡ a c e ; Human
❥ Ⓢ e x u a l . Ⓞ r i e n t a t i o n ; Gay
❥ Ⓟ e r s o n a l . Ⓦ e a k n e s s ; Joyful spirits, Kindred hearts, Generosity, Females
❥ Ⓟ e r s o n a l . Ⓢ t r e n g t h s ; Desires, Fear, Anxiety, Starvation
❥ Ⓟ e r s o n a l i t y ; Quiet, Dark, Mysterious, Cold, Alluring, Sly
❥ Ⓛ i k e s ; Oceans, Ice, Water, Coyotes, Spirits ect.
❥ Ⓓ i s l i k e s ; Fire, Warmth, Temper, Anger ect.
❥ Ⓑ i o g r a p h y ; Len Kagamine is a local news reporter for the daily telegraph, despite it so, the man is indeed single. He has had several lovers of the late, all of which were female, however in his recent relationships with the unusual conclusion of an affair, the man has decided he no longer seeks a female. In particular choices, they very much had consequences; one of them being in which he had dared lost his family because of it so. After the death of his beloved parents in a car accident, Len Kagamine has moved to Xenos, a small town of ancient ruins, where many merchants tend to take the modern feeling of life. As of the late, it is an exotic area where news articles are dead often with a rare cup of mint tea. Upon his arrival, Len has been quite frequent with the neighbors and knows them from head to toe. In his usual dabbling, the man has indeed grown, being here for more than several years has caused the man to be famous among journalism. In his fathom allotment, the man writes mysteriously non-fictional stories, of which tend to capture the audience with terrific thrills - abattoir becomes church, war goes off after a school girl cries - berserk stories that seem almost impossible.
Len Kagamine has never been a man of words, in fact the man was more of a quiet book worm than of any other type of man, he would solemnly beset himself upon a chair, often gazing into the endless sky - despite it so, the man had never often sinned. He was a holy - a virtue of God, a man who often visited a local chapel that was horribly written with fibs and lies. The voyage of delusions had caused many to take the wrong path - of which Len did do once, which was indulging in smoke. This however, had led to his disability of asthma, that had very much caused the reason he would often sit and day dream until endless nothings became something of pure reason. Of course, this had often caused his awful habit to merge - the unstoppable blinking and twitching of his nose often made him look as if he had tourettes syndrome. Although, despite it so, the man had loved good company, despite this he was always alone.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 12:48 pm
❥ Ⓜ o o d l e t ; ❝ C u r i o u s ❞
❥ Ⓛ o c a t i o n ; ❝ B a c k . g a r d e n ❞
❥ Ⓒ o m p a n y ; ❝ n/a ❞
❥ Ⓚ / Ⓛ en had happily seated himself outside of his garden, perched upon the grassy yard that kept his brown deck chair still. His foot stuck out, keeping the door ajar from the distance rally, upon the local paper boy returning to his daily duties, Len stuck out his head only to be surprised by an unknown neighbour, friend or foe? The man was distant when questions were created, although at this particular moment, the man had hardly ever seen such a man ever in his particular life; ❝ Who is he? ❞ Len had quaintly muttered to himself, despite the rude muttering was most likely at ear length, Len's eye's widen when he had taken a noticing to the man being quite partially covered; nervous, strange, quiet, modest? It had made Len quite heavenly wonder about this particular man, although it was indeed none of his business, it still did not stop the unmentionables spurring in his head. Len at this point had very much felt like a boy, looking at the stranger, he had appeared to be older looking than of his age, twenty three, twenty four?
Oh, it was aghast. In such times, Len had wondered if he was doing himself any good if he was taking his solemn time, five, no. Six hours indeed, spent looking up at the sky, a small cup of mint tea while he scanned his colleague's work, Francesca Doven was an English woman of many kinds, in fact her folk always had declared many of which, her original work was set out by the skies and beyond. Although, this was all horse proof to Len and had never seen something truly remarkable, even if the truth was a little bent. It had taken him twenty minutes approximately to scan the paper, although nothing in particular had taken his eye, except for the constant article of a murderer - Dameon. He had been on the run for a long time, obviously to Len's own thoughts the man was most likely dead and nobody had found him yet. Not yet, anyways. OCC: - -
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2014 4:50 pm
Daemon sat back on the couch and started to read his news paper his eyes widen when he cam across an topic about himself i said wanted killer by the name of Daemon and a photo generated picture of what he was pose to look like. he laughed then took a sip of the Camilla tea had made to calm himself. for some reason being on the run for so long was carrying him mad. " those fools are still looking for me why don't they just give it a rest" he said getting up and throwing the news paper in the trash. " i only killed her cause every dish i fix for her she turn down cooking was my life my long life passion and she she ruin it" he took his glass an threw it against the wall before walking back to the couch and flicking threw the TV channels. he sighed when he notice all the news channels where still talking about him a man who had been on the run for 10 years and yet the cops where still looking for him and now he was living in fear of being fount to scared to ask any of his neighbors for help or a favor. he sat and wonder what would actually happen to him.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 8:36 am
❥ Ⓜ o o d l e t ; ❝ S u s p i c i o u s ❞
❥ Ⓛ o c a t i o n ; ❝ B a c k . g a r d e n ❞
❥ Ⓒ o m p a n y ; ❝ n/a ❞
❥ Ⓛ en fondled firmly with his small glass of pure orange juice as the heat increased to thirty Celsius, quite strange in Xenos, as it was often cool with little flickers of snows in summer haunting every passer by with it's touch. Still, as much as it had pleased Len to comment harshly on the headings of the Times, it was still something that would certainly be the reason of his execution. Of course, the man had very little time and had very little energy to spend worrying. In attempts, Len had never once thought whether his ex-wife, Kathrine had ever thought about him. Her death was such a tragedy; murdered, slain, destroyed, taken away. Words of resentment fulfilled it's path as Len sat out. A new path. A new day. Len was just another man counting numbers; seconds, the time. Oh, how he loathed every day.
The man had taken a somber look at the newspaper article of the Times again, of course it was something that would falter his heart if he needed it to. Despite it, the man had ever so little to worry about. He thought. He believed. Of course, it was all uncovered lies. The whole lot; ❝ Hm.. ❞ Len smiled. Although his smile was enough to cover the surface of the world, it still hid a little cry inside. Something that made him believe this man who was a wanted murderer was nothing more than a tiny pest of a cat. Of course, this would slander more than the police. It would slander everything Len had worked for. Despite it, the man couldn't have been too bad. It had to be an accident. It was an accident, wasn't it? There was no possibility that someone had hated Kathrine. She was so nice, so warm. Nobody could think of dare killing her. Regardless, Len was now gay. He had no intentions of loving another woman. Kathrine was a cheat. She had another lover apparently in France. Still, some part of Len made him hate the murderer of Kathrine, yet still love the murderer at the same time. OCC: Such a young husband.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 10:05 am
Deamon figured he'd tell everyone he knew what happen to the killer but who could he trust he figured he tell a neighbor but he only had one and the lived across the hall from him so he creep out his home and places a small note in the mail box. that read i know where the man in the newspaper is but i need you to promise you'll keep quite about it if you wish to find out to claim the award money meet me at the local cafe in half an hour.with that he return to his room to shave and get ready for the dinner with who ever it was that lived in front of him. little did he know it was the man who was married to the woman he killed 10 years ago.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 10:47 am
❥ Ⓜ o o d l e t ; ❝ A n x i o u s ❞
❥ Ⓛ o c a t i o n ; ❝ B a c k . g a r d e n [ E X I T ] F r o n t . g a r d e n ❞
❥ Ⓒ o m p a n y ; ❝ n/a ❞
❥ Ⓛ en stood, a harmful wail of pleasure until the door that was left ajar slammed shut. The man awaited a single minded response, check. The noise of the mailbox flap growled. The postman was more than late by forty minutes approximately. Of course, this seemed to not bother anyone in particular, as Len had not heard the usual chattering or complaining he had always heard outside. Len shamelessly peered out of the garden, only to catch glimpse of a man wearing a dark jacket, was the postman renting out a new style? Possibly from the hobo's section? Len grinned, mocking the man secretly, a cruel mind indeed.
Len shook his head, standing up from the chair that held him solemnly. Suddenly, he reached out, the mailbox standing still, time lapsing into minutes from years to reversed. Confusion swirled his head. Clutching the letter tightly, Len flickered the seal. His eyes ablaze as he opened the letter. Tears trickling as he took out it's containment. Kathrine. Forever haunting. Forever seeing. Omniscient haunting, gathering all into one bundle. Len let out a yell, like a weakened puppy; ❝ Kathrine... ❞ Len urged, choking down unforgotten words as he stuffed his fist into his mouth. Biting back, he removed his fist and bit his lip, blood trickled to his chin; ❝ Should I go? ❞ Len questioned himself pleasantly, nodding quietly he decided it was best for him to go. Sighing contently, Len smiled. It was about time he knew the truth too. OCC: Hm.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 11:15 am
Daemon sighed as he changed into the best thing he had which was a tux he had to find a way to hide his face so he wrapped a scarf around his neck covering his mouth. he mentally slapped himself before thinking i hope this is the best choice " before grabbing his apartment key and heading down to the local cafe. Daemon waited at a empty table for the mystery person to get there he told the waiter he was an other cover cop and if someone mention a letter about a death send them to his table. the waiter nodded and agree to his wishes. OCC: Len seems kinda young for a husband but i'm taking they married at young ages in the 60's. also Daemon seems timid only cause the cops are looking for him.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 7:18 am
❥ Ⓜ o o d l e t ; ❝ A n x i o u s ❞
❥ Ⓛ o c a t i o n ; ❝ E N T E R ] F r o n t . g a r d e n [ E X I T ] C a f e ❞
❥ Ⓒ o m p a n y ; ❝ Daemon ❞
❥ Ⓛ en immediately exited the garden, grabbing his keys from the table beside him, locking the gate as he entered his Mercedes. Capri shorts on, check. White shirt on, check. The man was a summer babe, walking into the trap of a monster. Len shuffled his blonde hair, turning on the engine as he forced himself to smile, particularly shy about the opposition he was given. The man did not know the man who held the pen of the letter, an obvious sign he should be cautious, despite the scene being public. Len pulled up at the cafe ❝ This is the place? ❞ Len frowned, astounded by the cafe's appearance. Modern interior filled the entire cafe, assuming it was newly built. Len entered, pushing the doors back as he entered, letter hanging out of the pocket. It was almost like it was going to slip away. So suddenly. Len looked at the only customer they had, an empty cafe. Brilliant. So much for safety of publicity. Len sat beside the seat; ❝ Are you the owner of this letter? ❞ Len asked, holding it in air, clutching it tightly. The air was suddenly so strong, despite only three windows being open. Len's smirk faded into gritted teeth. He was cautious, but most likely not cautious enough. Besides a few waiters and such, the cafe was hardly filled. Len read the sign. Ten am, opening time. It was eleven am. They obviously just opened. Which very much explained the quiet room. Len grinned, looking at the man. Awaiting his response. OCC: Sorry about that duplicate posting and late reply
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 1:45 pm
Daemon nodded yes to the mans question. "yes i'm the writer of that letter. i'm afraid we can speak here for fear of to much information leaking out. but you can take my business card and call me if you wish to learn more on the cause." he said taking out a fake business card he printed off his laptop which had his cell phone number on it and handed it to Len. "my name is detective Dezy that's my code name sadly i can't tell you my real name i'm under cover." he notice the cafe was rather empty and he was getting hungry. "why don't we get a bite to eat and we talk about this murder in the media" he said motioning for a waiter.
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2014 12:10 pm
❥ Ⓜ o o d l e t ; ❝ E v i l ❞
❥ Ⓛ o c a t i o n ; ❝ C a f e ❞
❥ Ⓒ o m p a n y ; ❝ Daemon ❞
❥ Ⓛ en grinned furiously, it was as if this was some big scam - a giant hand would hit him in quick succession, knocking the man to the ground as he awakes in a prison cell. Of course, his laughter would not be heard and it would all seem like a trap too soon. It was obviously, more than something time had very much guessed. The man was completely oblivious when the man had suggested a later talk ❝ Alright ❞ Len had smiled, taking the card and firmly placing it in his pocket - he was not a man for words. Obviously, the man had very much had bigger interests than to hear and old fable; ❝ I'll call you then ❞ Len smiled taking the card, as he quickly ordered a small sandwich along with a soft beer, awaiting for the man to order some food. Particularly, it was quite strange that the man had now taken interest into this man's game play. He had very much assumed he was of a higher status than the man, as a rich man one could do anything, there was nothing more of value than of wealth. Particularly, those who wished for marriage also wished for wealth. OCC: I forgot to answer your previous question, yes in the 60s most people were married by the time they had reached adult hood, if not younger
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2014 3:28 pm
Daemon smirked " i'm taking you don't trust or believe me. i was there the night the lady in the paper was killed. i took place in a cafe in Rome. the so called chef killed her am i correct?" he said before turning to the waiter and ordering steak sub and a root beer. his green eyes where searing at the man before him and he smiled sheepishly at Len. " so tell me do you wish to talk or are you going to run out on me. like so many others have did before you?" Daemon sighed then took out a cigarette and began to puff on it. "your wife was killed 10 years ago and they are still searching for the guy who killed her? his caper is a large amount of money that will be payed by you correct? " he said taking his sub from the waiter and taking a bite out of it.
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