[Slight gore/cursing warning, but nothing tootoo serious, yes?]
Human or deer, it matters little. Just pick one, and I'll happily respond to you.
(The Rules)
1. I can't draw. At all. So if you desire to rp via drawings, then just know that I will not be able to reply in a similar fashion. However, if you still desire to use art, then you are more than welcome to do so.
2. My posts will the length or about the same length of your posts.
3. I can start, or you can start c: Dosen't matter which~
Jergens - (Deer open, Human open)
Faith - (Deer open, Human open)
There was that stabbing
[ OKAY I SUCK BUT MY BRAIN'S
Kiraki made no reply to his
”Play! ” She grinnned happily then attempted to repeat his words without any real understanding of them.
”Hid... en... ko... seekid! ”
Giggling she continued her attempt at climbing on top of him.
((using human!Briar)) A
A crime is a crime is a crime.
The boy's eyes of pale pink are instantly lit with concern, childish innocence, the way one might look after seeing their sibling steal from a cookie jar that mommy said not to touch.
He makes his way over, eyes dull again, they never hold emotion long, a broken glass, water running through the bottom.
His hair is, like his older brother's, long, longer even, it falls just past his shoulder blades, but it's tied back and out of the way save for a few strands of bangs.
He's large for his age, six foot two, give or take.
A hand reaches out and tugs upon the other red head's hoodie, but he says nothing, silence.
He simply shakes his head, no words uttered, as if pleading for him to stop.
His own clothing is what you would expect to see a seventeen year old in.
if they were a girl.
Jeans clinging tight to his legs, shirt, short sleeved, hanging slightly to show off his collarbone but not down too low, in a nice shade of blue to compliment the red of his hair (which is far too bright to be natural)
He looks too childish for his height.
Around his neck is what appears to be barbed wire, but it can't be, it isn't cutting him, or maybe it's just blunt.
Either way it's nice, strung in a pattern, a piece of twisted metal, a red glass rose, repeat.
He shakes his head again, gazing down blankly at the other with eyes the color of a salmon's flesh.
Kiraki~ Okay... So that
Okay... So that wasn't going to work, was it? Jergens wasn't going to call her slow or stupid, because she really wasn't... Weird? Yes, she was weird, odd, and bizarre all rolled into one little fawn package.
Maybe he could just reason with her. After all, kids got tired too, right?
"Look, Ki. How bout we take a nap, okay? Does that sound cool? Sleep?" he asked, a twinge od desperation in his raspy voice. He doubted that the fawn would even understand him, but at least he could try.
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Cap'n~ ((FFFFFF... Yes o.o Ehh.. Where does this fit in the non-existant time-line though? Knowing Jergs, he would still steal even if he was living with Rosie. Soooo... Ehh... Confused x-x))
The Hell?
Jergens had seen quite a few things in his shortish life. Hell, he grew up in effing New York, a place that had more weirdos and queers than you could shake a stick at.
This kid, though... Way creepy...
He wasn't talking, which while even creepier, was nice for Jergens' sake. He kept walking, bony hands shoved into his front hoodie pocket.
"Hey man, ya got a problem or what?" he asked, his gruff voice on edge. After all, this man (or was it a kid?) was way taller than he was. It was good thing that there was crowd, and daylight.
Otherwise he would have been a hellovalot more nervous.
That werd-ass barbed wire... That just made him even more cautious. A wild, threatening grin was already curling over his sunke-in features. Not out of malice, no, for self-protection.
"Ya should get those eyes of yers checked out, man." he tried to casually point out, walking farther and farther away from his 'victom'.
He couldn't help it, stealing was just too much fun to resist.
((it would have to be before,
He frowned, shaking his head before motioning to the other red-head's pocket, shaking his head slowly again.
He lightly touched beneath one of his eyes at the other's words though, as if trying to decide if something was wrong with them.
He frowned at the expression the other gave, looking nervous, he didn't like fighting, or having people angry.
After a moment he smiled, taking his own wallet out and tapping it a few times, holding it out and pointing to the other's pocket again, silently seeing if he would trade.
He smiled slightly, though his eyes remained as, well, soulless as ever.
Cap'n~ ((*conk* x-x He's so
Jeebas... Yer just getting creepier and creepier...
He blinked in mild surprise when the.. boy... was it? pointed at his own pocket. He had seen him?
"Kid... Not many people catch me at my own game..." he muttered, a bit disspointed in his own sloppy work. Hm... He'd have to work on that.
The kid's hair was red. Not a natural red like his own short and curly hair, but a bright... almost blinding crimson. Seriously, what was up with that?
He watched the boy take out his own wallet, pointing at it, pointing at his own. Trade? No, Jergens wouldn't do that.
It wasn't the 'Jergens Way', so to speak.
"Kid, I ain't tradin'. Ya seen that man, right? He can deal without a few bucks, right? Ya yerself... Eh... I don't know about ya..." he looked him over with a trained eye, already knowing that he had to be in the upper middle class. At least.
"What's yer name, kid?" he finally asked, cocking an eyebrow. The threatening smile had long since faded away, replaced with an almost perplexed explression.
Was the kid mute? Could he even tell him his name?
he frowned clearly
he chewed his lip, snapped back into reality at the sound of someone asking for his name.
"Briar" he said simply, softly, his voice surprisingly light and sweet.
He tilted his head a bit, "then why not just take the money, what if he has other stuff, I got pictures of my brother in mine, I would be sad if I lost them" he touched his throat, as if he had not spoken so much in a very long time.
Cap'n~ ((fkjgklj Have to go
((Okay, I'll be back later
Kicking off hard with her
”Nap nap nap” She giggled as she said the words, happy for a short word she could pronounce, even if the meaning had slipped her mind. The word certainly seemed familiar, although she was not sure where she had heard it before and she was prone to easily forgetting words when playing.
”Sound… no Song… ” She said softly and leaned against him as she looked up at the sky, her smile momentarily replaced by a more vacant look.
Cap'n~ ((Back :>)) He almost
He almost yelped in surprise as the kid, or Briar now, started to speak. Jergens had seriously thought that he was a mute, or something along those lines.
"I don't plan on trying to risk putting a wallet back into someone's pocket for a reason like that..." he mumbled lamely, trying to think of good reasons. It wasn't like many people kept important pictures or treasures in their pockets. Just plastic cards and driver's lisences and all that jazz that could be replaced if one lost them. Not that Jergens cared either way.
"Why aren't ya callin' the cops on me, Bri? I did just commit a crime after all." he was genuinely puzzled. Most would have either alerted the man or have called the authorities, not just talk to him.
Then again, there were often kind people... It was just rare that he would meet one.
"If it hurts to talk to me, Bri, Don't bother talkin'. I'm not worth it." he said simply, already calling the other by a shorter nickname.
How old was he, anyway? Too young to flirt with, he knew that much. The clothes he wore were pretty damn girly, not like Jergens cared.
He didn't care much these days.
Not after Faith died, anyway.
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Kiraki~
"Right kid, no song..." whatever the Hell that meant. He didn't mind her laying on his back, if anything, he barely noticed the weight.
He laid his head down with a heavy sigh, mildly hoping that Kiraki would follow his example.
Still, what had she meant by that? Weird...
Risk asking?
Eh... Why not?
"Kid, ya don't hear much in this place. Whaddya mean?" he asked, somewhat regretting his asking.
((yay~)) "if you gave it too
"if you gave it too me, I would give it back" he said softly, though he knew it was an arguement he was losing.
To the second question he shrugged.
"'cause they would think you're bad, and I wouldn't wanna talk bad" he tapped his chest, "you shouldn't talk bad about people, it makes your heart dry up"
His head tilted just slightly.
"no...not hurt, just feels different, funny, the little vibrations, it's funny"
Cap'n~ ((Oh hai thar :>)) No
No matter how old or tall they were, he had always had a soft spot for kids. Hell, he didn't care how old Briar was. To Jergens he had already been classified as a kid, nothing more and nothing less. The face alone that he was actually offering to take the wallet back to that man, and to more than likely face his own deserved punishment... That just melted his heart, really.
"Would it really make ya happy if I gave it back?" he asked, already regretting what he was about to do. Without even waiting for a reply, he swiftly turned around almost dashed back to where the man was in front of the display case.
Time for the curtain to rise, yer line, Jergy?
He poked the man from behind the shoulder, a gentle, but absurdly fake smile glued to his features. "Hey Mister, I think this might have fallen out of yer pocket..." he mumbled innocently, holding out the man's wallet with one hand and sheepishly scratching himself behind his head with the other, giving him the look of a normal nervous schoolboy.
The man smiled and thanked him, giving a little bow of the head before taking off himself, leaving a very disraught, annoyed, and hungry Jergens behind.
He nodded quickly, bangs
"thank you mister, erm" he paused not knowing his name.
"if you want, I'll get you something to eat" his smile returned, though his odd eyes remained as glassy as ever, if one didn't know better they might wonder if he were blind.
"what would you like?" he asked, clearly not giving the other an option when it came to letting him buy him something to eat.
"my brother says that you should be good to people who do the right thing, ka-rma, karma, that thing" he blinked slowly.
Cap'n~ He walked over and
He walked over and threw out a bony hand to pat him on the shoulder. Hey, handshakes weren't Jergens' style.
"Jergens, kid. Like the lotion? Yeah?" he chuckled a little despite himself. God... he was already beginning to regret giving up that wallet, but it was okay. After all, the kid was offering food.
If you offered Jergens food, you pretty much had an instant friend for life.
"Yer bro is right, Bristers. But... Really... Ya don't have to..." as much as it would seem that he was feigning guilt, he really did mean it. After all, there was something special about this kid. Weird, yeah, but special.
"that's fine, me and my
"that's okay, I was just walking around anyway, it'll be nice" he turned to lead the other off.
"besides, I like the company" he tucked a hand into his pocket, chewing his lip, waiting to see if the other would follow.
Cap'n~ Of course he would
Of course he would follow like a lost dog, hot on the other's heels despite himself. Although, he was wondering what would be a good 'plant' name for a guy besides Briar. They all seemed too girly. Lilac? Nah... Dandelion? Fff... Please... Daisy? Don't even think about it...
...Rose?
Yeah, right. Like any loving parent would name their son something like that. Please.
He shook the thoughts away, focusing back to reality. "Eh? Sure, if ya really want, then it's not like I can stop ya." he shrugged his shoulders and picked up his pace so that he could walk beside of him, occasionally looking at signs and whatnot, staring blankly in confusion at some points.
He vaugely wondered where the kid was going, where he would take him for food.
((*killed*))
((LAUGHED MY ASS OFF xD)) He
He was silent as he led the other, stopping eventually at a small restraunt, the kind that would be easy to overlook if one weren't actually looking for it.
"it's small, but they have amazing food"
He pushed the door open, the soft smell of various foods, baking bread or roasting chicken, sweeping for a moment out into the open air.
"we'll get you like, a whole chicken" he looked like he was staring into space for a moment.
"you seem like you could use it" he shook his head as if to clear it before leading the way in.
Cap'n~ In the tiny, tiny
In the tiny, tiny little part of Jergens' mind that still had rationality, there was voice screaming that he should be creeped the Hell out by this kid's constant staring.
Of course the rest of him was, quite frankly, starving to death.... Literally.
He put a hand to mouth to hide the saliva that was, no doubt, trailing itself from his mouth. hot food? Not that crappy deli stuff that was always offered to him?
He would have died happy now. 'Fo sho'.
"R-Really?" he finally choked out, his rasping voice muffled from behind his hand.
Oh God... Sweet, sweet Heaven...
((Briar = God.... To Jergy anyway :>))
Her ears swiveled forward
”Song call us when listen” She replied softly, her ears turning slowly in all directions.
”Song get away lots but we find” She nodded and smiled at him, quite happy with her explanation.
((XD Briar = god tier when it
he resisted the urge to giggle slightly, he enjoyed seeing others happy.
He quickly bounded up to the person at the counter, who grinned upon seeing him, a friend it seemed.
There were no words offered, briar was a quiet one after all.
The man at the counter didn't seem to need words to understand the boy though, motioning to a table.
The red haired teen nodded, motioning silently for Jergens to follow and sit.
He only spoke when they were alone once again.
"a family friend owns this place, and my grandmother owned it before him, so we get food for free, it's nice" he tilted his head slightly.
Kiraki~ He raised an eyebrow
He raised an eyebrow and shuddered slightly, a bit moe creeped out than before by her... weird sayings...
"Riiiiiiight..." he mumbled awkwardly, shifting his position slightly so that she could be more comfortable against him.
He wasn't going to bother asking. After all, he was creeped out enough already.
((Ugh... I swear my brain just fizzled out on this. Bleh... I'm so sorry D': ))
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Cap'n~ ((...Is that a Bri stalking a Jergy I see? o-o))
If he hadn't been dead already, he certainly was now.
What were the odds? What. Were. The. Odds.
Meeting this odd kid, it seemed to be a Godsend, and now he didn't even need to feel guilty!
The goofy, almost stupid smile on his face took a sudden downturn when he saw what (might) have been a menu in front of him.
Oh Goddammit...
((Short, sorry xD Busy gushing over a pic of mah first chillon :B And I always end on the cliffhanger, don't you know me?))
((fff it is indeed, then he
He seemed to understand, he may not have acted the brightest, and maybe book smarts weren't his thing, heck, even street smarts weren't his thing.
His knowledge was a much different one.
"they'll have that chicken out here soon" he smiled.
"there're pictures on the back, they have numbers next to them" he smiled slightly.
"I find it easier"
Cap'n~ ((UGH... I'm so sorry.
Was this kid telepathic? Jergens didn't hear the kid and guy behind the counter exchange any sort of communication...
Ehh... All too weird...
So the menu wasn't required, he slid it aside and proceeded to get a good look at his surroundings. Hm, nice place. Good atmosphere, not like Jergs was a resturaunt critic. Hell, he had probably been to less than ten in his lifetime.
"Yeah... Not like I can read them though." he smirked, rather astounded that he had so easily told someone that tidbit of information. Normally, even with women or kids he was rather ashamed to admit it.
But this kid seemed to demand complete honesty, something that Jergens wasn't one to give often.
he shrugged. "I can't count
"I can't count past ten, so it's okay" he smiled, "brother says that some people aren't good at things because god used up their talent making something else" he nodded, looking up as the man from the counter returned.
Silent once more, merely pusing the tray of food towards Jergens, he himself wasn't hungry, and rarely ate much as it was.
"your brother was here yesterday" the server chirped to Briar.
"dropping off flowers" he motioned to a pot of blue roses on the windowsill.
Briar smiled, nodding in a most animated fashion before tapping his wrist, and then one of the flowers of his own necklace.
the man shook his head, "he hasn't been here today, no"
Brair nodded, watching as he walked off to tend to other things before looking back to Jergens, shrugging.
((welcome back~!))
Cap'n~ ((Jergs is back in the
He took note of the food, that stupid, primal voice in his brain ordering him to just dump him face in it. Still, he couldn't do that, now could he? He had to set a good example, of course.
Come on, Jergs... Eat like a civil human being for once... Ya can do it.
He looked at his side, spying a... fork, was it? Jergens had never used utensils, at least he hadn't in the last... oh... maybe eight years. Hey, it was a motor skill, not like you could forget.
He awkwardly took it in his left hand, absentmindedly glancing over at the roses as he did so. Blue roses? The Hell? Weren't roses... like... red? Eh, whatever...
He slowly, painfully slowly picked at it, keeping his eyes fixed on Briar the entire time to get his mind off the hunger pangs. "Ya bro works at a... flower shop? Or somethin'?" he asked, feigning curiosity. He really didn't give a damn, but any talk was good talk to help get his mind off the food staring at him.
((I have Rosine in actually
he nodded.
"he owns a florist's shop" he explained softly, smiling again.
"you can concentrate on eating, nobody will blame you for being starving" he giggled, playing with the barbed wire around his neck absently.
((short because I have to let the dog out xD))
Cap'n~ ((Um... I had Jergs
Civil? ah, screw it.
He didn't bother commenting on Briar's first little comment, mainly because he wanted that food to stop staring at him.
He had polished it all off withen the record time of about a minutes and a half, seriously debating if he should stoop to the low of licking off the residue on the plate, but eventually deciding against it.
"Uhm... Thanks kid." he mumbled awkwardly, feeling a bit odd for having a kid give him charity. That certainly wasn't an everyday occurence, that's for sure.
((it must be because I didn't
he simply watched, smiling, nodding slightly when thanked.
"we'll get you another to box before you go okay?" he nodded.
"you can come here when you like, just tell them a little byrd sent you" he laughed lightly, nodding.
The server must have known him well, for it only took a few simple actions to have him nod and rush off promising to be back in a moment with a boxed one.
Cap'n~ (Hur, nevermind x3
"Yer a nice kid, Bri." he observed, his dull brown eyes widening a little in surprise. More food? Man, he was simply too nice~
What, a bird? Jergens didn't get the pun, obviously since he couldn't spell, a bit of confusion sweeping over his face. Eh, whatever though. Free food? As in, all the time? As in, hot meals every day of the week?
Well, of course he wouldn't do that. Jergens was a wanderer, he couldn't stay in one location for a long time. Unless, of course, there a was a better reason than food keeping him there.
Ah well.
((Rosine got his ass kicked
He smiled.
"eveyone should do something kind at least once a day, if everyone did one nice thing a day, the world would be a better place, that's what I think" his voice broke for a moment, and he blushed, touching his throat again.
"I've never spoken so much in my life" he admitted with a laugh.
((AGAIN?! God... He's like a
Ginger likes getting lotsa bumps when it comes to her shameless bios))Jergens once again wondered if talking really did hurt him. "God kid, I can't imagine what it would be like not to yap a bunch. Eh, I'm a talker, I guess. Not like I can help it." he shrugged and grinned. Not one of the usual, meancing grins that he gave most people he met, but more gentle, friendly almost.
"It's hard for me to do nice things... But maybe I'll give it it a shot, just fer ya." he leaned back and briefly shut his eyes, completely at ease.
))
((Oh Gawsh, I don't know how to end this.
((HE GETS PROTECTIVE OF
"I would like that" he smiled.
"I should get going, brother will want me home, and besides...I hate the dark" he stood slowly.
"I hope you meet him someday!" he chirped, goin silent once again as he left.
((THAT'S NO REASON FOR HIM TO
He silently watched the kid leave, bony hands gripped around the box of food as if it were a sort of holy relic. After a while, he stood, exiting the building himself to find a dark night of godawful misery awaiting him.
After all, it wasn't like his life was much fun to begin with.
He briefly turned around and, for one brief second, wondered about the roses that he saw in the window.
Could they be other colors too?
((I'm sorry... My brain just fizzed up on me ;0; ))
((WEL TALLA GETS CHASED SO HE
She barely heard his reply,
(It’s ok he gets to fawn sit now ^^)
(( I just spent three hours
Her~ ((Are you a masochist?
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Kiraki~
Thank effing God...
With a deep, heavy sigh the red stag closed his right eye, leving the left completely open. An old, retrained habit from his human life.
The fawn acting as a sort of make-shift blanket, warming him greatly, lulling him into a deep sleep.
Finally...
((Ffff... I'm sorry for how it turned out xP))
I just wanted to say this
wheee bumpy
((going to maul this now,
There is what appears to be a young boy waking along a nearby brick wall.
He doesn't care about the theft, he himself has stolen many things, from simple shiny keyrings to spiriting children away.
His arms are extended for balance, bare feet agile upon the cold mortar.
He is pale, astoundingly so, skin just barely cream tinted.
His hair has a slight wavyness to it, though it only falls just to the halfway point of his ears, which are pointed strangely.
The light seems to shift.
What was that glimmering?
Like light through the wings of a dragonfly.
Did anyone see? only certain people can see a fairy's wings if the fairy is trying to hide them from mortal eyes.
Pureness of heart? maybe, it's unlikely though. it must be some other quality then.
He is wearing strange clothing, all white and flowing, and adorned with jewelry, gold and silver, though there are no precious stones to be seen.
All in all a strange sight.
((*ishmauled* I most
Jergens lived in New York. It didn't take half a brain to know that he had seen far weirder people in his life. Still, this was pretty damn weird. He casually stolled over alongside the wall, keeping in step with the boy, his hands stuffed in his pockets.
"Ya some kinda cosplaya kid? Cause that's a pretty bitchen' costume." he grinned, more friendly than threatening. After all, Jergens liked kids. He always had, even weird ones like this.
He didn't see the glimmering. After all, he was a pretty rotten person to begin with. One would assume that he didn't see it just because of his crimes and cruelties.
Then again, maybe he just didn't notice. After all, he could be rather oblivious when it came to such things.
"What are ya doin' out here all alone, kid?" he asked, taking note of the boy's pallor looks. Ugh... It was like Faith... Only on this kid it seemed to be normal. Still, maybe he was wrong. Maybe there was something wrong with this kid.
He would find out, either way.
Jergens always knew how to get what he wanted.
His eyes, like the soft
And oddly, they reflected nothing, if one were to look into the boy's eyes, they would see nothing but dancing flames and soft sparks, but never would they see their reflection.
"these are my normal clothes" he said simply.
There was no reason to lie, if anything bad happened he would just fly away, or disappear, it's what he did.
"I'm older than you" he laughed softly, something odd about his voice, hard to explain, it just wasn't human.
"I'm by myself because I have nothing better to do" he seemed nearly to dance over the thin wall, every so often giving a little spin.
It was great fun really~
Weird ass kid... He wasn't at
He wasn't at all surprised by the boy's swirly eyes. Hey, that was another thing that he had gotten used to. Swirly eyes. At least this kid wasn't as much of a douche as that other guy with swirly eyes that he had known.
"I beg to differ." he smirked at the boy's little age comment, brushing it off as if it were an annoying fly on his shoulder. "Come on, ya got parents or somethin'?" he asked, a little concerned. After all, he looked pretty damn young to be out by himself. Maybe he was doing that 'pretend' stuff that kids usually did. Ah, whatever.
"What's yer name, man?" he asked, steering away from calling the other a 'kid', not really wanting to make him angry or anything.
He looked even more worried as the boy seemed to start... what... dancing? On the wall? God, what if he fell?
Jergens held out his hands a little, his smile turning a titch nervous. "Hey man, ya wanna fall?" he asked, mentally slapping himself. Hey, not like he could help it. He had a soft spot for children.
"parents? no, we don't have
"I don't have a name. but, you can call me Tusse" he shrugged.
"if I fall I'll just fly, I'll land on my feet" he had no problems sharing what he was, it didn't matter to him, why would it?
"I may be delicate, but at the same time I don't get hurt often" he gave a small jump when he reached the end, landing lightly upon the ground with another small sun-lit glimmer.
Just an illusion, it must have been.
"and I'm ninety nine percent certain I'm older"
((Apologies if my responses
"There's still one little percent in there, kid." he smiled, hanging close to the wall anyway, watching as the kid/man/whatever the Hell it was jump to the ground.
He could have sworn that he had seen a kinda weird glimmering light for a brief second. Eh, not like it mattered. He could admit that he was pretty messed up in the head.
"Tuss... eh? Weird name. I'm Jergens, even weirder. Guess I beat ya there." he chuckled bitterly to himself, lifting a hand to scratch his sunken-in cheek.
"Fly? Heh, yer cute, man." of course he wouldn't believe him. What sane man would?
"We all have parents, ki... man, as much as we don't wanna admit it." another bitter chuckle. It seemed that the cheerful exterior was only a illusion for hidden guilt and pain.
Normal, in other words.
"my kind aren't usually born
"okay then, how old are you? he questioned, seeming to dance along the groud even though he had stopped his spinning and small jumps.
"I've heard stranger" he replied, shoulders shifting as he shrugged.
He blinked. "I can't remember
"I can't remember my birthday... Except for the year. Ehh.. Nineteen or Twenty. Pick which one ya like more." he smiled, turning to hoist himself on the wall, letting him dangle his legs as he sat.
"Flowers? God, man, ya got one neat imagination thar." he grinned, swinging around so that he could lay down, staring up at the clouds.
It was nice, he had to admit.
((Fff... ignore this. My own