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 Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2018 8:05 pm
xxxx → тнυяsםαч, мαч ②④тн ←
םαч ④ σғ ⑦ υитιℓ тιмє sкιρ
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☾☼ ιи-яρ םαчs sιиcє ℓ.σ. σρєиєם: ☼☽
◦ םαч ②②⑧ ◦
( ⑦ мσитнs, ⑯ םαчs )
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2018 9:36 pm
  "With every step 👣, every word ✎, With every hour ⌛,
xxxxx I am falling 💫 in, To something new 🆕, something brave ⚔
xxxxxxxxxxTo someone I, I have never been."
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"I can't decide ¿, What's wrong ✘, What's right ✔,
xxxxx Which way ☼ should I go?. ❞ xxxxMiyu stretched as she walked in to work sleepily. She had stayed up reading one of her books on mythological creatures and the mindset of them and people. She didn’t quite understand the book since even mythological creatures had hearts and souls and minds. Or well most of them did. They shouldn’t be treated any differently.
Upon walking into work, she had noticed one of the wanted signs were down for work. She supposed the position was filled and was curious as to who. Well she would find out soon enough. Especially if they were scheduled to work with her! Or came in anyway.
For now, she would start her work~
[ Health ] 50%[ Mood ] Calm [ Location ] Pet Shop [ Status: ] Single[ Crushing on: ] A-ah w-well...no one [ Money: ] $1000 [ Wearing: ] This and also a cat umbrella [ Thoughts: ] G-goodness what did I get into..
"If only I knew what my heart ❦ was telling 🗣 me,
xxxxDon't know what I'm feeling ღ.
xxxxxxxxIs this just a dream 💤🛏?"
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"If only I could read 📖 the signs 📜 in front of me
xxxxI could find 👁 the way ☼ to who I'm meant to be."
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2018 12:08 am
xxxx → sαтυяםαч, мαч ②⑥тн ←
םαч ⑥ σғ ⑦ υитιℓ тιмє sкιρ
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☾☼ ιи-яρ םαчs sιиcє ℓ.σ. σρєиєם: ☼☽
◦ םαч ②③0 ◦
( ⑦ мσитнs, ⑱ םαчs )
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2018 7:04 pm
xxxx♩ ♢ Chester Nightingale ♢ ♩xxxx
xxxxThe Fun-sized DJ / Beatboxerxxxx
I shall make you the slave to my pounding beats...”
Residence: 1208 Pasadena Housing District ┊Occupation: Neon Lights DJ / Beatboxer
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I hope that Tiffany's favorite cat food's still available...
Chester found out this morning that the food supply for his pet cat was dangerously low, so he had to drop by this pet store for a restock. Though he had taken a glance at the available mammals in their comfortable places, ready to be bought or adopted, he had to focus on the main motive. The mewls of the kittens, barks of the dogs, and the chirping of the birds were the noises breaching the silence, but it was more of a cacophony rather than music to his ears. Amber orange eyes were browsing through the available brands and flavors of cat food, in case one brand or flavor may bot be available, he may have to resort to the second option, something that Tiffany wouldn't mind also. It was a good thing that the Persian cat wasn't a picky eater, but she was not fond of the pate variations. That was the only no-no in the list.
There were bags for the dried versions, as well as cans for the wet, mushy ones. Tiffany was starting to get used to the former recently, so that was what Chester chose. The next dilemma was the flavor. Tiffany was a huge fan for seafood, fish to be exact, so salmon would suit the mood just for now. But there was also chicken, as well as pork and beef, also included in the list of the cat's favorite flavors. The pet owner's brows creased because of the confusing jumbling into his head. God, he was now all torn up because of being indecisive, scratching his head a bit and pursuing his lips as if he had tasted sour candy.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2018 9:13 pm
 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Cat's Meow - Puppy section 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄: Men 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃: Pleased 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: Single but hopeful 𝐎𝐎𝐂: The pup
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"Puppies..."
Running his fingers through the fur of one black husky puppy, Darcian sat down on the floor inside the puppy pen, the small and furry beasts climbing all over him as he pet them. He probably wasn't supposed to be sitting in here with them, but he was tired and they were just so fluffy and cute. No one really paid any mind to him when they saw him, so he supposed it was fine for now. He didn't really care anyways...because he had his heart set on this one with the black fur and piercing blue eyes. He was a perfect match for the reaper whose eyes were shining a bright blue as well. The who time he had been in this pen, the black pup had stayed in his lap, rubbing his face against Darcian's hand. When he came to this pet store, he swore to himself that he would avoid the puppy section and just look around. But of course, he heard one little puppy bark/yelp and he was running over in an instant. Flushing, Darcian gives the puppy staring up at him a softly smile and scratches softly behind his ear. HE WANTED THIS PUPPY. It was already decided the moment this puppy ran to him before all of the others did. This was going to be his best friend.
"You will need a name...but what? Oh, I am so excited.~
While he was here, he was going to get whatever he needed for the well being of his puppy. He just wanted to play with the others for a little while longer too. He had plenty of love to go around until it was time for him to take his leave with his new companion.He couldn't deal with people, but he was always good with animals. They were his one greatest weak spot.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2018 10:01 pm
xxxx♩ ♢ Chester Nightingale ♢ ♩xxxx
xxxxThe Fun-sized DJ / Beatboxerxxxx
I shall make you the slave to my pounding beats...”
Residence: 1208 Pasadena Housing District ┊Occupation: Neon Lights DJ / Beatboxer
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Eventually, Chester resorted to get two large bags of the dried cat food, enough to last for a few weeks, salmon flavored, and carried them away from the shelves into a heavy duty cart reserved just in case the customers would buy something this huge. He grasped the handle, pulling the cart cautiously to make sure that the contents wouldn't spill over, though there was the voice of someone cooing at the section reserved for puppies. He slowed down, curiosity getting the better of him as he inched closer. There was someone having a good time with the huskies, though there was one who was fond of the male, the black husky with pale blue eyes. A distant memory flashed into Chester's head, the image of Jessie with her pet, Foxy, that cheerful smile on her face as she was playing along with the two pets-
No... That was in the past. Forget about her. She left you.
That was enough for him to snap himself back to reality, having to push down such painful memories from resurfacing. He had learned to move on from the break-up, but it wouldn't mean that the scars would fade away completely. Forcing a smile after collecting himself, Chester's tone was casual yet light as he complimented on the playful dogs. "They are such energetic dogs, aren't they?" If anything, the man may have a good breed to choose, as huskies would be useful as transportation, especially when moving the sleds. It would, of course, depend on how well the potential owner would take care of the puppy. Chester was no dog expert, but he had seen through several references about dogs a few times while he was taking a break from his projects.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2018 10:51 pm
𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Cat's Meow - Puppy section 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄: Men 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃: Uncomfortable 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: Single but hopeful 𝐎𝐎𝐂: The pup
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"Hmm?"
As soon as he heard a voice of a real person, Darcian's expression completely changed and all the emotion he had been showing before disappeared. His face became blank. Darcian wasn't really the cold type...just the social outcast that separated himself from the living. Turning back to the pup still in his hands, Darcian nod his head stiffly, the puppies around him still burrowing against him or playing about in the pen. Had he finally been caught? No, judging by the man's basket of food and the like for cats, he didn't really seem like an employee here. Darcian doubt that he would be making such a lax comment on someone breaking the rules right in front of him.
"Yes, very much so.
He had been so distracted with the puppy that he wanted to take home, that he hadn't really been paying attention to his surroundings. That was his first mistake. His second mistake was making eye contact when the person first spoke up. Darcian wasn't very good at being social with people, even less with other men. Other reapers liked to joke that he was like that with men because of his preference in them when he had been human. His own personal interests that he once had in his previous lifestyle meant nothing now, but he let them have their illusions.
They are...very fluffy. The perfect creatures to let your guard down around."
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2018 5:59 am
xxxx♩ ♢ Chester Nightingale ♢ ♩xxxx
xxxxThe Fun-sized DJ / Beatboxerxxxx
I shall make you the slave to my pounding beats...”
Residence: 1208 Pasadena Housing District ┊Occupation: Neon Lights DJ / Beatboxer
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Chester had a hunch that the male was much of an animal lover, though he was also tempted to include the term 'introvert' into the description. But then again, not all introverts would be fond of pets, and not all animal lovers had to be introverts. Some pet owners may be social butterflies while letting the pets enjoy themselves, or even asking someone else to take care of them. Indeed, people's habits would tend to get weird at times. There was one common ground shared between those two, though, and it was learning how to take care of an animal as a pet. The DJ eyed the husky that had grow fond of the stranger and insinuated while darting his attention to the other male once more.
"Say, are you going to adopt that little guy home? I'm not sure if all of the puppies here are rescued or not. But one thing is for sure, you need to buy food, toys and other stuff. Plus, there are check-ups to make sure that the pet is in optimal health. Gotta change the diet plan at some point."
Chester did see the eagerness from the other guy, and a reality check may also be useful as future advice, but he may have gone a bit too overboard on that one right now. He caught himself rambling too much and let out a sheepish chuckle. "A-ah, sorry! I must have spoken a bit too much, haven't I?" he asked, hoping that the other wouldn't feel so offended at him trying to help out in the basics of pet responsibility.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2018 10:59 am
𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Cat's Meow - Puppy section 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄: Men 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃: Indecisive 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: Single but hopeful 𝐎𝐎𝐂: The pup
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"It is fine, and I know...I have done the research before."
He was aware of the responsibility of taking care of a living creature. He just wondered if he should or if he should snap back to reality. He was a reaper of the dead, his was undeserving of anything that had to do with the living. He wasn't supposed to be involved with the living so he could always remain objective when it came to judging those that are parting from this world. After his last mess up...it was just best that he stayed far away from anyone that could be labeled as "living". But...he really wanted to take this puppy. Sighing, Darcian scratches underneath the puppy's chin, debating with himself whether or not he should take the adorable creature with him. Normally, he wouldn't because he hovered from city to city a lot. But because he was going to be working in the hospital now, he had decided to settle in this city. He had a place to stay and a stable income. He was capable of taking in a pet right now, he was just nervous about him remembering that his decisions wouldn't effect just him anymore. He couldn't have anymore overly late nights at the hospital to reap as many souls as possible. He needed to come home to take care of this puppy if he decided to keep him.
"Will you even be happy with just me?"
Was he even capable of loving anything anymore? Sure, he really liked dogs and animals in general, but could he care for something as if it were special. If this puppy died one day, would Darcian cry, or could he move along as though he never met him. Knowing Darcian, he would move on with ease, because death was the one absolute thing in his life. It was always unchanging for him. If it was the creature's time, there was nothing he could do about it.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2018 6:10 pm
xxxx♩ ♢ Chester Nightingale ♢ ♩xxxx
xxxxThe Fun-sized DJ / Beatboxerxxxx
I shall make you the slave to my pounding beats...”
Residence: 1208 Pasadena Housing District ┊Occupation: Neon Lights DJ / Beatboxer
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Hearing that the male had gotten the basic gist of pet responsibility beforehand was a relief for Chester, so he smiled and nodded as he resumed watching that male husky's behavior. Definitely, that young dog was just so playful and eager, a ball of energy like the DJ himself whenever he's at work at Neon Lights. "That little dude is certainly fond of you. Maybe you should adopt him, because he may be one of a kind. Oh, and I have to pay for the cat food. Excuse me; I'll be right back," he spoke while resuming to push the cart to the counter so that the merchandise would be scanned for payment. He used cash to settle the transaction, though because of the size of the bags, the cart would still be used to transport to the cab later on.
Though having to carry the bags to his Pasadena house would be a bit cumbersome, at least Tiffany would be one happy cat, and it was all that mattered. Chester returned to the stranger, pushing the cart, the receipt for the transaction along with a few coins for change stashed back into his bag. "I have to say, you look like a young fellow who is an animal lover. May I know your name?" he asked, unsure on whether the other male made his final decision on adopting the pet or not, so the introduction would be the first step.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2018 8:01 pm
𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Cat's Meow - Puppy section 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄: Men 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃: Indecisive 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: Single but hopeful 𝐎𝐎𝐂: The pup
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"Young?"
Darcian gave a look of disbelief as he raised his eyebrow. It didn't take him long to look into Chester's life line, his name and age being quickly revealed to the old reaper as well as a few of his most recent memories. It was kind of against the rules for him to peep into a living soul's memories, but he only viewed things that were recent, not the past. All he could tell was that he was 21, had a cat named Tiffany and was a DJ in this city at a placed called the Neon Lights. Sighing, Darcian stands up in the pin, his arms holding the black puppy to himself. He has decided. He will keep him and think of a cute name for him.
"My name Darcian Gray. I know yours is Chester Nightingale. Also, just so you know, I am older than your grandparents grandparents and their grandparents and then their grandparents. I think you got the idea. I am far older than a 21 year old human DJ that spoils his cat...Tiffany was it? By about 565 years to be exact."
Though his expression look slightly annoyed at being called a "young fellow", Darcian's tone was playful and he had a docile atmosphere around him. Taking the paw of the puppy, Darcian gently uses it to point at Chester cutely, the puppy responding by licking Darcian's hand a wagging his tail. "Kids these days are booooold aren't they...Onyx?" The puppy makes a barking noise in response, Darcain nodding in agreement as he decided officially on the puppy's name. Onyx...it was a type of quartz that was a pure black with stripes of white, just like this puppy and his little strip of white on his chest and white little socks. Nuzzling against the puppy, Darcian gives a brief smile. It was going to be Darcian and Onyx against the world of the dead now. "Dogs are great."
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