STOP LOSIN UR LOGS

ceriti (5/30/17 12:27:46 AM):
It was a beautiful day of early spring. The birds were singing, fluttering through the air.. the squirrels in the nearby park chittered, and.. people.. were screaming? Kids and parents in particular were fleeing from a rather large playground stuck within a fairly large park nearby as an unsightly hoard of humanoid figures moseyed on through, bloody and putrid and some even partially bare of old flesh altogether as they cut through the wide expanse of grass to get to their destination. There were about ten of them in total, all surrounding a single, hooded figure in the center of the mob.

It was a young man, dressed in a black hoodie with a skull on the back and regular old jeans. He strode through death itself with the swagger of a king, a wide, malicious grin on his face and in his dark eyes. "AHAHAHA! That's right! Tremble in the wake of the Prince of Skulls!" He boomed - though by then, there wasn't really anyone in his vicinity that could actually hear him. Regardless, he shouted all the same. "HAHAHA-" He paused, dropping his voice down again. "-Wait, was it skulls or skeletons? No, no.. Skeleton Prince?" He looked to one of the zombified men walking to his right. The zombie looked back at him with socketless eyes and shrugged, with an apathetic 'gwaaaaar'. He waved his hand in the air. "Whatever, I'll figure that out later. MEN, WE MARCH!"

It had been a while since he'd amassed such a large army, given that he'd been spending the better part of the year getting tossed into jail - and escaping, these past few months. But today was different! He'd waited and waited this time.. almost an entire month, laying low as far as heinous deeds of terrorism went. And so, today he'd leave his mark on the district.. by terrorizing a fast food place, of course.

..Well, the original plan had been to go after a jewelry store. Evil has to eat too, after all.

His mark was just on the other side of the now barren park, across a small street. It was a rather small building, but nevertheless, people went in and out of it for every hour it was open, being a part of one of those larger companies.

The darkly-dressed man stopped right outside the doors, long enough to fasten a matching bandanna over his mouth. It made him all the more intimidating, the deign two rows of sharp, jagged white teeth on a pure black background. At that time, a few heads were beginning to turn heads. He raised up one hand above his face, in a mock-cool pose. One by one, the zombies lumbered around him and started to claw at the windows and the doors - whether to draw out the enterence or out of sheer stupidity when it came to opening doors, it was unclear. "Let's go! It's showtime, baby!"

...

Yup, they were still smushing their faces against the windows. The necromancer rolled his eyes and stepped into the crowd, pushing a minion aside that was missing half of its face to pull open the door. And with that, all ten zombies began to flood inside of the restaurant, suddenly picking up speed and lunging for the people closest to the door; clawing and biting for live flesh like wild animals. It was official; they were under attack.
tsunbite (5/31/17 8:29:34 AM):
It wasn't everyday that he decided to splurge away at his eating habits, but when he did, he usually went all out. An average day, for an average man, standing in a line with many other average people. The 23 year old man, waited in line of the McDonalds that was the closest to his apartment. With his black wallet in hand, he shifted his weight onto his right leg, scanning the menu to see what looked appetizing. "Okay, so. Pancakes and a coffee," he murmered to himself as he was soon to be next to order.

The cashier was a young girl, seeming to be in her late teen's. When the man stepped to order, she greeted him with a friendly face.
"Hey! I haven't seen you around in a while, Kenta."
"Right, I've been trying to cut back on junk while maintaining my diet," he chuckled awkwardly, scratching at the leather of his wallet.
"Oh," the cashier also forced an awkward chuckle. "I guess you're not doing so well if you're here.."
"Right." Kenta pursed his lips together.
"Right, okay!" The young girl exclaimed, kicking back into work mode. "What can I get for you, sir?"
"Hot cakes with sausage and a caramel coffee please."
The two exchanged money to a receipt. Stepping off to the side, Kenta waited for order 266 to be called from behind the counter.

Soon enough, 266 was called and he picked up the sideways bag of pancakes along with a piping hot cup of coffee. Thus, he felt ready to finally start his day, he clutched the brown paper bag to his side and began to head to the door. Stopping in his tracks, his eyes fell upon a hoard of disfigured humans, pressing their faces against the glass of the door. If you could even call them humans. Their eyes were removed and body parts were distinctly missing. Kenta watched as another young man reached for the door, pulling the handle to politely just let the dead flood into the McDonalds.

Immediately, a ghoul had charged right for the man with the hot cakes. "Holy shit, what the hell?" Kenta exclaimed, clutching his food for dear life. As the cold and lifeless skin of the dead made contact with him, a chain reaction occured, causing his foot to move on its own, sweeping it under the zombie's leg. When the dead fell to the ground, Kenta took it upon himself to try and get the hell out of there. If he could, at least. A hoard of zombies made traffic in the front entrance of the restaurant. People had already fallen victim to these creatures, collapsed on the ground while having their intenstines being knawed on. As for the few survivors, they made their way to the back of the McDonalds, to where they could perhaps lead a zombie or two into a freezer or something. Either way, Kenta would have to stealth his way to the front door, however easier said than done.

Without trying to make the slightest of sound, Kenta scrambled his way into a booth. From movies and maybe just general knowledge, he knew that zombies were slow, practically blind, but had amazing hearing. Climbing onto the table, he stood, balancing himself with pancakes and coffee still clutched closely to him. Tiptoe-ing from table to table, he watched as he went unnoticed by the feasting ghouls below him. Perhaps they were too busy eating, but when Kenta finally touched the tile nearest to the exit, the idiot zombies didn't even bat an eyelash. If they had any.

As he exited the restaurant safe and sound, he closed the door behind him, making sure not to lock it if any survivors managed to escape the fast food joint. "Alright, now it's just me and my pancakes," he said unfased by the fact that the undead was just unleashed. Taking out a round disk of fluff, he ripped a piece off with his mouth. It wasn't long before he spotted the young man who had started the whole chaos just standing behind and watching the evil take place. "Hey, you!" he said, attempting to catch the certain young man's attention. "You ruined my damn morning," he said angrily, tossing a pancake in his opponents general direction. The particular hot cake managed to find itself flat on the face of the necromancer.
ceriti (6/1/17 3:55:30 AM):
The master of the whole strike hung back outside, hands tucked into the front pockets of his sweatshirt as he observed the chaos happening inside. Once the entire hoard was inside and feasting upon the slower customers, a few people managed to come running out the doors sprinting past him; not that he minded much. Those that escaped were, for the most part, too scared out of their minds to stop and confront him, and leaving a few to scamper on back to their families would probably be a good thing for his own fame.

It was about halfway through the assault, however, that both he and a couple of the zombies not face-first in a fresh corpse turned to look at an odd sight. One of the victims was.. running across the booth tables? The young man quirked a brow, squinting into the windows. "Yeah, that's a new one." Contrary to whatever movies were airing those days, the zombies were not, in fact, blind. A couple of the mob clawed at the man's feet as he went across the tables, grabbing at the bottom cuffs of his pants, but otherwise proving ineffective at stopping him as he bolted out the bloodstained door along with an older man that booked it around the corner.

"Hey, twinkle-toes! Run faster!" He called out cockily as the man came out, throwing a wild gesture. A grin was forming under his mask, until..
--SLAP! Suddenly, his face was covered in breakfast. The necromancer reeled back, nearly falling over backwards as he pulled the thing off. His face was freshly soaked in syrup and grease, and what bits of dark hair that poked out from under his hood were wild, much like his bewildered expression. "Oh, what the fuck!? You lookin' to die!?"

A moment or two passed, the darkly dressed, and still quite sticky youth pointing at the man with the pancakes. Given that he was on a time limit, though, and ordering out any zombies would require maneuvering them out the door again, he simply turned and bolted inside.

Once amidst the chaos, the boy casually strode up to the counter and leaned an elbow against it. There was a severed arm laying beside the register, which he casually picked up and pointed at the girl cashier huddled behind the counter. "You, hey!"
The teen glanced up at him with tearful eyes. "W-what? Just take the money, please!"

"Yeah, about that. I'll take some uh, fries, and.. Does 14 have any meat? Whatever, I'll get that too.." He turned and glanced over his shoulder. "Jerry! Get over here!" Soon enough, the eye-less zombie shambled over. The boy dropped the severed arm and held out his hand. "Jerry, I need the bag."

The eye-less zombie made a grumbling noise and lazily brought up its hands. 'Graah, goarg rah-ha'
The boy slammed his fist down onto the counter. "What do you mean you FORGOT it!?"
'Rrrrrrrregh' The zombie protested, in an annoyed tone.
He rolled his eyes, and spun on his heel, walking away from the counter and the girl crouched behind it. "Fuck sake."

By then, most of the people were either dead, escaped, or hiding, and as he strode through the building, his minions came into line close to him again.

As he made his way to the back, a particularly bloodcurdling shriek suddenly caught his attention. The evil overlord whipped his head in its direction to see one of his minions clawing at something in the ladies' room, only to then emerge with something loud and squirming in its grasp - a little girl. "Moooommy!"

The young man stopped and turned, placing his hands on his hips. "Yes! Nice work, my minion! We have a hostage!"
...*WHAP!* The kid's mother sprinted out from hiding and before he knew it, she decked the zombie in the head with a solid metal tray. "Damn you! Get back!" The girl was, obviously dropped, and that zombie fell. 9 left. Still, he was going strong. He raised a finger to her with an awful grin. "Swarm her!"

Grabbing her daughter, the woman pushed the girl away her and shouted. "Run, honey!" ..Moments later, several more of the undead fell upon her, wrenching the tray away and eliciting a series of bloodcurdling screams as they tore into her flesh. The young man grimaced a bit, shaking his head as her thrashing slowly ceased to stillness. "..Okay, yeah, sure. Kill her, too. Not like I needed a hostage or anything."

Back up to 10.

The little girl had gone.. wherever by then. Probably out the front door. Giving up on her, and the zombie he had been looking for- which now had its skull caved in, he turned back to the register with the majority of his zombies rounded up, and simply began to stuff bills into his pockets.
tsunbite (6/1/17 9:21:39 AM):
As the man made his way to the exit, he watched as the necromancer exclaimed in surprise, threatening Kenta as he left. It urked him in a petty way as the young man had the last word as Kenta walked through the door. "Alright, I really wasn't going to bother but," he started, pulling out his cell phone from his pocket. Simply dialing 911, he left the location of where the necromancer and his ghouls were.

Even though it wasn't a playground, it felt like it. It wasn't everyday where you were able to witness someone raise the dead just in order to raid a McDonalds. The curious man decided to linger a bit longer before the cops decided to arrive, which would be god knows when. He had eaten and dumped his trash in the nearest rubbish bin and had now been leaning against the nearest pillar, not too close nor too far.

Looks like a real mess. Kenta thought, watching the ghouls rip apart their meals.

When the necromancer had started to raid the register, he raised a brow. Piecing together that after the hoard was done grabbing their money. then they would probably immediately book it, leaving the police to arrive at least 5 minutes late. Without having the need to gather his integrity, Kenta took long strides to enter the McDonalds once again and slip into the nearest booth. While taking out his phone from his pocket, once again, the man cleared his throat.

"If you were looking to raid a register, wouldn't it have been better if you robbed, I dunno, a bank or something along those lines?" he asked to the necromancer. Checking his call log, he looked over what time he had actually dialed the number of the police. It didn't matter much, he didn't mind what time the police came, he knew that he was ultimately able to handle himself. Kenta was confident that he wasn't going to die, enabling a relaxed yet daring side to emerge from him.
ceriti (6/2/17 6:34:43 AM):
There was no doubt that the police were getting swarmed with calls, both from those that escaped, and from those observing the mess - such as he.

Meanwhile, the mastermind behind it all was bent over the counter, hands full of one's and twenties when he heard the door open. "..Huh?" The police had gotten there already? Nope. He craned his neck to stare back at the man that had so casually come back into the store. "Oh. This ass again. Why are you still here?"

He straightened up onto his feet and turned to face him, placing a hand on his hip. "You lookin' to die?" By the looks of it, he wasn't going to have any time to eat. Oh well. The fact that he was holding a phone.. didn't really phase him. Even if he had managed to murder every last person inside, the cops were bound to show up. The remaining straggler zombies soon left their feast-corpses, some coming to stand between the tall man and the door, or others hanging in the general vicinity of the necromancer. By the looks of it, he was influencing their position somewhat. He put his arms up, in half of a shrug. "Robbing banks all the time would be lame." He scratched at his sticky cheek with a finger, and then threw a gesture at him. "Pretty dumb question to lose your life for. Oh well."

The second that his hand came down, the zombies were upon the man. Out of the ten hovering around, the first three that came were directly head on, snapping and clawing for his flesh, followed by another two from the left. Three stood directly in front of the door. Surely, he couldn't take on so many of the undead monstrosities at the same time?
tsunbite (6/13/17 12:02:16 AM):
Cursing himself for being so arbitrarily idiotic, Kenta sighed, wishing that he hadn't gotten himself in this situation in the first place. His best guess was that his occupation was rubbing off on him. He had only kept his job as a bodyguard because it was very good pay and he enjoyed the benefits of sometimes meeting and protecting celebrities, opening up a wide range of connections. Another reason that the thrill seeking man enjoyed being a bodyguard was that he could carry a gun at almost all times.

As the trio of zombies charged after him, he reached for the pistol that was resting in his waistband from behind. His aim wasn't usually the best, however since it was relatively close range, Kenta managed to put a holel through the head of all three. Having no time to celebrate, he didn't hesitate taking out four more of the zombies in the hoard that surrounded the necromancer. "I'd like to see you act tough without your little minions," he said from across the room, striding towards the villian as he shot through more of the undead in the restaurant. When there were a total of ten zombies laying on the floor, he released a satisfied sigh.

Before he could open his mouth to speak, he heard the distant wail or sirens. It was extremely faint, not making him worry too much about beinig caught covered in blood but reminded him to be urgent about what he was doing. Not quite sure to ask his opponent about why he would terrorize a McDonalds full of people (because the previous excuse was so stupid) or sock him in the face, Kenta stood a safe distance away from the enemy; making sure that he was at least a car length and a half away.
ceriti (6/13/17 12:19:22 AM):
He was all cocky, that is, until the man whipped out a gun. Oh, shit. His eyes widened, and he took a few steps away as soon as the man began to point and fire away at his opponents as if it was nothing.
Next, would be him, wouldn't it?
"Yeah, I'm done here anyway." The dark-haired boy turned and skirted around the counter. Without a single second's consideration, he made his way out back, waving goodbye as he left. "Later!"

The ten zombies would give him at least a minute's head start, but really, without any direct commands other than to keep him from following, they weren't all too helpful. As he went along, the necromancer kicked the occasional wayward corpse out of the way, and it rose up and into the living. Three more blocked the way out back. There had to be a back exit--

And there was! A rather fat man was slumped against the back door, however, a fairly large chunk already taken out of his neck from the chaos. "Gah! God damn it. Come on, man! Move!" The evil overlord grabbed the corpse and started to drag it. The heavy man, too, came to life, but as the large zombie slumped down onto its back, he found that the problem had only been intensified - Even alive, this thing couldn't get up! It only flailed its arms awkwardly, like a gasping turtle in front of the door to his freedom.

Make that.. four more?
tsunbite (6/13/17 2:02:23 AM):
Fazed by contemplation on what he should do, he noticed the necromancer making escape to the back of the McDonalds. "Shit!" he swore, beginning to follow his opponent. Kenta's path was soon blocked by a wall of zombies, making him waste two more bullets before he had run out of ammo. "Shit!!" he exhaled, feeling exhausted. Where the hell were the police when you need them? Knowing fully well that he couldn't fight a zombie head on without being stalled properly, he tried his best to run past the figure.

It immediately swung it's head back in his direction, blindly following Kenta wherever he went. Ignoring that fact, when he finally reached the back of the restaurant, the boy was no where to be found anymore, only leaving behind a fat, motionless zombie. The exhausted man stopped chasing after the enemy, accepting the fact that he had gotten away. Kenta ran a hand through his black hair, sighing.

He soon heard yelling and gunshots, leading to the head of the zombie following after him being pierced in the stomach, then neck, then finally head. Turning to find a familiar face, he saw the police officer that also had a part time- weekend job as a body guard as well.

"Well, you look like shit," he stated, pointing out the obvious.

"Nice aim, for starters."

"Shutup"

"Also you could've have come five minutes quicker? I kinda needed help." Kenta frowned.

"Well, I wont tell anyone that I saw you here and you can sneak out of the back, alright?" The police officer bargained.

"Fine," he sighed, stepping over the fat zombie blocking more than half of the exit.

Stripping off his blood stained shirt, he revealed a toned chest, featured with a six pack. Wadding up the clothing into a ball and stuffing it into his pockets, he quickly made his way to his apartment, which happened to be a five minute walk from the McDonalds where the crime had just taken place. When he got home, he immediately made his way to the shower, washing off all the blood that had splattered on him while having an eventful morning of shooting zombies.
ceriti (6/13/17 2:28:43 AM):
"..Complete bullshit." Scall grimaced, panting hard as he hid himself away a few blocks away, down a thin alley down behind a little jewelry shop. Holding his hands over his mouth, he fell still as the sound of sirens whirled past him. After about five seconds of silence, he shuttered and heaved. He leaned forward, ripped his mask off and heaved hard, a slick black oil-like liquid coming out of his mouth and coating the ground in front of him. He sat like that for ten, maybe twenty minutes, shuttering violently. Dark bags were really starting to form under his eyes. "Ugh.. Fifteen in one day.. too many.." He mumbled, coughing once more.

...Suddenly, a soft sobbing snapped him out of his post-ordeal trance. He blinked hard a couple of times and looked up. Was that..? He got up and slowly wandered down the alley. The girl.. It was the little girl from earlier! He suddenly appeared in front of her. "Hey-"

The girl looked up at him with wide eyes. He froze. And without warning... "AAAAIEEEEEEEEE-" An earsplitting screech was quickly cut off and he lunged at her, forcing a hand over her mouth. "SHH! Shut up!" Naturally, she started to thrash, hard. For a kid, she was remarkably strong, too. He wrestled with her and eventually managed to get her to the ground - then he sat right on top of her back, stuffing part of his sleeve in her mouth. "I'm not gonna hurt you! Stop screaming! Stop.." Eventually, the girl stopped her shrieking and he was able to get off of her. He wheezed softly, tongue still black from the sludge. "Where's mommy?" The girl eventually questioned, clearly quite frightened. "Where is she? You hurt mommy.."

"No! No I didn't." He did. "Look, I.. don't know where your mom went." He did. She'd been shot straight through the head during his escape, no doubt. The only question was.. Well, this kid was officially one momma short. What the heck was he going to do with this? Leave her? Kill her? He could probably just strangle her, and.. No, that body would be even more difficult to explain if it was found. He had to get rid of her somehow, but.. No doubt, the area was being searched for him right at that very moment. "..Okay. Follow me, I'll see if I can find pops or something. You have to be good, though! No talking. At all, or you're never seeing your family again."

Still sniffling, the girl really had no choice. He took off his hoodie and his mask and turned the jacket inside out, then folded it up after giving his face a thorough scrubbing to get rid of the grit and syrup still on his face. Grabbing the little girl's hand, he half dragged, half walked her back out of the alley. Back home he went. Without the getup on, he looked pretty regular. Less like an emo with a fetish for Evanescence, more like some sleep deprived kid in college. Though still, he made a point to pick the roads less traveled on his way back to his apartment.

He wasn't all too familiar with his neighbors, aside from the occasional noise complaint that came a-knocking on his door. Along with the one drummer down the street, his apartment was known as one of the rowdier ones. But, of course, for very, very different reasons.
tsunbite (6/13/17 12:58:18 PM):
When Kenta had finished his shower, he stayed undressed, on the computer for a good half hour. It was his usual routine. Shower, get distracted, go do something productive. While perched in a chair, hovering over his computer screen, he browsed local news websites, already reading about the events that took place in the restraunt. The headline read First Time In A While? Local Necromancer Strikes Again at Upstate McDonalds. The article recapped what had happened earlier that morning, throwing incredulous details at what happened, making it seem about 10x worse than it actually was. Or was it really that graphic and Kenta had been desensitized to it all?

As he invested his time into reading the article, intently staring at the screen, he jumped when he heard the startling cry of his ringtone. The jingle was upbeat and cute, although he rolled his eyes, knowing that it was work calling to assign him to a new case. Wheeling over to his cell phone, he faced it towards him, in denial about work actually calling him. Yet, the screen that looked up at him titled "Assholes." He reluctantly answered the phone with a "hello?"

"Hey!" the familiar voice of the coworker he ran into earlier that day called from the other side of the phone.

"Oh hey, you. What's up?"

"Alright well! Remember the necromancer that you ran into earlier this morning?" He proposed, giving him a run down of his mission. Kenta was assigned to said criminal. He was to find the boy and ensure that he doesn't cause any more crime around the city. "It's not a huge problem, per say. It's just that he's really troublesome for the police station and the documents that we have to go through? Oh my god, don't get me started."

"And I won't. Why me?"

"Well, you're the only one that really had 1 on 1 contact with him. Anyways, come into the office to pick up more information on his whereabouts. That'll be all. Ciao." With that, there was a click on the other line.

"Ugh, okay. Great," Kenta sighed, slicking a hand through his half dry hair. Approaching his closet, he pulled a pair of black shorts that ended right above the knee along with a white pocketed tee and a red bomber. Lacing up his shoes, he made his way out of his apartment and onto the hallway that led out to it. Passing by a college student [and what looked like] his little sister in hand, he smiled fondly at the adorable relationship that they had. "Morning," he said, flashing a smile to his assumed neighbor as they passed by. It wasn't long before he stopped in his tracks, piecing together that one of the two looked familiar. He double backed his way to the pair and called out to them. "Hey!" he exclaimed, making the small girl turn around. Upon closer inspection, her eyes looked wet and puffy, her cheeks and eyes red from crying. "I thought you looked famliar," he said offering a smile to her. "You're from earlier this morning at McDonalds right?"
ceriti (6/14/17 12:24:43 AM):
"Keys.. keys.." Darien patted himself down as he walked. He didn't bother sparing even a glance as he was passed by the dude that said hello to him - he was a little busy, and it wasn't like he really would have, anyway. "Where did I put the damn-"

..Wait.

He stopped in his tracks and glanced back at the man that had greeted him, along with the little girl. "Eh?" Was that..? Yup, it was. No doubt about it, it was Pancake Man. How did he find them so quickly!?
The little girl just nodded slowly, and reached out towards him with the hand that was not already being held. She probably didn't recgonize him too much in the chaos, but then again, she certainly LOOKED like she had just survived a zombie apocalypse. Well, shit. The 'sleepless college student' was visibly sweating. He looked down at the child and grit his teeth. "..C'mon, kiddio. Quit wasting time, we gotta go see pops! Like, right now."

The greasy 'older brother' wasn't all too coordinated at the moment in the first place, but he practically dragged her the rest of the way to his door where he fumbled rather frantically for his keys. The entire time, she was staring up at the man they had passed with her big, watery eyes.
tsunbite (6/14/17 10:15:00 AM):
He stood dumbfounded. As he watched the flustered male yank his sister's hand down the hallway, he pursed his lips, contemplating if she was from an abusive family or not. Ultimately he decided that it was none of his business, and it was business he could probably take care of later. He rushed his way out of his apartment, starting his 15 minute walk to his employer's office.

As he reached the front entrance, the girl at the front desk pointed at the nearest door to the left. He gave her a nod of acknowledgment, following in the general direction that she pointed in. The door led to a room filled with drawers, like the inside of a post office. Kenta found his drawer labeled, "Oshiro." Inside was a large envelope that contained details of his next person to "guard." This case was obviously an exception. He was supposed to contain a criminal to ensure that he didn't cause any meddlesome trouble for the police. Wasnt that what jail was for?

He decided to sit in a park and read the description of the mysterious necromancer: Darien. As he thumbed through the numerous pages about the criminal, he realized that the boy didn't seem like too much of a handful other than he enjoyed mischief and killing people. A couple pages contained blurry action shots of the figure. From what he saw Darien looked unkept and slender. The boy was obviously smaller than Kenta, with dark hair covering some of his face, making it difficult to thoroughly identify him. Skimming over the written information, he read that the police had been trying to manage his crimes since 2014, however failed at every attempt. "Okay, this is pretty boring," he yawned. "Let's go find him," Kenta said to no one but himself as he scanned through the pages. It was obviously non legal information that the company had personally gone out of their way to obtain which was the male's address. Which coincidentally seemed to be in the same apartment complex as the person that was going to guard him?

Rushing, yet again, back to his apartment, Kenta unlocked his door, bursting through his room. The young man armed himself with multiple guns this time around, shoving them into the back and front of his pants. He stuffed a sheathed knife inside of the pocket of his bomber jacket and extra magazine clips in case Darien wanted to have a show down right in the complex. Lastly, he equipped himself with chips and a movie called "The Conjuring" that he was too busy to actually watch in his free time. He would try to carefully approach him before he went in all gun's blazing. Making his way down the hall, he knocked on room number 79, two doors down from his room. He waited with high hopes, praying that the direct approach would work with the necromancer. Kenta was prepared to stay outside of the room until he got a glimpse of his target,
ceriti (6/14/17 6:24:21 PM):
...Click.. SLAM!

Darien yanked the kid inside with him the second the door unlocked, and quickly turned around to lock the door. Once that was done, he slapped a hand against his cheek, and sighed. "Phew.. How the hell did he find me!?"
A tug at the bottom of his shirt caused his attention to turn back to the matter at hand. She was pouting at him. "Oh, right."

Judging by the lack of noise outside the door, Mr. Pancake wasn't attacking him, at least. Not yet. He could just lay low.

Honestly, he could almost pass out and sleep for days.. if not for this problem he had now. The apartment was pretty barren. White, undecorated walls. A hard wood floor sporting the occasional scratch mark, a couple of lawn chairs and a little card table thrown into the corner to match. He sat in the main room of his little apartment, chin propped up onto his fist, and stared blankly at the little girl. She had sat herself on the floor, looking pretty bored. There wasn't much to do in his house.
"Sooo.. What's your name?"
"Carmen." She replied plainly, her fingers tracing one of the scratch marks on the floor.
"..Do you have a last name?"
Carmen looked up. "What's a last name?"

..Yeah, this was going to be harder than he thought it would be. What do people even DO with kids?

After a while of trying to sort this out, Carmen got up, and started to walk around in circles. Darien stood up, and sighed. "..Well, alright, Carmen. ..I think it's time for a nap. Alright? So.. go to sleep."
She shook her head. "No."
He rolled his eyes. "You need to go to sleep. That's what kids do-"
"I don't wanna. I want mommy."
Darien sighed, loudly. "Well, that's too bad." He grabbed her arm and dragged her towards a door. "No!" She yanked and pulled, but he managed to drag her across the floor once she entered 'limp noodle' mode. He dragged her through the tiny apartment, and then into the bedroom - which was only a little less bare, with a sheetless mattress, some blankets, pillows, a dresser with clothes and a mirror. With a little bit of struggling, he managed to pick her up and plop her down onto the bed. "There. You're staying in here for now."
"No!" She jumped off the bed and sprinted past him. This.. was going to be a long day.

About an hour of this went by. Though by the time that Kenta was coming up to apartment 79, Darien had finally formed a plan. Admidst his running chasing around this child - some of which being definitely visible through the broken bits of the shade - he managed to-out weasel the slippery kindergartener by herding her into the bedroom, and then shutting and locking the door by putting one of his flimsy lawn chairs beneath the door. There were a few moments of silence, more or less. He came back to the main room and leaned against the table, with a heavy groan. "Finally.."

And then came the knock.

Apparently, Carmen took the knock at the door as an invitation to scream at the top of her lungs, and that's exactly what she did. There was a split second before she let it loose, that he could hear her audibly sucking in air. And if he didn't know any better, he'd think she was actually having the worst thing done to her imaginable.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
tsunbite (6/15/17 1:53:30 AM):
Hearing a child's scream from inside of a criminal's household could only mean one thing. Or so Kenta thought as he dropped the dvd jacket along with the bag of chips on the floor and reached for his gun. The swift motion was on impulse, and he quickly realized that breaking down the door and immediately pointing a gun at a deranged necromancer could only cause the situation to escalate 10x more.

Instead, he did what any neighbor would do and put his gun away. Kenta tried to keep the "innocent civilian" act up for as long as possible, and if that meant he didn't get what he wanted immediately then so be it. He picked up the chips and DVD, but carried the both of them in one hand. The other was simply knocking on the door with urgency. "Is everything alright in there? Should I get help?" he asked with an innocent tone. By this time, if a reply wasn't close to immediate he really would break in but he always decided to give things a chance.
ceriti (6/15/17 2:24:35 AM):
Of course, someone had to stick their nose in his business. Reluctantly, he went to answer the door. With a couple of clicks, the door cracked open a few inches and the necromancer himself peeked out the door, looking up at the concerned 'neighbor' that had decided to check on the screeching. He looked up at him with a fairly straight face, and said flatly. "Mind pissing off? Everything's fine."

..It was at that moment, though, that Carmen had managed to escape her prison, some how some way. And for whatever reason, the toddler was also missing her pants now. Right behind Darien, the little girl paraded right out into the main room and flopped face first onto the floor with an audible thwump. Darien gave a start, and quickly went to slam the door on the man. "Hey. Hey! What the hell? Put your pants back o-"

..Yeah, this was looking worse by the moment.
tsunbite (6/15/17 2:52:45 AM):
The man was surprised that the door was answered, but immediately cocked an offended eyebrow as he was dismissed in such a rude way. Kenta felt his patience running thin, he opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by a commotion. Through the crack in the door, he noticed a pair of small tan legs flash by. Then, before he knew it, the door was slammed in his face. "Alright, everything doesn't seem fine," he mumbled to himself.

With his gifts in hand, he stood in front of the door, not quite sure what else to do. Awkwardly shuffling, he froze as he heard the words 'put your pants back on" through the door. Necromancer, killer, criminal. and PEDOFILE!? That was about the last straw for the young guard. Setting the items he held on the side, he kicked open the door, drawing his gun as he did. "What the fuck is going on in here!?" he exclaimed as he located Darien and pointed his gun straight at him.
ceriti (6/15/17 6:33:29 AM):
"Nnno! Don't wanna!"
Darien leaned with his back against the door and scowled at the girl. "Listen, you little brat. I'm gonna give you to the count of three to get your britches up or I'm-ACK!"
Before he could finish that sentiment, though, the door lurched hard behind him, chain lock snapping, and he was sent stumbling forward - and onto the floor, right next to Carmen. The man busting into the barren apartment was enough to startle the kid, at least. Though as Darien sat up, she hid behind him. She didn't look all too injured, or abused, other than a face full of snot and the fact that she was running around in her underwear.

Looking up at the man, Darien gave him and his gun a rather annoyed glare. Normally, he'd be pretty quick to sprint away from someone shoving a gun in his face, but his tolerance for bullshit that day was already running low. "What the FUCK are you doing? Mind letting the kid get dressed before you go whipping your dick all over the place in my house?!" A little hand tapped him on the back. He rolled his eyes. "Right, language. Whatever."
tsunbite (6/15/17 11:30:18 PM):
As he broke into the apartment and gave a chance for the commotion to rise, he settled his eyes upon what seemed to be the little girl and distressed teen that he had passed earlier in the hallway. The words, "wait, you're Darien?" almost slipped out of his mouth as he stared at the both of them. Snapping back to reality as the other started to yell at him, he simply nodded his head and closed the door behind him, thankful that it was just the lock that was busted. Kenta know that he was obviously supposed to apologize for the misunderstanding and leave, however duty calls whether he liked it or not.

Putting his back against the only exit in the room, he turned his face away so the kid could take her time getting dressed and clean herself off. He relieved himself of the guarded stance that he'd used when he emerged and settled for a casual lean against the door with the gun tucked away in his pants. Kenta felt insanely awkward, cursing his career for putting himself in his current situation even though he was the one to thank for the weird mess. "Uhm," he scratched at the back of his neck. "Sorry about your door and everything."
ceriti (6/15/17 11:49:34 PM):
With the gun out of his face, and his life more or less out of immediate danger, Darien shot the girl a glare. "Go."
As if in some miracle, Carmen actually did - she ran back into his bedroom to go retrieve her pants, wherever those had been slung in the few minutes he'd taken his eyes off of her. Meanwhile, the short boy picked himself up off the floor and started to rub his arm, where he'd fallen the hardest there. He gave Kenta an irritated look, as he just.. stood there. In his house. "You mind, uh, I don't know, getting the hell out now?" He couldn't lock him out now, and that was obviously a big problem.

A few moments later, a voice snapped him back to the moment at hand. "I need help!"
"..Seriously?" Darien snorted, smacking a hand to his forehead. "You took 'em off, you can put 'em back on!"
"Agggh!"

..He reluctantly went in. One very audible struggle later, Carmen ran back out fully clothed, followed by a very annoyed necromancer. "Remind me to never, ever get a kid."
tsunbite (6/16/17 12:21:37 AM):
Obviously not welcome at Darien's household, he felt a twinge of guilt as he saw that the boy had his hands full already, Thoguh that didn't excuse the fact that he was a sarcastic asshole. Kenta's immediate reaction was to roll his eyes, which he did, at being ushered out of the apartment. He waited until Darien wasn't busy anymore, watching him as he took care of the child trying his best to supress a chuckle. In a weird way, he was pretty good with kids.

His apology was not accepted nor acknowledged, making him feel as though talking to the other didn't really matter but he decided to anyways. "As much as I'd like to leave, I need to.." he paused thinking about choosing his words carefully. "Talk to you about something important?" Bad choice, bad tone of voice. He really wasn't cut out for talking about things. "You seem really busy right now but I really can't come back another time."

ceriti (6/16/17 12:35:01 AM):
Darien gave him a look of ridicule for a moment, and then scoffed, picking up one of his chairs and bringing it over to sit in, with his arms resting on the back. "Yeah, I figured. You just can't get enough of me, huh, Pancake Man?" It was obvious that he already knew his oh-so-secret identity. He scratched his face absentmindedly, and then threw him a gesture. "Well, before you even try, no. You're not bringing me to prison. Too many plans in the making to spend a couple of months behind bars like some petty criminal, you know?" His hand swept toward Carmen, who was now poking at the wall, and continued rambling on. "Besides, look! I even have a hostage. Try anything and the girl gets it."

Carmen, realizing that she was being talked about, whipped her head around to look at the two. "Get what?"
Darien drew a finger across his neck, in a throat slitting motion. "Get dead."
She.. didn't seem all too scared, though. Probably because he'd just spent the past few minutes wrestling pants onto her.
tsunbite (6/16/17 1:25:26 AM): Kenta watched as the arrogant boy rambled on about possible things that could happen to him. "You are a petty criminal," he mumbled under his breath as he rolled his eyes. He scoffed at his threat to the little girl, not believing his tough act one bit. "Alright, can you calm down?" he sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. A small silence was between them, Kenta was thinking about how he should tell Darien the news without over complicating it. "Live with me," he said plainly. It was the most straight forward approach that he could take, he was required to watch him to prevent crime. While living with him, he could watch him 24/7. "Your place sucks," no offense, "and we live in the same complex so the move would be pretty easy," he said checking out the minimal amount of furniture in the room, nodding to himself.
ceriti (6/16/17 1:37:03 AM): "-Hey, I heard that! I'm not just some stupid murderer, you know. I'm gonna rule the world soon, and.." He trailed off, blinking once or twice. "..Wait, what? Hold up." He.. wanted them to live together? That was definitely a different turn from what he'd been expecting. He put up his hands and shook his head. "First you hit me in the face with a pancake, then you point a gun at me - twice in the same day - now this? No way." What was next - was he going to ask for his hand in marriage now?
tsunbite (6/16/17 2:38:15 AM): "You're lucky I'm even offering you a place to stay," he pushed off of the door, tired of leaning on it. Kenta approached Darien, stopping a small distance away from him. "Either you stay with me or I stay here, but I'm not taking "no way" for an answer," he said sternly, obviously taking the situation a little more seriously than before. The man wanted to establish something, it'd been some time since he'd been at the room and he was wasting time. On top of that, he'd been standing for a long time, making his feet ache a little.
ceriti (6/16/17 2:48:07 AM):
Darien glared up at him for a few moments, and then huffed, leaning backwards with a shrug. "..Whatever." The fact still stood that he was in a bare, open spaced room with somebody that was carrying a whole bunch of guns. Perhaps he was starting to become dazed from how exhausted he already was. He stood up, laughing once or twice. "Hey, I think you'd make a pretty good zombie. First thing I'll make you do when you're dead is walk down the street bare-assed, 'kay?" He patted his side. "C'mon kiddo."
Of course, he knew this wouldn't be a permanent thing, rooming up with this weirdo. One way or another, he was going to do his own thing. Carmen soon followed Darien as he walked out of the bare apartment. "Alright, where's it at?"
tsunbite (6/16/17 5:11:51 AM):
A hint of a smile was barely on his lips. He was a little surprised that he didn't have to pick up the young man and carry him over his shoulder. Kenta opened the door for Darien and the kid to go through first. Behind them, he picked up the DVD case and chips that he left outside of the door and caught up with them. The man was wary of the other, not wanting him to stray behind in case he got any funny ideas. Instead, he led, but made sure to keep the shorter male in his peripheral vision. Moving past only one door, he stopped at his apartment. "Looks like we live a lot closer than expected," he stated, unlocking his door.

Inside, the layout looked identical to Darien's apartment except it was fully furnished. The room gave off a home-y feeling, with the sun beginning to set, he immediately flicked the switch, flooding the area in a warm lighting. "You guys can sit over there," he pointed to the soda in front of the TV before heading to the kitchen to put the broken chips back into the pantry. Next, he slipped The Conjuring back into the shelf of movies he had and sat in an red matching armchair diagonal to the sofa. "Is she uh.. yours?" he asked, referring to the kid Darien had with him. Kenta tried his best to remember about what he read about the criminal, but he didn't recall that he lived with a child.
tsunbite (6/16/17 5:12:01 AM): Lil' map of the apartment http://imgur.com/a/7qjv5]
tsunbite (6/16/17 5:44:04 AM): i tried to furnish it xD http://imgur.com/a/QbL6h btw i forgot to erase the stretch of the hallway by the kitchen lmfao]
ceriti (6/16/17 6:26:17 AM):
Once they were inside, Darien spun around once. "Nice, great." He then turned to Carmen as the man was doing whatever and knelt down to her level. "Okay, brat. You can do whatever you want in here, okay? Draw on the walls - I don't care."
"Really?" She gasped. He nodded with a straight face, and gave her a thumbs up. Not two seconds later, she ran off - running right into the kitchen to do lord knows what.

And with that, he went ahead and sprawled across the sofa, more or less taking up the entire thing, shoes still on. "Comfy, great. I could sleep here." He flashed his host a shit-eating grin. With the question, he propped himself up on an arm and leaned forward. "Ah, yes. Can't you tell I'm the spitting image of her?" -She was dirty blonde, covered in little freckles, and had gray eyes. He was.. well, him. "..No, I am not the father. I already told you this, didn't I? She's my hostage. I kidnapped her."
ceriti (6/16/17 6:26:51 AM): that map is soopah fancy//
tsunbite (6/16/17 6:45:03 AM): legit just made it in paint xD]
tsunbite (6/16/17 7:37:05 AM): Kenta looked concerned as the kid ran past him and into the kitchen. He looked over into the archway to check on what she was doing, but couldn't get a glimsp of her as she disappeared behind the corner. His eyes lingered a bit before he tore away to gaze at the criminal that was making himself at home right on his sofa. Kenta scoffed as the other decided to claim the couch for himself. "Sure, I mean, I can just give your hostage the extra bedroom that I was going to give you if you don want it, it's alright," he shrugged, getting up to check up on the little girl in the kitchen.
ceriti (6/16/17 5:30:15 PM):
Darien waved a hand at him absentmindedly. "Nah, she goes in the basement. That way I can torture her for a huge ransom." They were on the second floor, and given how he handled her, the girl could probably put up a pretty good fight against him. So much for torture.
Just as Kenta was coming into the kitchen, there was a quiet tap that signified Carmen was, indeed, up to something. When he came into the kitchen, however, she was nowhere to be seen. One of the lower cupboards was creaking fairly suspiciously, though.
tsunbite (6/16/17 11:21:42 PM):
"I hope you're joking!" Kenta called as he entered the kitchen. He knew that Darien probably was, however he couldn't be too sure. After all, the plan was to take over the world, wasn't it? The man's eyes scanned the room, looking for a bush of sandy hair that seemed to be no where to be found. Kenta would've called her name if Darien had introduced her, although he lacked basic manners therefore making future situations harder.
As he heard a noise from inside of a counter, he reeled his head in that direction. "Where are you, kid?" he said in an irritated tone. Kenta, losing his patience by the minute, started to open the cabinet doors one by one to hopefully reveal her. Eventually he found the cupboard that was making the most noise and he opened it, hoping to god that she was in there so he could stop playing stupid games.
ceriti (6/17/17 12:41:37 PM):
"You think so?"
Sure enough, there she was. Crouched in the cupboard amongst the cleaning supplies with her hands over her eyes. "Oh! Found me!" Carmen laughed, and started to crawl out of her hiding spot. She pointed to the man with a big grin on her face, and tugged on his hand. "Now you!"
"Huh, nice!" Darien called from where he was on the couch, now hanging over the back of it to get a look at what was going on. "Are we playing hide and seek now, Mr. Pancake?" The man seemed a bit distracted with the girl.. He glanced toward the door. He couldn't just ditch her, though. Could he? He needed her for his next plan!
tsunbite (6/17/17 1:04:19 PM): He was a little puzzled to find her in a cabinet, but after she has exclaimed that he found her it made more sense to him that she had playing a game with him. Kenta blinked back a little surprise, but ultimately mimicked her smile as she grinned up at him, tugging his hand. There was no hiding spots in the kitchen, not like be was going to play nursery games with a child anyways. The man left the kitchen with the kid in tow, plopping her on the armchair diagonal from Darien. He then turned his attention to the other, cocking an eyebrow at him. "Pancake man?" He asked, grinning at the stupid nickname. "Its Kenta to you," he declared, giving Darien a glance as the other eyed the door.
tsunbite (6/17/17 1:04:27 PM): Okokok gn)
ceriti (6/18/17 1:46:59 AM):
Darien quickly looked back to the man as he brought the wayward little girl back into the living room. As she was sat down in the chair, she slumped over and rubbed her eyes. A lot had happened that day. First her mother, then who knows what happened when she ran - now she was being held hostage, and.. Well, it had to be pretty close to her bedtime. Darien gave Kenta an amused smirk. "You think I care?" He glanced over to the girl. "Hey, Carmen. Can you say, 'Mr. Pancake'?"
Carmen looked between the two - apparently piecing together who Mr. Pancake was. "Mister Pan.. cake?"
The Necromancer clapped his hands together once. "Good job. Now, no matter what this douche says, don't say 'Kenta'. That's a bad word."
She seemed a little skeptical of that, though. "Uh.. Okay."
tsunbite (6/19/17 11:02:51 AM): Kenta shot Darien a dirty glare. "Don't teach her bad things," he said with a sigh. The time was rolling around to be somewhere around 7 to 8 at night. Although he hadn't had the busiest day he was somewhat exhausted. Kenta stretched, a small yawn escaping his lips. Earlier that day he was just planning to pick up something to eat from the convenience store for dinner; however, now that he had guests that proposed a problem. Before heading into the kitchen to make something for himself, he crouched down beside the little girl and looked up at her. "Alright, sweetheart. Did you want something to eat before going to bed or would you rather go to bed now and have breakfast with me in the morning?" he asked with a tilted head and a soft smile on his face.
ceriti (6/19/17 11:09:34 PM):
"Bad? You want me to teach her something bad? Oh, I'll teach her something bad.." Darien mumbled under his breath, though it more or less went unnoticed. Kenta's yawning, in turn, made Carmen yawn. She nodded. "I wanna go to sleep. I'm sleepy."
With that cue, Darien continued to mumble something or other like 'so NOW she wants to sleep' before actually chipping in something relevant to the situation at hand. He sat up and stretched rather dramatically. "Hey - yeah, I'm pretty beat, too. The plan was for you to force us all to crash here for whatever reason, right?" He shot a sideways glance at the sleepy little girl. "You don't have a crib though, do you, Pan-cake?"
tsunbite (6/20/17 12:21:24 AM): Kenta opened his mouth to chime in something along the lines of, "what do you mean 'crash here' you live with me now," but Darien's good point made him think at the topic at hand. He rubbed the back of his neck, taking a quick look at Darien's hostage and the bedroom he was going to put her in. "Do kids her size still need a crib?" he asked cluelessly, obviously not knowing a single thing about children. "I mean we could like..make a makeshift crib or something, or maybe just put her in the bed and call it alright? I mean.. she wouldn't fall off right?" he rambled, mumbling to himself, his volume getting lower as he spoke incomprehensible words to himself. "Would you wanna sleep with her to make sure she doesn't get hurt in the bed?" he asked innocently, turning a puzzles brow up.
ceriti (6/20/17 1:17:07 AM):
Darien shrugged. Carmen, however, shook her head. "I don't need a crib. I'm a big girl!"
..Was she? She had to be at least five. "..Well, she knows her stuff, huh? She'll be fine." Darien waved it off with a lazy flip of his hand, and then he laid back down on the couch, propping his head up on the arm rest. "Hmm.. She might wet the bed or something, so, you sleep with her."
Carmen stomped her feet at that remark. "Nuh uh!"
tsunbite (6/20/17 1:34:12 AM):
"I'm not sleeping with her," Kenta groaned, annoyed. "I trust that she wont wet the bed either," he mentioned, gently grabbing her hand to lead her into the bedroom that she was going to be sleeping in. As he passed Darien behind the couch, he nudged one of the cusions that was propped up against the back of the couch. "Dont fall asleep there, you're next," he warned before disappearing into a room to the far left.
While being alone with Carmen in the room, he showed her to a single bed, covered with heavy blue sheets. It was neatly made before he pulled back the covers for her to climb into. "Do you want the light on or the door open?" he asked politely to her. "If anything happens or if you need to go to the bathroom, I'll be right outside," he offered, remembering what Darien said about her wetting the bed.
ceriti (6/20/17 1:59:25 AM):
"Lame." Darien scoffed. "What, are you scared of a little girl?"
..'you're next'? Well, that was an odd threat. Nevertheless, he was certainly comfortable there, and he didn't plan on moving any time soon. He put his arms behind his head and closed his eyes, as if he was getting ready to sleep.
Carmen ran into the room alongside Kenta. As soon as the sheets were pulled back, she jumped into the bed and clambored under the sheets. "Yay!"
Not a moment later, though, she climbed back out, got on her hands and knees on the floor, and stuck her head under the bed. Undoubtedly scouting for any monsters hanging around. "Light please. I don't like dark."
tsunbite (6/20/17 2:41:49 AM): He smiled softly at her, a puff of a chuckle emerging from him as a clicked the lamp on the lowest setting. "Alright, sleep tight," he called to her as he left the room, shutting the door behind him. Kenta heaved an exhausted sigh as his eyes shifted over to Darien. "Get up," he demanded, though he didn't expect the rebel to listen to anything that he said at this point. Kenta frowned upon approaching him, seeing how he did exactly the opposite of what instructed to do. "I know you're used to a floor and everything but I'm offering you a queen sized bed in trade for the sofa," he bargained, sitting at the sliver of couch by Darien's feet.
ceriti (6/20/17 2:48:28 AM):
Carmen jumped back into bed. "Goodnight!"

..Indeed, Darien was going to be as obnoxious as possible. Normally, he'd go right for a bed that wasn't on the floor and had actual sheets, but it was perhaps, an understatement to say that he was still spiting him for breaking his door and slapping him in the face with a pancake. "Mmm.. No. I'm comfortable here." He opened an eye to look at Kenta, grinning. "What are you gonna do, sit on me? The bed must not be so great, if you want the couch over it."
tsunbite (6/20/17 3:18:57 AM): Kenta was as serious as possible. Giving Darien a glare as he subbornly refused to get off of the sofa. It was when a cocky grin danced upon Darien's lips, he slipped up, letting a twinge of a smile grasp the corners of his lips. "My bed is absolutely amazing," he growled, grabbing Darien's thin ankles. In a swift motion, Kenta was on his feet, dragging the stubborn man towards him and off the sofa. Gripping his sides, he heaved his body over his shoulder like a bag of rice, one arm cradling his back and the other intertwined with his legs. "You're a bigger brat than your hostage," Kenta muttered as he marched to his room. As the both of them entered, he dropped Darien on the bed, the springs protesting against his back, making him bob slightly. With his back against the door, he heaved yet another sigh. "Either you sleep here without a fight or I'm locking you in this bedroom."
ceriti (6/20/17 3:41:43 AM):
"Is it- Hey woah woah woah!" The smirk was certainly wiped off his face, and Darien flailed unceremoniously as he was brought closer and flipped up over this man's shoulder as if he were a child. "What the FUCK. Let go!" He protested the entire way. Though, given that he was upside down staring at the floor, he clung to Kenta's back for dear life. Unsurprisingly, he didn't weigh all too much in the first place.

And just as quickly as it had begun.. He was flopped down, sprawled out in a daze on the bed. "Urk.. Asshole." The boy mumbled under his breath, covering his mouth with his hand. "You.. Ah," He sat up and shot Kenta a glare. "Why do I have to sleep in here!? You gonna try to kill me, or something?"
He.. didn't know much about this man as it was. All he knew was that he had guns, and for all he knew from that, was that he could be some kind of assassin, or perhaps a Russian hitman out to get him before he could fulfil his destiny as an evil overlord! ..Okay, perhaps that was getting a bit off track.
tsunbite (6/20/17 4:03:42 AM): Kenta frowned at the boy. Wasn't Darien the murderer? Although, Kenta wasn't as innocent either. Sometimes his job caused him to be in the line of fire, but he didn't have to tell that to anybody. It occured to Kenta that, maybe, somehow, Darien didn't know better than to expect the worse out of people. It was an odd speculation, but it made him feel a little softer towards the other. "No, I'm not going to kill, nor hurt you," he said as if it were obvious, rolling his eyes. "Can you stop complaining for one second and just accept that I'm giving you my bed to sleep in?" The sofa wasn't particularly comfortable, but it was where the little girl could easily access him and it was the one thing in between Darien and the door. Sleeping with the man could have been an option if Darien wasn't so hostile. Kenta was surprised Darien wasn't threatening to kill him in his sleep
ceriti (6/20/17 4:15:15 AM): Darien crossed his arms. He stood up and took a few uneasy steps toward Kenta, but nevertheless kept his glare. The looks he was giving him alone made it clear that he'd probably kill him if he did have the chance. "Yeah? Well, at least I'm honest. What kind of murderer hides behind little promises like that?" He was eyeing the door as he spoke, raising his hands up for emphasis. If he had the chance, he'd try to run out. But given how Kenta was trapping him, there was a slim chance of that. "You make no sense. You know that? Who the hell just - breaks into someone's house and tries to force them to live with 'em, huh? How am I supposed to accept that?" It was a situation in which calling the cops was a pretty good idea. Except, oh wait. He'd be the one arrested.
tsunbite (6/20/17 4:27:05 AM): He opened his mouth to deny the fact that he was a murderer but quickly shut it as he thought about the fact. "I'm not hi-" he tried, before being interrupted by Darien's accusive speech. He followed the other's eyes, knowing fully well that he wanted to be let out of the room. He let Darien run on about how ridiculous Kenta was, waiting until he finished to speak. "You did accept it. Otherwise you wouldn't be here right now. You wouldn't have step one foot into this apartment if you thought that I forced you into living with me." Letting, yet another, sigh escape his lips he was too tired to talk Darien into going to bed. Kenta was tempted to tie him up or handcuff him to the bed. Which wouldn't be such a bad idea. Though, he stood his ground, propped right on the door so Darien wouldn't escape
ceriti (6/20/17 4:38:58 AM): "Oh, yeah. I gotta admit, it's a pretty good offer when you wave a gun in my face." He blinked hard once or twice in an attempt to keep himself alert. His voice was dripping with sarcasm. "Then, why can't I leave?" He protested. After a moment, he huffed and sat down at the foot of the bed, on the floor - perhaps out of pure stubbornness. As much as he wanted to argue with this strange man, he was really about to pass out.
tsunbite (6/20/17 5:32:02 AM): A twinge of guilt passed through Kenta as Darien mentioned the gun. What else was he supposed to do? Then another good point was brought up, making Kenta just feel bad in general. The man had nothing to say, just watching as Darien took a seat on the floor. "Just sleep would you?" His tone more irritated than anything. Even though it felt childish to prolong the conversation, he wouldn't stop until he got confirmation.
ceriti (6/20/17 11:53:42 PM):
"I'll go to sleep as soon as you quit whatever you're pulling here." Darien replied with a scowl. He probably looked like an indignant child, with his arms around his knees leaning up against the bed like he was. At least one of the toddlers in the house went to bed without any complaints. "Asshole.."
So long as they didn't argue any further, though - or at least, Kenta didn't continue to fuel the pointless fire, Darien would, indeed, be nodding off very soon right where he was.
tsunbite (6/21/17 7:57:10 PM): The room was dimly lit by the window behind the bed. Kenta rolled his eyes, becoming more than tired of Darien's child like behavior. If Darien wasn't going to use the bed, he would love to have it but that would make a chance to escape, which Kenta couldn't afford. "I hope everyday with you won't be like this," he said quietly as he moved swiftly towards him, giving the other no time to react. It was more of the direct approach which he didnt mind taking once in a while, but it seemed to be happening more often around the man. Bending down to pick him up from his armpits, he forcefully dragged Darien onto the bed, positioning him near a pillow. Knowing that he would protest, Kenta immediately sat down next to him on the edge of the bed, placing a hand by his side to trap him yet again. "Sleep so I can sleep, please?" It was more of a demand than a request.
ceriti (6/21/17 8:44:13 PM):
He wasn't really struggling much now, surprisingly enough. He simply gave Kenta a very, very unamused look as he was picked up and hoisted up onto the bed. As he was trapped there on the bed, Darien sighed, placing his arms behind his head, grabbing onto the pillow that was right up close to his face. "..Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna make you pay for this, Pancake Man." And with that, he smacked Kenta square in the face with the pillow. "Shoo! Get out, then. Great as you are, there's no way in hell that I'm sleeping with you."
If it wasn't obvious enough already, that was about as close that he was going to get to a confirmation on sleep. Because if he was expecting the shorty to say something along the lines of 'Most certainly, Kenta. I am going to sleep right now with precisely zero nefarious plots to escape that will be carried out the second you leave this room. Pleasant dreams!'
..Well, they'd be up all night.
tsunbite (6/21/17 9:28:07 PM): Despite how tired he was, a smile spread across his face after being smacked by the pillow. He chuckled before getting up, "I wasn't planning on it," he said referring to sleeping with Darien. "Sweet dreams," he cooed sarcasticly before grabbing the handle of the door to leave. Upon exiting the room, he hoped the little girl hadn't wandered out of the room looking for protection from monsters or a guide to the bathroom. With that, he plopped onto the couch, not bothering to grab a blanket or something of the likes. Rolling over he could get a whiff of unfamiliar scent, supposedly Darien. He didnt mind it, thinking hardly anything of it as he tried his best to go to sleep, which he did in a record time of less than five minutes.
ceriti (6/21/17 9:46:01 PM):
Click. The door closed, and Darien mumbled under his breath something to the degree of a string of curse words that really made no sense. He slid off of the bed and went to the window, pulling up the shade and peering out. He'd just jump out. That'd show him! ..Actually, they were on the second floor, so that probably wasn't a good idea.

Giving up for the time being, the oh-so-evil overlord flopped back down on the bed - face first, and scrambled under the blankets, into a lump smack in the center of the bed. He had to admit - it was nice there. If not for the fact of the situation. He'd just have to sneak out early in the morning. That'd show him, alright!
..Only, the second Darien fell asleep, he was crashed out for good. Exhaustion certainly caught up with him all at once, and there was no doubt that he could sleep through an entire day, if he wasn't disturbed. There was no doubt that Carmen would be up quite a bit before that, though.
tsunbite (6/21/17 10:17:08 PM): Despite going to bed a bit later than expected, Kenta's alarm clock woke him up at 6:40am and he got up without a complaint. He had obviously not gotten enough sleep, his puffy eyes a reminder of that but the day started somewhere. The apartment was quiet and there had surprisingly been no disturbances that night which he had been very grateful for. Rising with a stretch, the first thing he headed for was the bathroom to freshen up, given that he didnt have the chance to last night. Next was the kitchen for breakfast. The planned serving was for one but he reluctantly remembered the previous day where he invited one too many strangers into his household. There went five eggs into the frying pan, five pieces of bread in the toaster, and six pieces of bacon into a skillet.
ceriti (6/21/17 10:28:50 PM): The commotion of Kenta bustling around the house was what woke up Carmen. A few minutes after the smell of breakfast began to waft through the little home, the door opened with a little bit of a struggle and a lot of creaking, and then the little girl ran out and jumped right up onto the couch, where she peeked over the back and into the kitchen with wide eyes. There was.. something missing, though. That thing being, of course, her pants. Which were probably who-knows-where in the room she had just abandoned.
tsunbite (6/22/17 1:15:45 AM): Noticing that a door had opened, Kenta figured it would be the younger of the two. Darien obviously didnt seem like a morning person. Surely enough, he peeked through the archway in the kitchen to see a pair of two curious eyes staring at him from the couch. All had been accounted for, accept the fact that her lack of pants that Kent had yet to notice. "Morning," he smiled, still slaving away at the stove. "Breakfast will be ready in a bit, would you mind waking up Darien?" Upon the assumption that the man wasn't a fan of waking up before 8, Kenta didnt want to be in the line of fire so he sent a little girl in his stead.
ceriti (6/22/17 1:37:28 AM):
Carmen's eyes seemed to light up upon being given the task. "Okay!" She hopped back off the couch and ran for the door that contained the sleeping beast. Sure enough, he was still lumped up in the middle of the bed. She struggled right up on top of the bed - and then started to bounce around, right on top of him. "Dari Dari! Wake up! Good morning!"

"Ugh.." Darien groaned. "Wha.. Get o- OW! Watch it!" Carmen giggled as he sat up, and ran right back out. The first thing he wakes up seeing are this kid's bare legs turning the corner out of the room. Lovely.
..A few minutes later, the necromancer himself came stumbling out of the room, looking like death incarnate. He had a pretty interesting case of bed head, and his shirt was twisted around awkwardly. He didn't have any bullet holes in him, though, which was a pretty big relief considering he was half expecting it. "Alright," He yawned, as he wandered over to lean against the kitchen archway. "Somebody better be dying. Is it even noon yet?
tsunbite (6/22/17 3:25:36 AM): "Morning," he called, grabbing a plate from the cabinet. "Hungry?" The question was, for the most part, rhetorical. He was eating whether he liked it or not. The plates were lined up, two eggs, two pieces of toast and two pieces of bacon were piled on two small plates while an identical plate had only one serving of eggs and toast with two bacons. "Alright, here you are young lady" he said in a sing song voice while handing the small girl the plate with condensed portions. "Yours is by the stove," he mentioned as he passed Darien on the way to the TV. Pushing the button on the remote, the screen was brought to life.
ceriti (6/22/17 3:54:54 AM):
"..Ugh. Yeah, sure." Fortunately, Darien was not one to pass up food, so there was little complaint there. Carmen raced into the kitchen and hurriedly grabbed her plate from Kenta. "Thank you!" She then went out into the living room and sat down on the floor to eat. Given, that was the safest place for her to eat with no risk of getting eggs on the cushions or the ceiling.

Darien, on the other hand, remained in the kitchen for a bit longer as the two went to eat in the living room. After poking at the eggs for a few moments, he quickly chowed down on them. After taking the toast off the plate, he dumped the bacon into the trash can. Zombie boy groggily munched on his toast as he looked through the kitchen. Window? No. Maybe a knife? ..Probably, but no. He couldn't try that yet. This hostage situation really wasn't working out well for him. Given, his hostage was currently trying to lick yolk off her plate like a dog.

..Given that the two were probably distracted by the TV, though, now was his time.
Toast slice hanging out of his mouth like some kind of living schoolgirl trope, Darien poked his head out into the living room, and then crept towards the door. Maybe if he was quiet enough, he could get by Kenta...
tsunbite (6/22/17 4:34:33 AM): As the excitable girl took a seat next to him, Kenta expected another figure to sit by him as well. He was patient though, tuning into the program that was flickering into the TV. He picked at his eggs, which were cold since he cooked his plate first and the girl's last. He ultimately decided to eat his bacon and keep his companion company. "Anything in particular you'd like to watch?" He asked, remote in hand. "What about you?" He called to Darien a bit loudly, knowing that he was in the kitchen. Turning, he tried some way to include the other into watching TV with the two of them. "Or do you not watch TV?" He asked genuinely, turning to make eye contact with the other through the archway in the kitchen. Furrowing his eyebrows upon the sight of a cute pose on such a bratty necromancer, the words "what on earth are you doing?" Fell out of his mouth.
ceriti (6/22/17 4:48:38 AM):
"Can we watch cartoons?" Carmen asked, just as Kenta was turning around. She did too, looking up at Darien as he seemingly tried to ninja-creep his way out the door. He visibly gave a start, and quickly turned and fell backwards against the wall, leaning there nonchalantly as if that had been the idea the whole time. "Huh, what? TV? Yeah, I don't care. -Nothing. What are you talking about?"

His plan was most definitely foiled. Toast in hand, Darien came over and leaned against the back of the couch, opposite of where Kenta was. "..Look. I have plans today." He folded up a half-eaten slice of toast and shoved it into his mouth. "-N' you haf-ome explainin' to do."
tsunbite (6/22/17 5:11:01 AM): "You have plans?" Kenta seemed guininely surprised, he assumed that Darien didnt have a life or friends of the sort. "We can do those together I guess," he slipped in as he was turning down the volume on the TV. Although he would definitely seem clingy and overbearing, the thought of having the criminal out of his sights while in public never crossed his mind. "Explaining?" He questioned after scolding Darien about talking with his mouth full.
ceriti (6/23/17 2:02:25 AM): Darien nodded, swallowing his food before continuing to speak. "Of course I do. You can't rule the world by mistake." At the mention of him coming along, he scoffed. "If you're coming, then you have to do whatever I say, though. -But yeah." He waved his hand nonchalantly, staring down at him. "Why do you want me to live with you so damn bad? I get that I have some pretty dedicated followers, but damn." It was obviously a joke, but he seemed to be half-serious there.
tsunbite (6/23/17 4:35:29 AM): Kenta was very grateful that Darien was a necromancer and not a mind reader. Obviously he couldn't tell him that he's required to watch over him every second of the day. Well, it was an option but he knew that Darien would be entirely opposed to it. Instead, Kenta threw in a chuckle and patted the seat next to him. "I could ask the same thing about you and ruling the world." Which seemed absolutely unattainable and childish to him. Knowing that Darien couldn't stand a chance, he couldn't take his aspirations very seriously. "Come, take a day off or something from evil."
ceriti (6/23/17 5:12:17 AM):
"..You must not have any goals in your life." Darien rolled his eyes. "Evil never rests, haven't you heard that before?" This man just didn't get it, did he? He couldn't just sit around playing house with some weirdo! He had people to enslave! "Carmen!"
"Uh?" Carmen looked up at him. She was still working on her bacon. "Put your pants on, we have evil to do."
She frowned up at him. "Don't wanna."
He frowned back at her. "Right now." For a moment, it almost looked as if they were about to hold a pouting contest. But eventually, she obliged and ran back into the bedroom to retrieve her pants. Surprisingly, there wasn't a yell for help this time. Darien propped his chin up on his fist and watched Kenta, tapping his fingers casually on the back of the couch.

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