Hell Makes the World Go 'Round
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Thread Topic: Hell Makes the World Go 'Round
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Travis was about to look down at his nails when he realized he had been spotted. He tensed up, gazing back at the girl who was sitting beside the man. Though he had battled through swarms of people to get here, he hadn't realized how uncomfortable being looked at made him. Then again, the blonde figured that the girl hadn't enjoyed being stared at either. He sighed, running a hand through his hair and looking from side to side. No one was taking notice of him or the others, so it looked like for now, they were the only ones in the party. And he was taking a really, really long time. Deciding it was dumb to waste time, he started to walk over to them, his golden eye glinting mischievously in the light. Not bothering to care to apologize for interrupting whatever they were talking about, Travis stood in front of them, purring out a hello of some sort. "Am I late to the little party we have going here?"
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"Well, you look normal, Erin. You could get something from a store or something. People fear looking at me or think I'm some late Halloween disaster." Xic scratched behind the kitten's ears gently, feeling the wind suddenly pick up. Erin had a lot of lovely hair that easily blew in her face. Xic had long hair himself, but most of it was braided and stayed in place. "We'll figure out a name for you." He chuckled then turned his attention to the boy walking over to them. He stretched his arms a bit and shook his head. "Not late at all. Although I'm beginning to doubt anyone else will come."
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Erin laughed a little at Xic's words, but her attention was mainly focused on the man walking towards him. She nodded her head as she looked up at him. He had seemed pretty beaten up with bandages around his eye. Curiosity couldn't help but fill her and she wondered what had happened to him. She also wondered what happened to the other two to get them both sent to Hell. "The others would have gotten here by now," Erin agreed while looking to Xic and back to the boy. "What is your name?" -
(speaking of gah
Travis's last name is Hunter x'D not whatever that other word is)
"Great, I would have hated to be late." The blonde smirked, gazing at Erin. Though he didn't say it, she was stunningly beautiful up close, compared to the man sitting beside her. He wanted to slap himself for being so picky about appearances. "What's my name? Wouldn't you like to know that, sweetheart?" Travis kneeled down at the spot, resting his arms on his knees. "The name is Travis de Hunter. Don't forget it, you might need to scream it one day. That goes to both of you, by the way." His smirk disappeared, and he stared at them, a serious look on his face. "What do I call you two? And what exactly are we supposed to do now that the whole gang is here?" -
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(I'm late af...)
Xic watched the boy, rolling his eyes at the flirtatious behavior. Was that how he acted at times? Maybe. Not really that straight forward though. At least he didn't think he was. He could see that look in Travis's eyes, that judgement of his beyond dead appearance that he'd seen all day. He subconsciously reached up to touch one of his scarred cheeks, feeling over the shabby bandages and tape. "Screaming would probably rip these further, Travis. My name is Xic. Xic Joremi. I think Death said we have to stop the war, bring salvation and punishment to those that deserve it. Something like that." -
(dude I almost forgot about this *shot*
Also, I've been wanting to say that Travis's looks remind me of a blonde version of Ciel
and he also reminds me of a person off of this rpg game)
Though the flirting was flattering, Erin would rather just have them stop. A smirk crossed her lips at Travis's cockiness though. For a whole bunch of people who crawled out of Hell, everyone was very cocky and sociable; or seemingly. "I'll make sure to keep that in mind, Travis," Erin said, just as cocky and sarcastic. But then she started nodding her head, agreeing with Xic. "But yeah, there's a war going on. If we are able to stop the war, then we get our souls back, right?" Erin looked between the two men, her eyes resting on Xic, who was feeling his cheeks. Curiosity settled into her, and she wondered how that happened to him in the first place. Her eyes then flickered over and landed on Travis. His eye, it was gone, or perhaps just severely damaged. Both of them had something obviously wrong with them, stories untold, nightmares haunting them. Thinking about their pain only made Erin think of her own, and she couldn't help but pull her sleeves down and rub her thumbs over the cuts going vertically down her forearm. There was no way she could tell the other two. She didn't want them to think she was some sort of mentally unstable woman and blow her off. She knew they had no room to judge her for her scars, but that didn't mean they didn't have room to call her crazy. -
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