Storm Rider
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 14
YEN : 25,000
PLAYED BY : FLAME
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Post by Chancelor Moore on Nov 10, 2016 4:12:06 GMT -5
Roughly seventeen hours after the incident, Chancelor Moore laid extremely low. Sleeping Forest more than likely believed him to be dead—nothing more but a bloodstain at the base of their tower that knocked on heavens door. Escaping his fate left his body wounded, weak, and in an less than stellar condition. But he'd heal—what didn't kill him only made him that much stronger. However, in the midst of battle, the Regalia in his possession sustained serious damage—damage even he couldn't fix or even pinpoint for that matter. That is what troubled the jungle crow, the fact his prized item was damaged by the likes of murderous zealots. However, something else ate away at him. Clutched in a weak grip resided his smartphone. On the smartphone screen resided a number, and above said number resided a name that meant a whole lot to the little bird with wounded wings. He paced back and forth on the empty basketball count, debating on if he should or shouldn't call the one female he never wanted to displease. " Man. I can just see those puppy dog eyes now. Fuck." Chancelor continued to pace, attempting to forge a story to by himself even the smallest amount of time. He was truly a bird trapped in a gust of wind way to strong to escape from. Ring...
Ring...
Ring...
Ring...He could have sworn his heart was on the verge of bursting through his chest the anxiety was so powerful at that given moment. " Voicemail!" Chancelor chuckled, so happy the jungle crow could have pissed himself and he wouldn't have cared. A beep at the end of the tone; a cleared throat to boot. Then he spoke: " Ayyy', girly. I know it's like 5 am in the mornin', but you think I can get you to come to "special cool place #54" when you get this? We need to discuss a few things about a few things that mighta' happened not to long ago, y'know? Heh, until then. Peace." He hung up the phone, chocolate orbs fixated on the heavy clouds above. " Fuuuuuck!" He groaned, really not wanting to go through with what he was about to go through with. " Guess I'll wait. Not like i'm needed anywhere right now. Who needs a man that is supposedly dead anyways, right?" The jungle crow chuckled, attempting to make light of the situation as he reached for his basketball and commenced to make some shots until Nana showed up. He knew she would—she always did; and that is what made her so special in his eyes. NANA MUGEN |
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Storm Rider
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 14
YEN : 0
PLAYED BY : THORN
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Post by NANA MUGEN on Nov 15, 2016 2:28:54 GMT -5
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Adorning a pair of rectangular shaped frames for eye-wear––hair, worn within a messy-styled bun with a bang draped over the young, hazel-eyed female's right eye leaving only her left available to be seen. She would adorn for a top a gray, oversized sweatshirt that would come to hang off the left side of her shoulder revealing a black bra strap. Underneath the gray sweatshirt the young woman would come to find that, for her bottom wear, she would adorn a pair of black stockings with a pair black short-shorts; whereas lastly, for foot wear, she would adorn for shoes a pair of white low-tops.
Followed by accessory for the young blonde woman, she would wear a two different colored, pink and red, strawberry styled barrettes upon the bang that draped over her right eye. Lastly, upon her back, there resided a backpack that looked to have held an assortment of things within. Overall one could tell that her style, for today, had been casual.
It was just morning as the sunrise began to form. The sky was bright, the air current had slightly been cold. The breeze that gathered could be felt as the young woman would slightly be chilly and would grab from her backpack a white, wool-knitted scarf. Wrapping said scarf around her neck she would make her way toward the meeting place.
Arriving upon the basketball court, no later then 6:55 as the sun began to slowly arise. The sky––riddled with orange and pink––held clouds that were slightly departed from one another, all in honor of Elegy and Tragedy. "Chancelor!" Nana had made haste to get herself here quickly, lowly panting exiting her the gaping hole of her mouth that grasped for air, "Is everything alri––!" And with a sudden gasp from what she came to view, she would see a man beaten before her very own hazel pupils; believing that this was not the result of someone's actions.
"A-Are you okay...?" the concerned blonde would ask, followed up by, "What happ––..." she would halt her second question, knowing the answer that was to come.
✎TAGGED: Chancelor Moore
✎NOTES: Boop.
✎OUTFIT: Described in the beginning of post.
✎MUSIC: Model Soul by Nujabes ft. Uyama Hiroto |
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