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[Axel Samual Schwarz]

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He should have been dead. That was what he was told, anyway. You could not prove it by him. The last thing he remembered was being at home at the club there and getting dizzy. Then he woke up at some silly hospital being told by a man who called himself a Reaper that he had died. Sounded crazy, right? Then again, Axel had always been one to embrace the crazy. He was crazy himself, at least that was what he was told. Oh well.

New Haven. Axel was not sure in the slightest what he thought about the place. It was different, to say the least. Death really was only the beginning, apparently. His tattoo now held a sense of irony that made him smirk a little as he wandered along. The woods were dark, a different kind of dark than he was used to. He was not afraid of what might be lurking in the shadows. It never had been a fear of his. Besides, if he could not die again, then what did he really have to fear. Besides boredom? Dear lord, he was bored. He had yet to find a single play thing worth his time. He was so bored he almost contemplated getting an actual job, which was humorous to say the least. Really, what job could he do? He'd end up slipping cyanide into peoples' food to watch them get sick if he was a waiter, and there was no way he could deal with working retail. He'd stab someone repeatedly. Or kick the shit out of them. Or strangle them until they passed out. Or something equally bad. So, it looked like he was stuck living with his damn Reaper until he found a way to earn money, or steal it. That bit he could do. Maybe he should be a bit more choosy with his pets. Hmm... Yes, that was definitely an option. He sighed softly, putting his hands into his coat pockets as he continued wandering along. Axel was not sure how long he had been wandering around when he caught sight of a very familiar face, making him smirk a bit as his brow rose. Yony was looking a bit worse for wear. He could not help but wonder who the blond angered that time. "D'you walk into a tree, Rose, or piss someone off again?" Axel asked with an amused smirk. He really wondered just what the blond had been up to. No good, probably. Since when was Yony ever up to anything good. No, the other teen was never one for "good". Axel liked that. A lot. His Rose was definitely a character, one that Axel had yet to grow bored of. "I must say, though, that red is your color. S'that your blood, or someone else's?" Blood was something that never ceased to enthrall the sophomore teen. It was an amazing thing, and despite being technically dead, he found his fascination for it had not faded at all. It made Axel wonder just why they were stupid enough to give him a second chance. Or Yony. Did they really expect better things out of either of them? Then again, he guessed with the light came the dark; and they could never truly get rid of the dark without risking the light becoming the dark as well. Balance was more important than some people realized. Even in a place of peace, if you did not have some ripples, it would not really be living, would it?

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[Yony Helsha Katana]

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[Axel Samual Schwarz]

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Axel smirked when Yony actually looked at him. He could see Yony's anger rising just at spotting him. He should have been prepared for Yony to hit him, but for some reason, he was not and he stumbled slightly from the backhand to his face, making him laugh as it stung and his face immediately started to redden. It would probably end up bruising, but Axel was no stranger to bruises. He simply smirked and looked back to Yony as the other teen started to question him. "I assure you, I am not here on purpose," Axel replied. Honestly, he could not even be completely sure how he got there. He knew that someone had laced his drugs with something, but not who or what. He could make a pretty accurate guess as to who did it, though. Who else would have? His eyes widened when, after a moment, Yony pulled him into a hug. Was this a hug? Axel'd never really been hugged by someone. He could guess that Yony's arm over his shoulders or around his waist to keep him close to Yony's side could be considered a hug by some people; but, he'd never really hugged someone. He guessed it was kind of nice, in an odd way. If anybody but Yony had done that, though, they'd have found Axel's knife shoved into their side. "'M not exactly all that thrilled to be here myself," Axel commented, turning his head to nip at Yony's lower lip with a slight tug before the other teen pulled away from him. "Someone apparently laced my drugs with something and I ended up here. Nobody would tell me who or why, though I could guess." Axel felt no need to further explain. Surely Yony was not daft enough to not be able to assume just as well as he did. Nobody else in that place really would have even tried. Axel's gaze dropped down to Yony's hands once the other teen started to explain why there was any blood at all. It did not surprise him that already Yony had managed to piss off someone. To be honest, he would be surprised if it had taken that long to get on somebody's bad side. "It's definitely a good color on you," he agreed with a slight nod and a smirk, closing his eyes for a moment at the touch to his face. Another smirk tugged on his lips as Yony apologized to him, and he opened his eyes once again. "Mmm... I don't know..." He turned his face into the touch absently, nipping lightly at the other teen's hand with a faint hum. As much as he was not sure he wanted to be there, it was good to have Yony nearby again. He had missed the blond, oddly enough. He had not been sure that he would when Yony had been first locked away, and then it came out that he was killed in jail. Axel had kind of missed him, though. Not that he would ever say it. That was a sign of weakness that he would not give to anyone. Ever. "Any reason you're lingering out here, Rose? I see whatever plaything you had is gone." Axel was not sure whether or not the person he pissed off was the plaything, or the defender of the plaything; but, either way was what Axel assumed the problem was. After all, that was typically why Yony pissed off someone, he either tried to play with them, or play with someone they cared about. "Was it worth it?" Sometimes he found, some of his chosen playthings really were just worth the time and effort it took to make use of them. Since Yony no longer had a plaything, and was hit by whoever attacked him, there was a chance it really was just not worth it.

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[Yony Helsha Katana]

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