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[azrael arik mytaka]

SEW UP MY EYES, NEED NO MORE
in out game there is no score

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• • • • • • • • • • • IZURU KIRO ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center]

Azrael let go of Jack’s shoulder after having dug his nails into it and dragged them down his back multiple times, not caring in the slightest that there were bits of the other man’s skin stuck under his nails now. Crawling off of and out of the man, Azrael gave him a hard slap on the ass and sat upright before stretching his arms out above his head and scratching his hair. He felt relieved in more than just a sexual way. Being able to be so violent with someone who wanted it so badly always left Azrael feeling refreshed and content. It was one of the very few times when Azrael could be happy, really. Or at least as close to happy as this tortured young man got. Being able to beat up on Jack, who took it without ever standing up for himself, made Azrael feel powerful and worth something. He had never felt any sort of love or affection from his family growing up. He had never felt like he was worth the shit on the bottom of someone’s shoe and often found himself wondering why the hell he hadn’t been given up for adoption in the first place. Hurting Jack gave Azrael some sense of purpose, since Jack was all about self mutilation and loved being in pain as much as Azrael loved inflicting it. After a moment of silence and staring straight in front of him Azrael stood and started walking away from his bed. “I have to take a dump,”

[/color] he announced as if it was no big deal and went to do his thing, which I will not get into. “When I’m done you better be gone,”[/color] he then demanded with a growl, not bothering to look back at the man and just continuing to walk. He returned after washing his hands, putting on his sheep boxers and flopping onto the now empty bed

As much as Azrael enjoyed torturing his room mate with his unorthodox habits, he wasn’t really feeling up to letting Izuru see that right now. He was in a good mood and he wanted to enjoy that good mood while it lasted. Azrael enjoyed being able to beat on Jack, but the guy always ended up saying something to piss Azrael off. While Azrael absolutely hated being bored every now and then he actually enjoyed being in his own company, locked away in the dorm where there was very little to anger him. Azrael was a very unpleasant man with a lot of anger pent up inside of him, that much was obvious. He hated just about everything and everyone, and unless he was high the closest he got to a smile was a malicious smirk. It had been a long, long time since Azrael had ever felt a moment of happiness that wasn’t drug induced. The last time he remembered having positive feelings was when he found out his mother and brother had died, especially when it was deemed an “accident”. After their deaths his father’s abuse had gotten far worse and ruthless, so no moments of positive emotion had been available for Azrael. He had been brought into this world to suffer, it seemed. Azrael wasn’t allowed to have good things happen to him as far as the Universe was concerned. Thus, Azrael picked up his acoustic and started playing a rather angry tune on it, still lying on the dishevelled sheets and not bothering to get dressed.[/justify] [/blockquote]words: 600
outfit: sheep boxers
lyrics: billy talent, try honesty
notes: - - - [/blockquote][/size]

[izuru eiki kiro]

Izuru let go a small cute yawn as he exited his last class for the afternoon. History was one of the brunettes worst subjects besides math. History had way to many facts that he had to remember for quizzes and test. The young teen had enough stuff on his mind to deal. Plus he never knew why he had to know all this stuff to begin with. When am I going to use this he would always ask himself after class. Often in class his teacher told the class to ask him any question at all after class. But Izuru wasn’t sure weather that question would ride well with teacher. Their history teacher wasn’t a grouchy women , but Izuru was still afraid to ask her such question. After all at their first class the teacher had told them that history was her favorite subject. So, the skinny boy also didn’t want to ruin her favorite subject by asking what the point of it was.

After a couple minutes of walking the stumbled and bumped a girl by a locker. He then let go and small squeak and began fast walking down the hallway. The girl looked like she would punch someone out so , he didn’t want her to see him. After he had fast walked down like three hallways he went back to a normal speed. Because now some people were being to give him what the heck looks. Izu hated when people gave him weird looks like that because it reminded him of one of the looks his father used to give him. Zu made a face at the memory in his head and shook his head lightly. After passing a couple teachers he exited into the grounds and headed for the dorms building. The brunette was feeling rather exhausted so he wanted to just on his bed and do a quiet activity.

As he entered the dorm building his roommate wander into his mind. Izu made a face in his thoughts and made a noise out loud at the thought of him. His roommate always seemed in a bad mood and he scared the smaller boy. Please be in a good he repeated many times in his head. Although he knew that a good mood was probably a foreign language to his roommate. When he finally reached the door he took a deep breathe and adjusted his bag strap be entering the room. When the door closed behind him he looked to his roommate briefly who was playing guitar.

Izu made a face in his thoughts at the sound and looked down at the ground as he walked to his bed near the window. Still keeping his eyes down the blond rested his school bag near the dresser and sat down on his bed. When he was all comfortable in the Indian styled position he stretched and pulled opened the top draw of his dresser. Inside the draw he had many book and different genres that he enjoyed reading. On the stack was a mystery book he had started reading late last night , so there was rainbow bookmark sticking visibly out of the top. Izuru smiled at the book happily and removed the book before closing the draw. Once the book was in his lap he grabbed his ipod from under his pillow and popped it into his ears. After settling on a song he opened his book and began reading. While hoping that his roommate wasn’t in a bother Izuru mood. Stop it Izuru your over worrying again he told himself with a small sigh as he turn a page.

[azrael arik mytaka]

SEW UP MY EYES, NEED NO MORE
in out game there is no score

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Azrael and school had never really blended very well. Even when he had played the part of the innocent little boy he had always struggled to pass his classes. Azrael had never been the book smart kind of guy. He had always been slow to learn what they taught in school, struggling to pick up even the simplest of concepts. Azrael’s reading level was still not what it should be at, and his comprehension of mathematics was even worse. Because of how much he struggled to learn, Azrael hated school and anything to do with it. Even here, in a rehabilitation facility, Azrael skipped his classes. Mind you, the consequences for skipping were much worse, and it was considerably harder to avoid getting caught. Not like he really cared about either of those though, he had never been a stickler for the rules. Azrael and school simply didn’t get along. He didn’t even see a point in bothering any more, since he was just barely scraping by with passing marks. He was pretty sure he was just barely passing because the teacher’s couldn’t handle him, and thus refused to actually fail him. That was quite alright by him as well, since it meant that he still passed, even if it was by one percent. It was because of his inability to succeed in school that Azrael hated Izuru. To Azrael’s clouded judgement, Izuru’s good behaviour meant that the kid had to be good in school, which meant that Azrael was jealous of that. As with everything he felt, he reacted to it with violence and terrorized his room mate as much as he possibly could.

Really, Azrael was a lost and scared little boy who didn’t know what to do with himself. He had never had a real childhood, forced to grow up far too early and deal with things that most adults didn’t even face. In his opinion, no one would ever understand what he went through. No one would ever be able to relate to the pain he felt, even when he abused people to try and make them feel like he did. He abused Jack more than anyone else because he desperately wanted someone to feel as miserable and hurt as he felt. He wanted someone to be as rock bottom as he was. Azrael had no where to go and no one to go to after his stay here was done. He had no real skills other than sex and the guitar. His criminal record was a mile and a half long, so he doubted anyone would hire him for even the shittiest jobs life had to offer. He felt quite empty because of all of this, filling the holes in his life by inflicting pain and misery on others. Azrael didn’t feel that he was allowed to be liked or receive any other positive reinforcement. He wasn’t allowed to have a happy and normal life, whatever happy and normal even was.

The mentally and physically scarred man watched as his room mate entered, not bothering to put on the rest of his clothes at all. He had walked around the dorm stark naked before, so he didn’t see the problem in being in just boxers. Evidence of his earlier activities was clear with the incredibly dishevelled sheets and the stains of blood both he and Jack had received. He had a large bite mark on the side of his neck that was bruising quite nicely, as well as scratches running down most of his back to add to the pre-existing scars that covered most of him. He remained on his bed strumming chords to an old Deep Purple song, the guitar being the only thing that Azrael really excelled at other than hurting people and being a total asshole. Eventually Izuru moved out of his field of vision, unable to see him out of his blind and scarred eye. This bothered him, not liking that he was unable to see what his room mate was doing, so he sat up and set the guitar aside. “Not gunna’ say hello?”

[/color] he snorted in an icy tone, but he wasn’t sure if he was hear only spotting the headphones after he had spoken. He stalked over to his room mate and practically ripped the book out of his hand and scoffed at it. “What the fuck is this?”[/color] he demanded as he turned it to read the title before turning back to the page Izuru had been on. The expression on his face showed his delayed reading skills and he threw it onto Izuru’s bed. “Books. What the hell can paper do to keep you alive?”[/color] he thought out loud as he sat himself down on Izuru’s bed.[/justify] [/blockquote]words: 791
outfit: sheep boxers
lyrics: billy talent, try honesty
notes: - - - [/blockquote][/size]

[izuru eiki kiro]

Izuru smiled slightly at the book he was reading in his lap. But, the smile soon faded when he heard his roommates voice from across the room. As usual his roommate talked him a rudeness tone even though he was asking for a nice gesture of saying hello. Izu bit his lip slightly and looked up at the other brunette man. Before speaking to the man he noticed the condition of the bed and the boy sitting on it. Normally when the skinny teen safe somebody hurt he would try and help them , because he felt really bad about it. Izuru felt bad now but , he knew his icy roommate wouldn’t want him to help him. His roommate was a big to himself type and the shy boy respected that no matter how much he wanted to help. But, that was mostly because he was afraid of what the boy would do if he did something the other boy found disrespectful.

" Um in uh sorry azrael sama... um hello" he got in a shaking tone of voice. Izuru then made a face in his thought as he saw his angered roommate start to walk over to him. Oh no the brunette said to himself thinking the other man was going to do something horrible. And the shy boy was right to some extent cause the pissed boy grabbed the book out Izuru's lap. Before asking what it was with a swear mixed in the sentence. Izuru wrinkled his nose at the sound of the swear and look up the book. " Um um its a book sir" he replied back sacredly while hoping he hadn’t come off sounding rude. If he didn’t he would most likely get more of a lashing from the boys boy maybe worse. Please let luck be on my side today the brunette begged in his thoughts.

Izu watched sacredly as the bruised boy looked threw his book . Inside head he was worrying that the boy might destroy it or something. But, the boy only threw it back on the bed behind the scared boy. Zu closed his eyes briefly in fright as he listened to the book slide off the bed shortly after being throw there . Opening his dark eyes again his heard the scratched up boy ask him what a book could do to keep him alive. Izuru wasn’t really sure what that had to do with anything.

He never really thought of a book as means of keeping him alive. The brunette just thought of it as a means of entertainment to pass the time. 'I um suppose its not the uh proper tool for that Azrael Sama. But ,its still fun to uh read them." the brunette got it out as his eyes drifted to looked down at his bed. Taking a deep breathe he grabbed on to his sheets with his nails to prevent himself from shaking like he usually did when he got too scared. As he stared down at the bed his eyes came to the blue elastic band around his wrist.

Sniffling slightly and grabbed it with his free again and pulled it and the released. Holding back and ow he closed his eyes tightly. After opening his eyes he made a face in his thought at the fact that he was still feeling scared. Because he wasn’t sure how the testy boy would take all the words he had spoken. The boy before him was very unpredictable with all types of words. So, Izu was always worried on the how the boy would react no matter how nice his words came from his mouth.

[azrael arik mytaka]

SEW UP MY EYES, NEED NO MORE
in out game there is no score

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• • • • • • • • • • • IZURU KIRO ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center]

Honestly, not even Azrael could predict what would set off his temper. Most of the time he couldn’t even remember what he had gotten angry at in the first place, since he often came close to blacking out when he was mad enough. Azrael would just become violent and the adrenalin pumping through his veins made him stronger than usual, but by the time he calmed down he didn’t remember much of what happened while he was in a rage. He had been told that part of the reason he tended to forget what happened was the multiple head injuries he had suffered in his lifetime. Between getting car shrapnel imbedded into his skull, which left a car on the side of his head, and getting punched in the head by his father, his brain wasn’t doing too well. Suffering multiple concussions was not an excusable matter, since Azrael often got severe headaches from the bright lights here. Azrael couldn’t predict his reactions any more than the next person could, but at least it kept the doctors and therapists on their toes.

Azrael highly enjoyed how much fear he could strike into his room mate’s heart, though it was often a little too easy. Even in a particularly good mood like he was, since he was sexually satisfied, he still found it incredibly easy to intimidate and frighten the Asian he shared a dorm with. He liked to say that Asians were just easy to scare, but that wasn’t true since they had some of the best horror films in existence, not to mention that Azrael had Japanese in him down the line. He couldn’t remember how much, like an eighth or a quarter, nor did he really care. Never the less, he didn’t really like the suffixes but he was in a good enough mood to not physically show his distaste. “Sama is not part of my name,”

[/color] he reminded his room mate with a piercing glare that he wasn’t putting much effort into. He stalked over to Izuru and snatched the book out of his hands with a sneer. “I’m not an idiot, I know what the fuck it is,”[/color] he snarled, but again he didn’t put much effort into being angry. He was simply irritated with his room mate’s idiodicy.

There was no doubt that Azrael had been rough with Izuru and his belongings in the past, but right now he simply didn’t feel like it. While his room mate might see the dishevelled and dirty sheets and the scratched up and bruised Azrael as a bad thing, it was quite good for both of them. It meant that the angry young man was in a better mood, which meant that he was less likely to lash out at his room mate because it was convenient. Though, lately he had been doing all of his lashing at Jack, whom Azrael was pretty much dating at his point. (Not like Azrael had any sense of the word “relationship” though, since he was still sleeping with other people.) It was more satisfying to take his anger out on Jack, who enjoyed being in pain as much as Azrael liked inflicting it. Taking his anger out on Izuru only made him feel minimally better.

A survivor by nature, Azrael didn’t feel much for personal possessions. He didn’t really have much to his name, owning a laptop he stole from a friend, a guitar, and only enough clothes to fit in a duffle bag. He didn’t see the point in owning things that wouldn’t help you survive on the streets. The laptop had intentionally been stolen to be pawned off and the guitar he could play on the streets to get money, and clothes he needed since being a nudist was socially unacceptable. You couldn’t live off of eating the paper from a book, and you didn’t get much money at all from selling them, so what was the point to them? They didn’t do anything useful in his eyes. “Fucking nerd,”[/color] he muttered at Izuru’s remark about enjoying reading. “You wouldn’t know fun if it bit you in the ass,”[/color] he announced as he got up off of his room mate’s bed and turning to pull on a pair of tight black jeans. With Azrael’s back now facing Izuru, the timid boy now had a clear view of the long and deep scratches that ran down a majority of Azrael’s body, mixed in with the hundreds of little scars that had already been there for quite some time. [/justify] [/blockquote]words: 758
outfit: sheep boxers and black jeans
lyrics: billy talent, try honesty
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