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    ━━ ━━━ ━━ ━ ❝ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ? ━ ━━━ ━━ ━━━━━ ━━━
    L U C I A N ▌Ténèbres Wolfgang
    ━ ━━━━━━ ━━━ ━━━━━ ━━ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ. ❞ ━━ ━


    [align=center][img width=220 height=370]http://38.media.tumblr.com/12c…k300LRUN1tdwsnwo1_500.png[/img] [align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-left: -450px; margin-bottom: -8px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]"Human beings in a mob;[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-left: -350px; margin-bottom: -70px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]What's a mob to a king?"[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: 60px; margin-left: -100px; width: 230px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;][justify][size=7pt][font=arial]The smell of smoke and drugs, chatter and profanities -- it was all too common for the delinquent. Lucian had gone far from where he was upon birth; rich parents -- doctors and lawyers -- and everything at his fingertips. That was, until they decided to give him up for adoption; his mental disorders made him less than a perfect child, and his perfectionist parents didn't know how to deal with an imperfect human being. Weren't all humans imperfect? Sob story aside, he wouldn't consider himself a delinquent anymore. Nevertheless, he'd always be an orphan, but now he was a criminal. Heck, if he didn't know any better, he'd think he was more notorious than he gave himself credit for. That title seemingly belonged to the new criminal in town; though the only reason she got publicity was because the media was arguing over her gender identity. Witnesses swore they saw a female, but society refused to believe females were capable of heinous crimes. Women were far too elegant and proper for that.




    And despite all his heists, murders, assaults, et cetera, Lucian was still condemned to alleyways with homeless people, druggies, and other low-life criminals. Worst of all, winter was coming and he could feel the chill down to his bones. His breath escaped him as small clouds and he found himself folding his arms over his chest and tucking his gloves hands beneath his armpits for warmth. He had his stash of stolen money and jewellery in a random room within an abandoned hotel lot, but he often did not go there; after every crime, he made sure to stay away from the hotel for a series of weeks or months so no one would suspect anything. That would explain why he was condemned to sleep on cold concrete. He wondered how his rival was fairing; had she gotten a better fate? Was she enjoying the image of her concealed face all over the media and newspapers? He would think so.




    Matter of fact, he heard people talking about it when he sauntered along the streets -- he could hear some of the homeless people chattering about it right now as he cowered within himself for warmth he was unlikely to find. It angered him. He had been here longer than she -- he had struck fear into the hearts of the citizens. It wasn't even so much about jealousy anymore; it was this primitive feeling of having some intruder on his territory -- a snake in his grass.




    And what did you do with a snake in your garden? You got rid of it.

    [/size][/justify][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -15px; margin-left: -450px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]"What's a king to a god?[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: -350px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][color=white][glow=black,2,300]What's a god to a non-believer?"[/glow][/fancypost]


    [align=center][size=6pt][color=black]© ғɪʀᴇ, ғɪʀᴇ    [/size]

    [img width=450]http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzijshFYgs1r69bfqo1_500.gif[/img]
    [img width=170 height=245]http://data.whicdn.com/images/…a81rnwqsxo1_500_large.gif[/img][img width=170 height=245]http://37.media.tumblr.com/2b1…cyx1Ronv1rqdoyto1_500.gif[/img]
    [glow=white,2,300]Arianne Rosalyn Viridielle[/glow]
    ✘ Criminal ✘ Feminine ✘ Dangerous ✘



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    ━━ ━━━ ━━ ━ ❝ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ? ━ ━━━ ━━ ━━━━━ ━━━
    L U C I A N ▌Ténèbres Wolfgang
    ━ ━━━━━━ ━━━ ━━━━━ ━━ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ. ❞ ━━ ━


    [align=center][img width=220 height=370]http://38.media.tumblr.com/12c…k300LRUN1tdwsnwo1_500.png[/img] [align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-left: -450px; margin-bottom: -8px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]"Human beings in a mob;[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-left: -350px; margin-bottom: -70px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]What's a mob to a king?"[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: 60px; margin-left: -100px; width: 230px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;][justify][size=7pt][font=arial]His cerulean hued eyes, cast down to the ground in a silent reverie, were brought out by the redolence of money and the scent of someone who clearly had privilege. His eyes were first met with what looked like expensive black pumps, and as he travelled upwards toward the face of the owner, he found himself perceiving a curvaceous female with dark hair and a heart-shaped nose. She was breathtakingly beautiful, yes. She was also shady. What pretty little lady like her would be confident enough to wander into an alleyway of the homeless and the drug addicts -- who were mainly populated by depraved men? In this patriarchal world, a female would not be unreasonably to fear for her wellbeing in these situations.




    He moved his eyes from her face to her outstretched hands, watching the crisp dollar bill flow in the frigid breeze. "I can't take that." His pride got in the way of his ability to take the money from her grasp. He had his own money -- not now, but he had it. With a groan, he stood up from his crouched position against the cold brick wall. Come to think of it, was this woman really giving out her money to homeless nobodies? Wow, he never suspected the world still held such generous people in it anymore. "You probably shouldn't be out here this late at night," he proclaimed dismissively, pausing for a moment to shake the chill form his bones before he built up the energy to shuffle out of the alleyway.




    "Y'know what they say; the boogymen like to come out at night... especially the perverts."

    [/size][/justify][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -15px; margin-left: -450px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]"What's a king to a god?[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: -350px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][color=white][glow=black,2,300]What's a god to a non-believer?"[/glow][/fancypost]


    [align=center][size=6pt][color=black]© ғɪʀᴇ, ғɪʀᴇ    [/size]

    [img width=450]http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzijshFYgs1r69bfqo1_500.gif[/img]
    [img width=170 height=245]http://data.whicdn.com/images/…a81rnwqsxo1_500_large.gif[/img][img width=170 height=245]http://37.media.tumblr.com/2b1…cyx1Ronv1rqdoyto1_500.gif[/img]
    [glow=white,2,300]Arianne Rosalyn Viridielle[/glow]
    ✘ Criminal ✘ Feminine ✘ Dangerous ✘



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    ━━ ━━━ ━━ ━ ❝ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ? ━ ━━━ ━━ ━━━━━ ━━━
    L U C I A N ▌Ténèbres Wolfgang
    ━ ━━━━━━ ━━━ ━━━━━ ━━ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ. ❞ ━━ ━


    [align=center][img width=220 height=370]http://38.media.tumblr.com/12c…k300LRUN1tdwsnwo1_500.png[/img] [align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-left: -450px; margin-bottom: -8px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]"Human beings in a mob;[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-left: -350px; margin-bottom: -70px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]What's a mob to a king?"[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: 60px; margin-left: -100px; width: 230px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;][justify][size=7pt][font=arial]Lucian faltered in his steps as he processed her words, a slight intuition telling him that she was more than just any deranged woman; she was the deranged woman. The woman who was plastered on the newspapers with blurry imagery that sent the city on a rampage; man or woman? They couldn't tell through that black hoodie she wore. He slowly pivoted on his feet, turning around to gaze upon her in a new perspective. She was shady, as he had first noted, but this time he noticed just how insidious and sinister her idiosyncrasies truly were. She had, after all, proclaimed to be a monster. "You're the one everyone's been talking about..." Of course, she seemed to have so much confidence, and where else would all that confidence come from? She believed she had the world at her feet because the world didn't yet understand who she was and what her motives were.




    "I've committed so many crimes and I've been overshadowed by... by a mere woman with a pretty face and expensive pumps. Wow." He had officially lost faith in humanity. He, who slept on the streets, murdered by night, collected money by day -- was only an inconvenience to this scandalous vixen of a woman.




    [Sorry for the short post]

    [/size][/justify][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -15px; margin-left: -450px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]"What's a king to a god?[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: -350px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][color=white][glow=black,2,300]What's a god to a non-believer?"[/glow][/fancypost]


    [align=center][size=6pt][color=black]© ғɪʀᴇ, ғɪʀᴇ    [/size]

    [img width=450]http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzijshFYgs1r69bfqo1_500.gif[/img]
    [img width=170 height=245]http://data.whicdn.com/images/…a81rnwqsxo1_500_large.gif[/img][img width=170 height=245]http://37.media.tumblr.com/2b1…cyx1Ronv1rqdoyto1_500.gif[/img]
    [glow=white,2,300]Arianne Rosalyn Viridielle[/glow]
    ✘ Criminal ✘ Feminine ✘ Dangerous ✘



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    ━━ ━━━ ━━ ━ ❝ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ? ━ ━━━ ━━ ━━━━━ ━━━
    L U C I A N ▌Ténèbres Wolfgang
    ━ ━━━━━━ ━━━ ━━━━━ ━━ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ. ❞ ━━ ━


    [align=center][img width=220 height=370]http://38.media.tumblr.com/12c…k300LRUN1tdwsnwo1_500.png[/img] [align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-left: -450px; margin-bottom: -8px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]"Human beings in a mob;[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-left: -350px; margin-bottom: -70px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]What's a mob to a king?"[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: 60px; margin-left: -100px; width: 230px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;][justify][size=7pt][font=arial]Lucian could clearly see that her lips were moving and that her proximity between herself and him was merely a few steps. Nevertheless, he could hardly hear her voice even though she spoke, and what he did hear sounded as if he were hearing it from beneath the surface of water -- distorted. He was too busy wondering how she, a well-put-together woman, could do something so notorious. His eyes travelled to the street in front of him and he watched the few cars race by, the headlights casting his face in light before receding to leave him back in the frigid darkness. He wasn't even interested in knowing who she was or her name -- he just wanted her out of his own.




    "This is my city to mess with. Not yours." The agitated, possessive monster him in was pushing against his ribcage and he found himself filled with unexplainable rage. This was his city. These were his people to induce fear into -- this was his territory. He'd been here long before her. What gave her the right...? He supposed stealing and drug dealing would no longer suffice. He'd have to do something much more drastic that would overshadow anything she ever had and ever would do. "But I suppose you deserve to be smug; you did, after all, get quite a reputation for yourself." He stared over the barren street for a few more moments before turning his head to glance at her, an unreadable glint in his eyes. "Misfortunately, it will be short lived."




    And with his mind set, he turned around the corner of the alley and began sauntering down the street aimlessly. He had nowhere to go, and now that he'd met a cunning woman like the dark-haired vixen, he did not trust his privacy; she could be smart enough to follow him or figure out where he stayed, and then she'd sabotage anything he ever worked toward.

    [/size][/justify][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -15px; margin-left: -450px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]"What's a king to a god?[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: -350px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][color=white][glow=black,2,300]What's a god to a non-believer?"[/glow][/fancypost]


    [align=center][size=6pt][color=black]© ғɪʀᴇ, ғɪʀᴇ    [/size]

    [img width=450]http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzijshFYgs1r69bfqo1_500.gif[/img]
    [img width=170 height=245]http://data.whicdn.com/images/…a81rnwqsxo1_500_large.gif[/img][img width=170 height=245]http://37.media.tumblr.com/2b1…cyx1Ronv1rqdoyto1_500.gif[/img]
    [glow=white,2,300]Arianne Rosalyn Viridielle[/glow]
    ✘ Criminal ✘ Feminine ✘ Dangerous ✘



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    ━━ ━━━ ━━ ━ ❝ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ? ━ ━━━ ━━ ━━━━━ ━━━
    L U C I A N ▌Ténèbres Wolfgang
    ━ ━━━━━━ ━━━ ━━━━━ ━━ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ. ❞ ━━ ━


    [align=center][img width=220 height=370]http://38.media.tumblr.com/12c…k300LRUN1tdwsnwo1_500.png[/img] [align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-left: -450px; margin-bottom: -8px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]"Human beings in a mob;[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-left: -350px; margin-bottom: -70px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]What's a mob to a king?"[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: 60px; margin-left: -100px; width: 230px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;][justify][size=7pt][font=arial]Multiple days later...




    The wind tousled his thick tresses and his fingers shook with anticipation more than fright. His right eye was closed, emphasising the bruise that had formed over the duration of the days after a small bar fight that ended with a glass beer bottle to his head. Nevertheless, he won the fight in the end, but his eye still occasionally throbbed with pain. Currently he lied on his stomach atop the roof of his hotel building, pointing a sniper rifle at the one man that had haunted his dreams for awhile now; this man was responsible for multiple of his misfit friends' deaths, and he was keen on getting his revenge. This was more of a personal issue than it was a desperate attempt to get notoriety, but in the back of his mind, he knew doing this would give him double the advantage.




    Finger placed on the trigger, he waited until the throng of people were not obscuring his shot and then the man went down with an eerie bang! There was silence, and then there were screams, and his target lie in a pool of his own blood, brains splattered, eyes wide open, and neck turned in an odd direction. With a smug smirk, he took his sniper rifle and packed it into its case, heading for the door that led back into the building on the top floor. The hotel was abandoned, so he didn't necessarily worry about being caught. Only the occasional homeless person could be seen, but they rarely ever ventured past ten floors, which this hotel had more than twenty, and he was on the twenty sixth. When he entered his room, he shoved his gun under the bed and lied down, listening to the sounds of the wailing sirens in the distance.




    Now he was a federal criminal, and if he kept this up, he'd be on America's Most Wanted in no time. Maybe his next victim should be his father... but would that give authority a means to finding him? After all, once they found out that they had given away a son, they'd likely look for him to see. Being thrown away like trash was a clear motive to kill one's biological parents. It'd be too risky.

    [/size][/justify][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -15px; margin-left: -450px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]"What's a king to a god?[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: -350px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][color=white][glow=black,2,300]What's a god to a non-believer?"[/glow][/fancypost]


    [align=center][size=6pt][color=black]© ғɪʀᴇ, ғɪʀᴇ    [/size]

    [img width=450]http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzijshFYgs1r69bfqo1_500.gif[/img]
    [img width=170 height=245]http://data.whicdn.com/images/…a81rnwqsxo1_500_large.gif[/img][img width=170 height=245]http://37.media.tumblr.com/2b1…cyx1Ronv1rqdoyto1_500.gif[/img]
    [glow=white,2,300]Arianne Rosalyn Viridielle[/glow]
    ✘ Criminal ✘ Feminine ✘ Dangerous ✘