if i don't behave, mama will be angry [open, human au]

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    suzuya was an albino young man, nineteen years of age. he worked as a detective, specifically investigating murders. however, he wasn't a good person- he was known for pick-pocketing poor, unsuspecting people and stealing their wallets from their pocket. giggling, the white-haired male hummed as he walked along the street at night, unfazed by the cold. not like he could feel it, anyways. suzuya had a rare condition known as cognitional insensitivity to pain- his body didn't react right when he felt pain, or something like that. he didn't quite listen to his doctors.


    still walking and humming, suzuya looked around for someone to 'bump' into, and steal their wallet.



    (actions) ([color=crimson]"speaking") (thoughts or telepathy)
    [color=transparent] #juuzousuzuya

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    Anya had been here for a while and still hadn't made friends. There were a collection of reasons that could have explained it, unstable mind, unstable emotions, crazy things like that. Well, as lonely as it was, she wouldn't quit.
    She was a tall young woman, taller than most, with long white hair and bright violet eyes. She had a long white coat edged with fur for extra warmth on, black tights and had decided to wear a set of brown winter boots this time. Usually she wore different, but she wanted a change today.




    Standing, watching random things, the Russian woman waved to some people, but didn't get the reaction she wanted. Oh well.
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    [size=9pt]( adele lynn )[/size]


    The girl was sitting on a bench, waiting for one of her friends to come by. Or her parents - she hadn't seen them today. Bored, she began tying knots into her air, imagining that the small clumps of entangled hair were nests for miniature birds. Having been left alone for awhile now, her mind began to float more and more away from reality, and into the world of fantasy. It was absolutely amazing though, so she didn't quite mind. "Hi Anya. Whats up?" Adele asked upon seeing the Russian, offering her a smile.

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    (actions) ([color=crimson]"speaking") (thoughts or telepathy)
    [color=transparent] #juuzousuzuya

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    [size=7pt][sub]Currently being controlled • Rumplestiltskin • Telepathy • Male • Extreme • Memory Manipulation • When attacking, type name in [color=gold]gold[/size]
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    [font=nayla]Rumple pursed his lips into a grin when he saw it happen. He knew what was going on, of course, but he wasn't one to interfere unless he wanted. It was terribly amusing, really. Little thief.[/justify][/fancypost]


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