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[ISSAC B.]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:451px;,bTable] all this distance years of sweet resistance swirling over head like angry clouds of discontent Another day wasted. Ever since the sun found position in the center of the sky, Issac sat in front of his abode hassling all of the productive members of society as they went by. It wasn't particularly pleasing because more often than not he didn't recieve a response. Sometimes he would get lucky. A select few had actually given brief pause to scold him, but as if they had picked up on his intent, decided to cut it short and leave. It would seem, much to Issac's dismay, the proverbial "stick" was plunged far up everyone's rear today. Issac's Cheshire-like smile faded as he thought to himself, "How dull". Where is the fun in messing with people, if they don't even get the slightest bit flustered? Issac stretched his arms and began surveying the area; traffic had died down a considerable amount from when he first walked out the door. Most were either at work around this time or sheltering themselves from Summer's blaring heat. He, on the other hand, hadn't a job to speak of or nearly enough common sense to stay indoors. So instead, there he was trying to satisfy his desire for entertainment, but to no avail. Issac began to grow impatient. At this rate day and night would exchange places and his body would require nourishment, forcing him to leave and go attend to it. The young male realigned his arms, so that his hands cupped the back of his head and stared intently ahead of him. He was tired of just sitting there, it was time to take affirmative action. A few moments passed and in the corner of his eye he spotted a figure off in the distance. His smile grew to its original proportions; this was it. Issac lifted himself onto his feet and began walking towards his mark. A whistle sounded from his lips, reciting a melody he had heard on the radio once before.

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[RINGO S.]

[atrb=style, Background-color: #dddddd][atrb=width, 537, bTable][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top] JUST ONE MORE "Oh...I ran out..." Ringo looked in the cabin of his small abode. He closed the cabin and sighed. He was hoping to do something in the case more pirates attack. It was a chaotic fiasco and Ringo wanted to prepare for it seeing as how he contributed very little. Ringo was hoping to design stamps that double as rituals if he were to stamp them on his own flesh. But the ingredients to craft such a thing isn't easy...and he now has to imagine doing the ritual outside and chaos a minor scare with all the glowing lights and such because his house floor already taken up by a ritual he created. He exited the house and locked the door. Ringo checked his wallet. He should have enough to get him some fine powder for the ritual. Might have to get some ink too...come to think of it Ringo's idea is a bit pricy. His thoughts however were interrupted. It was only after about twenty minutes of walking did he hear whistling. He looked up to see someone whistling and smiling at him. Ringo looked at him. It was someone he hasn't seen before. "Um...can I help you?"

[atrb=style, background-color: #b2cf6d][atrb=vAlign,top] DREAM Notes: Dammit Dione xD Music: None Tagged: Open

[cs=2] template by pianissimo of BTN and LS

[ISSAC B.]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:451px;,bTable] all this distance years of sweet resistance swirling over head like angry clouds of discontent So far so good. The fact that the male in front of him chose to respond and not walk away meant that Issac had been given a chance to satiate his boredom. The thought made his body go numb with exhilaration but before he got ahead of himself, he needed to lull this person into a false sense of security. The well-placed bear-trap to keep him motionless and susceptible to attack. Issac began to circle his prey, much like a vulture in the desert sun. His hand was positioned over his chin and his eyes beamed with intensity as they thoroughly examined the male. Eighteen, no... twenty? Baby-faced, innocent-looking, and meek. The image of a sheep permeated his mind. Perfect! Issac could already tell that this was going to be fun. Issac positioned himself behind the person, lowering his hand from his chin. He took one more fleeting glance before he began to speak, "As a matter of faaact, do mind keeping me company for a little while?". With this, he had stated his purpose without sounding too suspicious and without realizing it, Issac placed his arm around the male's neck. It was scary how much of a natural he was at this. "You see, people have been ignoring little ol' me all day, even though all I wanted was to plaaaay. Wasn't that really mean of them? Wasn't it? I was just about to give up when I saw you walking on by and thought you looked like an upstanding fellow. So how about it?"

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[RINGO S.]

[atrb=style, Background-color: #dddddd][atrb=width, 537, bTable][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top] JUST ONE MORE Ringo can't help but to feel nervous as he watched the white haired individual began to circle around him. He admit, he can't contain his urge to arch an eyebrow at this. The man stopped observing him for a moment to glance at Ringo before speaking. "As a matter of faaact, do mind keeping me company for a little while?" Ringo felt a minor surge of discomfort as the man placed an arm around his neck. "You see, people have been ignoring little ol' me all day, even though all I wanted was to plaaaay. Wasn't that really mean of them? Wasn't it? I was just about to give up when I saw you walking on by and thought you looked like an upstanding fellow. So how about it?" So he was just lonely? Ringo's mind was more at ease. He didn't have any thing planned for the day so Ringo guessed he could spare the man some time. "Sure, I don't mind." Ringo responded with a smile. This wasn't going to be too bad right? "Though what do you mean by play?" Ringo wasn't sure what he meant from that. Was there some kind of festival he didn't know about? Can't be because he said they were ignoring him. Maybe a game? Well Ringo guess he could play along for now...

[atrb=style, background-color: #b2cf6d][atrb=vAlign,top] DREAM Notes: Dammit Dione xD Music: None Tagged: Open

[cs=2] template by pianissimo of BTN and LS

[ISSAC B.]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:451px;,bTable] all this distance years of sweet resistance swirling over head like angry clouds of discontent A single droplet of sweat fell from Issac's forehead and for a moment he was taken aback by the male's willingness to oblige. He had expected some sort of resistance, so it was only natural that he needed a second to collect his thoughts. Even a sheep can sense the danger around them and will attempt to flee but this one.. he just stood there, practically unfazed. So, if the person ahead of him wasn't a sheep, what would that make him.. a lamb? This was so much more perfect that he had originally anticipated! "A little dim aren't you? No worries, I will be sure to enlighten you!

[/b]".

Issac released his arm around the male's neck and proceeded to give him a few hefty pats on the back. A laugh could be heard emanating from his mouth, it was hard to mask his delight. In his mind he was thinking of various ways he could "cook his meal". Shifting himself from behind the male's back he started to walk forward, sounding off a whistle to indicate that he wanted to be followed. "Soooo, what's your name?[/b]", he asked, refusing to turn around and make eye contact. "It wouldn't be fitting for me to address you as 'you' from now on, would it?[/b]". Issac attempted to get formalities out of the way so that he could focus on his primary objective.
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[RINGO S.]

[atrb=style, Background-color: #dddddd][atrb=width, 537, bTable][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top] JUST ONE MORE "A little dim aren't you? No worries, I will be sure to enlighten you!".Dim? Ringo began to ponder what he exactly did to earn being titled dim but if this one is going to "enlighten" him Ringo might as well go along. New insights are always a good thing right? "Soooo, what's your name?" The man asked after patting Ringo and the back and turning around so the two's backs are facing each other. "It wouldn't be fitting for me to address you as 'you' from now on, would it?" Ringo looked a bit behind him and then shrugged. He might as well introduce himself. "I'm Ringo. I work as a clerk at the General Store, though today is a day off for me." Ringo might as well return the question. "Who might you be?" He doesn't recognize him. Then again Ringo has only been in this town fo rawhile. He still has yet to know everyone.

[atrb=style, background-color: #b2cf6d][atrb=vAlign,top] DREAM Notes: Dammit Dione xD Music: None Tagged: Open

[cs=2] template by pianissimo of BTN and LS

[ISSAC B.]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:451px;,bTable] all this distance years of sweet resistance swirling over head like angry clouds of discontent The general store, huh? Despite having been in Sepalum for months now, he hadn't entered that establishment more than a handful of times. So, it only made sense that his companion's face was new to him. Issac let out another laugh as he thought to himself how well suited Ringo was for the job. He could picture the brown-haired babyface floundering about while trying to restock the shelves with fresh product. The irony of the lamb serving other people his brethren didn't escape Issac and served to prolong his laughter for moments more. Even though they hadn't said much to one another, the young male was already finding amusement simply in the fact that such a person existed. As Issac continued to walk his steps grew exaggerated and his arms swung in tow, resembling that of two perpetual guillotines. Subconsciously he was pacing himself to allow Ringo the chance to keep up. "Ringo, was it? I can't say I have met someone with such ... peculiar name. Are your parents jewelers?

[/b]". He jested, obviously he had enough common sense to know that wasn't the case, but despite this wanted to take every chance to tease. Issac stopped and spun around on the back of his heels to face Ringo. "My name's Issac. Say it with me. Eyyyye-Saaack. Eyesack. Got it? Good, now don't go forgetting it. So... 'Ringo', what brings you to this part of town? Playing hooky?[/b]"[/div][/div][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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[RINGO S.]

[atrb=style, Background-color: #dddddd][atrb=width, 537, bTable][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top] JUST ONE MORE "Ringo, was it? I can't say I have met someone with such ... peculiar name. Are your parents jewelers?" The boy's constant chuckling was now making Ringo a little nervous...nervousness that was put to the back of his mind. The boy could just be in an absurdly good mood after all. My name's Issac. Say it with me. Eyyyye-Saaack. Eyesack. Got it? Good, now don't go forgetting it. So... 'Ringo', what brings you to this part of town? Playing hooky?" "No, today is my day off." The idea of 'playing hooky' is far beyond Ringo. "I am passing by and about to go shopping for ingredients." What the ingredients are for, Ringo doesn't have to tell...not to mention the last time he spoke of what he was preparing for he got some strange looks. From then on forward Ringo realized that maybe it wasn't best for one to talk about melting things into a seal he drew on the ground outside his home.

[atrb=style, background-color: #b2cf6d][atrb=vAlign,top] DREAM Notes: SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG ; A ; Music: None Tagged: Open

[cs=2] template by pianissimo of BTN and LS

[ISSAC B.]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:451px;,bTable] all this distance years of sweet resistance swirling over head like angry clouds of discontent ... And what a fine day to have off of work. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and most importantly he was graced by Issac's presence. For certain lady luck was keeping an eye on Ringo, however for one man to carry such fortune would not only be a burden but also unfair to those around him. Issac felt it was his duty, nay his obligation to appropriate his companion of the weight on his shoulders. Eh, who was he kidding? He was no Saint, closer to a devil than that. Speaking of which, enough time had passed already, now was the time to bare his horns. Issac outreached his arms and placed one on each of Ringo's shoulders. His expression lost its humor as he pushed his face closer, staring directly at the man before him. His eyes showed a certain seriousness that would only be displayed by a politician on the stand and his smile dissipated entirely. "You know...", he began. "... playing hooky is wrong. Do you know what happens to those who commit such a felony?". Issac took a moment for his words to sink in. He wanted to make sure they had enough time to marinate in silence. Issac pressed his hands down harder, before he pressed on. "They. Die. A. Horrible. Death. A white phantom with eyes the color of ash hunts them down". It was obvious what he was insinuating and he had hoped his message was well-received, for entertainment's sake. Issac's expression lightened up along with the pressure he was exerting onto Ringo's shoulders. "But you don't have to worry about that... do you?"

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[RINGO S.]

[atrb=style, Background-color: #dddddd][atrb=width, 537, bTable][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top] JUST ONE MORE "You know..." Issac began. "... playing hooky is wrong. Do you know what happens to those who commit such a felony?" That serious stare mixed with that smile is never a good thing. "... playing hooky is wrong. Do you know what happens to those who commit such a felony?" Ringo arched an eyebrow. He figured they would get fired or something of the like. That much was obvious ri... "They. Die. A. Horrible. Death. A white phantom with eyes the color of ash hunts them down." Ringo shuddered. He couldn't tell it was from Issac placing his hand on his shoulder or the story. The fact that something like that could exist...is not exactly something Ringo wants to think about. Issac however lightened up. "But you don't have to worry about that... do you?" Ringo nodded...however then something hit him. "Wait if that was true, then one or two of the villagers would be dead and there would be more news about it." Ringo might not have spent years in this village but he hears enough from customers. If such a thing was true there would be more panic. "It's not nice to spread stories like that." Ringo said simply. His expression grew uncomfortable. "Don't...joke about death like that."

[atrb=style, background-color: #b2cf6d][atrb=vAlign,top] DREAM Notes: SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG ; A ; Music: None Tagged: Open

[cs=2] template by pianissimo of BTN and LS

[ISSAC B.]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:451px;,bTable] all this distance years of sweet resistance swirling over head like angry clouds of discontent His companion's disposition changed. The word "death" rung like a bell inside of Issac's ears. Only an idiot wouldn't recognize the correlation and unfortunately for Ringo, he was not. "You caught me red-handed. Nothing like a scary story to liven the mood, huh Rings~?". The words were venomous with intent. Normally one would avoid the elephant in the room, not Issac. He liked to wrestle with it. Though disappointed that his previous strategy had turned out to be a massive failure, he had found a more than suitable replacement. Issac imagined the most villainous expression and attempted to replicate it. It was forced and felt awkward. "And why not? As far as I am concerned death is the biggest joke there is. One moment you are enjoying life to the fullest, the next you are collecting parasites underground. Is that not hilarious!?"". Admittedly the idea of death was slightly humorous to Issac but not to that extent. However he wanted to see what would happen when a lamb experienced anger. Would it perhaps wet itself? The anticipation was killing him.

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(Sorry for the wait and for the quality ;-

[RINGO S.]

[atrb=style, Background-color: #dddddd][atrb=width, 537, bTable][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top] JUST ONE MORE "You caught me red-handed. Nothing like a scary story to liven the mood, huh Rings~?" Ringo never heard someone nickname like that before...then again the person he is speaking with was already a unique individual. Not to mention a story such as that is not exactly one should tell to "liven the mood". "And why not? As far as I am concerned death is the biggest joke there is. One moment you are enjoying life to the fullest, the next you are collecting parasites underground. Is that not hilarious!?" Ringo arched an eyebrow. Both at his words and his rather awkward and seemingly forced expression. He can't at all read what he was trying to do. Ringo calmly placed a hand on Issac's arm in order to lightly lift it off him. "I don't know exactly what you are trying to accomplish with these statements..." Ringo wasn't sure why the topic of death bothered him so much...but he still wants Issac to stop. "Death isn't hilarious. I'm sorry...death separates people. It isn't meant to be something that should be taken with humor. So...I must ask Issac, please stop."

[atrb=style, background-color: #b2cf6d][atrb=vAlign,top] DREAM Notes: SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG ; A ; Music: None Tagged: Open

[cs=2] template by pianissimo of BTN and LS

[ISSAC B.]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:451px;,bTable] all this distance years of sweet resistance swirling over head like angry clouds of discontent His companion's response made Issac question what he was expecting in the first place. The mental image he had created for Ringo faded and before him stood a Male "baby-faced, innocent-looking, and meek". It was only natural that regardless of the scenario a lamb... no a human would stay the course, much like an object in motion. Any ounce of interest he had once possessed drained leaving Issac disappointed and apathetic. "Uh-huuuuuuuh

[/color]", he replied as his gaze shifted elsewhere. The sky was just as blue as it had been hours ago...

A minute passed and the silence finally got the better of Issac. Something that he didn't want to acknowledge finally hit him. Time had been wasted.. his final attempt at merriment for the day had so terribly went awry and there was no one else to blame but himself. There was no need to prolong the inevitable. A sigh had escaped his lips perhaps for the first time in years. Ringo's reward for having dealt with him up until this point.

Issac's now free arm placed itself around the back of Issac's neck as if to instruct him. He glanced down but only briefly."Right, well I can hear my Mother calling for me. I mustn't keep her waiting. See you on the flip-side Rings~". His words were an obvious lie and made no sense given the context but he couldn't be bothered to come up with a better excuse to leave. Issac turned away from Ringo and leisurely walked back towards his humble abode. A look of disappointment remained plastered the entire way. "How dull".[/div][/div][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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