Life is a beach,I'm just playing in the sand(crim)

[Antoku Kikuchi]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: black; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 40px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 28px; margin-left: -4px;]HAT I'VE BEEN LIVING FOR [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝ AND NOW YOU'RE KNOCKING ON MY FRONT DOOR, THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN LIVING FOR, EXCUSE ME WHILE I LAUGH MY ASS OFF. ❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ Five slim fingers jabbed into moist sand, spreading the minerals around in shallow dunes as a figure dropped to his knees just a meter away from the lashing tide. The figure was of a medium built frame. Clearly a male from the skeletal structure, and clearly an eighteen year old. But even in his youth the boy's endured hardships could be seen. His skin, tanned a permanent medium brown, was littered with insignificant scars. It was toughened both from the constant tropical heat of his island nation, and the punishment suffered on a regular basis. A fresh blanket of murky white fog was rolling in off the sea and onto the craggy rocks nearby. He was not out to enjoy the beach. He had work to do. He always had work to do. The boy straightened his form, pressing his heels together, and took one last look at the busy city that stretched out from the shore not a dozen feet away. Fifty feet beyond the city he could see the tops of luscious trees. Aside from the splashing water to his backside, there was little to be seen around him. And soon, there would be even less. Antoku lazily lifted his shoulder and flexed his elbow. His wrist was the last joint to straighten as he finished striking his arm completely vertical. All but his index and middle fingers were curled in that left hand. Meanwhile, his right hand was making a matching hand motion as he brought it to just before his solar plexus. His right elbow was completely bent in the process. In that form, his back and arms were both tight, leaving his blank tank top motionless. The man's pants were considerably more lax. The satin material was styled in a baggy nature to ensure flexibility and comfort during any situation. The boy considered what he must have looked like at that moment; an eighteen year old in all black clothes, with a black tattoo that creped out of the black shit, and most strikingly, the yoga position that he was in; with his two hands together like a Buddhist monk. [/style]

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[LOGAN GRIMMSCAR]

The Gunner stood facing the ocean, his feet amongst the sand and buried deep, they were bare and free from the usual protection granted by the boots he wore. Instead his boots were hanging from his neck via the laces, while his dual pistols were each holstered at his sides. He was in no position to be out at the moment, his vision blurry and his composition sub-par. The liquor having worked its way deep into his system for the night, but who could blame him? He'd left everything to come to this place to look for more, to look for something worth investing his time in.

He turned and ventured down the beach, his feet kicking sand while his legs struggled to keep him straight. His eyes were of no help with the coming fog looking like a grey wall. His body slowly swayed as he made his way forwards, the gentle lapping of the waves occasionally reached high enough to brush his feet with white wash but no attention was paid as his eyes came to a more interesting site. A youth, and one that looked like he was doing something.

"Hey! Hey you! Kid! What're you d... What're you doing!?"

He yelled across the sandy shore, he had no idea how loud he was being, time he it felt normal, like he was casually asking a normal question. To the youth, it would no doubt be annoying and irritating to have someone yelling from across such a distance.

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[Antoku Kikuchi]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: black; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 40px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 28px; margin-left: -4px;]HAT I'VE BEEN LIVING FOR [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝ AND NOW YOU'RE KNOCKING ON MY FRONT DOOR, THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN LIVING FOR, EXCUSE ME WHILE I LAUGH MY ASS OFF. ❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ The young man’s hazel eyes shifted open as sand came flying his way due to the sudden movement of a person. Not flinching, Antoku leaned back to allow the sand to barely graze his medium tanned skin. While doing this his brightly colored hawk feathers swished with breeze. “Ararara. Wha’d yah think your doin’?” A rather malicious sneer laced his face. However the idiot that was drunk and had messed up his meditation and they would surely pay for it dearly; well most likely. Standing up the man drew his belt that adorned his cigarettes, knife, and his lighter onto himself. Removing one of the many cigarettes in the carton he then proceeded to lit it with some annoyance. Turning he saw a lone man standing there watching him, he instantly presumed that the voice had been this mans. “Ara. Wha’d yah did wasn’t very nice, yah know? Why would you shout at someone while their meditating?” The tone which was displayed in his voice was annoyed with the undertone that one would simply describe as dangerous. Antoku brought the cigarette filter to his lips and inhaled deeply, blowing the smoke that was produced in little rings towards the sky. Ahh the sky, what a free open realm. Was the only thought that had dared enter the man’s mind at a time like this, his subconscious held back numerous other that’s; mainly were of maiming the man that stood before him with either his fists or his knife. [/style]

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[LOGAN GRIMMSCAR]

Logan observed the man before him as he came to stand, his features would become apparent but being blind drunk often caused the path of such natural things to flow so differently in the mind. A quick stumble led him to switching his stance so he could keep himself upright, shaking his head free as if the balance was all a hallucination that could be removed by such a simple motion. If only.

"You didn't really answer my question, did ya? So why should I answer yours? eh?"

He was antagonizing, and he bloody well knew it. He was just waiting for the first strike to be had, but he would not throw it. It was something he enjoyed doing, toying with people. Reactions are a wonderful thing to study, there are so many to observe and take note of. Happiness, Sadness, Despair, Terror, Surprise. Some to name a few, but it didn't help him in his current state.

"I wanted your attention, see who you were. What, you gunna beat me for it? or try to!"

He laughed mockingly for a moment before falling to the ground and splaying himself across the sand on his back. A huge grin flowed across his features as he started laughing. HE couldn't help it, his mind was completely out of it. He turned to face the youth near him, patting the sand absently.

"Come boy, sit and ponder on the many things that require pondering! I meant ye no harm, just a bit of fun ye see?"

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[Antoku Kikuchi]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ The young man was vexed as to what to do as he saw the man fall down onto the sands. Pacing ever so slightly in the sand, he heard the man suddenly laugh and relaxed. A sharp shark looking tooth protruded from his upper jaw, biting down onto his skin. "Come boy, sit and ponder on the many things that require pondering! I meant ye no harm, just a bit of fun ye see?" Fingers rapped with a monotonous rhythm on the boy’s skull in annoyance as he listened to the drunken man tell him to come sit down and talk with him. Antoku nodded and proceeded to site down indian style next to the man. “Arara. Sorry I didnt hear you question. What was it again? Ahh and my name is Antoku Kikuchi, but I suppose you can just call me Toku.” The medium skinned teen plopped down across from the blondie, sticking his cancer stick in his mouth for yet another drag; addiction is bad. [/style]

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