Chaos is known as the being that never became a star. It is everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time.
Neither good nor evil, the ultimate expression of nothingness. The antithesis of the cosmos, creation itself.
Although Chaos claims to be the very state of existence from which the first entities appeared, it cannot form into the entity it wants most.
So it has been cursed to stay in the form of a dark and shapeless void. Floating between existence and nonexistence.
Longingly watching as stars are constantly born and lives are lived. The seeds of malice had been planted, flourished and transformed Chaos into the purest form of evil.
[attr="class","diamond-text"] Forget about labeling her a thief, despite being exactly that. [break] [break] Lack of complaints and suspicious expressions tripped the photographer up momentarily. ”Uhhmm-haha.” words fumbled in his throat while senses waited for a leery look. Suppose she believed Rosalia garnered enough popularity to not raise red flags. Fortunately, confidence in her band instilled innocence so instead of swiping a proverbial sweaty brow, Enzo picked up the ball, and continue his sentence. [break] [break] ”Great. Love that you understand what’s up so well.” Clapping hands together, his head nodded in thanks for different reasons. Afterward, an arm extended, open palm waiting to clasp hers to seal the deal. No spit, blood, or pinky swearing required. ”Lemont—the triple six owner—will be hella excited to have you guys.” Popular band full of woman, possibly in costume to show off curves, jamming on stage and making everyone else whoop and holler. Halloween was going to be a fun night. [break] [break] A night to remember for the ages, an event you can’t forget. Though he couldn’t help and feel Halloween dragged on forever and ever. [break] [break] Tilted head, index tapping an immaculate chin in exaggerated thought, Enzo shrugged. ”Don’t really need the arm candy, unless…you wanna be the candy.” that was an idea. A chuckle escaped at the harmless notion. He’d love to cause a green with envy plague ”Hold on…” eyebrows knitted, meeting to share and recall what she stated. ”You were checking me out? I mean no biggie. But for a superstar to look at me? Woof.” he fanned himself, a smile spreading teasingly. [break] [break] ”And I’ve told ya’. I have an idea. A villain…that kinda stands out.” The blue haired buffoon villain from an anime wasn’t exactly distinct in an attractive manner. But people knew him…when donning the patent outfit. Grin showing a bit of teeth, while listening to the potential star speak. Eyes descended and ascended, checking her out. From her natural playboy pose, clothes and accessories, and those cherry thigh high socks adorning her legs – she was alluring. Obviously she deduced the different designs of catching anyone’s attention. His stuck on her for a bit, mentally biting his lip. [break] [break] Camera up and another image for the ‘look who I know book’, ”Candid.” the magical phone was tucked away once more. [break] [break] Turning to peek in the direction directed towards, Enzo moved two steps, hand rubbing his neck. ”Rockstar…What makes you think I have that kinda money?” he chuckled, red eyes blinking over his shoulder at Yvette. Deflated, he sighed. ”It isn’t James, but I can try one, I guess. Please don’t look at my ass as I walk away.” he joked, waving, grabbing an outfit on the way. [break] [break] As the door secured behind him, clothes hit the floor, mouth opening. ”You do know James, right? Pokemon. Team Rocket. What do ya think – Wow this is…something.” Getting distracted by the simple clothing that he’d never settled into in his life, the sentence disappeared. Grunts and soft four letter words littered the dressing room. Body thumping against the door as he tried adjusting clothes, minutes later, the knob turned. [break] [break] The blue haired man stepped out, black heavy boots clomp-clomping, that would take some getting use to. ”How do you move in these – in everything.” Pulling at the ripped leather jeans to allow his crotch much-needed air. A grunt rumbled in his throat, sights set back on Yvette. [break] [break] It was a black on black kind of costume, save the lack of shirt. Skin shown beneath the ebony vest, cut tendons flexing, each step taken the golden bullet choking his neck bounced. ”Ehhh…. How does it look?” Spinning with his arms out like he was hot shit, Enzo offered a charming smile. [break] [break] Stepping right in front of her, hands with studded wristbands placed on each side of her hips, the man titled his Cheshire expressed head. “Maybe a nice smear of lips stick on my neck would spruce up the entire look or nail painting.” [break]
[attr="class","diamond-notes"] Finish before christmas, i swears.
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My skin is soft like velvet but my nails are razor sharp My scent is sweet like honey but I am diamond hard My ways they cut through plastic, rust free my golden heart
[attr="class","diamond-text"] Chipper expression twitched lightly, possibly going unnoticed by saleswoman and lips peeled apart. ”Not a psycho.” tone attempting to remain relaxed, strained just a bit/ [break] [break] Psycho reverberated along cerebral hallways. Remembering well, during the ugly battle between misunderstanding of his work and the C list celebrity, the word flung about trying to stick to anything Enzo. Conclusion bordered close to distinguishing the male as simply a creep, stalker, and many things adding up to psyche status. Although his truth was quite different, he efficiently did his job and that was it. [break] [break] Enzo Patel was neither a psycho nor a stalker. Those accusations stained his appealing profession. He moved on. Had to move forward again before getting stuck, teeth set on edge. move forward. [break] [break] Shaking away the awful stench discharged from the grotesque word, attention sunk into the matter at hand. Manipulating, a trait that helped him through life, and he’d try to utilize it here. ”Kehehe. No reason to explain anything to me. I’m just a simple customer.” they were always right though. ”If you stealing your stealing. I’m here to steal attention an advice anyway.” babbling on, he straightened his back, camera around neck wobbling. [break] [break] Pocket vibration diverted attention momentarily; lifting one finger to pause the exchange, his hand retrieved the device. Reading the text on the screen compelled a light shake of the head, left to right. He smirked, tucking the phone away. Lemont was a funny guy, reminding him of the party and other things the big bash needed. Like a band to get everyone moving. Leveling sights on the heart face lady, brows rose. ”To cut to the chase: If you help me, I’ll invite you into the biggest Halloween bash in Paris.” he jumped right into it, releasing the notion of entertaining banter. ”And this could help you…if you lead Roselia out there for a performance. I’m sure it’ll make you guys a lot popular.” Cat out of the bag and kept it casually as if they were friends. [break] [break] ”It’s simple Yvette.” a smile found its way, nonchalant shrug accompanying. ”Candid.” he abruptly stated, camera poised, capturing her image in its natural state. Perfect time to frame a moment time with an perfect expression. Releasing the camera, he leaned back on the countertop, staring. ”Sorry/ I guess I should have said I was a fan from the beginning – great voice in person and in songs by the way.” [break] [break]
[attr="class","diamond-notes"] nothing long, small and iffy, kinda eeh and late as fuck.
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My skin is soft like velvet but my nails are razor sharp My scent is sweet like honey but I am diamond hard My ways they cut through plastic, rust free my golden heart
[attr="class","diamond-text"] ”Yess.” a fist punched the air, victorious grin slicing his greedy face in half. Halloween provided luck Enzo never encountered, but somehow he hit his mark, a feat that most commonly happened during a session of drunken darts. [break] [break] An open palm smacked his thigh to celebrate one more time before opening his mouth. ”You owe me.” the devilish man pointed a long finger at the bleeding liar, who took the king of Skeletons head on. Not a person Enzo wanted to anger now that he thought about it; however, he still nodded haughtily. [break] [break] ”Huh. LOOK OUT!” he shouted for everyone to hear. [break] [break] Not to be caught off guard, every inch of his body dropped to the ground once purple smoke shrouded the wounded skeleton. And that’s when he made his move. The King wasn’t dead yet, not as it should be. Enzo needed that sphere alongside a pretty shiny. So he crawled, hair swaying while skittering across the dangerous street, eye peeping on the prizes in a wall and ground. [break] [break] Of course he paid no mind to the people around until he retrieved the spear, which took a few tugs and the magnificent crown he earned. After squealing, he sat his rightful crown on top of his royal head, adjusting perfectly. [break] [break] snap a selfie in the heat of battle. [break] [break] The new king shifted his view back to the action, witnessing the annihilation of skeleton after skeleton, bones evaporating into dust. These people fought for him or rather everyone else livelihood, which meant protecting him in the end. The crown tilted as the bright figure in the air attempted to blind and call out for advice. Enzo eyebrows rose, threatening to fall off his face in reaction to an unveiled surprised. ”Magic? Magic… You did say MAGIC? I can’t help you there.” greedy lips were licked, tasting the air for more information. [break] [break] Everything made since now.”Ask Yvette or this liar?” too many conversations befell the battle field. With a shake of his head, Enzo turned back to the canon with the lone ex-king soldiering next to it. Oh, how the tide completely changed; new king and no skeleton fodder. [break] [break] Swirling the lance in hand like a marching band leader. Ego on the rise, Enzo took a few steps forward until the bind connecting camera and body tried to choke him. ”Arghghhfs” He gargled on death forcing him to take a few bumbling steps backward. Enzo hand shot up far too late, snatching at air as the camera slipped away. His beating heart kicked up a notch while the contraption dragged on the ground. ”Nooo Noooo. What – where did it go.” Bloody eyes shifted in a panic, hands swiping at the dirty alleyway, he mindlessly ran into. [break] [break] But it was gone, everything was gone. ”Mother fuck!” he rattled the trash bins and kicked a few, leaving trash in his wake. ”Aahhhhh” tantrum on full tilt. [break] [break] Accepting tips from the Big Bad wolf, the photographer huffed and puffed, empting his lungs full of shock and anger. How could it just Houdini away? Running out of the alleyway, his head shifted about, searching. ”How did it even. Which ONE of you took my – Oh my god…It was you wasn’t it?!?” breathy shaky concentration landed on the Skeleton King. It was clear as day. In a fever, bitter fingers snatch up the lance again with intentions to wield it like a man possessed. [break] [break] The blue hair buffoon charged at Napoleon, ignoring the canon. ”Give me back my camera, shithead!!” More of roar than a cry from the vexed mind of Enzo. The pole of the spear kept the two at a slight distance while he swiped at Bonaparte horizontally, left to right at its neck. Continuing his fluid motion, his arm pulled back, swiftly thrusting the jagged spear for its head. [break] [break] At least through it all, the crown magically managed to stay stable despite the person bearing it steadily ran at the edge. [break] [break]
[attr="class","diamond-notes"]TLDR: NAWT MAH CAMERA. Talked to Hitomi Jabamijulius vesper attacked Napolean cause of mah camera.
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My skin is soft like velvet but my nails are razor sharp My scent is sweet like honey but I am diamond hard My ways they cut through plastic, rust free my golden heart
[attr="class","diamond-text"] ”Okey-dokey. It’s fine.” Chin tilted upward, bloody hues shifted to Yvette. Eyebrows knitted, meeting to debate the bullshit spewing. Emotions snaked, fusing and confusing the blue-haired photographer. He desired to convey many amiable and bitter words to the group; however, the explosion of lightning knocked him on his ass as if shot in the chest, forcing him to reconsider if sticking around was worth it. Plus Yvette asked quite nicely, unlike the bleeding random running into danger. So he obliged without thinking. [break] [break] Climbing to a stand, teeth nipped at his bottom lip while watching the group run off to clearly save the day. They weren’t allowing him to be part of their power ranger games. Sighing, attention flipped to the girl who turned a weapon on him for a few ticks off the clock. Eyes rolled, regret instantly banging on the door. [break] [break] ”Me and you… Mmm.” a mumble under his breath, head shaking in disappoint. At least she wasn’t so calm like the other, fear consumed her. And the way his heart thunk thunk thunk against its cage. He felt the same, they connect slightly. While the others seem to have felt nothing, Casper like feelings. They marched ahead like this was another wild and crazy Halloween night. [break] [break] This should be a night to remember, one to frame in the paper above his name, or somewhere on an external hard drive. But now he was running away, potential cash fluttering in the wind ”Nah. I can’t do it, Emi.” Blue hair swayed left to right, backing away from the agreement. Feet shuffled to the car closes to the duo, using the lance, he shattered its window. ”Lay down in the back seat and you’ll be safe. “ arm carefully dodging glass, fingers unlocked the vehicle, the door swung open. Pure gentleman like even when his life is on the line. [break] [break] ”I’m following the others – be safe. Adieu” Ending everything that quick. Nudging her toward the safety of the car, Enzo gave her a half-ass salute, surely thinking he’d never see her again. She was quite lucky she didn’t meet one of his elbows and shoes. Giving her his back, he took off, heading straight in the direction the others flocked too, right where the lightning crackled the air. He could still feel it. [break] [break] Enzo’s camera gradually stopped bruising his chest, legs slowed down upon seeing a flaming spectacle on display. ”What in the fuck – excuse me.” bumping past a green haired lady, eyelids squinted, studying if everything was real or not… ”This is damn crazy.” He stated with a steadily growing smile. He most definitely does crazy, despite the danger signs. [break] [break] Snapsnapsnapsnap his camera convulsed, capturing whatever needed before he moved again. This time, the weapon he normally didn’t use at the ready. He charged sights set on the army from the grave and leader. [break] [break] Lowering his pole, he swept at the skeleton shins, dropping it to its knees. Taking a step back, he quickly followed up by beheading the creature with the serrated spear tip, two chops. Adrenaline and stressful situations were marvelous. Mother’s lifts cars to save their baby and Enzo growled before shanking a skeleton from behind repeatedly until it crumbled to the ground. Standing over the heap, breathing heavy, Enzo adjusted the grip on his weapon and then tossed the spear at the distinct skeleton donning a crown. He aimed for the head, really the crown in particular. [break] [break] ”Looking for survivors my ass.” he hissed at a familiar face. [break] [break]
[attr="class","diamond-notes"]TLDR: Left Emi in a car. Bumped into Hitomi Jabami . Killed 2 Skels 8 left! Threw the spear at Napoleans head/crown ADMIN . Hissed at that lying heathen julius vesper
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My skin is soft like velvet but my nails are razor sharp My scent is sweet like honey but I am diamond hard My ways they cut through plastic, rust free my golden heart
[attr="class","diamond-text"] Veering away from scouring across the delicacies of her dainty hourglass figure, vision ascended portraying innocence. Blood dripped in turquoise, eyes mingling for the first time. Usually, photos tethered their fates, today obviously painted a brand new scenario. No more watching from a distance or hearing the woman who tarnished his name babble on about the chocolate brown haired lady. Instead, he hopped over the invisible blockade impeding his encroach. He got to wave in her face, shake hands and say hello. [break] [break] “Yvette,” smile parting for the baritone to repeat in an almost dreamy tone as if he didn’t know it. ”Nice name. Thanks for helping me last minute.” he added nodding his head, fraudulent halo wobbling on devil horns. Straightening his stance, a hand swiped blue backward along his head. Miles apart from a saint, but he surely could act the part for a little. [break] [break] First contact aside, he really needed a costume. Lemont went on for weeks about the biggest Halloween Bash Paris ever seen. Quite the exaggeration, yet Enzo would be labeled an idiot if he passed it up. And if the bash honored that promise, then he wouldn’t be caught dead as generic whore one and two. [break] [break] ”I’m Enzo by the way. And do I look the type to piss on people to mark territory.” Honestly, after a line of shots, god knows what deplorable actions he’d commit. ”Or stalk boring girls all day. Not a total lie, none of the girls were boring, they were celebrities or soon to be. They also acquired a mysterious semblance attracting him like an Edward to a Bella. Yvette carried the same aura; he felt across the way. Hopefully, she help figure out what it is unlike the others. ”Lets not even get into the blood thing in special places.” he ended with a frown and headshake, hand circling around lower regions. [break] [break] Maybe she’d understand. [break] [break] Flexing shoulders, knuckles knocked on the counter in slight irritation. ”Nah. I’m looking for something…unique?” lips wet with a flick of his tongue, single digit tapped his chin in thought. ”I honestly don’t know what that uniqueness is though. I mean…I may have an idea but…I want to hear someones else suggestion.” In other words, an excuse to bother, to be in her face as long as possible [break] [break] Eyes flickered from her to the clothes behind her, then back to her. ”Especially from someone who steals from where they work – ahahaha.” he chuckled and pointed at his head. ”You got to be thinking out of the box if you’re doing that. …So please,” He leaned over the wooden finish; hands open as if begging for another bowl of oatmeal. ”Don’t allow me to look like generic bitch off the streets.” [break] [break] Enzo was a special boy, he only desired the very best or things sweating potential. The girl he reached for possessed all of that and more, although, he couldn’t think of how to admit being a fan of hers. Go for the old school your face is very familiar or compliment her voice and run from there. ”We can make a deal if that entices anything.” For some reason, his heart was thumping, knocking on its cage. [break] [break] [break]
[attr="class","diamond-notes"] a lil small thing and kinda iffy and weird. lesgo
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My skin is soft like velvet but my nails are razor sharp My scent is sweet like honey but I am diamond hard My ways they cut through plastic, rust free my golden heart
[attr="class","diamond-text"] Ask thou shall receive. The blue haired brother from another dye mother shared the reason why they traversed to the tourist trap. Of course, obliging to a nosy photographer wasn’t necessary, but he accepted the nice gesture. ”Oh? Something like a distant lover, who you must find no matter what?” Didn’t take much info for it to be twisted it into something out of the norm and he continued. ”Please, meet me at the top of the tower before I expire…my love.” the end was topped it off with a gagging noise, tongue lolled, and hand placed on his heart. [break] [break] Playful dramatics concluding, pace quicken, chuckles happened in the face of their skeleton danger. ”Whoa, no way man. This horror will be filmed until the end. Can’t leave yet anyway…I have a few people to meet. Heh.” For all the jokes and nonsense, meeting with a few friends beneath the tower nearly died in the chaos, leaving him to wonder if their heads were placed on spikes by now. [break] [break] ”Yvette and Lemont—shit I hope they aren’t dead. We had a crazy party to attend an all. What a shit show.” He sighed, trailing the man steps. Not replying was fine, sometimes airing out worries and complaints were all people cared for. Eyes landed on the two unfamiliar beings in the distance, yet a roar commanded attention somewhere off to the left. ”Nuh-uh, I got this one. Go ahead." nodding his head a few times, he gulped and exhale, steeling anxious bones ready to run. He waved, might be his last goodbye ”Be right back [break] [break] If anyone knew the rules to scary Halloween movies or horror in general, they’d understand those words meant death. No coming back with a knife in your heart. Nevertheless, Enzo ran to his death, full azure head of steam whipping in the wind. ”Arrrrgghh!” he was screaming, and so confused on why he reacted in such a way. [break] [break] The enemy swung the serrated lance originally catching Enzo’s eye. Instincts assumed control, anticipating the attack. Slipping below the weapons, a sloppy rendition of what he recalled earlier. Although instead of countering, the body swung behind the boney aggressor, long arms latched around its waist, snuggling in arms. Quickly, he bridged his body backward, slamming it on its neck. Bones cracked and Enzo rolled from beneath to his feet. Raising his foot, he stomped the head into dust. The double tap rule in effect. [break] [break] Saying nothing, fingers curled around the weapon that felt quite comfortable, like it was meant to be, before heading back. [break] [break] A big smile stretched his features. ”I did that. Wassup?” Leaning on his newfound lance, lungs sucked in deep, greedy breaths. ”Which one of you is his lover and does one of you know a Lemont or Yvette?” Keeping it casual, that’s how he liked it. "Shit, man. You do know you bleeding right?" [break] [break] [break]
[attr="class","diamond-notes"] talking. talking. left Cassian Gérard for a second. KILLED 1 ZOMBIE AND IS PROUD. ADMIN. Has a bone lance now bitches. talking to julius vesper, i believe
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My skin is soft like velvet but my nails are razor sharp My scent is sweet like honey but I am diamond hard My ways they cut through plastic, rust free my golden heart
[attr="class","diamond-text"] Halloween loomed, hanging similar to an ominous overcast stalking everyone’s move, shifting their moods. The same questions streaming in an out of peoples brain; what am I going to be this year? Where do I party? As a certified stalker sticking his nose into business that never belongs to him, Enzo Patel carried the answer to the second question on his sleeve. Releasing the information for anyone who had ears for listening and if you can’t hear, he’d produce a flyer. [break] [break] Now for the costume part, no solid answer crystalized. A reason why he proceeded with plans earlier than expected. [break] [break] Sighing, shoulder flexed and rolled while standing outside a certain boutique that was gaining popularity for different reasons. Peeking through the door, eyes searched for a certain person that should be inside. According to their job schedule, today was her day to work. If said person lied about this, he’ll find them an extract al the cash coughed up. Stalking was a rich business, when on the right side of the fence. [break] [break] Grabbing the handle, cool air condition welcomed him at the door upon stepping across the threshold. ”Well…this will not help me at all…” Looking around, a costume section hid from view or rather, he didn’t focus on one. Attention traveled the store searching for the employee with brown hair. Feet carried him to the front, twisting between shelves and racks of charming clothes. ”Definitely nothing I want, would be nice to see someone in it though.” Flicking a plaid skirt with a finger, he continued on to the register. [break] [break] The figure behind the counter had her back turned for the moment, and he casually leaned on the countertop, trusty camera dangling, eyes soaking in the view. Fingers drummed rhythmically, before parting his lips. ”Excuse me.” baritone full of manners fled from his mouth. “I was wondering if this place—specifically you—could help me design a Halloween costume.” He grinned, closely observing her reaction, wondering exactly what she’d say. [break] [break] Victim seemed like a harsh word to toss out, but some people labeled people he took pictures of as so. He definitely didn’t enjoy the ugly word. A new friend was how he described it, and he just wanted to greet her, befriend, just in case things out of hand. [break] [break] ”My bad, I should have at least said hello first. Wassup.” he inclined his head towards her, lips twisted in a grin. [break] [break] [break]
My skin is soft like velvet but my nails are razor sharp My scent is sweet like honey but I am diamond hard My ways they cut through plastic, rust free my golden heart
[attr="class","diamond-text"] Through the looking lens a brawl commenced, one of precise strikes and a watery flow. The camera clicked and zoomed, tilted and recorded, cinematizing the performance to store on a memory bank for later repeated uses. Enzo depicted it as a Kung-Fu and a ballerina mashup, which only he receive free admission for. [break] [break] ”Fuck yeah, man!” a fist pumped the air triumphantly, the same hand descended for an aggressive salute. ”Encore. Encore.” he snickered, head nodding excitedly after the gracious bow. Despite not being a part of the action, adrenaline-charged the lethargic muscles. This blue-haired clown needed to autograph his camera or something after riling up the audience. [break] [break] During the act and screaming, inspecting surrounding slipped mentally. And when completed, mind back to normal, Enzo head moved, eyes swinging like a pendulum, widening once catching what marched behind. [break] [break] ”…I’m fucked.” depleted of humor, Enzo swallowed, wetting his dry throat. A skeleton platoon advance, unfortunately, he was ignorant of the ways of proficient kung-fu. Albeit he sure as hell understood the Nike slogan and how to run, securing his life. Soon as an inattentive civilian head was spiked on a bone pole, boots hit the ground. Getting one last gruesome picture stored, boots and pavement started talking in Spanish: Speedy Gonzalez movements all the way down the streets. [break] [break] Curving down the road, he seen the defender go down, Enzo opened his maw. ”Heyhey!” piped Enzo, baritone voice struggling to remain alive. ”I’m…I’m coming with you. Oh, fuck.” Panting between words, the out of breath photographer galloped a few more paces to reach shoulder to shoulder with the newest protector. [break] [break] Anxiety forced him to peer over his shoulder a few times; knowing what was coming around the corner got the better of him. “This is madness, my dude. I’m glad I’m not crazy. I thought I was the only one…fucking trippin out for a sec. …It’s not an elaborate joke – this shit is too real. Phahaha.” Either, he was a becoming few sandwiches short of a picnic basket or he actually enjoyed the madness. A hand combed through his long blue locks, bringing to a calming state. [break] [break] ”Why are we going to the tower? I have a feeling bodies will be dropping like flies from there. …Uh, I mean, I hope its kinda safe.” he rubbed the back of his head, curbing negative thoughts. [break] [break] [break]
[attr="class","diamond-notes"]Ran away to catch up with Cassian. Talking too much. Tis bout it.
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My skin is soft like velvet but my nails are razor sharp My scent is sweet like honey but I am diamond hard My ways they cut through plastic, rust free my golden heart
[attr="class","diamond-text"] Nothing. No reaction, not even a slither of effort applied to interacting. Beady eyes simply bore pass the exterior and drilled towards Enzo’s soul, exposing him like pages of a book. Attention flickered from the cash in hand to the newcomer poised to intimidate anyone in the vicinity with his stoic, unnerving demeanor. Weight shifted, right leg to left, peachy lips twitched, pulling apart. ”You a perv –“ immediately his trap clamped due to a fresh interruption, which perhaps deserved thanks before Enzo insulted the stiff. [break] [break] At least this new face happened to be softer on the eyes, despite her failed use eyes. An innocent collision knocked her to the ground, Enzo snorted, forcing him to wonder if the man’s frame was that sturdy. Nevertheless, no matter sketchy ways, helping her to her feet only seemed right. Yet instead of giving her a hand, a baritone voice stole attention. [break] [break] ”So you not a mute.” facial features crumpled in some sort of mock surprise, a nonchalant shrug following. All it took was another pretty face of the opposite gender and boobs. When in the right possession those lady lumps are weapons of mass destruction. ”Its fine,” he added to the conversation, dismissing the girl's words. “We don’t know each other.” [break] [break] Conversation began and Enzo folded up the wad of Euro’s, stuffing it deep into black pants pockets, a grin gracing his youthful countenance. ”Man, pretentious and lonely. Heh” a tut of the tongue and scratch of the cheek, He decided in that second. ”Kentek or league of fighters – don’t matter to me, my man. Long as you prepared to lose.” Smug and competitive, a nice ambiance of that flavor brimmed the atmosphere. ”You want to do a lot don’tcha..” [break] [break] Another shrug. If the man wanted to catch a few loses, it wouldn’t faze Enzo in the slightest. Eyes shifted to the lady as Karaoke was brought up. Music and singing; the harder he stared the more her face felt familiar like he should know exactly who she was. Could she be important in some fashion? [break] [break] ”Huh? I have a nice face what more do you want?” a smile graced the vain words, hands framing his face. Quickly turning away, diverting attention, Enzo moved up ahead, pass the girl. ”So what say you, Cherie? Join our odd hair color group.” He looked over his shoulder, hands diving in his pockets. [break] [break] ”I say Kentek should be first.” He jerked his head toward the arcade. A little weird to lump together with complete stranger yet that was the intrigue as well. ”...Are we putting money on the line, here?” [break] [break] [break]
[attr="class","diamond-notes"]a lil something. Take a picture well ya
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My skin is soft like velvet but my nails are razor sharp My scent is sweet like honey but I am diamond hard My ways they cut through plastic, rust free my golden heart
[attr="class","diamond-text"] ”WEAK.” He shouted. [break] [break] Loud and obnoxious, a group of degenerates stepped out the Royal Crown to soak up the night breeze, grievances aired while one particular man lagged behind, donned a shit eating grin. Hands fiddled with his long blue hair, knotting it in a ponytail before whipping out some Euro. ”Like I said, you guys would get your ass kicked and I’d have your lunch money.” a throaty cackle rattled in his throat as he stopped to fan himself with the hard earned money. [break] [break] The group groaned, eyes rolling in an attempt to downplay the man’s dominance. ”All of you are l-o-s-e-r-s.” Another guffaw and the spelling B champion began counting his hard earned money swindled out of the people frowning. What they don’t know won’t hurt them. But for him, it was simply another evening of scrapping up a little cash anyway necessary. Not that Enzo needed it; however, the reaction of pitiful failures was priceless. [break] [break] He wished he had his camera for this particular moment. Cement their foolish defeat in a photo and attach it his wall next to all the ugly fuckers. ”No, no.” a hand rose, subduing huffy retorts. ”Not another rematch for today – move along like we discussed. Come back the same time next week.” They herded on, grumbling words Mother's didn’t condone. Enzo stepped on the curved and waved, taunting. [break] [break] ”Ta-ta – huh.” hair stood on the back of his neck. Someone was watching him, eyes dead on the back of the head. Handsome described Enzo fairly well, but people don’t have to stare. It's rude. Turning, bloody eyes landed on another blue headed man, garnering a stank expression. ”Sup,” he started casually, sizing the newcomer up. ”Do you…need something. I got pictures of myself if you want, my man.” [break] [break] And while he waited for a reply or a look of comprehension, Enzo counted his monies. ”Soo…Wassup.” [break] [break] [break]
[attr="class","diamond-notes"]wasssup bitch. want a picture?
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My skin is soft like velvet but my nails are razor sharp My scent is sweet like honey but I am diamond hard My ways they cut through plastic, rust free my golden heart
[attr="class","diamond-text"] ”How about at little less duck-face and more, yanno, thriller.” suggested the baritone, eyebrow raised anticipating their reaction. The gaggle of ladies snickered, responding amicable, encompassing the spirit of Halloween. Growling and arms flailed in the air and a bit of dancing commence, kicking off the fun for the night. Behind the camera, one black gloved hand displaying the ok sign, smile clearly expressing sentiments. ”Love it. Gimmie more.” grabby hands ensued, more needed. [break][break] Enzo, decked out in a black and white costume of a classic villain group from a kids show, let the camera descend. A strap around the neck dangled the expensive camera and pressed against the large red R engraved on his top. ”Okay, that’ll be…” presenting his back, the photographer began crunching numbers. Math…who didn’t hate it unless dealing with money? And for taking the time to capture a memory to hold dear forever, it will cost maybe a leg. Especially when splitting time from a boogieing down at a party and watching tantalizing hips roll. [break][break] ”That’ll be – excuse me.” the friendly tone went a step higher while witnessing the group fleeing. Of course, the shriek from the surrounding area could be heard but was ignored. Halloween always exposed cream puffs, which fall victim to a drop of a dime. But these people were running scared. ”And…so are they.” Sometimes people possessed a hive mind, notably when fear is on the horizon. They run, you jog and then run. Fuck assessing the situation. [break][break] The cameraman was no different. He jogged, shouting at people up ahead, trying to figure out what exactly coerced their feet to move. ”Shit.” Slowing, blue hair whipped as he turned around to face the dreadful music, whatever it was. Always attracted to mystery, that’s what landed trouble on his shoulders every time. Enzo had a sudden change of mind. Nevertheless, camera at the ready, he went against the current. [break][break] Blasting off again. [break][break] Into the madness, screams, and panic reminded him of the running of the bull. However, in the strange occurrence, the bull happen to be skeletons? Gloves rubbed his eyes in disbelief. It had to be a gag, a well-organized ruse. Either way, he snapped a photo, dented a roof of a car, zoomed in and snapped rapidly at the weird spectacle of light shooting outwards. ”Un-fucking-believable.” a mumble airily tumbled out, as light boots touched the ground. That’s when he began his exercise of the day, running for life alongside another group of dumbasses. [break][break] ”Run faster!” the bellow urged the people onward, while his long strides kept him moving. Two pristine skeletons behind him didn’t let up; actually, the distance seemed to be closing. As a saying goes, anyone can outrun a bear long as you beat the other person. Now, Enzo didn’t know if they meant beat literally, but throwing bows seemed fitting. His elbow cracked across the face of the closes unknown man, then he stopped for a fraction of a second to place a foot in front of the others. Needlessly to say, a deathly tumble occurred both skeletons hopped on the victim. [break][break] Life secured alongside a few others, the blue-haired twat stopped to capture a photo of the offing he caused. ”Better him than me.” [break][break] snap another photo for the books. Photography wasn’t for the weak of heart. [break][break] Moving on, Enzo climbed again, this time to the roof of a jacked up truck. His body swiveled counterclockwise, checking surroundings. Of course, safety flew out the window, but his lungs begged to stop to get some clean, fresh air. Looking through his lens, he spotted an interesting specimen, specifically because of the blue hair that matched his. Shooting his arm in the air, he frantically waved toward him, the other arm joined, maintaining the weird mating ritual. He desperately wanted to man’s attention. [break][break] ”BEHIND YOU.” hands cupped around his mouth. ”BEHIND YOU.” Not one but two, skeletons were gaining on him. [break] [break] [break]
[attr="class","diamond-notes"]Was taking photos. Ran. Took a photo of julius vesper light show. Elbowed a person and tripped them, left them to die or whatever. On top of a truck, hollering at Cassian Gérard cause 2 skels behind him.
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My skin is soft like velvet but my nails are razor sharp My scent is sweet like honey but I am diamond hard My ways they cut through plastic, rust free my golden heart
One had to be a weirdo to actively seek out the Catacombs of Paris, or a tourist striving to gain their money worth, even if that means taking selfies in front of the dead just to declare you’ve been there. Millions of deceased wouldn’t bother opening their rotten mouths to express how rude the livings were. None of these people garnered the power to raise the dead, so they’ll do what they want.
Save for Enzo. He, unlike others, reinvigorated the dead in a specific design only his personal touch produced. Under manipulations of a magical lens, the dead came back to life looking magnificent. Sadly it existed solely in pictures. Enzo was one of those weirdos, upping it a notch by photographing the perished to be placed on the wall.
The device whizzed, zooming in and a bright light illuminated the dimly lit area. Two more flashes went off before lowering the black camera, scarlet eyes bounce around the area, scanning. ”What next…” Of course, words aimed at the single soul alive, no one else was going to answer. If someone did, he wore the correct type of blue jeans and red Nikes to flee in.
Enzo continued, moving silently after a sigh, letting his feet be the brains, simply acting on instincts. However, a noise triggered ears to perk up indefinitely. Usually, he’d be here mostly alone, well, his gut lied to him about no one else is around. ”The hell…was that.” a cautious mumble tumbled off peachy lips, eyes roamed and he spun on his heel. Similar to the dumb actors in movies, when a horn of mystery echoed, he ran to it, like a heavy chested blonde to a blade.
A soft click switched on the flash, utilizing it as light in the dingy tourist trap. ”Someone…there?” Confidence escaped his tone, instead, it encouraged shoes forward. ”W-whoa whoa, dude!” His shaken voice was cleared loudly, shoes stomped to a stop. ”Who the hell are you?” Raising the bright light toward the alien silhouette, desiring it to leave the shadows, his mouth opened again.
”I don’t think you supposed to be here.” Enzo stated as if he policed the area. Thinking smartly, he kept at an arm’s length in case the situation turned ugly. He couldn’t be sure what the other weirdos roaming might do.
Appreciation for snaps and clicks began on a cell phone given to him on his thirteenth. Wonderful gift in gesture, but the underlying reason was to persuade the boy to shut up. More or less they achieved the goal, however, the middle child traded in excessive yammering with photographs of everyone and anything interesting. Personal space disappeared in the process. In contempt of becoming a greater pain in the ass, Enzo Patel never envisioned how illustrating people in their natural form could possibly lead to a future career.
The France native dropped out of Elbandia University due to substantial belief in his own talents and work ethic. The university simply inhibited his talents. Considering a flame for celebrities and the attention garnered. Enzo started at the bottom of the totem pole – rouge mercenaries with cameras, aka paparazzi.
After a few photos from side project became notable, he climbed the ladder toward full potential. Unfortunately, a swerve hit him. Few pictures of one of his favorite C-list celeb with D-list movies slapped a restraining order on him for “stalking”. Not once but twice. Admittedly the first time may have been justifiable, yet the second strike materialized and his pictures were stolen. He claimed innocent in the end. The whole ordeal sunk into a mess after two people disappeared.
Name cleared but tarnished, and being a well-renowned photographer going down the drain. Bitter Enzo continued freelance work, hoping to catch some big break to cleanse his name. And the many sources expressed the many mysteries around Paris may assist in a return to form.
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