Songs I'll Never Write //open

[MINORU ROWE]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][STYLE=border: #000000 solid 2px; padding: 3px; width: 100px; height: 100px; float: right;][/style][STYLE=font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 5px; color: #000000; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify; width: 50px; margin-left: 280px; height: 100px; margin-top: 2px;]Weep for yourself, my man, You'll never be what is in your heart. Weep Little Lion Man, You're not as brave as you were at the start. Rate yourself and rake yourself, Take all the courage you have left. Wasted on fixing all the problems That you made in your own head[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 25px; color: #000000; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -17px;]Tremble Little Lion Man[/style][STYLE=line-height: 400%; background-color: #000000; width: 450px;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; width: 450px; color: #000000;]Normally, Minoru would have leaped at the chance to don a mask and suit and party hearty until he passed out, but it wasn't going to happen tonight. Still, it was no reason to not be fashionable. Minoru gave his reflection one more examination in the safety of his apartment. He pulled a little at his collared shirt worn underneath a crisp white suit, and then straightened the matte silver necktie at his throat. He ran a hand through his straight hair, now dyed a dark copper. His neat appearance contrasted with the disaster of his tiny apartment in the background but he paid it no mind. Satisfied, Minoru tucked a pen and notepad into a pocket on the inside of his coat and grabbed his mask on his way out. The mask itself was simple and white to match his outfit, decorated with only a thin silver braided cord around the edges. He pressed it to his face, the elastic snapping into place around his head. It was a little uncomfortable and limited his vision slightly but, in the invitation, it said a mask was a requirement. It was a masquerade, after all. Still, it wasn't an ideal outfit to work in; he preferred to work comfortably. He sighed as he caught a taxi to get to the hotel, wondering how long he'd last taking journalist notes at the masquerade. Perhaps, he'd pick up a glass of wine first to help him get through it all, though he risked getting carried away and pushing away his duties. He had to try to be a serious journalist. Serious! Besides that, the masquerade itself reeked of suspicion. As the taxi pulled up to the hotel and Minoru got a good look at the place, the vague sense of foreboding only got stronger. The place was decorated in style - he'd need to get the name and number of the decorator - and matched the festive atmosphere with greens, reds, and golds. Tables were laid out with perfectly polished silverware and beautiful centerpieces. People milled about, dressed spectacularly with, of course, masks varying from fabulously feathered to simpler styles like his own. Obviously, whoever was hosting this party had money and lots of it. Yet, no one was taking credit for it. There didn't even seem to be any obnoxious "Brought to you by..."-type business advertisements. So, where exactly was it all coming from? Minoru's boss wanted to know back at the newspaper headquarters, but Minoru himself was very, very curious as well. He'd have to do some poking around to get some answers, but he suspected it wouldn't be easy. Not in the slightest. To make matters worse, everyone including the staff was wearing masks, making it difficult to even know who to approach. He wondered briefly whether Addison was around. Certainly it would make things easier if he had a partner, but perhaps it would be better to move quickly while alone. Regardless, he'd have to make the best of the situation for now. His eyes, never still, spotted a door tucked away in a corner. No one seemed to around it. A back door? A door to the kitchens? Or maybe it would lead somewhere...interesting. 'Well, might as well start somewhere,' he thought, resigning himself to a long night. Now determined with a clear goal in mind, Minoru pushed his way past a group of young women, smiling and winking as he went (his reward being a few giggles and furtive grins). He glanced around, wondering if anyone in particular was watching him. Damn mask, it was hard to tell with his vision being partially obscured. Besides, there were so many people, anyone could be looking at him either on purpose or not. Deciding to play it safe, he leaned against the wall beside the door. No one said anything, no one approached him or looked at him strangely. Glancing around once more and feeling it was now or never, he slipped his hand over the handle and pushed.[/style] [STYLE=line-height: 400%; background-color: #000000; width: 450px;] [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; color: #000000; margin-top: -2px;]made by zingara of BTN[/style]

[JADEN MARCO KROSS]

[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #196112; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:8px; height: 224px; overflow: auto; width: 320px]This party was much too much trouble than it was worth. But of course, it was necessary. That was what he had been told over and over again. Not by Beryl, that would have been surprising, but by himself. The awakening of the Senshi, the lack of finding any Silver Crystal and failed exterminations of said Senshi had put his commander in a rut. An angry, demanding rut that had forced Jaden to come up with the idea of a mass trap for human's and Senshi alike. Admittedly, he had first been impressed with is quick thinking, but he was certainly biting his tongue now. It was painful, the amount of money that had to be spent on this. Of course, he'd gotten most of it by stealing in a discreet fashion, but his parents had made a visible contribution as well, though as far as they were concerned the money had been going towards a personal college savings account he'd "set up". It was also paining to think of the constant strategy and effort put into keeping the media from finding out just who was throwing this party, as well as the many Youma just as much of a secret and completely controlled until the absolute correct moment. They had been hidden not only among the crowd in disguise as humans, but in the cracks and shadows of the ballroom as well. Now all that was left to do was wait for enough human energy to occupy the building to satisfy his Queen. Needless to say, Jaden wasn't feeling particularly social, with the pressure of punishment if failure was the outcome of all of this heavy on his mind, so hiding inside of a room until the plan was actually in motion seemed like a sensible idea. A mask dangled from his hand, a black thing bordered with green emeralds and purple stones. His tuxedo was absolutely dashing, clean cut, stylish. The edges of his sleeves werelined with silver, silk fabric, but the rest of it was as black as the night, and it made him almost undetectable in the dark room he had placed himself. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was steady. The boy's mind went over how the night should be ending over and over again. "This will work..." he mumbled. "It has to." And suddenly his thoughts were interrupted. His eyes opened with a start, and a flash of anger went through him when he realized that he was no longer alone. That flash of anger was dangerous, as he could feel Nephrite begging to be released. His muscles grew tense and he pushed the general's power back into its place for now. He quickly stood up, pushing the mask to his face and securing it in place, finally taking advantage of the masquerade portion of this whole plot. "Excuse me," he started, turning around to face his guest. "But all attendees are supposed to remain in the ballroom." He crossed his arms, frown in place. He quickly reached over to flick a light to life in order to warrant a better look at the person in the room. It was amusing how this man had managed to dress in Jaden's complete counterpart- white suit, white mask, silver lining, it almost caused a smirk, but he controlled himself. "I can't imagine why anybody would ignore the party," he took a step forward. "Unless you're media. Or just stupid." He glared at the man. "Curiosity killed the cat." The words weren't necessarily a threat, but his tone did nothing to help his case. [/style][STYLE=padding-left: 12px] template made by oxymoron! of back to neverland[/style]

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[MINORU ROWE]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][STYLE=border: #000000 solid 2px; padding: 3px; width: 100px; height: 100px; float: right;][/style][STYLE=font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 5px; color: #000000; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify; width: 50px; margin-left: 280px; height: 100px; margin-top: 2px;]Weep for yourself, my man, You'll never be what is in your heart. Weep Little Lion Man, You're not as brave as you were at the start. Rate yourself and rake yourself, Take all the courage you have left. Wasted on fixing all the problems That you made in your own head[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 25px; color: #000000; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -17px;]Tremble Little Lion Man[/style][STYLE=line-height: 400%; background-color: #000000; width: 450px;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; width: 450px; color: #000000;]Click. Just that one little sound caused Minoru to let out the tiniest sigh of relief. At the same time, his heart leapt with anticipation as the handle gave way, allowing the door to crack open. As of yet, he wasn't sure if said anticipation was the good kind or the bad kind. Regardless, his heart rate felt like it was going a mile a minute, the beat drumming in his ears and drowning out the sounds of the milling crowds in the main hall. Minoru glanced around one last time and when still no one stopped him or looked at him funny, he peered into the mystery room. Darkness greeted him. He stuck a hand around the door frame, absently fumbling around for anything that felt like a light switch. When he found nothing, he felt incredibly awkward and exposed so he slipped quietly through, shutting the door behind him. A mistake? A prickly feeling ran up his spine. He had the distinct feeling of a rat caught in a trap. He wasn't alone, even though he had no proof of it...yet. It came soon, however, in the form of a sharp voice. A light flicked on, and Minoru blinked in the sudden brightness until his eyes grew accustomed to it. A man stood in the room, dressed entirely in black - opposite to Minoru's chosen colour of white. The journalist suppressed a grin of amusement, instead appraising the stranger from behind his mask. Minoru's observant eyes found an auburn-haired young man dressed in a very fine suit. It was difficult to guess his age when he wore a mask, but Minoru guessed from his voice and stature that he was the younger between them. Still, despite his age, there was an imperious attitude to him that Minoru would have found kind of amusing if it weren't for the rat-in-a-trap feeling he couldn't shake. He also noted a faint accent to his Japanese. In most cases, he'd overlook this stranger due to his youth but Minoru trusted his instincts and his instincts right now told him to go with it. He rocked a little bit on his heels, considering. Which card to play? The bumbling fool? The innocent lost guest? The nosy reporter? He casually pursed his lips and raised his open hands, as if saying 'I'm unarmed! I surrender!' "Ah, my apologies if I was interrupting...?" he said, keeping his tone light. "I was, uh, just looking for the bathroom. Too much to drink, haha! Do you work here? Maybe you could show me where they are. I get lost so easily!" The young man stepped closer and Minoru resisted the urge to step back. The now-closed door was directly behind him, anyway, and he wasn't about to go fumbling around for the handle. He duly noted the joke about cats and curiosity and resisted the urge to sigh with the irony of it all. Still, he couldn't help but grin a little. "Cats are curious, for sure, but cats also have nine lives and they always land on their feet, right, Mr...?" he commented jokingly.[/style] [STYLE=line-height: 400%; background-color: #000000; width: 450px;] [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; color: #000000; margin-top: -2px;]made by zingara of BTN[/style]