Inked [Sho and Fightingfaithless]
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				Title: <strong>Inked [Sho and Fightingfaithless]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 07:32:42</strong>
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				It was going to be a long night. As if it hadn't been bad enough that he had to steal to make money, his newest employer had chosen Foxtecha, one of the hardest companies to break into, in terms of security. The circuit boards and technology that was there was one of a kind, though, and the more unique a piece of technology was the more it fetched when he sold it. So he'd donned an outfit that would make him less recognizable and put his prodigeous, if freakish, skills to use. <br><br>The black, roiling pattern of shadows seemed to build, thickening along the side of the wall. As a guard came by, he stepped into the pool of darkness, molding into it. Whether the shadows completely hid him or his body's molecular structure changed and stretched, he'd never really been sure. He'd grown increasingly unable to tell where the shadows ended and where he started. <br><br>He had to be careful with it, too - if he got upset, they had a tendency to thicken, as though flocking to him to comfort him.<br><br>Which he did appreciate, though when he was stressed out because of a math problem, having to hide the fact that the shadows of all of the desks were migrating to him like he was a flame wasn't exactly good to help him calm down. <br><br>Foxtecha didn't have security to keep out someone who could slink under doors, and crash through the ones without any real space to press through. He left millions of dollars of damage in his haste, though the company's insurance would cover it, and he stood in the center of the main room with the main door shattered behind him. It hadn't been hard - he'd just forced a few shadows into the keypad and the door frame and levered them, making it explode like glass pressed from the right angle. <br><br>The alarms had started wailing and he began scooping up handfuls of circuitry, dumping them into a sleek black bag, stuffing them in as quickly as he could. <br><br>The lights and cameras couldn't quite seem to focus on him - he wore all black, from head to toe, a form-fitting bodysuit of what looked like some sort of flexible polymer or leather. He had his eyes blindfolded, to help him navigate by shadows alone, the band thick and black, carefully tied in a knot at the back of his head. <br><br>His face was partially obscured by the blindfold but enough was visible to show full, pink lips, high cheekbones that hinted at his being a little bit of everything - his mother had been half Japanese, his father Russian - and a smattering of silvery freckles that stood out only because his cheeks were flushed heavily due to the rising heat of the electronics as they shorted out and shut down as the alarms went off and his shadows disabled them.<br><br>The shadows seemed to climb up his body, embracing his thighs, licking up his chest and hips, tiny darts flickering off and then returning to him. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Inked [Sho and Fightingfaithless]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fightingfaithless</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 23:29:59</strong>
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				Jonathan was pissed off, for one he was in this god forsaken car, number two he was in a police suit much to small for his lean frame. Why was he in this very frustrating position? Because his boss was the biggest prick on the face of the planet. Just because he blew up the mall…with no one even IN it, didn’t mean he had to be punished with street patrol. He was a detective, one of the best and it hadn’t even been his fault the place went sky high. No it was that freak he had been chasing down, he had some fire thing going on and the handsome man had gone out of his way and try to catch the brat despite the fact that he so obviously DIDN’T have fire shooting form his finger tips…and they did this to him. <br><br>With a tired sigh he slouched down into the seat, pulling the sharp police cover down further across his face, shaggy black locks hiding his dark green eyes from view. He as thinking it was nap time till the static voice came over the radio calling in cars close to the area to check out a breaking and entering in progress. With a groan he slammed his hands into the steering wheel before starting the tacky car and starting the lights and sirens, making a sharp U-turn and started for Foxtecha. It didn’t take to long to get to the high tech place, pulling the dinky pistol he had been given from the hip holster. Even that made his frown…he missed his shoulder holsters damn it. <br><br>Felling put out now and to lazy to really try and be by the book he just strolled through the door, long frame walling through the halls. The chiseled rugged face slack and bored as he looked back and forth for the thief, hand shoved into his pockets. Hell he was starting to think it was some punk playing a prank until he started to notice things, like the very creepy fact the shadows looked to be moving. Lifting an dark eyebrow he turned and couldn’t help but groan for what seemed to be the hundredth time today. Not another one of these freaks, couldn’t he ever deal with nice normal criminals? Watching the shadows crawl up the darkly dressed thief…from what he could see it looked to be some kid. <br><br>“Freeze kid…you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you…yada yada yada…” He finished off, waving a hand in the air. “Now can we please do this the easy way I do NOT want to have to chase your ass.” He all but commanded, he was not getting paid enough at the moment to care if the other escaped or not…might not be smart to walk up to an unknown criminal but the green eyed detective was just THAT put out.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Inked [Sho and Fightingfaithless]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 03:41:48</strong>
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				Nix paused and looked at his new companion, the cop, who had stumbled upon the robbery. He turned his face towards the other man but he had his eyes completely bound by the blindfold, and he appeared to be guided entirely by the shadows around him. His eyes fluttered shut for just a moment, beneath the blindfold, focusing on the way that the other man's shadow joined in with the others swirling around him.<br><br>What was perhaps oddest was the way that the other man's shadow stretched grotesquely, fighting to join the roiling shadows around him, finally tearing away from his feet, bouncing back and forth between the other man's heels and the shadows Nix seemed to be gathering.<br><br>"Sorry," Nix mumbled. His voice was raspy, quiet, as though it wasn't used often. His words were audible but not entirely clear. <br><br>"Can't let you take me in." He took a few quick steps, seeming to mold into the shadows around him, only flickers of his pale skin visible. His features were exotic, clearly mixed, his slim fingers flicking within the shadows as though gathering them around him. He began moving towards the door, effectively entirely hidden by his shadows, only occasionally visible.<br><br>He slipped towards the door, getting ready to escape, not realizing that he was leaving his calling card behind. <br><br>When breaking in, he'd dropped a small card. It was a card for take out for the deli across from the warehouse he'd effectively moved into, where he met clients and kept all of his things. Everyone down there was scared of him, not for violence, but because of the small nightmares that seemed to emerge from the warehouse he spent all of his time in. It wouldn't be hard to find him. Just asking around the neighborhood would point Johnathan to where Nix spent almost all of his time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Inked [Sho and Fightingfaithless]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fightingfaithless</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 18:16:25</strong>
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				It wasn’t like he really expected the thief to stay on one place and let Jonathan arrest him…but seriously just once man! “Oh yes of course officer I am such a evil, evil person and you do such a wonderful job protecting our scrawny asses here arrest me you fine law enforcement officer!” He mocked in a high winy voice as he watched the shadow kid, as he so nicely nick named him, move toward the exit. Putting his hands out to mimic some one surrendering. “One of these days damn it…” He muttered before blinking his green eyes down at a little white square on the floor that seemed to stand out from the dark imitating shadows…well should be intimidating the detective was one of those people to lazy for their own good to be scared. <br><br>Flicking the card through his nimble course fingers as he watched the young man go, a small smirk twisted across his handsome face as he leaned against one of the many electronics. “Heh I’ll be seeing you again shadow kid.” He muttered as he twisted the card between to fingers to read it, narrow eyes scanning the address with a air of smugness…he didn’t have to chase down the little shit now at lease and THAT was the best news he had all day. Shoving the small treasure into his pocket he turned away from the curling and twisting shadows of the freak, waving his hand lazily back at the thief. “Ah well I did all I could do…well willing to do, have fun robbing people blind kid.” He called back as he left Foxtecha, god he need a really long nap and a strong stiff drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Inked [Sho and Fightingfaithless]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 05:27:52</strong>
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				It wasn't hard for him to get out of Foxteca. It was really just a matter of slipping back out the way he had come, avoiding any cameras, and taking his payday back with him. He pawned it off almost immediately - Gotham's resident mind-bender, Spellbinder, wanted to buy it from him. He was more than willing to sell it off for a wad of cash and then head back to the warehouse where he liked to crash.<br><br>He tilted his head back, took in a deep breath, and then entered his warehouse.<br><br>It was dark, and the shadows had literally inched over and covered everything. Every part of the massive space was fluttering in soft greys and saturated blacks, so little light coming in that it was nearly impossible to hear anything. The subway trains rattled below, lending an eerily, rumbling whistle to the entire massive space. <br><br>He relaxed into the shadows.<br><br>Now, Nox was wearing simple, dark jeans, a bit torn up. He had a soft grey sweater on and blended into the monochromatic palette - he didn't seem to need much light to see, but then again, he was almost blind in bright light. A tradeoff that came with his incredible skills. <br><br>He had a bottle of vodka and was getting drunk, alone. He was already tipsy, with cash around him, a clear trace back to what he had stolen, though he was too naive to realize it quite yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Inked [Sho and Fightingfaithless]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fightingfaithless</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 18:45:27</strong>
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				The detective turned the card over through his fingers, gruff face pulled into a deep thoughtful look as he eyed the building slowly. The lit cigarette hanging expertly between his firm frowning lips as approached what look to be a warehouse. He couldn’t help but wonder how a kid that put his address on calling cards alluded the police so easily. His only guess was that they had a bunch of pusses on the force that were all to afraid to approach the inhuman like criminal. <br><br>Huffing at the sheer lack of intelligence and courage of the people he worked with as well as the forces inability to make its employees actually work he finally reached the building after a good walk from his cycle. He knew he should go for stealth with someone that could control things beyond his capabilities but…he was really much to tired at the moment. Besides he had an invite he figured since the card was left so nicely behind for him, so stuffing his hands into his pockets he pretty much just walked in as pretty as you pleased. He found the kid easily, mostly because the place was a large open space…and the youth was surrounded by cash which was slightly hard to miss, he couldn’t quite see the boy yet with all the shadows around which made the young man cautious. <br><br>Even in his tense state he couldn’t stop the flat look that appeared on his handsome face as he came to stand before the kid. “Well…well…well….kid I must say you are making things much to easy on my…first leaving me your address and now surrounded by evidence? If I didn’t know any better I would swear you wanted me to catch you.” His rough voice was almost like a gunshot in the silence of the large place but it didn’t bother him much, he even look as relaxed as could be even if his hand was resting on his gun and his eyes were trying to keep the shadows in site.
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