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Anan: I'm going to be storing my posts to Raun's current roleplay here for safe keeping. :3

He didn't know what it was that got the insane and extremely stupid idea of wandering the Haunted Woods at night into his head. It could've been that fight with his boyfriend (if you could even call the little brat that) he had that afternoon made him slightly more suicidal than he already was. Or maybe it was his fragile sanity finally breaking down like everybody knew it would eventually and he was going crazy.

But after much deliberation and a random visit from the Tooth Faerie (don't ask) he settled on the reason for the action being he was just plain bored.

Content with this conclusion he trekked aimlessly down the worn path before him, which he mused to be just as tangled and twisted as the comically gargantuan trees around it. Finding solace in the faint clicking of his pocket-watch chain on the studs of the many belts that slung criss-crossed over his hips, complemented by the jingling of zippers, earrings, and other various metal-on-metal onomatopoeia All mashing together in some sort of haphazard melody that he kept the beat to with every step in his shockingly rainbow All-Stars, which were a bazaar contrast to the rest of his silver, black, and denim clad body.

Brushing soft charcoal locks out of his face he chanced a glance and the cloud-fringed moon. Its pale light reflected in his bronze eyes, catching the little flecks of gold within them and making them sparkle brilliantly for a moment before he returned his vision to the dismal terrain before him. Brow furrowed in concentration, he picked his way over knobby roots and assorted bits of undergrowth that seemed to make it their point in life to catch at and bruise his ankles in every attempt to make him fall on his face.

This really was a stupid idea.

*****

He froze mid-step at the sound of another voice, wincing as his heart jolted violently in his chest in alarm. He was suddenly very nervous; no one in their right minds would be out here in this god-forsaken forest at this hour!

No one except someone who is just as much of a suicidal lunatic as he was.

That realization made pricks of sweat bead on his forehead.

Holding his breath, he pursed his lips into a tight, thin, line in order to keep himself silent. Ears swiveling around energetically in hopes of finding the voice's location; brow furrowing a bit more as he scanned his surroundings, eyes wheeling to-and-fro at every tiny movement.

THERE!

He just barely heard it; the softest rustle of cloth reverberated clearly in his sensitive ears and he quickly pin-pointed it's location to be to the right and slightly behind him…

His heart almost stopped.

A sharp metallic tang stung alarmingly at his senses, sending an icy chill down his spine. He narrowed his eyes in frustration just as the first drop of sweat rolled slowly down from his temple, over his cheek, and dripped off the underside of his chin.

A gun…

*****

He groaned inwardly as his worst fears were confirmed, this chick really was a loony.

Thinking quickly he decided it would be a bad choice to provoke her at this point, he could feel in her presence that she was determined to think he was somebody he was not. A flicker of doubt, however, tickled slightly at his senses, and he opted to take the sensible route. Which was simply: prove he was not whoever she thought he was by presenting sound evidence to explain that not only was her sanity on a frighteningly questionable level (he was sure by now it was on par with his own), but she was making quite a terrible fool of herself here by accusing him of whatever she was really accusing him of. He wasn't sure.

Relaxing his stance a bit, but not too much, he slowly raised his hands over his head in a surrendering manner,

Jail?" He spat incredulously while craning his head over his shoulder to look, glare, directly at her, his bronze eyes bright with ire,

What ever foul creature conceived THAT notion into your silly little head?"

His face was contorted in a very irritated expression and he tried his best to look believably exasperated about her interrupting his relaxing walk in the woods. Though mentally he was smacking himself upside the head for his choice of words, he had come on way too harsh and it may have made him look even more suspicious. But he had no choice now but to play the ill-tempered attitude lest he blow his cover.

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