Hello, Chaos ~ Open

[Jean Shadowport]

--i can't handle this
---come and take me away

“Thief! Thief! Get him!” the policeman screamed, his voice loud as he ran in his self-important bubble of “righteousness”. He ran out of the shop, pulled his hat closer around his head to protect himself from the slight rain and looked around, his beady eyes searching desperately for his prey.

The thief slipped into the crowd, his eyes darting around as he made sure that his plight went unnoticed. He vanished in the mass of bodies, his nondescript clothes giving him immediate camouflage and, he seemed to assume, safe passage. But he only went a few steps before he fell forward. His arms opened up, his bag went flying and his spoils spilled out into the streets: food, a few books (even though he probably couldn’t read) and a whole lot of money were scattered out. The result was immediate. The rest of the crowd surged on the boy’s position, everyone eagerly grabbing at the money, trampling him in their haste and their greed. The policeman rushed at the scene, shouting for order, but all he did was make them more frenzied, more eager to get their prize before he snatched it from their fingers.

It was utter chaos, all because one boy tripped on his own bootlace.

"Hello, silly humans..." Jean chuckled from the top of the building. He swung his legs in a carefree manner, reaching up to pull his hood further down. He watched the chaos from his safe vantage point on the roof, resting his chin on his hand. It was so amusing to watch those humans scurrying around like cockroaches in the presence of those little pieces of paper and metal. No demon would ever put such high demand on such a worthless item. But it seemed that the greed of humans was so great that they were willing to place value in the simplest of items…trees, paper, food, even each other! It was an ingenious game.

“Hello, bored…” The young demon sighed. The chaos was starting to die down and he found the thief again, injured but still limping away with at least half of his original haul tucked away and safe. The drama of the show was now over.

He laid back so that his legs hung over the side of the building and stared up at the cold sky. His breath floated in thick clouds above his face, obscuring his view of the world. He sighed again and decided to just wait…he usually didn’t have to wait very long before this world gave him something entertaining to do.

---i cannot find
--a way to describe it

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"take me away" avril lavigne | lyrics

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[Sir Ragnarok Leonhart]

He couldn't be bothered to step in to stop the thief. Sure, he had seen the thief run out of the shop, but he felt way too lazy to go and catch him -- even though it was his, erm, job. Well, no, not exactly, but working in the military as a Major, and being a knight of Queen Victoria, certainly meant you had to do your part in the law and catch criminals, blah blah blah...

It just got a bit boring after a while.

Grey eyes watched the thief trip up, sending food, books and money about the area. The Major was probably the only one who didn't pounce on the notes and the coins, excluding the police officer. He had no interest in it, he was too bored to even try to find a way to entertain himself. He wanted it to come to him. Money didn't mean much to him, anyway. He got what he needed to get by in life, with quite a bit spare -- from his life in the military, as a mercenary and a Queen's knight -- which he was now currently using to bribe scallywags and undesireables into giving him intel which would, hopefully, lead him to his younger brother.

Ragnarok's eyes narrowed a little as he looked at the sky, feeling light rain hit his pale face. Why was he even out? It was probably just the thought that something would happen today, he would meet someone interesting, but alas, nothing had happened. Yet. There was still a chance something would happen today.

The crowd disappeared into the distance, until the long-haired redhead was one of the few left in this street. He ignored the few odd glances he knew he was getting from the hurrying people, having grown used to it. It was not usual that you would see someone with bold red hair in London, and long hair, too, on a man. Men often tended to have short hair, or at the very least, tied back. Ragnarok's hair though, hung loose on his shoulders and down his back.

As his eyes scanned the sky, his eyes noticed a bump on one of the buildings. He raised a thin eyebrow, and saw the form of legs hanging over the side of the roof. Someone up on the roof? That was not a usual thing.

And he wasn't your usual knight, having committed six of the Seven Deadly Sins. Ragnarok, though an avid lover of the supernatural creatures he knew haunted Earth, knew not that some demons loved the taste of souls heavily tainted with sin.

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[Jean Shadowport]

--maybe i'm a dreamer
--maybe i'm crazy

"Bored...so....freaking...bored"

Jean just stared at the sky, trying to make a list of all the ways he was bored. That really didn't work as well as he thought it would, because you can really only be bored one way, and that's to just be bored. The noise was dying down, so he supposed that all the humans were becoming just as bored as he was with their little game of keep-away. He sighed deeply, reaching up to adjust his hood over his eyes; it was starting to scratch.

He wrinkled his nose....he smelled something. He sat up, blinking and looking around. No one was on the roof....he was all alone. Well, there was that little kitty over there in the corner, but it didn't smell like that. Kitties didn't smell that nice. He leaned back lazily, still looking around, now expanding his search to include the others roofs surrounding him. There was the occasional boring cleaning boy or girl, but no one who was smelling as nicely. He sighed deeply, pouting. Where is that coming from?

It took Jean a second to finally come to a conclusion. "Oh, of course!!" he exclaimed, tapping himself on the forehead with the butt of his hand and sitting up all the way. He sat up so quickly that his hood came off, but he was so excited that he didn't even notice. He leaned over so that he could see into the streets below, swinging his legs again excitedly. He looked around eagerly, looking for the source. He grinned when he saw something bright; a boy with red hair. I like the color red, he remembered fondly and decided that, even if this person was not in fact the source of the amazing smell (though he was sure he was), Jean was going to make friends with him and play games with him.

"Hi! Hi!" he called out, reaching out one arm and waving it enthusiastically. It was only a two-and-a-half story building he was sitting on, so he was sure the boy would hear him. "Hi, hi, you! Sinner!" Jean figured that, at the least, that would get his attention, assuming a weird boy calling at you from the roof didn't. He was pretty certain this was the source of the great smell, the smell of sinners.

"Hi!" he called one more time. He grinned at the boy, waving with one hand. "I'm bored!"

---maybe i'm the only one
--maybe i'm misunderstood

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[Sir Ragnarok Leonhart]

"Hi! Hi! Hi, hi, you! Sinner!"

... Sinner? Who would call someone 'Sinner'? Ragnarok's eyes flickered open more to cast his dull gaze about the street, curious to see who would be called a sinner. However, no one was in the street, and it was just him -- and the boy calling out on the roof. So... were the greetings and 'insult' of a sort directed at him? Curious. He did not understand why he would be called a sinner, much less, how someone else would know he had committed six of the seven sins.

"Hi! I'm bored!"

Ragnarok sighed softly, glancing up slowly to the boy on the roof, who was now sat up and waving at him, and grinning. The knight tensed his body slightly, now not as relaxed as before. He was never really social, and was awkward in all sorts of social situations -- like get togethers or parties. Business situations he was fine in -- he was serious, and a business-like demeanor was needed for those scenes. He probably got that from his father, a Norwegian businessman.

Ragnarok almost had the rather rude urge to just walk away, but he couldn't do that. Instead he decided to say something that may or may not come across as irritated.

"If you wish to talk to me, perhaps it would be better to come down from that roof you are on currently, and stand on the same ground as I," his voice was raised so the other could hear him, but it was still as soft as it was normally, "Otherwise, hello..."

Now the knight was starting to feel awkward.

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[Jean Shadowport]

won't take off,
my rose-colored glass,

Jean crossed his fingers behind his back, hoping desperately that the redhead would turn in his direction and respond. If his little greeting hadn't gotten his attention, he didn't know what would! In panic, he tried to come up with a back-up plan, but his mind came up blank, as the measures he had taken were somewhat extreme already, weren't they? It would take soooo long for him to find someone else to play with, so he really hoped that the sinner would talk to him for a little while. The thrill of the thief’s adventure had already worn off, and Jean was getting excited at the prospect of a new “friend” (never mind that most of Jean’s “friends” were people he forced into his presence and overwhelmed with his playful personality).

Just moments later, his great mental strain proved to be in vain as the boy turned to look at him, looking less than comfortable with the whole situation. But Jean didn't really care if he made the other person uncomfortable, so long as he got a decent conversation (or game) out of the whole thing. He clapped his hands eagerly and waved at the young man again. He almost said "Hi" again, but he figured if he said that anymore time, the redhead would probably get annoyed and walk off and he didn't want that. He settled for keeping quiet and listening to the other boy talk.

He sighed deeply and dramatically (and hopefully loud enough to be heard). "I suppose you may be right, sinner-boy..." He got to his feet, gauging the distance from here to the ground. He leapt down easily, stumbling slightly to the side as his foot landed on one of the bills that the thief had dropped earlier. "Ick!" he exclaimed, reaching down to pull the now slightly damp piece of paper off of his foot.

He held up the little bill in disgust, trying unsuccessfully to shake it from his hand. "Ew." he announced. "Why do you hu--people put such high value in little pieces of paper!" He caught himself at the last moment, not really sure how the boy would respond to the idea of being in the presence of a demon. Some people were very bothered by it. Some people weren't. So, until Jean knew for sure that his source of entertainment wouldn't abandon him, he was going to keep quiet. After successfully removing the "valuable" money from his hand, he rearranged his hood so that his face was still mostly hidden.

Finally, he responded to the last part of the boy's response. "Hello!" he grinned. Ahh, the word "hello". He was well-known for it. He used it so much that oftentimes people just called him that. "My name's Jean! What's your name?" Even when he knew it, though, Jean would probably still call him "sinner-boy". Because unless his name was really awesome, the nickname ranked higher in Jean's juvenile-for-the-moment mind.



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