A walk in the park [O]

[Desmond Prince]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:275px; padding:15px; border-left: 10px solid #000000; vertical-align:top;]On one particular afternoon, a tall and lean man known by some as Desmond, walked through the park in London for no apparent reason. The job he had taken up wasn't near the park nor was his apartment that he rented, so he didn't have a legitimate reason for going. Some would think it was to explore, which it was but not for the reasons any would think. He was scouting potential prey to kill. Anyways Desmond came to a stop in the center of park, the light breeze passing through billowing out his coat. His attention was locked on a woman with a child. Not only was he slightly annoyed that his mindless thinking was interrupted, he was enraged at the sight of a mother figure. Instead of losing his cool, the man sat down on a bench to secretly watch the woman, analyzing his first target. It would have to be swift and precise and above all else, clean of any evidence pointing towards Akuma. Being this close to a headquarters of the Black Order, Desmond was either stupid or had a lot of stones to taunt them. Either or, he had to make sure nothing went wrong. Adjusting his sunglasses, the black-haired gentleman watched in silence.

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[ARALIE RONCAROLO]

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[/style][STYLE=width: 365px; background-color: ffffff;][STYLE=width:355px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; color: 000000; padding: 2px;]"Woah, those are very pretty flowers, miss!" the little boy exclaimed, his brown eyes wide and his winsome mouth open in a mix between a gasp and a smile. He touched the petals of the nearest rose, his touch gentler than that of most children. His eyes held a innocent fascination with the snow white, waxy flowers. Aralie smiled at him indulgently.

"They are, aren't they?" she beamed, pride filling her voice. She could feel the boy's mother's eyes on her, so sighing, she spoke again. "Look, kiddo, I have to get a move on and get to the cemetery before the gatekeeper leaves, so I have to go, okay?" his face fell, but he nodded, still eyeing the bouquet wistfully as he clambered off her lap.

Before he could toddle back to his mother, however, she stopped him, plucking the most radiant flower from the bunch, and with a dramatic flourish and bow, she presented it to him, watching the happiness grow on his face with a smile of her own. The young were always so enthusiastic. He began to run towards his mother, tripping into the woman's arms, and Aralie laughed, a soft, lilting noise.

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[Desmond Prince]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:275px; padding:15px; border-left: 10px solid #000000; vertical-align:top;]Something happened that he didn't expect; another person entered the frame and retrieved the child. So he was led astray, being fooled into believing the younger girl was the child's mother. No, he should of foreseen this, humans were always unpredictable and he should of expected it. Instead, he was left to stare at them, trying to regain his mindless train of thought. Desmond was unsure what he felt now. Sure, there was a mother figure in the frame, one that boiled his blood, sending his emotions on a rampage, emotions he shouldn't be feeling. So now he was left with two choices, follow and analyze the lone female or go after the mother and child. Both had their pros and cons. Following the girl gave him the advantage, a single human that he could easily corner off and kill. Although, he could be spotted, the younger females always had sharper wit than the mothers, in some occasions. However, it was only one meal. The mother and child on the other hand, there were two and that was two meals, which appealed more but if the mother became aware that he was following them, then she would become protective and things would end badly. Decisions, decisions...there are always so many doors to take.... He decided to wait and see which one brought up the easier challenge. Then, it would really be a challenge, just taking candy from a baby. That didn't make much sense to him, leaving him to grimace. Then he became baffled as to why he was showing an expression. He was becoming too human for his own good. Maybe it was time to seek out a Noah to order him to massacre a town or something, just to get the old juices flowing again. He really needed to kill someone, just to feel like an Akuma once more.

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[ARALIE RONCAROLO]

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[/style][STYLE=width: 365px; background-color: ffffff;][STYLE=width:355px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; color: 000000; padding: 2px;]"Thank you," the haggard woman told Aralie, straining to tuck a stray brown lock behind her ear as she hoisted the child on her hip, "I've never seen anything hold Jaime's attention like the flower you gave him," Aralie beamed at her.

"Nothing like flowers, ma'm. Living, breathing things that love you just as well as any pet!" she exclaimed, plucking another rose from the bunch and offering it to her. "A beautiful rose for a beautiful woman," she said, using her best impression of a deep, manly voice. The two woman laughed, and with a short farewell, the woman took off, walking back towards the playground nearby.

She smiled until the woman was out of sight. Sighing, she let her shoulders hunch slightly as she looked absently at the white roses, deep in thought. No matter how cheerful she was, this day always got her down. It was never pleasant going to her little brother's grave, but it was what Tony deserved. She began to turn--

--and spotted a man, who, to anyone else might have seemed a tad suspicious looking, but to Aralie, he seemed a kind man just out to enjoy the exuberance of youthful children. She smiled again, waving genially at him.[/style][/style][STYLE=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9px; text-align:center;]made by exo-kai @ btn.[/style]