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"The imagination is the spur of delights... all depends upon it, it is the mainspring of everything; now, is it not by means of the imagination one knows joy? Is it not of the imagination that the sharpest pleasures arise?" "Let's make a Deal, shall we?" ++++++ Private RP/18+ ++++++ It was a dingy City in which the small establishment appeared. Magic went through great lengths to merge the building against another, as if it had always belonged where it now stood- connected somehow. And how was it that a building could suddenly appear and not make a starling scene in the community? Easy. It revealed itself to whom it Desired. Those it did not would not see it all. It was a perfect cloak, and a baffling one at that. The sun had just sunk beneath the horizon; the lasting dull colors dappling against the dark as if battling for it's last bit of Glory. A softly-lit neon sign slowly appeared above the entrance, flickering; the words it displayed were oddly blurred from far away. One would have to come closer ... closer still to read what it truly announced. Who would be the first customer? What would the sign read when revealing itself to the Patron. Would they be lulled to climb the steps and enter?

_______________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________________________ Name: Aden Serino Nickname: Rin or Rino Sex: Male Position: Uke Race: Caucasian [Human] Years: 27 Height: 5'10'' Weight: 161 lbs Eyes: Light blue Hair: Amber/short and wavy __________________________________________________________________ Biography: Aden was raised in an Religious orphanage. Being adopted at the age of 15, he joined his first legal family. Due to a tragic accident at 17, both parents he'd learned to love were taken from him. Frightened and heart broken he packed what he could carry and ran away just before the funeral; not wanting to be placed in another home. From then on the streets were his new home. Having little world experience, he soon found that the world was full of Sin. His faith would be tested and broken repeatedly in order to survive. After years of subjection to the maddening Realm of hungry Men and Women, he returned to the Church in hope of redemption from the Hell he'd been through. -Random information- A place to escape... was there any Faith left in his heart? Would the filth ever wash away? Did he truly wish for forgiveness? Hypocrisy. Regret. Pain. Self hatred. Shame. Nightmares. So many emotions to carry- like a heavy plank of wood across ones back. Status: TAKEN ------> The Sinner in the Saint

[ Status - Private RP- 18+] +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Mend My Heart ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Snow battered the windshield of the old jeep as it barreled along the long road that would lead him home. The wipers cadence thumped softly with the song that poured out softly from the radio. Winter had come quick this year; and he could only be grateful for the schools now releasing the kids back to their families for the holidays. As a Teacher he enjoyed the children and their ever changing faces- but as a singular person he also enjoyed the time for himself -without the constant chaos. A time for solitude and relaxation. That above all else could be the best gift received for the season. Silverton was a moderately large town, but growing steadily thanks to a few new attractions. A large shopping center and world market could be reason for the ever growing increase in new residents. A promised movie theater all the hype in the next years plans and budget. He'd had a few new faces in his class this year, and was happy to see his home town offer shelter to newcomers. When he was growing up the place had been extremely low-populated, so everyone knew each others names and their business. If you were a stranger, well, people knew it. Not so much now. Eren lived a ways out, where the houses were scattered and the farmlands were rich. His family home had once been a farm for wheat, but now due to a change in residency and the times, he'd laid the tractor to rest and let the land flourish back to a natural woodsy habitat. More like overgrown weeds and the start of tree's, but hell it took years for things like to progress. And he was not one for yard work. That's what paying the professionals were for. Even on his budget he could afford to be lazy if it pleased him to do so. With a squeal of brakes he skid to a stop at the circular drive that brought him right up to the main doors of his home. As much as he'd like to park the jeep in the garage, it was a separate building out back- and again he could afford to be lazy. Or rather, had learned to be lazy. With a clunk the door opened and snow rushed in to greet him, swirling around his face as a leather-bound hand grabbed the obsidian cane from the drivers seat. Sliding one leg out, then the other, he sunk the cane into the gravel and eased his way out of the car. Taking a moment to get his bearings, he grabbed his briefcase next and shut the vehicle door; slowly trudging to the steps leaving both footprints and small dots next to them. Carefully thunking up the steps with help from the porch railing, he reached the door; juggling a few things in order to remove his keys and slide the gold one home. With a click it opened and soon he found himself inside, the excited bark of a chocolate lab echoing down the hall. His girl had obviously been napping with her Master gone. Smiling he waited as she galloped towards him, tail batting the air ridiculously fast. He was ready for a hot bath and a warm fire complimented by supper; but first a greeting to his pride and joy.