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[crazypapercups]

(He's from Solnechnogorsk, a small town outside of Moscow so it's Russian~)

K-Dee listened very quietly to Matt and Izzy talk. He was following what they were saying, but couldn't think of how to reply immediately. After a pause he mumbled haltingly "You know, I think...Mister Dandy, have point." He looked at Matt "I Never...catch name?" Then he looked at Izzy "You too? You know me, I don't think I remember you?" He leaned sideways against the wall bending one leg, looking over the two so that he may remember them if he ever saw them again.

[Egyptian Myth]

( Wow, specific. :B )

Matt seemed to blink. It couldn't be seen, but it was somehow sensed. ".. Oh my. Wow. I'm sorry." He said sympathetically to Izzy, mildly amazed he had happened to find a friend of the victim. He looked to K-Dee, soft, subtle smile returning. "Matt." He paused, tilting his head slightly again. "Hmm.. What's your first language?" He asked quietly, failing to identify K-Dee's accent but noticing his broken speech.

[crazypapercups]

"My english notciable...bad?" K-dee frowned slightly. "Russia... my motherland, I wish I could go back to there." He sighed and looked off above the heads of the crowds, his english was getting worse as he brought up his past. "I don't like here so much. I want to see father family again, he had to give us to mother and make us move because.." He mumbled the rest and turned his body to face the crowds, not wanting to talk about himself.

[l u c i d `]

Izzy listened to K-dee's story quietly, lounging in the Panda Chair casually as she gazed at the bobbing crowd. Her thin fingers tapped out the beat on her knees, eyes becoming half lidded as she recalled her own past. Her mom was okay, her dad was okay too, but she couldn't deal with their constant bitching. So, she moved into Zach's and they gave a grateful "good riddance!" as she went. And that was that.

[crazypapercups]

K-dee's eyes wandered around the crowds looking for someone in particular. They should've been easy to spot, but the crowd's constant movement was making it difficult. He huffed and looked at Izzy who was lost in thought. He walked to her side and sat on the floor, one leg bent upwards, with his arm resting on it and the other one lying flat. He stared off into the crowd again. Then suddenly spoke "Why you come to raves, huh?" his gaze flicked back to Izzy and he gave a questioning stare as if the question was horribly important.

[l u c i d `]

Izzy looked down at K-dee, lime green and purple eyes searching his face, studying his posture. She shrugged lightly, grinning. It was a simple aswer, honestly, but how could she just explain it all? She came to get away from real life, to be with people who could understand exactly why she dressed the way she did, who admired her style instead of tearing her down. Plus so much more..

"For fun!" she replied brightly, "To get away. To dance. For kandii!" she shook her wrists, which were full of bracelets, at him. "Why do you come to raves?"

[Egyptian Myth]

Matt smiled. "It's not that bad. It's understandable, that's what's important." He followed K-Dee's gaze to the crowd, wondering who he was looking for. He then stood, the movement flowing, slow yet swift, with astounding elegance for such a simplicity. "I have to piss. I'll be right back. Wait here for me.." He paused, smile broadening. ".. Try not to get murdered." He chuckled as he disappeared into the crowd near instantly.
It could be expected he'd be gone for at least ten minutes; getting through the crowds to the bathroom could be hard, and it was a big building. In the meantime Izzy and K-Dee held their conversation.

During that time, to most's horror, another murder occured. This time a boy, fortunately showing for the ladies that this wasn't a patterned killer, as the victim had little in common with the first. He had been killed relatively the same way, obviously by the same person.. thing.. whatever. A few more people were added into the more panicky crowd, others just grew a little more anxious. The body was quickly taken care of before too many more people saw it.

Matt returned shortly after, walk still as calm and indescribably elegant as when he had gone. "Another one." He said, voice quiet and concerned. "I really meant that 'try not to get murdered' thing." He gave a half-smile, this not entirely being the time for a joke like that. "It looks as if there might be more than the first... but I wonder how many...." It seemed more to himself than them. His hidden gaze stared distantly into the crowd, the majority of people being more nervous than still care-free-raving now.

[.Jossachu.]

Name: Michelle Taylor
Nickname/Alias: Millie
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Specific Subculture: Industrial
Appearance: A realtively short girl with dark green and black dreads pulled into equal pigtails on either side of her head. A pair of dark green and purple goggles hung from her neck. Her eyes were decorated with purple eyeshadow and dark black outlining of her eyes making them look sharp. She had dark green contacts and a left eyebrow piercing. A white surgeon's mask with green splatter hid her lips and nose. Her eyes were glazed over and dead with drugs. She wore a plain black shirt with a collar and a cute purple bear over the pocket, a green plaid skirt that was much too short, and purple and black striped leggings with long black leather boots.
Reaction/Opinion: Too messed up to have an opinion.

Millie was stumbling through the crowds, struggling to stay upright and having next to no idea what was going on. The happy was gone, that's all she really noticed. A black messenger bag with a neon green cross hung from her shoulder, and just made her wobble even more. She looked up and saw red. Lots and lots of red, she walked towards it. It was a person being carried off by some...misshapen blobs? Millie blinked, trying to clear her vision. She snorted loudly and started laughing, everyon nearby turned and stared. She recognized the bloody guy, as a jackass, and had to find somebody she knew to tell them that he was dead. She spun around, nearly toppling over and pushed through the crowds looking for a friend...an aquaintance...a...an anybody. She spotted Neon green and blue and ran towards it. "K-DEE KAYDEE!" She huffed and fell to the ground a big shit-eating grin on her face. "...DOUG IS DEAD!" She grabbed K-dee's shoulders and shook him a bit before falling completely over onto the ground laughing. Even after she stopped laughing she laid there glazed eyes staring upside down at the feet of people she didn't know.