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let's all walk together :B [Apr. 17th, 2005|06:26 pm]
Yami no Malik
[mood |moodymoody]
[music |.hack//SIGN - Labyrinth]

Head down. Shoulders hunched. Breathing staggered. Face lit up with a sinister smile. So distinctive, even with his face hidden by his cloak, Yami no Malik was. He was,indeed, a creature of habit ...and of incredibly bad posture.

He had wandered aimlessly walked down the streets of Domino many times in the past few days, feeling restless. Feeling Angry..frustrated...empty.





. . . Not that any of those emotions were news to him, they just happened to be particularly getting on his nerves as of lately. He walked in a trance trough the crowds, watching his feet shuffle ahead of one another as he journeyed to nowhere.
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short fuse,much? [Apr. 16th, 2005|02:02 pm]
Yami no Malik
[mood |bored. . . bored.]

WHERE THE FUCK IS EVERYBODY?
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(no subject) [Jan. 13th, 2005|01:08 am]
Yami no Malik
[mood |apatheticapathetic]
[music |Iced Earth - Slave to Darkness]

Mmmmmm..I'm still bored. I know it's weird, but I made ..this...gelatin stuff.. the other day. I 'unno. It just seemed like a good thing to have. Was okay. But now it's gone. I'm bored again. I wonder how I actually managed to keep myself from dying of boredom all these years. Tsk.

I got a letter from Bakura ..there's supposta be a party. Hn..I'm too good to go to his party. But i'm not above crashing it :D ...but I guess I could try and show up.
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(no subject) [Jan. 3rd, 2005|03:42 pm]
Yami no Malik
[mood |boredbored]
[music |silence]

Hm. Had a birthday, don't feel any older. I'm too busy trying to figure out which teenage crisis to go through first.

It's become oddly ..quiet...here. I don't like it. Half thinking I should just do something terrible to stir up some talk. Heheh.

Whatever. Dammit,you imbeciles, LIVE. I find more company among corpses -_-+
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deep thought. [Dec. 13th, 2004|10:17 pm]
Yami no Malik
[mood |annoyedannoyed]
[music |Katamari Damacy - Lonely Rolling Star]

The idiot I was suppost to deliver these blades to never showed,so I guess they're mine now. Pretty nice,actually. Nn..whatever. I met up with a couple familar faces at the bar...

Grph. I don't even want to think about it, but I can't stop. Damn damn damn damn DAMN. e_e He's such a cocky,arrogant bastard! Where does he get off!? I guess some things never change. Hn..hnhnhn... I guess I shouldn't be angry at him for being mad.. but then I guess I should be,as well. Tsk. I don't care. It doesn't matter.

He thinks I've changed. he thinks I'm a child. HA! I'm no child, I lost any purity I had in my veins the moment I drew the blood of another. Simple,really. He's right,though. I HAVE changed. I'm not the man I used to be, oh no - for now I'm worse.
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Delivery. [Nov. 25th, 2004|12:25 pm]
Yami no Malik
[mood |contentcontent]
[music |Voltaire - When You're Evil]

Seven years.

Seven years darkness. Seven years in the shadows. Seven years locked away within the fragments of memories, tortured to wander down the same dark caverns every day only to never reach the exit and see the light of day.

Seven years unbroken silence, whispering to the shadows and hearing them return the voice.

Seven years can darken a person, but you can't go mucher darker than black.

How he had broken free was not something the tanned youth cared too greatly about. He suspected it must have had something to do with his lighter half. But he didn't care. All he knew was that he was free. Of course, it's not like he hadn't been out and about since that time. He had broken out quite earlier in his confinement, but it was only now he felt the true joy of committing crimes with his own hands.

Yami no Malik was not insane, as he would quite matter of factly tell you if you managed to get a word with him, but he was not, by any means, a sane person. A mercenary, an arms dealer, and a part time thief - not things that categorized sanity, but rather namesaked one who spit in the face of fear. And that, Yami no Malik did with gusto.

As he walked down the streets,covered by a dark jacket, he couldn't help but smile when the papers ran headlines advertising his best work. He was heading to meet someone to deliever a few of his finest blades. A queer location had been chosen, but he didn't bother to protest.
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