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    tinted.
    IC • OOC​
    story
    For a world which had eternally been without colour, the concept of anything other than black and white was unknown, myth, fiction, false and considered blasphemy. It was forbidden. It was strange. It was simply blasphemy. Unfortunately, their fear of change eventually became the world's end and now, gradually, the current world is being 'erased' by 'God', page by page. On top of that, no one knows how to fully restore this world and so the current citizens simply sit and continue life as they always have, simply ignoring this slow and unavoidable end. I mean, death is inevitable, right? One should know better than to have a fight with fate. It was destiny and no one bothered to deny it. "Don't mess with God's will." Such as one abridged version of their many laws state. However, in every book, story, world and universe is always one who supports change and there is always one who will overcome laws and jump hoops to start change. This world has not one but many of these people called 'Tint' and as many supporters call them, heroes.

    'Heroes' are children who have witnessed the removal of their page and still stand here today. They have seen friends, family, rivals, enemies, strangers and all who had lived on the same page vanish right before their eyes. Looks of fear, acceptance, sorrow, happiness and regret flashed in front of them only to make something from within click and activate. Almost instantly, these children were granted a single coloured limb. An eye, a tooth, a lock of hair, a nail or maybe even a tongue was coloured and the children are now granted the title of a Tint. Like their name states, they're gifted with the ability to 'tint' the world in their colour, depending on whether it is the correct tint or not, and whatever is tinted is saved from the inevitable. Still, what is lost cannot be remade. That is the price a hero must pay.

    Of course, all heroes need haters. The opposition, who believe that the law should be upheld and followed, are known as 'Clear' or more commonly, the group called 'Cleaner.' Although these people are like any other ordinary person, they have been given permission to kill on sight and are the only people allowed to carry weapons. Now, they have grouped together to remove the Tint and cleanse this world of the blasphemy known as colour. As the current Tint have yet to group up, meet or even know about the existence of the other, they're currently in a huge disadvantage.

    It's Tint and Cleaner in a quite one sided journey to either save this world or simply watch it die.


    so far
    part i - the beginning​
    It has already been five years since the first page was fully erased. This dreadful event was called Erase. Now, people have concluded that at the beginning of every year one page will be erased and the whole thing will work from out to in. This means, Kuro and Shiro are the safest places to be. The cities are now currently overpopulated and extremely crowded. The Tint, or as many other people call them, the survivors have all been put into select centers and are given emotional support. They're also valuable witnesses and test subjects. Some people have started called the survivors Tint and other call them devils. Only very recently have people discovered their ability to tint this black and white world and drama is slowly unfolding. Cleaner has been formed and all the Tint have been cast away into the city to fend for themselves. Their story has begun.


    you
    As per mentioned before, you can only be a Tint or a Clear. However, there are limited positions for Tint as there are limited colours in this world and those currently present. Current available positions:
    • Red Tint Taken by Seven kyuun
    • Green Tint Taken by nidoking76
    • Yellow Tint Taken by Xilfer
    • Blue Tint Taken by tyler1616
    • Purple Tint Taken by Beacon
    Those currently not in story yet:
    • Orange Tint Taken by Yamagi Sosuke Reopened!
    • Pink Tint
    • Silver Tint Taken by Zero Percent
    • Gold Tint
    • Brown Tint Taken by DLMuerte
    • Grey Tint
    • White Tint NPC
    • Black Tint NPC
    As the story progresses, more Tint will be added and there is currently an unlimited number of six spots for Clear available with a maximum of ten altogether. This number does include Clear turn Tint. Unfortunately for Tint, its first come first served. There are no reserves for the Tint. There are now reservations for Tint available. Please keep in mind that the simple concept of colour or Tint is considered blasphemy and you don't have to be supportive of your fate after you've received it. Colour is blasphemy and to most people, including themselves, Tint are law breakers and change bringers. Don't ever forget that.

    If you want to be a Clear who turns into a Tint, please tell me and PM me the details.


    important npcs
    ebony - the black tint​
    Not in story yet.
    Of course, because his Tint is basically unnoticeable, Ebony is a free child who roams among the pages with a cheeky grin. Twin brother of Ivory, Ebony is a mischief maker and is there purely to cause trouble to both sides of the colour game. He's of thirteen years and, like the rest of the NPCs, knows more about Canvas than the rest of this world.
    ivory - the white tint​
    Not in story yet.
    Like her brother, Ivory roams Canvas with Ebony freely and is usually without a care in the world. Ivory, however, is a huge worrywart and is so often pestering her brother about what they're doing. The twins are directly under the artist and are there as mainly informants or hinderers to both sides. Unlike the rest, they do have some unnatural abilities but more about that will be revealed later.
    the artist​
    Event starter only.
    This artist is the girl mentioned in the starter below and is known as 'God' by the citizens of Canvas. Currently oblivious to the events which happen in that world, she's the cause of the Erase and one day for her is a year for Canvas. Still, the girl is 'erasing' Canvas for the sake of nostalgia. Will bringing colour Canvas make her stop?


    rules
    1. All PC rules apply
    2. You aren't allowed to kill characters without the other person's consent. If your character does end up dieing, you either start anew or watch the RP from afar. Of course, if you were a Tint, you cannot have your position returned and that colour will be re-opened.
    3. For Tint, only a small part of your body should be coloured. It should also be easily found so don't place it somewhere people wouldn't dare look.
    4. Battles and the like are permitted. However, keep in mind this RP has been rated T.
    5. Mention the word 'monochrome' somewhere in your SU.
    6. Please come up with completely original characters and keep in mind you're all human. No one has random super natural abilities other than tinting something.
    7. Tinting works via a direct touch and the command 'Tint' from the Tint.
    8. If you have any other questions, feel free to just ask me.


    su
    Name [Full name is preferred]:
    Position [Which Tint or Clear]:
    Age [14-23]:
    Gender:
    Weapon [If Clear]:
    Page from [Will be mentioned below]:
    Distinct Skills [Keep in mind you're human]:
    Faults [Yet again, you're human]:
    Appearance [Images permitted]:     At least a paragraph
    Personality: At least two paragraphs
    History: At least two paragraphs
    Opinion on 'Colour:' At least a paragraph or mentioned in History/Personality
    Extra [Optional]:
    RP Sample: Just a paragraph or so on how this character acts.


    pages
    Pages are otherwise known as the settings events will take place in. The place as a whole is known as Canvas. There were thirteen pages with five currently wiped. This number will rise as plot progresses. All the pages are linked to each other save for Kin, Gin and Chaiiro. The current state of Canvas is below.
    Spoiler:

    kuro​
    The centre of Canvas and where most people either take refuge in or go to find work. It's setting is one of a capital city and has high rise buildings from left to right. It currently has advanced to technology like ours and is always busy with citizens and is where the institute for Tint is located. Everyone will start here or in Shiro whether new, old, Tint or Clear.
    Spoiler:

    shiro​
    The sister city of Kuro. This place is actually a complete replica of Kuro, save for the not-updated technology which means they don't use hand held devices. The only real difference is it's colour scheme and there are more white buildings than black. There is no Survivors Institute and Back Alleys here are the city considers itself clean of impurity. This is home to the CC.
    Spoiler:

    haiiro​
    Not accessible yet.
    Haiiro is a little of Kuro and Shiro combined. It's not as busy as Kuro and has less buildings than the two. Haiiro is the most quiet of the Pages and is mainly the one who has all the information about everything. Those from Aoi often travel to Haiiro to learn more about modern society as well as the history of Canvas. 'The Grey Library' is Haiiro's nickname.
    chaiiro​
    Not accessible yet.
    If it wasn't for Chaiiro, Kin and Gin would definitely be proclaiming war on Kuro and Shiro. It's a very shaky place to be as people fear war almost everyday and you can hear the shouts of Kin echo across the walls which separate the Pages at night. Chaiiro is also the poorest place in Canvas as Kin often raids the places here for more resources that they so often lack. Chaiiro is mainly ignored by the rest of Canvas.
    kin​
    Not accessible yet.
    A capital city of its own, Kin relied on steam for power and now has a setting extremely similar to that of 'Steampunks.' They work separately from Kuro and Shiro and actually despise the center cities. Other than that, Kin relies on wood and coal and prefer not to use any type of electricity. This Page is currently on very bad terms with Kuro.
    gin​
    Not accessible yet.
    Like Shiro, its the sister city of Kin and has basically a replica of the other city. Still, the buildings here are just that tad lighter. Like Kin, Gin doesn't use advanced technology and the people who live here hate the center cities. Unlike Kin, however, Gin has the extra building or two with a few more resources. This Page is currently on bad terms with Shiro.
    pinku​
    Not accessible yet.
    The land of toys. If you like teddy bears and cute clothes, Pinku was the Page for you. Closely linked to Murasaki, Pinku is the cute version of that Page and many of the people who come here and stay are females. So, majority of people here are females and everyone here loves the sweets of Midori. Pinku is also known as the capital of 'kawaii.'
    orenji​
    Not accessible yet.
    Orenji was closely linked to Akai and was famous for its oranges. Similar to Akai, the people here farm but used more recent techniques of Kuro and Shiro by using machinery. Food from Akai went to Orenji and then to Kuro and Shiro. If you wanted something different to eat, you'd choose the food with the Orenji label. They were different to Akai in a good way.
    murasaki​
    Erased. Former home of the Purple Tint.
    Murasaki was fashion central. The people who lived here all became designers, sewers, artists... Fashion! If you didn't fit in here, you moved to Kuro or Shiro however, the Murasaki brand is a famous one in the capitals and people are always willing to pay for their work and designs. Murasaki so often ignored the Pages Kin and Gin.
    aoi​
    Erased. Former home of the Blue Tint.
    This place was known for its education system. All people who came from here were immediately deemed smart and being from Aoi meant you knew it all. Most people went here for their Universities and many families lost their precious children in the Erase. Aoi was greatly linked to Haiiro and when Aoi was erased, Haiiro was rumored to weep the whole week after.
    kiiro​
    Erased. Former home of the Yellow Tint.
    If anyone loved the sun, Kiiro was the place full of pools, beaches and it was guaranteed to never rain here, ever. Most people who live here end up leading happy lives and the 'Joy of Kiiro' was a well known phrase among all the pages. It was the perfect holiday destination for surfers, swimmers and those who just wanted some fun in the sun.
    midori​
    Erased. Former home of the Green Tint.
    Midori was where people invented candy. No, seriously. Midori is the home of sweets and confectionery. Well, was the home of sweets and confectionery. The citizens here took pride in what they did and gladly shipped to other pages.Today, Midori Sweets are super rare and are extremely valuable. People are willing to almost do anything to get their hands on these sweets.
    akai​
    Erased. Former home of the Red Tint.
    This place also was formerly known as the 'country side' and had the least amount, if not any, technology whatsoever. However, this place was where many people got resources, crops and raised cattle. If anyone ever wanted an escape from the city, Akai was the place to be. It was also famous for the apples which so often grew here.



    accepted characters
    tint​
    "A" Kai Carla (Red) - Seven Kyuun
    Charles Ashland (Purple) - Beacon
    Everite Quin Risia (Blue) - tyler1616
    Sandra Shiloh Saint (Green) - nidoking76
    Midas Turner (Yellow) - Xilfer


    clear​
    Sirus "O"ren Aelius - Yamagi Sosuke
    Marius "Trigger" Small - TheGDeer
    Owen Rickus - Zero Percent
    Alex Bruno - OG_Haunter



    post order
    Zero Percent
    OG_Haunter
    TheGDeer
    tyler1616
    nidoking76
    Seven kyuun
    Beacon
    Xilfer​

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    an artist's world
    A girl, no older than twenty one, sat at her desk with a glum expression on her face. In her hands rested a pile of sheets covered in sketches and she was surrounded by paints, pages, photos, books, pencils and, most importantly, colour. To her right was an old sketchbook from when she was eight, a wave of nostalgia crashing down onto her brain. If I recall... This was from I was a dreamer, wasn't it? Gently putting down her sketches, she blew the dust off the crinkled cover, caressed the messy letters which spelt 'Canvas' and, quite carefully, opened it up. Here lay the places a little artist wanted to be. The country, the city, a candy land, a toy land ...so many unique places which came from the mind of a single eight year old girl and all sketched in black and white. Smiling, the artist picked up a pair of scissors, chose her favourite section from the first page, tore it out and began to cut, the figure of a farm girl being formed from the strips of paper.

    Already, it had been five days since the artist had gone through her old artworks. She had seen a farm girl, a lonely girl, another artist, a boy with cards and a game loving boy, all of which, had been characters of her young mind. Gently looking at the cut out figures on a backdrop of black and white, the girl was shocked to see a dot of colour situated on the very last page of her sketchbook. Eh? I don't ever recall my sketches ever being tinted...

    let her know this world isn't just black and white​
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    A CEO's Daily Hell
    Sirius Oren Aelius ~ Shiro
    Sitting amongst a board of other executives, advisers, and branch managers; Sirius held an utterly impassioned and dull expression. He tapped the eraser of his pencil against the diamond carved nameplate on his desk. Was it so hard to believe that not even an hour ago he was enjoying a luxury beach all alone. Now look at him, listening to these people talk about profits and fruitless methods to diminish their losses.

    Hearing the fading of another dronesque business venture, Sirius waved the man to get out than said. "Fired, replace him with a more competent owner." Sirius dropped his pencil then, letting himself lean back in the giant leather chair. One of the guards on the side nodded their head at his response and than briskly escorted the wailing man out.

    "Next," Sirius called, his usual cool dulled with boredom as he waved her up. The confident stride she had when she walked in with was all but shaken. She was basically trembling under his bored and yet still sharp gaze. "Quickly," he growled menacingly, a malicious air sweeping throughout the titanic meeting room.

    He could see the fearful tremble that went down her arms, the iron hesitance that she swallowed, and the sweat that was forming on her forehead. If nothing else, what he had just done would inspire haste and error. Least to say, she stumbled hardily through her entire presentation.

    Sirius stood up from his desk, sticking his hand in his pocket and started walking towards the woman. He would teach her the true fear of working for the Aelius Corporation. Perfection was demanded not asked of. As his loud steps echoed from the marbled floor and onto the immaculate Victorian walls, he could literally see everyone wincing; they were unsure of his movements for sure.

    He stopped in front of the woman, her shivering more than visible now. Eyeing her with a deadly and arctic stare, he gripped her by the collar shirt and tossed her towards the door. "Get out! You incapable piece of crap. What are these numbers, eh? When you get home expect your family moved to the lower district!" He yelled, stepping towards her like a predator and watching her scurry towards the door.

    His hand raked through his hair before he turned towards the still sitting group. "If any of you have numbers like that than save yourself the embarrassment," He let his face fall back in-line, into its apathetic gaze. "And leave. Aelius corp. don't take kindly to those that are failing." With that said he walked back towards his seat and waited to see if anyone else had the confidence to stand up.​
     
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    "A" Kai Carla || Red Tint
    Kuro - Survivors Institute

    Apple of my eye    ​

    Kai silently watched as the people she had been around for five years packed away her non existent belongings into a black violin case. She couldn't remember the last time she actually touched the instrument, it being the first and only thing she requested from the people who worked here. It was also the only thing she actually raised her voice for. Her own violin, clean and varnished, had vanished along with the rest of her belongings during the dreadful Erase. No one seemed to care, however. Kai was just an orphan. A pitiful, little orphan who wanted a violin. She was nothing more and nothing less.

    "... C-could you give me an apple too? In... in case I get hungry?" Kai's face lit up as a reluctant lady threw her an apple, the girl catching it with cupped hands. To her surprise, the fruit wore an 'Orenji' label rather than an 'Akai' one. I guess that's right... it's been five years after all. Softly thanking the lady, Kai soon found herself out the door and into the wide city called Kuro. Sure, she had been here for five years yet, not once during that period was she allowed to go outside or even look outside. Her room was one without windows and her only source of light had been an old light bulb. Of course, her eyes weren't used to the natural light and Kai found herself closing them rather than just shielding them.

    "Hey mother look! A hobo!"

    What? I guess she did look kind of shabby, holding nothing but a violin case and wearing some old clothes from the Institute. To protest, however, the girl opened her mouth, looking at the child who was holding onto his mother's hand, only to see them quickly walking away from her and a vast amount of people giving her odd looks. ... Must be the clothes She thought, quickly ducking her head down and weaving through the crowds, heading towards the place known as the City Center. Little did she know, they were staring at the single red eye she had, something she had rarely thought about and considered a disease.

    Stopping to catch her breath in a narrow alley, Kai stared up at the grey sky and smiled, a very bleak and mournful smile. I'm lost aren't I? Indeed she was. Collapsing under her feet, Kai took out the apple, threw it into the air once, caught it with her left hand, fumbled a bit and quickly bit into it, hoping no one was watching her. For some strange reason, the crisp tart fruit brought tears to her eyes as the face of a once happy family ran through her mind, the child wiping away her tears under the cloudless grey sky.

    I want to go home.
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    Sandra S. Saint
    Part 1
    POISONED APPLE​
    Sandra Shiloh Saint packed her things. It was time for her to leave one of the only homes she had ever had. As she placed a small pack of Midori Sweets in her pack, she thought, I can't believe I have to leave. Oh well. Back to being a street urchin. As she packed some clothes in her bag, she heard The Voice.They want you dead. They want to kill you. That's why they're abandoning you. They want you to die on the streets.
    Sometimes, she didn't know if she believed the nonsense that The Voice was spitting out or not.
    She heard footsteps by the door of her room. She swerved around quickly, but sooner than thought possible, the footsteps were gone. Still cautious, Saint slowly walked to the door in her usual stealthy way. She opened up the door and peaked outside the door. Nobody was there. Making a sigh of relief, Saint closed the door and put the rest of her stuff in, including the boatload of money she had. As she walked out of her room, she saw a lady by a counter with some apples. Saint took a deep breath, and said, "Um, can I have one of those?" The lady looked at her, then smiled. "You know," she said, "You're the second person to ask me that today. The lady tossed her an apple, then walked off.     Don't eat the apple. It's poisoned. The lady's trying to kill you.Saint highly doubted the poisoned apple theory, so while she walked out of the building, she took a bite of the apple.
    DON'T EAT THAT!!
    The sudden shock of hearing The Voice screaming at you would make anyone jump, and apparently choke on any apple you were eating as well. As Saint choked on the apple, she quickly got the force to choke it out. As she pulled the bite of apple out of her mouth, she screamed, "IT'S NOT POISONED YOU MORON! Seriously, if she wanted me dead, don't you think she'd have killed me before now?" She stopped when she noticed that everyone was staring at her. She didn't know what to do other than wait. Soon, everyone just walked away, muttering about schizophrenia. With a sigh, Saint walked down the street into the cruel world she lives in.
     
    Midas
    Survivor's Institute | Kuro

    It was about time. Two years, Midas had been locked up in that sugar-coated insane asylum dubbed the 'Survivor's Institute', and yet he had done nothing wrong. The experience of living in that damned place had seriously hampered his efforts at collecting happiness. Because of this place, he'd wasted two years doing nothing but feeling sorry for himself, trying to get back on his feet but always succumbing to the claustrophobia of his tiny room - no, prison cell. He often wondered how in the world he would get back to his previous state of happiness at this rate.

    However, on this day, he was finally allowed to leave. Finally, he could venture out into the world and continue his search for happiness. With enough effort, he could overcome this new challenge the game had set before him. He should have been overjoyed.

    So why wasn't he?

    As Midas crammed the remaining shirts into the suitcase, all he could think about was how angry he was at the Survivor's Institute. It wasn't like him, but after two years of doing nothing, he did bear feelings of resentment towards the establishment - maybe even a grudge. However, he did what he usually did: put a smile on and try to forget about it. Harboring a grudge against the Survivor's Institute would obviously do nothing to increase his happiness count, so keeping it would only hamper him further.

    Midas grunted as he finally managed to squeeze the overflowing suitcase shut, and tighten the bolts to keep it so. It looked like it would burst at any moment, but it was all they'd given him, so it would have to do.

    Thus, with one hundred dollars in his pocket and a suitcase full of clothes, he began his departure from this place. Walking by the counter, he noticed a lady with some apples. She didn't seem to be doing anything with them, so he figured he'd ask...

    "Yo," he greeted her with a sunny smile and a wave. "Could I have one of those apples of yours? Sorry if it's a bit much to ask..."

    The woman scowled at the request, and handed an apple to Midas. "I'm gonna have to start charging for this," she muttered.

    Midas thanked the lady kindly, before proceeding to walk out of the door. As soon as the sunlight touched his skin, he could feel a larger smile forming, as the feeling of relief enveloped him. Spending two years with little to no sunlight had been torturous for one so used to sunny weather, as one from the page of Kiiro tends to be. The sun's warmth was like a big 'Welcome back' from the world, something which Midas very much appreciated.

    Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

    He stood there for a moment, basking in the light. Sighing heavily to relieve what little stress might have been left, he began walking down the sidewalk, blending in with the crowd. Of course, as expected, he received a few odd glances at first; people had seen him coming out of the Survivor's Institute, after all. But the further along he went, the less attention he got.

    Now, left to his own devices, Midas needed to come up with a plan. The game had brought him back to square one - his current happiness count was only temporary, that he knew. Relief always faded over time. So, he needed a new strategy to once again attain the level of happiness he had in Kiiro. As he walked further, he examined the crowds: most of their expressions appeared rather boring and indifferent as they went about their daily lives. Clearly it wouldn't be a good idea to take an example from them. Instead, Midas figured his best shot was to think back to Kiiro and try to rebuild what he had lost, step by step. He thought back, as far as he could: age 5, kindergarten. He met his first and later best friends, Mike and Trevor. They had been brought together by pure coincidence: all three of them shared the same kind of school bag. They took notice of this and soon began associating.

    In other words, Midas needed to make a friend; someone who had something in common with him. Of course, it would undoubtedly be difficult to make friends with the people of Kuro: not only was he still oblivious to any customs they may have had, but if they ever found out he was a Survivor, and a Tint no less, the friendship would be as good as done. It would be best to spend some time blending in before attempting such a feat.

    That left only one possibility: other Survivors. They shared similar traumatic experiences, and some may even have had a tint like him. That was enough of a common factor for Midas. The only issue was finding them; that would prove challenging.

    And that was just the way Midas Turner liked his games.
     
    Everite Quin Risia​


    It was about midday, but Everite could only tell with the clock. Ever since he got to that place of refuge, he has not seen the sun. It was five years, and they were finally being kicked out. One with a red eye had already left, so Everite had decided to take his leave. He put his toolbelt on, checked for his blue-backed cards, and put on his hat, which covered the blue locke of hair, which couldn't seem to comb down. Once he was prepared, he gathered some crackers and put them in one of the pockets on his toolbelt, and walked out the door, giving a "quarter-hearted" wave, before closing the door behind him.

    The sun burns his eyes when he first walkes out, causing him to step back. He hasn't felt the sun since he was eleven, and it surely did its toll being inside all this time. He looked around to see a lot of people milling about, doing their own thing. Everite sighed and started walking off to find his true meaning in the world.
     
    Sandra S. Saint
    Part 2
    AN UNFORTUNATE MISADVENTURE​
    After a short while of walking away from the Survivors Institute, Saint realized she had no idea where she was going. That's a new feeling. I have no clue where the hell I'm going. Guess I don't even care, to be honest. While stopping to think about this, she noticed that nobody was there. Must have strayed a bit downtown. One would think I would have a better sense of direction. Still, she needed to get out. This was a dangerous place to be for a little girl. Or maybe, she could find a gang of thieves to join. As long as they weren't to bad. Quickly, she heard footsteps from behind her. Crap. She swivelled around to face whomever was there, and suddenly, a thirty year old man reached forward and grabbed her arm. Saint made a yelp of surprise as she stared at the man. He had a determined face, he looked like he was willing to kill her to get what he wanted. He wants to kill you.
    Sadly, The Voice was probably right.
    "Give me your money," the man said. "I need some money. I'm starving. I need some money for food." Sandra was terrified by this, so she made a soft wimper. The man snarled, and pulled her closer. "If you don't give me any money you have, I will kill you to get it." Then, Sandra had an idea. A cruel, hateful idea, but still, an idea. She slowly reached for his pocket, while saying, "I-I don't have a-any."
    "Lies! Don't play games with me!" the man yelled, pulling her closer.
    Pulling her closer was exactly what Saint needed. When he pulled her closer, she was able to reach into his pocket and pull out some money he had. Thank God he didn't notice. She reached the money up and said, "this is all I have."
    A greedy look in his eye, the man threw Saint down and started examining the money. After that, he walked off, mumbling about "that foolish girl."
    Saint pulled herself up, brushing the dust off of her clothes. That was close. At least she was still alive. She felt her face, and realized that it was bruised. Hoping the man would rot in hell, Saint stalked out of the downtown slums. She stopped, realizing where she needed to go. I have to go back. Back to the institute. There might be others there. Others... others like me.
    Others who are Tinted.
    With that decided, Saint walked back to the Survivor's Institute.
     
    Charles Ashland
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    The brick wall was hard against Charles' back as he leaned against the rundown building. He looked up at the sky and sighed before cracking his neck and staring off into nothingness across the way. People of Kuro came and went, paying him no mind in the alley, as if he were simply another beggar on the street. As a matter of fact, he had just become such a thing. Charles was homeless now, a piece of discarded garbage from the so called "survivor's institute".

    He had left early in the day, keeping his head low and taking only the possessions that were on his person. Pants, shirt and of course, his notebook. Picking up the latter, he flipped through its pages before lingering back on the first. It was a picture he drew of his home, the real one. His fingers traced the outlines of the pencil marks, coming to rest just over where his parents were visible in the window. Slamming it shut, he lifted the book high in the air as if to cast it away. Charles froze, however, unable to rid himself of the thing he so loved. His eyes now glared angrily at his right hand, the source of all his problems and hatred. Gloved as it was, he knew what lingered beneath; that festering and repugnant disease that branded him as a freak and made him even more an outcast than he already was.

    Staggering to his feet and lumbering down the alley, he cursed as loud and profusely as he could, causing even the most hardened ears to take notice. It was then that he noticed a worn piece of metal propped against the wall, discarded and ignored as he himself had been. Picking it up in his left, he turned it over, feeling the sharpness of it even through his gloved palm, he smiled deviously.

    Running to a nearby dumpster, he searched through the contents for something, anything that could aid him in his new cause. His eyes quickly spied a rotten and discarded apple core, laying in a pool of garbage water. Not even caring where it had been, he thought he had found the solution to all his problems.

    Sticking the core in his mouth, he bit down on it as hard as he could and leveled the jagged piece of metal against his right wrist. There was only one way to move on from being the freak he thought himself to be and that was to remove the offending appendage. His eyes watered as he began to count down in his head, his mind trying to reconcile with the idea that he was indeed right handed and could no longer do much of anything afterwards.

    5…4…3…2… Charles spat out the apple core and threw the hunk of metal clanging across the way, disappointed in himself that he couldn't bring himself to even fix his own issue. Slumping against the dumpster, he found himself tearing up, missing home more than ever.

    "Why me?" He whimpered, his voice coming in labored breaths. "Why me?"​
     
    "A" Kai Carla || Red Tint || Kuro - Back Alleys

    Blood is black​
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    Kai heard the clang of metal against the concrete and immediately wiped the rest of her tears away. Someone else is here. The thought of being attacked brought the girl to her feet. She had heard rumors, even all the way in Akai, that bad people often walked about in the alleys of Kuro -- it was something the grand Shiro didn't have. Shaking, she gently picked up the case, the grey violin shuffling inside, and walked towards the source. Of course, the first thing the girl saw was the blood, it's creepy form all over the piece of metal and on the ground. The sight was enough to make the farmer's daughter sick and Kai would of run away then and there if she didn't see Akai labels which were basically spilling from the dumpster nearby. Don't people ever empty their bins properly? How old is this stuff?? It was true, all the garbage of all the pages usually ended up in the Back Alleys of Kuro, it being the last place trash would go.

    At the center of it all, was him. A boy sobbing much like she was just moments earlier and from his wrist was the black blood, staining his attire. At first, she wanted to join him. Just sit there and sob about her past and wait for the fate which came from her diseased eye. Yet, she thought she could understand him and so, Kai walked over to him, looked down on him with those once confident eyes of hers and said, "Stop it. You'll make me cry again."

    Surely she had more to say to the boy she had never met before and was bleeding from his wrist. Lost for words, she saw the apple core just a foot away and took out her own apple, a single bite in it's grey skin. "Still hungry? I bit it already but... you can have it." If only Kai could smile. However, the girl's eyes weren't full of confidence like she had hoped but instead wore the same expression as the boy sitting by the dumpster -- the look of trash. Taking her place beside him and gently placing the violin case by her side, Kai looked up at the sky felt her eyes water once more, the red in her eyes seemed to light up under the sun's rays. All she felt now was the stinging eyes which were struggling to adjust to the sudden light and the cold clammy ground beneath her.

    "I want to die too."
    ​
     
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    Sirius Oren Aelius ~ Shiro
    He walked out of the shimmering white skyscraper that was Aelius.corp and into the immaculate carriage outside, gray horses neighing and pounding the ground with their hooves as they waited. Three guards bowed to him before he stepped inside, all of them chanting. "Good morning, young master."

    He didn't respond as usual, it had all become rather tedious and boring. Running Aelius.corp, trying to uphold some petty pride; honestly he was above it all. Regardless of what anyone else thought. He could see everything, practically omnipotent with his eyesight. He crossed his leg over the other before feeling the trot of the horses carrying him off towards the Cleaner building.

    The ride there had been quiet, devoid of sound as he liked, and yet full of solitude. All it did was remind him of the lonely days he spent by himself, the holidays that passed by with just him and his servants. No parents, siblings...no family.

    "Young master, we're here." said one of the guards that waited outside the Cleaners building for him. Sirius turned his sharp eyes onto the guard before stepping out, his hand dutifully filing into his pocket. "Whatever, they better have a good reason for asking for me in the middle of a meeting. If they don't, I'll wreck their corporation without mercy." He threatened to no one in particular.

    Walking inside, all eyes rested on him. From the eyes of the young ladies to the envious glares of the youngsters. He could say that it all had become numbing to him. As was usual the girls followed behind, screams and squeals of unbelief following him up to the fifteenth floor; it amazed him that he met them, all covered with a slight gleam from track up the stairs, when he stepped out of the elevator.

    A sharp air diced up their excitement as his eyes widened with malice. "I'm going to tell you like I've told the others," He uttered, his head tilting to left as his eyes staid narrow. "You're all grotesque little animals, pigs of the most detestable kind. Do you really think you could snag me? not even my dogs would lick you."

    While the silence of dismay weighed heavy on their sensitive hearts, Sirius, without hesitance, walked straight into the office. He stopped at the monochrome desk, the useless shade of gray that covered a plump secretary. "Why was I called here? and it better be good."

    She looked up at him, her wide black eyes crinkling as she smiled. "The tints have finally been released," She mused, pulling out a sheet of paper with a young girl on it. "She's the first that they've spotted and she'll be the first to be taken out. Would you like to do it?"

    Sirius eye'd the paper before twirling it around so that it faced him. The girl wasn't all that special looking, gray bangs had covered one of her eyes but besides that she looked average. He let out a soft chuckle. "You want me, the head of Aelius.corp to kill a girl? What kind of idiot do you take me for? How do you know she's even a tint?" He asked, sliding the paper back to her.

    "That's classified sweetheart. These orders don't come without confirmation sweets. Believe me, that girl is a tint," She assured him, her eyes lingering on his face. "Will you hunt her?"​
     
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    A Brothers Advice​
    Kuro Back Alleys
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    "Oi bro I'm here." Trigger said as he entered a building with an sign on it reading Another Guy's Music Shop. The building he entered was filled with numerous instruments, dusty recording equipment, and one of Triggers favorite things in the world, vinyl. After setting a few of apples he borrowed from some woman on the street he walked over and started flipping through one of the shelves filled with the old records. After finding one that looked playable he set it up on one of the three record players the store owned. Grabbing two apples, he hopped behind the counter and headed to the employee only area. "Guy you awake." he asked to the man obviously asleep across from him. Taking a bite out of one of the apples he said to himself "Guess not." After taking a seat in one of the near by chairs, he looked at the man fast asleep across from him.

    At a glance Guy looked just like Trigger, same build, same face, even the same stubble. Though they looked similar, Guy was three years older. Personality wise they were also similar, with the only real difference being Guy owned a business.

    Trigger leaned back in his seat, taking out a packet of cigarettes at the same time. He reached into his pocket and sighed., "Someone musta yanked my damn lighter." As if finally sensing his brothers presence, Guy stirred. "You know you're not supposed to smoke in here." the elder brother said. "Hello to you to, you got a lighter?" Trigger replied. Guy reached into his pocket and pulling out a lighter, tossed it to his little brother. "You know that s**t kills right?" he said. Now looking at the the bottle of booze next to his older brothers makeshift bed Trigger replied "Yeah, well so does that." "Point taken" Guy paused "So somethin' on your mind er are you just here to chit chat?".

    With a lit cigarette now pressed between his lips Trigger smiled slightly "You catch on fast huh." Almost instantly Guy replied "I'm your older brother, it's my job." Trigger thought for a moment before saying "I'm gonna become a Cleaner." Without even batting an eye Guy questioned "They pay well?" "Dunno." "Do they give you insurance?" "Dunno." "How 'bout a car? "Dunno." Guy quickly sat up "The hell do you know?" Trigger thought for a moment before saying "That if I ever get brought in I get to keep my guns. And it seems like fun." Now laying back down to rest Guy, already half asleep, said "Well knock yourself out kiddo."

    Ignoring the obvious fault in his plan that it would be hard to either find a Tint or become a Cleaner, Trigger walked outside the music store with one thought in his mind. "Time to catch me a Colour."
     
    Charles Ashland
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    Lost in the wallows of his own self-pity, Charles never heard her approach. His eyes so flooded with tears and mind so distant, his vision was blurry and unable to comprehend the sister of fellow suffering. For a moment, the girl only loomed over him. It was at that moment, that he could feel her gaze on him. Charles had to fight the urge to shrink back, to run and not face the eyes that he thought were surely looking upon him with disgust.

    "Stop it. You'll make me cry again," was all she said before pulling out another apple, one already with a small bite in the side of it. He hadn't been hungry when he had that apple core in his mouth, Charles had only been looking for something to bite down on and endure the pain of cutting off his own hand. He didn't think she needed to know that details however and he simply waved his left hand in dismissal, turning down the kind offer rather rudely.

    To his surprise, the girl gently descended to his level and took a place beside him, the violin case being a most curious companion to her form. Charles looked straight ahead, almost as if he was struggling to acknowledge her. He still hadn't made eye contact, something he was terrible at in most cases, let alone extreme ones such as the situation they were in. From her perspective, he had just tried to kill himself. It wasn't exactly the most normal of first meetings.

    "I want to die too," he heard her offer. Charles had to further fight the urge to add to his tears. The words sounded so sad and he only then realized the same feeling that he felt within his heart. Maybe cutting off the hand wasn't enough? What if death was the answer, the answer to the final problem?

    "Y-you, don't want t-to die," he stammered, his nerves getting the best of him as he struggled to speak with her. "You're not a freak, like me." Charles sighed and slumped his shoulders further, as if he were trying to will his body to bury itself in the ground. His arms wrapped themselves around his sketchbook, holding the cherished item close to his chest. He had to be extra careful not to let the black blood stain its pages.

    Charles' hand was now in excruciating pain, the little cut radiated heat like a flame. The right glove that he used to hide his 'deformity' was quickly becoming soaked by the vile substance, pooling within it. Placing the book on the ground, but still within arms reach, he leaned over, trying ever so carefully to peel off the glove without her noticing the 'disease'.

    Soaked as the glove was, it was harder than usual to get if off his hand. He visibly struggled and finally succeeded, giving the hand much needed air and room to breath. Even under the oozing black, his eyes were able to see the resplendent purple hue beneath. There was no use hiding it from her, he reasoned, she was sure to see it by proximity.

    "T-this is why I want to die," he whispered, holding up his hand for her to see. All the cards were on the table now, nothing left but for her to scream and call him a freak. Maybe she would run and call someone to finally put him out of his misery once and for all.​
     
    Midas & Saint
    Kuro

    Midas needed to be perceptive now. From what he knew, other survivors would be easy to spot because of their notable behavioral differences from the people of Kuro. At least, that's what he thought. But the more he looked around, the more he began to get discouraged. Everyone was so... normal. The air was very tense, putting him slightly on edge. Sighing, he sat down on a bench and just examined the crowds further.

    That was when something finally caught his eye. A girl, most likely around his height, had a rather strange air about her. She stood out among the crowd, mainly because of her fidgety demeanor, and most notably the large bruise on her face. It was a far-fetch'd assumption that she was like him, though she was heading in the direction he had come from: the Survivor's Institute. It was all he had to go on; who else was there? Putting on his best smile, he heaved himself up from the bench and began walking towards the girl. Naturally, she would likely be wary at first, but he hoped that showing her his tint might help start up a friendship of some sort.

    Midas tapped the girl's shoulder lightly. "Yo. Um... sorry to ask this out of the blue and all, but would you happen to be from the Survivor's Institute?"

    Saint walked down the street, still uncertain about whether or not she was safe. her fear wasn't helped by the fact that a young boy walked over and tapped her shoulder. She jumped at this, and looked to see a man asking, "Yo. Um, sorry to ask this out of the blue and all, but would you happen to be from the Survivor's Institute?"
    Saint did know how to respond to this, but finally she said, "y-yes, I guess. Does it matter?"
    Don't say that, The voice said. He will use that info to murder you.

    From what Midas could tell, the girl seemed somewhat shy. That might make things more difficult, he thought. All the more challenge for him, though.

    Midas sighed in relief. "Ah, thank god. I felt so weird being surrounded by all these people, y'know?" He gestured to the people around them, who had once again begun with their odd glances.

    "I'm sure you can relate, right? Actually, I'm from the Survivor's Institute too. Just got out." He smiled once more and held his hand for a handshake. "I'm Midas. Midas Turner, from Kiiro. What's your name?"

    What? This is just awkward. Regardless of confusion, Saint reached out her hand and shook Midas's. "Um, hello then Midas, my name's Sandra. Sandra Shiloh Saint, if you want my full name. I'd prefer to be called Saint though." After a short pause, Saint said, "Wait, you're from the Survivor's Institute?"

    Good: progress. He'd gotten a name, and she seemed to at least have some motivation to continue the conversation. It seemed lady luck was on his side today.

    Midas gave a firm nod in response to the question. "Yeah. I wouldn't really call it an institute, though. More like a prison," he said with a scoff. "But I noticed you were headin' in the direction of the Institute. You going back there or something?" he asked with genuine curiosity. It was only an assumption, but he couldn't imagine why a survivor would want to go back to that place.

    You're saying to much. Stop talking while you can! Saint simply ignored the voice, though she was trying to be weary. She didn't know anyone else from the Institute, but from what he said about it, he didn't seem to like it very much. Saint didn't understand that, maybe she liked it better because she preferred it to life on the streets.
    As an urchin.
    Saint suddenly realized she was staring at him a bit to long. With a forced smile, she said, "More like someone. How about you?"

    "Me?" Midas quipped. He scratched the back of his head nonchalantly, unsure of what to say. "Really, I have no clue. Haha, I just got out so I'm just... drifting, I guess."

    The smile on Saint's face seemed somewhat fake at first glance. He had to make a better move now, or he'd lose this one.

    "Hey, you know, if you want I can come with. I mean... I'm not really doing much, and from what I've heard these streets can be pretty dangerous," Midas suggested. He glanced briefly at the bruise on her face. He had the feeling she knew this already. "Safety in numbers, right? Maybe we can find some others from the institute as well."

    Saint wondered what to do here. She could follow him, and help him find other Survivors, or she could go out on her own.
    And never find any other survivors.
    Saint took a deep breath and said, "Ya, safety in numbers. Ya. What the hell. I'll follow you."
    Saint wasn't feeling so good, however. She had a large pain in her arm where that man grabbed her earlier. She was also kinda hungry. Mumbling about "that stupid jerk", Saint pulled her apple from her pocket. She never did eat it; having your paranoia telling you is normally very off-putting. The apple is poisoned you know. Don't eat it. It will kill you. Apparently, Saint thought, the apple is inedible. Indeed, the apple was very badly bruised. Saint gritted her teeth and threw the apple at the ground. Goddammit. That... that just sucks. Finally, Saint said, "so where do you want to go?"

    That was a good question. Midas thought about it for a moment: where would they have the highest chance of finding more survivors? The most obvious answer was the Survivor's Institute, but he really didn't want to go back there. Considering none of them were native to Kuro, it was likely that most of them might would have gotten lost while wandering about. However, since only a few hours had passed since the release of the survivors from the institute, some of them might still be nearby. Unfortunately, neither Midas nor Saint were native to Kuro either, so he had no idea where to start looking.

    "Hmm... I dunno," he admitted. "I guess we should just wander around. Getting familiar with this place might help out later on too. The others couldn't have gotten far; we'll find them eventually."

    Midas examined Saint again. Now that he'd gotten a closer look, she didn't seem to be in good shape, which made him a little concerned. It was her appearance after all, not his, that was drawing eyes towards the two; hardly something they needed right now.

    "Maybe we should worry about ourselves first. You don't look so good," he remarked. He noticed the apple she'd tossed aside; it looked like his, only bruised and presently inedible. Realizing he hadn't even bothered to bite into his own, he decided to offer it up.

    "If you're hungry, I got this apple from the institute. Not much, I know, but yeah."

    Saint was confused. Why was he offering her his apple? Wasn't he hungry himself? Or maybe he was hungry, but he was trying to make a good impression? Saint had no clue why he would be willing to give her his food. Oh well. Might as well say yes. Saint said, "thank you. I am pretty hungry, so ya." No sooner than she said this, however, The Voice said, "He's trying to kill you. The apple will be poisoned. Don't eat it." Saint ignored The Voice. Since when was it right anyway?
    Actually, as Saint thought about it, The Voice had actually been right a surprising amount of times.
    When Saint was attacked by that man in the ally, The Voice did say that he was willing to kill her. And there was that other time when she saw someone, The Voice said he was following her. And sure enough he was, and he tried to kill her as well. Would it be to far fetched to assume that Midas wanted her dead, and was just trying to lure her out of a crowd?
    "You know what?," Saint said in a paranoid tone, "I think I'll pass on that apple."
     
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    "A" Kai Carla || Red Tint || Kuro - Back Alleys

    Purple & Red​
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    "You're not a freak, like me." When Kai heard these words, she turned to face the boy, having been lost in her own thoughts whilst staring at the sky. She watched, in pure breathlessness, as he unwrapped his palm to reveal something Kai had never seen before. Completely ignoring the pain his face wore, Kai's mouth dropped open as her eyes landed upon it.

    Kai had never thought about the possibility. Her grip on the violin case loosened at about the same time the boy had let go of his own item. It almost made her smile, knowing the fact that she wasn't the only one who bore that one special item, though hers was just a replacement. Yet, in the moments that followed after, Kai felt her sanity disappear for a moment or so. The sight of a little colour had brought her to a short standstill.

    "T-this is why I want to die." His voice was barely audible. Still, Kai looked up at his palm as though it was God. He's like me. He's like me. He's like me. He's like me! The thought repeated itself over and over before the girl jumped and shouted, "You're like me!" She grabbed the hand, like she was insane, and examined it. Her rough grasp on his injured hand certainly would of hurt yet, she continued.

    It was... different. The hue on the boy's hand wasn't like her eye but, it was still there. Is this boy... diseased too? She couldn't explain it but, the minute her eyes fell onto his open palm, Kai knew he was like her. The thought of someone ever being like her had never crossed her mind even once. She was alone in this world with a single replacement and now, she was alone no more.

    "He likes me!" Her words got muddled and Kai finally snapped to her senses. Quickly letting go of his bloody palm, she wiped the blood onto her skirt and apologized, immediately opening her violin case. "I'm so sorry! Did it hurt?" She pulled out a long white cloth and quickly began to apply pressure to his hand, trying to stop the bleeding. First Aid had been something minor she took up as injuries were frequent back home. Home huh... Kai wiped away her tears and continued looking at the boy, face to face.

    "You're not alone." She looked into his eyes, her own red eye glinting under the sun and empathy written all over her face.
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    Prepare Kuro, Aelius' Heir Is Coming
    Sirius Oren Aelius ~ Shiro
    Sirius let a sharp breath out of his nose before grabbing the papers in his hand. He wasn't wrong in thinking that this was beneath him. In fact, he felt like it was so far below him that he should send a guard. But, overall, this was business venture. To show their loyalty to the Cleaners, to acquire their profits and loyalty; he would slay this girl. He turned from the secretary and started back towards the elevator, his cool steps clacking on the floor.

    "Wise choice sweetheart. Happy hunting Cleaner." The secretary went back to work at her white desk. The tapping of her fingers on the computer echoed with a odd inflection against the silence on the floor. It was an eerie combination that his steps and her fingers made, and yet, it was an all too perfect omen for the doom heading towards Kuro.

    The clear doors slid shut behind him with a automated sound. Sirius walked through, his eyes shut, but his ears open to the still whimpers of the girls left behind. It was crazy, almost insane that they had decided to stay behind and weep there. Did they not get his last insult? This is why they would never amount to him. They were beautiful on the outside but filled with petty emotions. They were like dirty lions; appealing with their majestic mane but ugly with their grotesque instincts.

    He kept himself impassive as he lowered himself to the first floor of the Cleaners building; tossing the tearful gazes of the girls away from his mind. His lids lifted as the elevator doors spread open, the loud noise of the various cleaners touching him left and right. Their voices were small murmurs but nonetheless was deafening as a congregation. Quickly, he walked through until he was back outside where his carriage was awaiting his arrival.

    "Young master!" Both guards greeted, bowing deeply before rising back up.

    Sirius stuck his hand in his pocket than looked to Shelly, the female guard on the right. "Did you fetch Ireza?"

    "Yes, young master. Your companion rests in the carriage sir," She answered dutifully, her black suit just as crisp as her tone. "Anything else?"

    "We're going to Kuro and we're leaving now. Tell my parents that I'm..."earning my keep"." He rubbed his forehead underneath his bangs, wondering if it was really necessary for him to go personally. Surely he'd be too much for a single girl. With his eyes, he would see right through her, no, better yet, he'd see her soul. He sat inside the carriage, across from the longer-than-normal katana that sat on the cushion...Ireza.

    Folding his legs, he felt the jolt that accompanied the start of the horses. It would be a shame to have to stain Ireza with the black blood of a miscreant. He sighed exhaustively, looking out of the window at the passing scenery of Shiro; awaiting when he'd be in Kuro and he could begin his hunt.​
     
    Getting Started
    Kuro Back Alleys​
    "Man I don't know why people hate this place" Trigger said to himself as he walked the Back Alleys. To him it these streets were home, filled with numerous stores, small restaurants, and strange people. Sure the high crime rate wasn't the best, yeah the poverty was bad. But that didn't matter, in the back alleys you could be whatever the hell you wanted. On a normal day Trigger was a musician, a criminal, an adventurer, a gunslinger, and a lady killed. Today he fancied himself a hero of the streets.

    He didn't care that he wasn't a Cleaner yet, he wasn't even sure if he would ever truly become one. It didn't really matter, he was doing what those in high places weren't willing to do. If the rumors of the Tinted were true, then he was protecting his home. If they weren't, well he was just handing over some poor saps for quick cash. Either way he had more money in his pocket and less dangerous people were running around, whether it be real Cleaners or dangerous Tints.

    Trigger smiled, he had everything planned out. What he would say to a Tint when he found one, how he would get them to the Cleaners, how to join them, and even an escape plan when things went bad. It was going to be great, except for one small problem. He didn't know what a Tint looked like. He knew they had colour, but he didn't know what colour actually was. They would look different, and he would know one when he saw one. But finding them was going to be the hard part. He was going to need some help.

    You could find whatever you want in the Back Alleys, as long as you knew some, or at least knew someone who knew someone. And fortunately Trigger did know people, lots of people, some of them insane, most of them criminals, all of the were dangerous. Probably better not to go to them just yet.Trigger took out a cigarette and sighed, this might be harder than he thought
     
    Charles Ashland
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    Life is almost everything, expect predictable. When Charles had shown the young woman his hand, he expected screaming and disgust; but those things didn't happen, not in the least. As the pain radiated from his hand like a conflagration, she froze and he waited for the worst. In an instant, however, the girl jumped and shouted with an almost triumphant tone that he was like her.

    Charles had no idea what to make of the babbling she was currently spouting, but he found himself quickly yanked to his own feet as she roughly grabbed his hand and began to exam it. She was like a girl possessed, scrutinizing the mere form and hue of it. Charles bit his lip in agony and loosed a string of mild profanities after that failed to suffice.

    There was little time to think for the young man, as this bizarre girl seemed to bounce about and open her violin case in a split second. From within, she retrieved what appeared to be some cloth or bandage and began to stop the bleeding on his wrist. With the pressure, the pain subsided a bit and he let her tend to the wound in silence. He only stared at the hand, hating what it was and represented, his isolation.

    "You're not alone," he heard her say, his eyes lifting themselves to meet hers under their own will. Her words had been so concise, innocent and powerful, Charles couldn't help but look at her as she spoke them. He still had no idea what she meant, until that very moment.

    It was his turn to be in shock, his own mouth dropping in a reciprocal manner. His mind ran like a jackrabbit, unable to apply the brakes of the mental gear-works. Who was this girl? She was so similar, yet so different. Charles had hated his disfigurement for as long as he had it and now he found someone else who not only knew, but understood.

    "This is impossible," he whispered, his good hand shooting up towards her most unusually hued eye. It was as if his mind lost track of his own bashfulness, replacing it with unbound curiosity and intrigue. His fingers gently traced the outline of her brow and he brought his face within inches of hers to better get a look.

    Charles felt as if he wanted to cry all over again, but he stopped himself just short. Instead, he fell back to the ground, his body convulsing in laughter.

    "I-I'm not alone!" He shouted, his voice breathy and strained from the abdominal workout of his riotous chuckles. Charles continued that way for sometime, fully understanding the state the girl had been in just moments earlier. Wiping away the now tears of joy, he looked up from the ground at her and just sort of smiled. His emotions were finally coming under control and his mind remembered how terrible he was at conversation.

    "C-charles," he stammered, obviously offering his name whilst pointing at himself. "Y-you don't have to tell me your name. Just tell me that you're real…"​
     
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    "A" Kai Carla || Red Tint || Kuro - Back Alleys​


    Purple & Red II​
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    If Kai never knew what the phrase mixed emotions meant, she did now. At first, the girl had become the definition of mental. Her smile had reached a peculiar level and her excitement seemed to overcome her sanity. That was the first time Kai had ever called herself insane. Next, she had, for the first time in five years, remembered what it was like to truly be the same as someone else and not just different. Her confident eyes had returned and she was even bandaging up someone else. The simple feat had brought water to her strange eyes. Now, indeed now, she was watching the boy, of who she had only seconds ago was trying to feed, laugh.

    "This is impossible." Was what he had uttered just seconds before and Kai, being Kai, had already thrown at him a bunch gibberish disguised as logic and theories quite mentally and through a stare which seemed to whisper, 'But it isn't.' The girl felt her breathing stop as a sharp feeling of cold ice could be felt upon her brow and Kai immediately knew he was beginning to believe and hear the words she had shouted through her stare. For that single moment, Kai felt time stop as someone wasn't just looking at the eye full of disgust but rather awe for the disease which lay in her iris.

    She was prepared to ask a question right after he finished. Are you diseased too? Where are you from? Do I know you from somewhere? A past life perhaps? Are you... an alien? But her words only got weirder and weirder and Kai began to rake her brain for ideas. Better ones. Despite this, before the girl could even utter a word, she found that they were no longer face to face and the boy had suddenly appeared back onto the floor. He was in a laughing fit.

    What's so funny? That was her initial thought, left unspoken. Though as time passed, she felt her own smile return. It wasn't the mournful one from minutes before, a fake one from the institute or even her usual smile that she wore around her family. No, it was a smile of relief. Still, it quickly turned into a face of confusion as she began to wonder if the boy was laughing at her or some unheard joke that had passed through his ear. She tilted her head like she so often did when confused and, quite simply, took a step back as the next words left his mouth.

    "I-I'm not alone!" That sounded like a proclamation of war to Kai and maybe even a prayer to God, the words ringing loud in clear throughout her head. "We're not alone!" She had corrected him, unsure of whether he had heard her, glancing at him with a smile she thought would never return. It was a single feeling of joy for Kai. One she had not imagined she would ever feel again after that dreadful and dastardly awful Erase. Surely, that feeling was not for herself at this current time. It was shared between the both of them. Kai was certain of it.

    "C-charles." The word dragged Kai back to the reality which was monochrome and the girl turned to face the boy. Charles? Is that the name? She assumed so. It'd be rude if Kai forgot it later after all and the girl made several mental notes not to forget the name. "Y-you don't have to give me your name. Just tell me you're real..."

    "Real?" She grabbed his left hand on instinct and pinched it, nodding as though she was proving a point. "Answer that yourself." Kai turned to pick up her violin case, afraid to show him the fact that she was ecstatic beyond words and hiding her grin with a lighter smile. "I'm Kai from Akai but, for someone like you, feel free to call me A-chan." She held out her free hand, making sure it was the left one and waited for him to respond. "It's nice to meet you, Charles."
    ​
     
    Sandra S. Saint
    Part 3
    A BRIEF CONVERSATION ABOUT PARANOIA​
    Saint stood leaning against one of the walls of the Survivor's Institute, still uncertain of where to go next. Where should we go now? Midas doesn't seem to know where to go yet either. I guess I could just go back to the downtown area. Maybe a Tint would go there? Or maybe a back alley? No, I don't want to risk my life in another cursed allyway.
    Good idea Sandra. Don't go somewhere where someone is waiting to kill you.
    Not everyone wants to kill me Voice.
    You so sure about that?
    Yes I am. Most of the people here don't even know me.
    Except Midas.
    Why would Midas want to kill me?
    Counter question: Why wouldn't Midas want to kill you?
    Can't argue with that logic.
    Look, if you were hiding in a big city, where would you go?
    How should I know?
    I was talking to myself Voice. Maybe the alleyways?
    Yeah, definitely the alleyways.
    Where Midas can more easily kill you.
    Look, I don't trust him that much either currently. But I don't think he's trying to kill me.
    Why wouldn't he?
    Cause he just met me recently.
    What if he is a bounty hunter?
    Who would want me dead this quickly?
    Someone who hates Tints.
    That put it into new light. What if someone thought Tints were evil, and hired Midas to kill Saint? That... that would be bad. Saint decided that the only way to find out if he wanted Saint dead for this reason was to find out if he was Tinted as well. "Hey Midas," Saint began, "are you normal?"
     
    Midas
    Kuro

    Midas took the last bite into the apple, finishing it off. He stared at the apple core for a minute, before glancing briefly at his newfound acquaintance, Saint. He had to wonder why she had accepted his offer, only to decline it shortly afterwards. It wasn't that he minded much; the apple's succulent taste only did more to increase his own happiness count. But the quick change of mind did seem rather suspicious...

    Midas was pulled away from his thoughts by Saint's voice. "Hey Midas, are you normal?" she asked, unsurprisingly. It wasn't hard to guess where she was coming from. He'd planned on asking her the question himself, but had been waiting for the right moment. It appeared she'd saved him the trouble.

    Midas grinned as he threw the apple core aside. "Depends on how you define normal," he began, in his roundabout way. "If you define normal like I do, then sure, I'm normal enough. But if you define normal as monochrome like most people do, then I can't say I fit into that category. Not anymore, anyhow."

    It was a gamble. If he had somehow misinterpreted the question, and she was in fact just as monochrome as everyone else, chances were she would run away. But if he was right, this would likely serve to strengthen chances of a potential friendship. It was a risk, but sometimes risks needed to be taken to win the game.

    With a more serious tone, he looked Saint right in the eyes and said, "So, what's your color?"
     
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