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Lyrics: My outlaw eyes have seen their lies
I choke on all they had to say
When worlds collide what's left inside
I hold on tight and hear you pray
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RYUUNOSUKE MINORU FUJIMOTO

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Jun 14 2014, 12:49 AM
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<p> Everytime Ryuu dropped out of college and came back, he was assigned a new dorm. He always came home to Hymera though. It was where he felt he grew up. There was a chance that he would come home to Hymera for the rest of his life. But that was something to discuss when he wasn't meet new roommates. He laughed a little as he picked up his new keys from the door keeper. It was a new person every time he came home. Perhaps, if he could ever settle down at home, he would take up that job, but that was never going to happen if Ryuu had his way. He smiled at the person and picked up his bag to walk up stairs to Flat Two of Hymera Hall. </p>

<p>Once, he'd been roomed in a room of three girls and two of their boyfriends... He'd ended roomming with the third girl. That was awkward. Another, he was the only angel in a flat of Vampires and Dark Elves. That had been fun, and one of those Vampires were still great friends of his. He was excited to see what would come of this time. As long as it wasn't a repeat of the swingers dorm... Swinger girls, he was down. Swinger boys, not so much. He dropped his bag on the floor for what was coming as he fumbled to get the room key into the lock. With a satisfying click he opened the door and picked up his bag. </p>

<p>The flat was pretty standard, but maybe a few extra feminine touches. Oh please not a flat of girls and gays! He wasn't sure he could stand the extra estrogen. He threw his bag on the couch and looked around. Maybe no gays... There wasn't frills anywhere. "Hello?" he called tentatively. He prayed this turned out better then it was hinting at. </p>
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<p>He wasn't sure why, or really when it started. Probably during his first trip out into the world last year. But once a week the cafeteria served real bacon for breakfast. Like the real stuff, thick cut, smoked, fried baccon! He stopped by every morning to see if that day was the day that week, and today was that day! Glorious, glorious that day! Bacon! </p>

<p>Of coarse the cafeteria was a strange place to be. He looked at the long rows of people eating their breakfast and was amazed at how many people did not have this glorious bacon on their plates. Sure he knew there were a couple shifters who were herbivores, but surely they could live in their human forms if they just tried it! He sighed, such was life lived fettered and chained. He remembered to grab some fruit and a bottle water before paying, though he wouldn't have been the only one walking away with only a plate of bacon, but one of those people was a rather rude werewolf, so what could be said? </p>

<p>Ryuu scanned the room looking for a place to sit and smiled, he loved to see people mingle in the cafeteria in the morning. Even when the dish of the gods wasn't served. He was big on turning species over to different species and growing together for the betterment of all. And as much as he sounded like a post card, it was a utopia he hoped to achieve one day. Perhaps he would build his own utopia with like minded people once he had enough. There were a few around who appreciated him for sending or bringing them here, but that would have to wait until after his breakfast of champions.</p>

<p>A quick glance around the room pointed him to a girl that was sitting a table full of shifters and weres... He knew some of them and walked over to say good morning then plopped himself right infront of her. He had to be radiating happiness and joy and light. God, he'd make himself sick if it wasn't over anything other then bacon day. "Mornin!" he said brightly. "I don't know you yet." He took a bite out of the bacon with some voracity. "I'm Ryuu. And you are?" he asked pointing the piece of sheer happiness at her with an obvious look of bliss on his face. Ah perfection! he thought.</p>
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<p>Ryuu could feel the energy inside through his very soul, and his feet couldn’t sit still. The pounding beat might cause some of the older generation to pause, but he was part of this generation, and it was his scene. He rolled his head and willed the bouncer to let people in faster. He couldn’t stand it, waiting. He always wanted what was right in front of him then. Well not always, he enjoyed watching the way a math problem floated before him always just out of reach until it came together like a fine sauce in his fingers. He also like how logic from one person could be anathema to some one else and how the reconciliation played out between the two. But waiting for a mindless good time? That was beyond him. </p>

<p>Finnally the last girls before him got let in and Ryuu bounced on the balls of his feet. He glared at the bouncer, daring him to say that Ryuu couldn’t be let in. They never did, many of them knew about the “dirty angel” and many of them were willing to let a good guy in. At the very least to give the females a decent guy to flirt with. And Ryuu was okay. The bouncer flashed him an annoying smile… Obviously he was playing hard to get. That was fine, Ryuu was a patient man… Sometimes… Usually… Not tonight, NOW already! At last the bouncer determined that Ryuu was in dress code and let him in. Seriously Ryuu was going to need to harm someone one of these days so they would stop treating him as a push over. No he wasn’t, but he was mad enough to. </p>

<p>Well, he was right up until he was fully in the bar. He’d been right the energy was high and bouncing. He was going to ride this high all night! No classes till late the next day, so he was free to stay up and get as messed up as he wanted! He sailed through the mass of people to an empty seat with an eclectic group. A server appeared at his elbow. He ordered a shot one part Jagger and one part Tequila. Sure it tasted like battery acid, but it was something to go with the dangerous feeling in the air. He turned to a blonde next to him, that Ryuu thought he knew, and motioned to borrow a cig and a light. “Thanks friend!” He shouted over the noise. A quick flare and his shot was there, he downed it quickly and ordered another.</p>

<p>”Any word on how the party’s going so far?” he called out again. If they’re been fights he wasn’t going to get much more then into some trouble, not something he was willing to do tonight. But if there hadn’t then tonight was going to be very fun indeed!</p>
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<b>FULL NAME:</b> Fujimoto Ryuunosuke
<br><b>NICKNAMES:</b> Ryuu
<br><b>AGE:</b> 23
<br><b>GENDER:</b> male
<br><b>SEXUALITY:</b> straight
<br><b>SPECIES:</b> Angel
<br><b>DEGREE/OCCUPATION:</b>Care Health and Society (Sociology) and Physics.
<br><b>YEAR OF STUDY:</b> 4
<br><b>FACE CLAIM:</b> Odagiri Joe
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Ryuu is among the youngest angels. He's youth doesn't hold him back mentally though. He knows he looks ruff for an angel, and he uses that. He prefers trench coats and dusters with loose jeans. His constantly changing hair provides the change in look that sentient beings often require. People who don't know up from down often think he's darker then he appears, probably the son of some Asian Mafia or gang. He likes to use that too. He will often approach a person who's less then good and nurse the good out them little by little. He takes pride in it. He has been known to journey out of town without telling people and coming back with some youth who had been on the wrong track until he found them with their less then savory friends. <p>Ryuu started going as Ryuu after one of his earliest adventures into the real world. It was the only one that he came back empty handed, but no one has ever gotten more out of him about the event then that in that trip he became the dragon. He holds that secret close to the vest. But every time a new female gifted comes to time for the first time he's there to say hello, if he's home.<p> Ryuu plans to leave with his degree and go out to the world. He's not out to change the world's view towards people like him, but to help people out there. He claims the people here don't want his help. Perhaps because he's had more luck changing hearts out in the world then in town, and he always sends them to the haven he grew up in regardless of their reaction to him. Though that doesn't mean he gives up. He's been known to frequent darker hang outs to attempt to bring people to the light and goodness.
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<b>YOUR ALIAS:</b> TeamSwiss
<br><b>TIMEZONE:</b> Central US
<br><b>CONTACT:</b> teamswiss33@yahoo.com
<br><b>GENDER:</b> Female
<br><b>ANYTHING ELSE:</b> I may be a little erratic in response, but be sure that you'll get at least one response a week if nothing else.
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