Midnight_Dawn

"To where Miss Cutey?" Shiro smiled, "I mean sweetheart." He removed his sippy cup and took several sips from it. He smiled at Essex and tried to give her a wink, but he hasn't quite learned how to be slick about it.

"What?" Shiro said, looking innocent.

"I don't fight girls," Shiro began, before sticking his tongue out at her, "So there."

Under his breath he muttered, "Kissing is better."

"Okay sweetheart," Shiro replied with his boyishly cute smile.

"I'm not wussy," Shiro remarked with a boyishly cute smile, "Ya're wussy, but ya kinda cute too."

Shiro had mostly stayed out of the water fight. He didn't want to get his jacket and clothes all dirty and wet afterall. He and Naga had been watching the whole scene, drinking from his sippy cup. When he heard food, and the mention of a salad he walked up to Essex. He smiled cutely at Essex, "Miss Cutey, can you make that an extra big salad? I only eat veggies."

"Girlie? Are you done drinking from my sippy cup?" Shiro asked with a smile.

Shiro smiled at Archlich, "Thanks." He strolled out towards where the other children were playing. His eyes shimmered as he saw the backyard. His eyes fell on all the girls and he smiled wider. He saw a pair climbing a tree. A pair standing by themselves, one had a backpack. He was just content to watch them all play. He was pounced by a lizard girl from out of nowhere. She was reaching for his sippy cup. He gladly let her have a sip. She seemed to want to try it. "Yo, girlie."

Shiro smirked briefly before the questioning session. He nodded slightly. "I'm 6 and half."

"Um... no."

"Um... also no."

"Nope. I'm just really sharp and lucky."

And so on.

Shiro sat down and took another sip from his sippy cup. The files were loose. Only a few facts were known about Shiro. His name, fingerprints, his blood type and his past two offenses. The grand theft auto charge and a gambling charge. Nothing else was there.

Shiro was lead into the house. He took a sip from his sippy cup again, his smile growing bigger. He looked up at Archlich, "What are ya? Ya kinda look funny. What is this place. It better not be some juvenile detention center. If it is I'll escape. Cause I'm lucky like that."

The officer barked out a laugh, "This young one is a spot of trouble. He recently stole a car for a three day joy ride. To the boy's credit, he did return the car. This was his second major offense, the city believes it would be better for him to be placed here. Instead of out on the streets. His name is Shiro. That's all we've been able to get ou..."

"Shiro the Gambler," the boy replied with a grin.

The officer rolled his eyes, "The infomation we have on him was already sent to you earlier this morning." Shiro grinned and fidgeted with his jacket. He removed a sippy cup from a hiding place in his jacket and took a sip. He smiled even bigger as the officer held out, Shiro's hand towards Archlich. "Have fun and behave yourself."

(( Coming into this a little late. Hope you don't mind ))

A police cruiser pulled up to the Bright Star Children's Home. The gruff police officer stepped out of the car and went around to the back. He opened the door and motioned for the child in the back to exit. The boy shook his head vigorously. The officer pulled the boy's arm a little roughly, which prompted the boy to exit the car.

The boy wore a semi-sullen expression on his face as he was forced to walk beside the officer. The officer looked down at his young charge with a brief smirk, "This is for your own good. That was only your second offense. Before you screw up a third time the city has decided to put you in here."

"But I didn't do anythin'," the young boy said.

"You stole a car," the officer lamented.

"I returned it," the boy replied.

"For the life of me," the officer began, "I still don't know how you managed that feat."

"I got lucky," the boy smiled, beside himself.

The pair arrived at the door. The officer knocked lightly on the door.

Shiro chuckled as he exhaled the smoke directly above him, "Look's like ya have." Shiro looked the girl up and down. He nodded slightly to himself as he took another drag off the cigarette. He fished the flask out of it's hiding place and offered it her. "Any idea where we are?"

Shiro stepped calmly out of the boat and looked around. His hand rubbed the back of his neck, he had been mostly drunk during the trip. His eyes drifted across the proceedings, half-closed and trying to focus. "Where am I now?" he asked no one in particular. "I should really stop getting drunk," he chuckled to himself, "Nah. What fun would that be."

Shiro stumbled warily out into the throng of students. His short brown hair looked mussed up, which mirrored his aqua jacket and matching slacks. His short, lithe form belied his strength. His bare, tattooed chest visible beneath the jacket as he patted himself down. Letting out a victory chuckle, he removed the hidden flask from his pocket and took a big swig.

Shiro grinned big, as he returned the flask to it's hiding spot. Flipping out a cigarette, his focus finally returning and surveyed the surroundings. He nodded in approval as he found something sturdy to lean on.

Midnight Maelstrom, as he liked to be called, stumbled drunkingly out of the Dirty Duck. He was thoroughly sloshed. He kept himself in the bottle of late. Ever since the Outcaste threw him out for being too extreme, he lived in the bottle. Unfortunately for him, he was the living embodiment of a storm, causing his body to burn through the alcohol at an accelerated rate. Sobering him up quickly.

Midnight looked at the bottle of liquor in his hand. He grumbled something incoherently as his fist became encompassed in swirling darkness. The glass shattered with little effort, as he sobered up. "Man I wish Shiro was still around," he sighed, as he watched the shards fall to the ground, "That guy knew how to drink."

Are you sure you want this one?

Yes. He shall make a fine bishop

Huh, Midnight thought, as his vision blurred. He was torn from right outside the Dirty Duck and thrown onto a grassy field. He landed with a loud thud. His opened dark blue school uniform-esque jacket, and matching slacks that were once dirty now clean, blew behind him in the slight breeze.

Midnight Dawn had drew his blades as the fight commenced. His focus was one the Webmaster. The two swords shined brightly even in the wane light of the arena. "A spider believes he can stand before the might of the Morning Sun?" he quipped as he starred over the mask at his opponent. He spun, as began to twirl the swords around him. His wings fluttering in rythm with his motions. After loosing up a little he gestured for the Webmaster to attack him.

(( OOC: Wrong side dude. We are all supposed to be on the same team against whatever Khell decides to throw at us ))

Dawnblade, no his name wasn't Dawnblade anymore. His name was Midnight Dawn now. His wings fluttered behind him, as the katana and wakazashi swung at his side. Why was here again. That's right the swords thought it would be good for him. I cannot believe you talked me into this, he thought.

Spirit of the Shard of Morning Light, " This will be good for you, young one. After all, we have no idea what that no good Moon Dragon has in store for you. "

Spirit of the Moonlight Blade, " Excuse me, Sun Dragon. You where the one who pushed for this. "

Midnight Dawn sighed. Those two were always at each others throats. He looked around the fighting area. His long white hair swayed behind him as he walked. His bare torso, gleamed with inner light. The mask covered the lower portion of his face, as he stared at the many patrons looking on, waiting for the fight to commence. The dark blue starburst pattern on his white pants could be seen clearly, and the starburst tattoo on his chest made it wildly know who he was. He could hear the crowd.

"Wow isn't that Dawnblade?" a voice said.

"No way, Dawnblade never had wings before," another voice answered.

"I heard he went into hiding after some problem with some Circle of Thorns from another plain," a third voice chimed in.

Midnight Dawn took in it all, focusing on everything and nothing. Waiting patiently for the opponents and his teammates arrive.

(( OOC: This is my take on the supposed Avilians. ))

Shiro chuckled at the sight. Some dude with his goons just strolled up like he was big and bad and started posturing. He took another drag from his cigarette and flicked it in the head goons general direction. "Gotta say I agree wit' the Squabblin' Duo, Mac. Ya think ya big and bad, cause ya wit' the Family. Ain't nothin' ta be shoutin' ta the heavens 'bout," he chuckled as he lit up another cigarette. Leaning up against the helicopter, he waited for the hot head to blow.

He was a famous name in Paragon City, most of the low level street gangs knew his name. Or atleast his rep. Shiro "the Gambler" most elusive street punk in all of Paragon. Supposedly spat in Frostfire's eye. Brawled with Grendel. His list of accomplishments was long. Of course tales of how he got busted where just as exaggerated, the truth of it all he was brought in when he tried to save a friend in need. Now he's stepping off a helicopter at a place he never thought he would be. A school.

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Shiro "the Gambler" Shinomori stepped off the helicopter. His aqua colored jacket blowing behind him thanks to the helicopter blades. His Pacific Isles tattooes showing prominentaly on his muscular chest thanks to the blades. He brushed a hand through his greased back brown hair, and sighed. He took a brief look around, noticed a pair of kids shouting at each other, then removed a flask from his jacket and took a pull from it. After returning the flask back to his pocket, he flicked out a cigarette and lit it. Taking a few drags off it as he walked away from Helicopter. Took in the sight of the buildings of this Greywing Academy, cursing his luck. "Why a all places, did the head Spider Dude decide it'd be a good idea ta send me ta this place," he said aloud to noone in particular.

Actually manof, Darkfang the creator of Creepers Inn, has had more on his plate then heading to the forums to appease a few of us. I have actually PMed him about it, he said he had it on his desktop. So we may see it eventually and yes I would like to see it again.

I was Shingetsu, but since that name was taken on live, I will be using a different character for it.

LR: Little bunny foo foo hopping through the forest...

GW: What are you doing?

LR: Nothing... nothing at all

LR: Mako, I am feeling the captain's itch

Mako: I'll get the cream

LR: No, the itch for adventure

Shiro lazily ducked as the axes wizzed passed his head. He yawned mockingly at her. He rose as the valkyrie charged. He side stepped her charge and guided her blade into the wall. The blade imbedded deep. Shiro gracefully spun behind her and as she tried to free her weapon from its new sheathe, he brought his weapon down disarming her.

The manuever kept her arms restrained, as he whispered to her, "Let's not ruin what we have." She struggled against his tight hold trying in vain to free some limb to smack him. He gave her back a smirk and continued, "Let's keep this clean and fair. No weapons, 'kay?" As he finished he dropped the sword and deftly spun her until she faced him. The sudden turn suprised her, but what surprised her even more was when he stole a quick kiss while she was confused.

He hastily disengaged from the kiss and leapt across the bed. " Better watch myself. I my start to enjoy this to much, " he chided himelf as he drew his thumb across the corner of his lip, " Nah, I can never enjoy myself to much. "