It's a toy shop that you're in, now. Nothing remarkable about it, save for the utter mess of toys at your feet. Despite the young age of the boy kneeling on the floor, putting something together, the playthings are far from simple. They are action figures and scale models of what would likely be giant robots, if the comparable size to the small vehicles at their feet is any indicator.
The brown-haired boy notices you after a moment and grins wide, blue eyes glimmering with excitement as he pads over. "Hi! Are you here to play, too?" He grabs your hand and plants a red transformable fighter in it. "That's cool, but you have to be the bad guys!" Because the green model he's holding is clearly the hero.
[Scene 2 : Semi-Open]
It's raining. You are standing in a cemetery, surrounded on all sides by trees that try to hide the futuristic cityscape beyond them, and it's raining. It's just your luck, isn't it?
That's fine. You're not alone. There are two men sitting in front of you on the stone steps leading to the only grave marker that bears a unique shape amongst all the other bland monuments to the passing of others. The men are identical, with their shoulder-length brown hair, matching suits and ties... they're even hunched over similarly, both holding a bouquet of white calla lilies -- quite ironic, considering their meaning.
They both look to you with their blue eyes for a moment -- well, with three of them. The man on the left, natural and whole, looks away as if something in the distance caught his attention. The man on the right, thick black fabric stretched over his forehead and the right side of his face, regards you cooly with that single eye of his, before he turns to look back at the gravestone.
It's a Celtic cross atop a large black marble box, and the entire piece is split from top-to-bottom with a jagged crack. On the left side of the marble as you face it reads the name `NEIL DYLANDY`; the right, `LOCKON STRATOS`. There is a large `HERE LIES` with graffiti covering it.
Finally, the man with the eyepatch -- Lockon -- looks over to his other self. "If you want to talk to him, don't bother." He won't answer even if you try.
(ooc: "Death-buddies" only for the second scene. Existing CR who were taken from as close to dead as they could get by with Marina's rules, or who have since learned they were close to death.
ETA: I might only be tagging one scene at a time because, as you can see, the moods are drastically different. ^^; So please don't be upset if you see tags happening in one thread but not yours!
ETA2: As of 5/28, no more new threads please. I feel rather stretched by what I have, and I am going to have enough trouble working with what I have. Thank you for your understanding!)