Juicey, Polo and their epicsome EVILNESS! >:D

Yeah... As promised, a few pointless words. ^_^

I shall wait to see your character before deciding which of mine to use, then I shall post my sorry excuse of a form.

Laiko is just Laiko. Reasonably tall, generally athletic build, fluffy (IT MUST BE FLUFFY!!! *is obsessed*) blond hair and bright green eyes (They change colour slightly at times) So yes - that is pretty much it. I'll RP the rest out. Oh - and he comes with prop characters: His 2 roommates, Mike and Kevin. Age 17.

Sorry... I read my form again... And let's just say I need a new one, so I just stole a brief description of him from another RP. Hehe! I'll RP it out.

"Mike, I really don't think this is the right way..." Laiko objected uncertainly, glancing around the deserted street. The sun had nearly vanished from the sky now, and a chill had crept into the soft breeze that whispered eerily over the icy tarmac underfoot. Old newspapers, crisp packets, and various other articles of littler rolled along the cracked old street as the breeze tickled them into motion. Laiko suppressed a shudder and rubbed the goosebumps from his arms, taking a few quicker steps to catch up to Mike and his infuriatingly athletic stride. He wasn't entirely sure why, but Laiko had a bad feeling about this street. He was certain that he had been here before, yet he knew for a fact that he could not remember ever having come to such a place... It was confusing, and a little unnerving, but this was not the first time that Deja Vu had struck him, and Laiko was beginning to get used to it now. He was probably just being paranoid... Still - rather safe than sorry. "Mike..." He whispered nervously - not willing to break the thick silence pressing down on him with his words.
"Laiko, for the last time, I know where I'm going!" Mike insisted, cuffing Laiko playfully over the back of the head. Laiko heaved a dramatic sigh at his friend's words, but he felt a smile curving his lips all the same. He shook his head with a soft chuckle, then forsook his worry and jogged a few steps to catch up with Mike again. He had to admit, he was feeling positively exhausted by this point. When he had agreed to go for a run with Mike earlier, he had never guessed that it would be this intense... He simply wasn't fit enough. That aside, he hadn't expected Mike's 'run' to take them so far from the school that they both called home - not to mention leading them to such a dodgy-looking place... Though he wouldn't have minded the the old rickety street - with its layers of filth and the eerie dark alleyways stretching off it - if it wasn't for that awful feeling that he had been here before and that the memory he could no longer grasp was not a pleasant one. His instincts, though confusing, usually seemed to be right - for a reason that, like nearly everything else, he had forgotten.