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[XxXCanadaxWhoXxX]

(Haha, it's one of my favorites. My teacher tells us that all the time.)
Light nodded at Kazumi. "That's right." He said. He put a finger up to his chin. "I can't control it, but you couldn't be more right."
He told her. He looked over at Erin and nodded a bit. He leaned against the tree again. He had such a hard time staying still it was hardly funny. "Sometimes it can help, but you never really want to know.. When you know the type of person you can make judgements that are proven to be false.. It's sort of like being a mind reader, isn't it... Sometimes you just really don't need to know." He said. A bit of regret was in his smile.  

[the_kill_from_yesterday]

Erin nodded slowly. She was still skeptical about him but not so much anymore.
(block! >.< )  

[Macbett]

Username: iAmeriko
Character Name: Micheal 'Coy' McCoy
Age: 34
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Personality: Coy is normally seen as a sad quiet man. He rarely raises his voice and acts like a true gentleman when it comes to women. He will reply 'Yes ma'am' and call girls 'Miss' even if they are younger than him. He keeps to himself and has strange habits. When his strange habits kick in, he may be merciless and forget his manners. He also has a liking of word play.
Appearance: Coy has dark brown hair that may be mistaken for black in wrong light. His hair is layer and has a wind-tossed look to it. He wears a plain black t-shirt, khaki cargo shorts, and a white lab coat. Don't get him confused with the White Coats from the labs. He carries a knife in his coat pocket for emergencies or for dissections. When he creates a clone after a certain amount of time without a proper sacrifice of a person or thing, his face will start to chip away like paint before falling away completely. He tries to make sure that this never happens by harming the clone or killing something himself.
History: Born as Micheal McCoy to a happy family, he was known and shunned by other kids while growing up. This was because he had the strangest obsession with death. He would always ride his bike past the funeral homes and sometimes even walk in hoping to get a glimpse of the preparation of the dead body for the people to see. His life rarely had anything bad happen during the first fifteen years.
Around the time he was fifteen, he met this girl. She was his ray of hope in his words. They did everything together. It was almost true love if you could call it that. He was prepared to ask her to marry him one day when he learned of her suicide. He didn't believe that she would kill herself and went into a depression. His best friend at the time, and most of his life, let his own girlfriend hang around Coy. It is said that they had two kids together. Coy never knew until his later years of recently.
During his depression, his obsession with death increased even more and the fact that nobody should die came clear to him. He was enlisted as a Necromancer and did studies to bring his lost loved one back. He tried his first test on the body of his loved one after finding out that the return from the dead took many deaths. He became a mass murder that showed everything as suicide like his lover. After collecting massive amounts of murders and killings, he tried his luck in bringing back his loved one. He succeed in only reanimating her body. She has alive but was not a live at the same time, like a vegetable. It was then that he decided to bring her back fully.
Coy filled himself into a lab full of people that did tests. He hid his work far in it and helped in other fields if needed. His dear beloved stayed in the backroom all day watching a static filled television. Slowly he started to gain people over in bringing her back. They worked hard up until they were close to making her whole. It was then that she took a gun and rammed it into her mouth before pulling the trigger in front of him.
After that incident, he was kicked out of the lab and has been traveling around hoping to regain his lover's trust and love and make it real. He still pockets souls but he does it at a slower speed. Once he was attacked and died for a few minutes before coming back to life in a hospital. When that happened, he was never whole again and still suffers relapses for the crimes he caused. That is the reason why his face breaks after reanimating a body as a clone.  

[Macbett]

The bits of insanity that every person held seemed to become more and more abundant the longer he lived. Remembering his younger days, when he was called insane and strange by the kids was nothing today. Every person, mostly the younger generation (The one right after him mind you.), was now boasting the signs of insanity and felt free to do it. It didn't not unnerve the other kids because they saw it as the norm. The other people that saw it as strange were the adults that were unwilling to accept it themselves. Along with insanity came goths, almost every younger person he came across seemed to be Gothic in a way. It was strange because in this generation, goths were different than what he knew. They smiled and gave hugs. Made him want to double over and gag. He could not. Sooner or later, one mistake brought their deaths. He took it as an opportunity to snatch up their life force and hide in from the gates of Heaven and hell. Leave them in Purgatory if you rather say.
Micheal McCoy, or simply Coy, was searching a nearby woods. Murders and suicidal sometimes came here to hide the damage that was dealt. It was the prefect place for him to find something to bring back his precious Lynn back. He crept along deeper and deeper into the forest before hearing the slightest notions of voices. He immediately made his way over to them. A gang maybe that was beating up on a nerd or helpless civilian. He thought of the step he was making towards the break through. Her smile, hair, even her voice were starting to disappear. He would not shed a tear. It was nothing to stand there and cry over someone lost. That did nothing to get them back. Instead he liked to see himself as moving forward.
Coy came across the group of kids, teenagers actually. He noted them all. Their spots and positions. Something about them made him feel uneasy. The two girls that looked similar, sisters maybe, made him feel uneasy the most. There was one boy who was leaning against a tree. The boy boasted a smile with a hint of regret. He walked up from behind the regret smile boy and looked at him quietly for a second. "Don't live your life in regret. Gets you absolutely nowhere, trust me." Coy commented quietly before looking back at the others. He had no clue why he approached the group. He gave them all a tired smile and nod of the head. The kids seemed not to be a part of a gang less attacking and killing someone. He made a slight mistake, but the feeling of talking to someone seemed better to him at the moment. It wasn't like he was the main singer to a certain band with a song about being somebody. Like the song said: "I only wanted to be somebody so bad, I came unglued I only wanted to be somebody so here we are now, face to face and I'm f*cking you". He didn't have the urge to become somebody only to make someone else a somebody.

 

[XxXCanadaxWhoXxX]

Light laughed a bit before the man came up. Such a man looked familiar. Like the type you see at the theater and swear you've seen in at least one place before but sadly they are complete and total strangers who if they hadn't had a resemblence you wouldn't be bothering to associate with the likes of them anyway. He said something under his breath about regret. Was Light regretful? Maybe. He could never tell. Usually his aura helped him mask his true emotions. Purple was dark. Black was calm, whilst orange was fiery. Coy's color? He couldn't tell. Did he feel regret? If his aura wasn't visible to him he'd think so.
"Regret? I have none.." He said quietly. Maybe he didn't know himself. Or maybe Coy was the one who didn't know. But whatever it was, he was indifferent at that moment. He was almost in the flock. Just a matter of planting his roots. Of course when the roots are ingrained the new parasite will rob it's host of nutrients until it eventually crawls away and dies. But the point of it was that by the time he was done, Ms. Erin wouldn't have a flock to lead. She wouldn't have to lead. She wouldn't have to do anything except let her muscles lie still for they could move no longer. A clear shot to the head. It didn't take much to kill a person these days.
It never did. What made him wonder was if they'd struggle. Birds, Wolves, fish, what would they do? A fish flops around until it realizes death was bound to come any day now. Wolves fought to the death because they strove to be free. What did birds do? They did exactly what they were born to do. To be prey; that is why there eyes are so far apart instead of close together like hawks. Born to die. That's what we all are.  

[Cyan Blue Queen]

Hannah was pulled into a weird vision of a lab back at the school and she saw two lab tubes. There seemed to be about 2 year olds in both which looked like little girls and oddly to be twins or clones.  

[the_kill_from_yesterday]

Blake looked at the man with a confused look on his face. Erin narrowed her eyes at the man. "And who might you be?" She asked a bit cold. She hadnt ment to be rude to him it just came out naturally.  

[Macbett]

So the boy believed he had no regret. A smile was tugging at Coy's own lips but he couldn't bring himself to smile. Not now, not here. He seemed like one of the people from back at the lab. When he would pass through to get his sector, he would sometimes see these test tubes. The test tubes that supposedly would hold the future. The future generation of the world. He never believed in it. As his lab partners would say he needed to believe in it more. It was same as breaking the laws of nature and God. But his research pushed him to do the same. It earned him a spot in Hell. Like he cared, he would do anything.
"My boy..." He started off addressing the boy. He was ready to give a slight elaboration but the other girl seemed to cut him off. She was out right rude and tugged at his strings of tolerance. He had a feeling to tell her something. His own words got caught in his throat. No reason for him to say them. "Sorry miss. I am Micheal McCoy. I prefer to be called Coy." He said. He put a hand across his chest and gave them a semi-bow. He was starting to feel a bit tired at dropped to the ground slowly. He made sure to sit on the parts of his coat with the slight dark spots. He wouldn't want to scare the kids away. He looked back at the boy with the regret smile. He didn't say anything but turned back to the rest of the group.

 

[the_kill_from_yesterday]

Erin nodded. "Coy..." She muttered playing around with the word in her head. "What are you doing here? I mean...Shouldn't you be at home with your family or someone? Why be stuck out here in the woods?" She asked a bit more nicely, tilting her head to the side a little bit.  

[Macbett]

Just like the Spaniards. The girl had a complete one-eighty in her personality. He wanted to chuckle but again he had himself. What was he doing here? Well, he was hoping for some blood shed but apparently that was not going to happen. He would have to come up with another reason for being out here. "What are you doing out here?" He replied instead. It was strange for a group of kids to be out in the woods alone. They must've had a reason.
He stood up and strolled over to the girl. He put his hands in the pockets of his coat. He fingered the knife in his pocket subconsciously. The thought of cutting into her flesh ran through his blood chilling him. He looked her deep in the eyes for a moment before turning on the ball of his heel and walked back towards his original spot. He past by the two girls that seemed to be sisters to him. He looked at both of them trying to mask his emotions. He wanted to seem like he didn't care about anything to them. Actually, he didn't care about anything. He lost the will to. But the two girls made him muffle a gasp into his sleeve.
"R-Really, this is not Sarajevo." He said returning next to the regret smile boy. These kids might be to young to remember the horror of the poor city and capital, Sarajevo, had to deal with. But oh was it a wonderful time for him. Every time a sniper picked off a child or adult running across the street he would wonder about the soul that was lost. He had to get a plane ticket to that place. Unfortunately he was not allowed to enter until after the genocide, but the air was still chocked full of the humming souls of the miserable people. If only the world was still like that. But he could not afford tickets to every country that had a genocide, famine or power vacuum. He had to deal with good ole' red white and blue.

 

[Baddicus B itch]

Kazumi looked up at Coy and glared slightly. Something seemed familiar about the man who came up to them. "We could ask you the same thing..." She grumbled. What was it that set her off so much? Tomoyo looked from Kazumi to Coy and felt out of place all of a sudden, like she was in the middle of an invisible cold war. She looked at Aria and shrugged a bit.  

[Cyan Blue Queen]

Hannah saw that a on a screen seeing the mind of one of the girl being implanted into the other girls mind. The girl with the extra mind added had her subject number on the screen, wait...is that us? May nodded and did not make eye contact with her, so she really is trapped in my mind.  

[the_kill_from_yesterday]

When Coy had walked up to her immediately became cold again, glaring at him. "I asked first." She simply said with a tad bit of rudeness in her voice. Blake looped his finger through the back of Erin's pants beltloop. He felt suddenly uneasy with this guy around them. "Sarajevo?" Blake murmered to himself, confused.  

[Macbett]

Feeling hostility from one of the sisters, he was forced to back up a little. Damn, he was stuck in between a rock and a hard place. Better for him to go out with a bang or a fight at least. He wasn't prompted to so he wouldn't. He just stayed in his corner. He felt most at ease by the regret smile boy strangely. "Please ma'am," He started with the girl. There was nothing for him to think of at the moment. Luckily, the girl that acted bipolar was acting strange again. She was glaring at him as if to intimidate him. He grew quiet and passed his eyes around the group. "I am searching for my daughters." He started. It was a plan in the making. "They disappeared. I assume they might've shown up here." He said and added a small sniff to the end. That hopefully might be bought by the kids.
The boy murmered the name of the war torn capital to himself. It sounded like a question to Coy. "Ah yes. Sarajevo, it is a beautiful city indeed." He said. He recalled the beauty of the city mostly because he pocketed so many souls for his lovely there. "Unforunately, a geonicide happened there in the early 90s, have you learned about it?" He asked. The kids might not have. He would elaborate some more. "Serbs invaded a shot down any resident that dared to cross her streets." He said and made the motion of a gun with his hand under his chin. He froze for a split second. That is how Lynn died. The trigger pulled under her chin the first time then in her mouth the second time. He stared blankly for a few moments before sobbering up. "It was a bad time for the people..." He finished. He had cut his explaination far shorter than he wanted. It was to hard for him to bring himself to say anything else.

 

[the_kill_from_yesterday]

"Oh...ook" Blake said nodding. He was glad that the man had cleared it up and explained wat Sarajevo was. Erin continued to glare. She had learned not to trust anybody but herself and the group of people she traveled with..even then be skeptical about them. "Uhhh huuuuh..." She said nodding her head once. "Do you have a picture of your daughters? We may've seen them." She said calling his bluff.