(Safe Travels, my dork! >3)

"The Kuchisake-Onna is of Japanese Mythology, and tells the story of a woman in Japan back in year 251.  Her beauty surp*censored*ed any other.  She was the most beautiful woman in the land.  Her husband was a skilled and handsome swordsmen that was unfortunatly jealous of the maiden.  One day he as sumed her of sleeping with someone else, where he then took a pair of scisors and performed a Glawgow smile...Or, as you'd probably be mroe farmiliar with, he cut her mouth from ear to ear into a smile, yelling 'WHO WILL THINK YOUR PRETTY NOW?!"

Now, she supposedly roams the streets of Japan as a ghost with unsurpas sing beauty, and asks her victoms: "Dp you think I'm pretty?"  If they answer yes, she will remove the mask, and repeat the question.  If you say no, or run screaming, she will kill you with the same [air of rusty, bloody scisors that killed her.  If she asks 'Am I Pretty?"  And you still say yes, even after the mask is removed, you will just proling your demise.  She kills you at the threshold of your house.  And if you say no even before she removed the mask she will still kill you with the scisors. (In some versions on the legend, she kills you with a syth...Then again, in some versions of the legend, she's a fashioneesta that had surgery goen horribly wrong, but I know it's a lie...) There are many versions of it, but almost no ways to escape, with the eception of very few.  When she asks you...Tell her, she's so-so, and it confuses her.  Or ask her 'Do you think I'm pretty?"  Or just ask if it's simply rhetoricle. Giving you tiem to run while she's distracted.  Or give her something beautiful, like a piece of candy.   Then run when she's lookign at it like "WTH? O_o" 

Anyway,  the very same day I was born, a real story happened in Japan, and strangely enough, in the same toen I was born in, not to farr from the hospital I was born in, and around the same tiem I was born.  A buatiful woman was chasing some children with a pair of scisors (Unknown reason) and she was hit with a trust, splitting her face.  Scary, no?  That and, it's wierd it happeend

Mmm. That's pretty interesting. And there's a bit of irony there, too. Ha.

Maverik tilted his head slightly, regarding the tale quietly. It was rather interesting to him, to say the least. "Those JApanese sure know how to scare people, don't they?" he murmured as a grin crept across his face.

"Irony?  Well, I wouldn't know 'bout that,"  He typed.

"Damn.  Nuthin'  Adam, quickly, think of something!"  Alexis grumbled.

"Uh, what kidn of car does he drive?"

"Uh...Okay.

"What kind of car do you drive...."

"Now, ask him if he's got condoms, and if the backseat accomadates!"  Alexis quickly deleted the messade before sending and shutting off his phone.

"So, Germany got any good ghost stories?" He asked, looking at his watch.

I drive one of those new Volkswagens. They're so much better than the bugs. Aaannnnddd~ HAve you ever heard of the Krampus?

Maverik moved to start playing some music by a random German band, ending up with Cinema Bizarre. He shrugged ad let the music play through, mouthing the words with Strify.

((Yup. Still obsessed with 'em. XDD)) 

"No, but I like Kinish's...." He replied laughignb a bit when he sent.

"So, have you had any other girlfriends, or boyfriends prior?" "Now's the part when it get's personal...Let';s hope it works..."

Well, the Krampus is a horned monster that is said to accompany Saint Nicholas. It's a seasonal thing. He warns children who misbehave and he scares them with bells and rusty chains every December 5th night. He's a scary thing that looks like he's straight out of a horror film. Good thing I was a good kid, huh?

Maverik paused in his typing, fidgeting in his seat before typing a response to the question.

Well....not really... I've had a couple crushes, but was too chicken to ask them out. Back in highschool. Haven't really met anyone since then that I really liked. 

"I was considered the 'trickster' and I could get out of anything I was put in. I don't find that legend scary..."

He tilted hsi head.

"Talking to you is fun. I've never dated before either.  I had a crush on a guy at my school that turned out to have satrangled his sister....Uh, anyway, do you knwo where Cimson is?  It's a small town, but everyoen knows everyone," "Screw it, I don't like waiting.  I think I'm going to skip fourplay..."

(Any luck on your bike? :( )

((Nope. D:))

Oh? You must really enjoy talking to me to want to meet me so badly~

I hope you don't mind a German accent, though. Lived in Germany with my mom most of my life. Spent a couple years with my dad before he died of some kind of cancer two years ago. I forget which one.

And I have a GPS,so I should be able to find you that way.

Maverik shrugged. What harm could paying this one a visit do? 

"Sorry about your father....

I don't mind.  I love German and Russian accents.  Also, my house is at the end of town.  The one with the black shed next to it...My house is sort of secluded.  You'll deffinatly know it when you see it," He wrote, not sure if his own house was the best place to tell the guy.

Eh. Only knew him for a couple of years. My mom's still back home in Germany, though. And I guess I'll see you whenever I get there. P:

Maverik stood up and grabbed a small bag, grinning as he took off his glas-ses and folded them up, placing them in the pocket on his shirt as he began gathering things he figured he'd need at some point. He paused to put in his lighter blue contacts, blinking a couple times before grinning and padding back over to his computer.

Leaving now~ I'll see you soon~

With that, he shut his computer down and cut off his little lamp, grabbing his CDs and heading out to his car with a wide, slightly creepy smile. "Heh...at least you left me your car, Dad," he murmured, glancing upwards before climbing inside and starting it up, sliding in a CD. Soon, his car was filled with the sound of Cinema Bizarre's Lovesongs. Ah, good times with that one.

Alexis sighed, shuttign off his computer and walking into the bathroom, examinign himself in the morror, then took otu his phone.

"Adam, you there?  Adam..?  It's sayign you picked up....Whatever, no tiem for games!  The guys comming over, I'll call you to tell you how it went.  Bye,"  He said hanging up.

As he drove, Maverik sang along with the songs in German, while the singers were singing in English. HE knew the songs well enough to have mentally translated the songs so he could sing them in his original language, grinning.

Upon entering the city, he slowed down, scanning each house until he found just the right one. Once he found it, he parked in front of it and climbed out, blowing his black hair out of his contact-covered blue eyes and brushing off his faded bluejeans. He tugged his black T-shirt down and pulled his bag out of the car, stuffing his multitude of CDs into it before trudging up tot he door to knock on it, staring at his pale hand in the dark.

"Ugh.....I look like a ghost..." he muttered disdainfully, grimacing. 

Alexis was always very pale, even lookign sick.  But he was just that pale naturally, which made his short black hair kind of odd, and the fact he was wearign black jeans and a black tee shirt even stranger.  He had enough tiem to grab his black leather jacket with his police gun and a self defence knife in it before the door rang.

"Maybe I should have brought Adam along..."

He ran to the door opening it, and placing a hand on hsi hip.  He was taller than the other, and much thinner.  Well, he just always looked unnaturally thin.

"Hey, another zombie, you'd fit right in at Crimson!  Coem in,"  He said with a chuckle, stepping otu of the way to let the other in.

Alexis was always very pale, even lookign sick.  But he was just that pale naturally, which made his short black hair kind of odd, and the fact he was wearign black jeans and a black tee shirt even stranger.  He had enough tiem to grab his black leather jacket with his police gun and a self defence knife in it before the door rang.

"Maybe I should have brought Adam along..."

He ran to the door opening it, and placing a hand on hsi hip.  He was taller than the other, and much thinner.  Well, he just always looked unnaturally thin.

"Hey, another zombie, you'd fit right in at Crimson!  Come in,"  He said with a chuckle, stepping otu of the way to let the other in.

Maverik grinned as the door swung open, adjusting the bag on his shoulder. "Hah, you'd fit right in back home," he said as he padded inside, slipping his free hand into his pocket as he paused to look around, mentally mapping it out. "Mm, nice place," he commented, looking back at the taller, thinner black-haired male before letting his bag drop to the floor to take out his contacts, frowning. "Forgot the eyedrops," he said, putting his contacts into their little case before slipping his glas-ses back on, blinking his dark blue, almost purple, eyes.

((|D)) 

"I have eyedrops.  Me, wearing regular contacts to see, heh," He walked to the stairs, saying

"The door on the left leads to the living room.  Make yourself comfortable, there's chips, Salsa and sour cream, I'll be back with the eyedrops,"  He said headign up the unusually creaky stairs.

"Oh, I'm fine with my glas-ses. I usually just wear my contacts in public, anyways," Maverik said, watching him climb the stairs before striding into the living room to settle down o the couch after grabbing his bag, moving to dig through it, muring every now and then in unintelligible German.

((Gotta go. D|))