A Stroll in the Park (Open)

[THE GINGERBREAD MAN!]

In most movies you see with Hero's and Villians, the Villians are easily distinguishable and end up getting trampled by the good guys. A comon steriotype of good vs. evil. Ginger however is not like any normal Villian wandering the streets, no, he was the type of Villian who is still able to keep a pretty normal life when he isn't fighting the "Good Guys" and/or "Attacking Innocents." Today Ginger had decided to take a nice stroll down the park to get that Ol' Evil blood goin.

Ginger had started a little jog around the playground, every so often taking a break to whip the sweat from his brow and take a sip of his water bottle. Today ginger wore a plain white T-shirt and some white shorts with a blue line oing down them, as well as sport sneaker. Ginger had been jogging for a good while and soon it was time for another break. He sat on the bench and leaned his head back, putting a cloth over his eyes. He could feel the cool metal of the bench on his back, it reminded him of his knife collection before they cleaved into the flesh of someone.

The sun shone brightly down on the playground and Ginger could hear the sound of the children playing. The chains rattling on the swing set, the sound as a little boy went down the slide, and the sound of the little wooden flakes as a group of children were playing tag. Ginger smiled, still keeping the same relaxed pose, his cloth was a little wet from his sweat, but in a way it was refreshing. Ginger wondered what he should do now. He was tired of running around like a scared human about to get cut up by him. He leaned up with the rag still on his face, and it fell in his lap.

Ginger was pretty relaxed spread out on the bench, just a normal guy getting some exercise, only with a totally messed up other personality that forced him to go psycho at night... or if some other mad person was around. Ginger then leaned his head back again and was looking up at the sky, only this time someone was standing right behind him. He tilted his head at the newcomer. "Oh, hello there. Can I help you?"

[TYLER!]

"Wow,what a lovely day!" Tyler stuck her head outside of her window, taking in the picturesque scenery. "I think I'd fancy a stroll in the park." The zealous redhead sprinted through her apartment complex in search of a pair of sandals that matched her white and pink sundress. Frantically, she rummaged through her closet from head to toe. "Hm, perhaps they're buried beneath this mound of shoes...oh!" Her eyes widened once they locked onto a pair of faux leather boots resting against a stack of shoe boxes. Perfect! There was no doubt in her mind that her classic belted boots would contrast well with her pleated sundress. Without a second to spare, she put them on and nodded in acceptance.

The merry redhead leaped through her living room, grabbed her purse, scurried down the stairs, and ambled her way to the park. The clouds dispersed like dynamite in the clear blue sky as patches of sunlight poured through the roof of the trees. The birds whistled in delight, children were basking in the breeze; everything seemed to be in its right place. Tyler skipped through the park admiring the beauty of nature as she passed by. Her honey brown eyes darted from one motion to another. A family of three stood beneath an oak tree, gazing upon the assortment of flowers planted near its roots. A group of children played hopscotch along the nearby pavement. She even perceived a few DWMA students relaxing in an isolated patch of grass sheltered by the shadows of the looming trees.

Tyler grinned in excitement, "I'm glad I decided to go for a walk, everyone seems so happy." Her careless notions led her to a bench beside a tall maple tree. Glancing over to her right, she noticed that the bench was occupied by someone. 'Oh,' She thought. 'I wonder if he's sleeping.' A young man was sprawled out along the bench, resting his head against the back rest. Tyler leaned forward to survey the man. Surely she had never seen him before, but he appeared innocuous. She could tell he'd been jogging (based on his attire) and needed a place to catch his breath. "Oh, hello there. Can I help you?" The little redhead soon realized she was locking eyes with the anonymous man. She bounced backwards on her heels, embarrassed that she had been staring at him from such a close range. "Oh! I'm so sorry, eheheh! I didn't mean to stare. I've just never seen you around before."

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Ginger's face had a questioning look upon it, much like a child who had just been introduced to a stranger. Behind him stood a tiny girl with long red hair, of which he hadn't seen before. Of course he had just actually come to town a few days ago and didn't know anyone in it but Coco who was staying at her house today. And suddenly as Ginger spoke to the young girl she jumped back, possible in surprise? "Oh! I'm so sorry, eheheh! I didn't mean to stare. I've just never seen you around before." Gingers questioning face suddenly turned into a delightful smile.

"Oh don't worry about it. I take starring as a sign of interest." Ginger quickly lifted himself up and then hopped off the bench. He turned around on the other side of the bench so he was facing the girl. As he did he started to stretch his arms over his head, still looking at the girl. "Oh and I guess I should mention I'm new here to the city, I just moved in not too long ago." Ginger finished his stretch and then hurdled over the bench by putting his right hand on the back of he bench and lifting him self over it. He then extended his hand to the girl while his other hand held the back of his head.

"By the way, my name is Ginger, but some of my friends call me Gingy." His returned as he finished his sentence. A smile that would make most people cheery, especially if they didn't know Ginger personally. "What's your name?" He asked in his cheery yet deep voice.

[TYLER!]

Tyler surveyed the young man from head to toe. He was quite attractive but what reeled the little redhead in was his piercing, almond-shaped eyes. With such a dazzling stare, it felt as if he was gazing straight into her soul. "Oh don't worry about it. I take starring as a sign of interest." Tyler immediately blinked back at the young man the moment she heard his baritone voice ring in her ears. There she goes again. She had a habit of spacing out, but not this bad. Tyler's face flushed in embarrassment. The young jogger lifted himself off of the bench, turning to face her properly with a charismatic smile at hand.

"Oh and I guess I should mention I'm new here to the city, I just moved in not too long ago." He announced, stretching and straining his muscles in the process. Tyler observed as he suddenly flung himself over the back of the bench, landing directly in front of the tiny redhead. As he stood to his feet, Tyler's eyes widened in astonishment. Not only was he swift, but he was quite tall. He was literally another head taller than her. "By the way, my name is Ginger, but some of my friends call me Gingy." He extended his hand toward the redheaded girl. "What's your name?" With a shaky hand, Tyler took hold of his and modestly replied, "Oh, uh, my name is Tyler but my friends call me Ty. It's nice to meet you, Ginger."

Ginger flashed her a calming grin the moment she said his name. Tyler batted her lashes in a timid manner. When it came to men, she automatically shut down. However, she was trying to improve herself. "I'm sure you'll like it here," She spun around in a circle, her pleated dress flowing gracefully in synchronized motion. "It's very relaxing and the people here are by far the friendliest I've seen."

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The girl's hand met Ginger's and he gave a light shake, although it was hard to tell because of the girl's shaking. now usually someone shaking around Ginger meant that they were fearing for there lives, but in this case Ginger assumed she was simply nervous, he was a stranger after all. "Oh, uh, my name is Tyler but my friends call me Ty. It's nice to meet you, Ginger."

Upon introducing herself Ginger felt that a smile might reasure her to not be so nervous, although by her timid jesture Ginger thought it might of actually had the opposite effect. He was slightly confused as to why this may be, since Ginger was alone for the greater part of his life the only person he actually was able to just talk to was Coco and although they were seperated Ginger remembered a lot about his sister from childhood, so sometimes there chats got a little boring. "Well Tyler, it's very nice to meet you on this calm sunny day."

Ginger's deep yet passionate voice couldn't get any more calming, and even though Ginger wasn't thinking about it at the time he had actually used his calming voice to lure people to there doom in the past. Luckily that was only at night when his "Kishin Instincts" peaked, but today was so nice and calm that Ginger couldn't help but be kind and cherry, keeping his madness in check. "I'm sure you'll like it here," her graceful spin made Ginger feel like he was watching someone dancing, and although Ginger wasn't a big dancer fan it still made him feel just a bit more pleasant.

"It's very relaxing and the people here are by far the friendliest I've seen." Ginger's smile grew.

"Your very right about that. I hope I get to meet more people like you while I'm staying her." Tyler seemed like a very sweet girl to Ginger, and her timid antics only added to her overall cuteness. Maybe it was this thought that triggered a slight headache which caused Ginger to grab his head for a split second, but he tried to shake it off and soon he felt relatively normal again. He only hopped that it was just from his gymnastics earlier. Today was too good a day to waist.

[TYLER!]

Tyler's smile curved like the blade of a sickle, "Mhm, and you seem like a nice guy, surely you'll make friends in no time." The joyous redhead swung her hips from side to side in a carefree manner. The tension that had built up between her muscles finally died down now that she felt her confidence boost every time Ginger flashed her a soft smile. She couldn't help but beam in excitement. She hadn't had much experience when it came to guys, but Ginger seemed like an exception; she found a place of complacency around him.

The warm, gentle breeze combed through her orange locks, causing them to sway in a hypnotic motion. Tyler grinned in delight as the wind engulfed her, "It's quite a beautiful day today, isn't it?" The redhead spun around to face the young man only to see him cringe in vexation, gripping his head with a tense hand. Did the heat give him a headache? Did he over exert himself when he was jogging? Tyler couldn't help but be perturbed. "Hey," She approached Ginger cautiously, consoling him with a gentle touch of her palm to his shoulder. "Are you okay? Do you have a headache?" She curiously leaned in closer, examining his facial expression. For a brief moment he appeared to be in a plethora of distress, but now he seemed as if he'd been fine seconds ago. No sign of agony, whatsoever. "Ginger?" Tyler cocked her head to the side, curiously concerned for the silver haired man.

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Just when things were going so well something like this happens. Ginger still couldn't be sure what caused that few seconds of pain, but what he was sure of was Tyler had saw it and was now worried. Luckily the pain subsided and Ginger now felt better then ever. In his pain he couldn't make out what Tyler had said earlier, but now wasn't the time to worry about that, he had to reassure Tyler he wasn't about to die or something. She had approached Ginger and cautiously placed her hand on his shoulder. He slowly lowered his hand he was holding his head with and gently placed it on her hand and smiled at her.

"It's nothing serious, I must have moved too fast when I climbed over the bench. At any rate I'm fine now."It was as good an explination as any, after all he had moved pretty quickly in that moment. The feeling of her hand on his shoulder did make him feel better however, and he was glad that whatever had happened he didn't lose control of himself. However Ginger felt he needed to change the subject just in case she wasn't assured by his comment. "Hey, I hear this city has a special academy nearby, are you a student there?" In reality Ginger had learned about the Academy from Coco who was commonly visited by there students looking to take her soul. A rather troublesome thing to have to go through every few days, but at least she was never bored. Ginger then began to wonder if he would be going through the same thing sooner or later, he hoped not.

[TYLER!]

Tyler suddenly felt a pang of relaxation once these words slipped off his tongue, "It's nothing serious, I must have moved too fast when I climbed over the bench. At any rate I'm fine now." She huffed out a solemn sigh, incredibly relieved that it wasn't anything serious. "What a relief. You had me worrying there for a moment." Ginger responded with a corner smile which caused Tyler's cheeks to flush. Not only that, but she could feel the warm, igniting touch of hand against hers.

However, her cheeks averted to their normal skin tone once Ginger changed the subject. "Hey, I hear this city has a special academy nearby, are you a student there?" He inquired. Tyler remembered the first time she ever stepped foot into the academy; it was quite a remarkable moment. She had always dreamed of becoming a compelling yet, vigorous weapon just like her mother. Although, since she's joined the academy, she still proves to be meisterless.

She'd been training there a good fraction of her life and still hasn't managed to find someone compatible with her soul wavelength. Just the very thought of it caused her brow to furrow. "Yes," She began. "It's called the DWMA, short for Death Weapon Meister Academy. I am indeed a student there, but I'm not anything to idolize. I still don't have a partner yet."Just because she hasn't made much progress at the academy doesn't mean she should ruin it's reputation in the eyes of a newcomer. And for some reason, Ginger seemed quite intrigued by it.

[THE GINGERBREAD MAN!]

Ginger suddenly felt relieved, he was glad he could calm her down, although he suspected he might have done a bit more than that when her cheeks became flushed. At any rate she soon snapped out of it when he asked his question. Ginger was starting to suspect this girl had a thing when it came to men, but he decided he would keep suspicions like that in his thoughts for he moment. "It's called the DWMA, short for Death Weapon Meister Academy. I am indeed a student there, but I'm not anything to idolize. I still don't have a partner yet."

In truth the name was all too familiar to Ginger; another gift of information from his sister. In fact everything he knew about the DWMA came from her until today. Ginger decided it would be better to pretend he knew nothing about it except from some "rumors" he heard. "DWMA, it has a sort of ring to it." Ginger chuckled a bit. Well I'm not a resident at the school, but I've heard some people talk about it around the neighborhood." Ginger made a few gestures with his hands while he talked. "I hear some students there are something called Demon Weapons, and I thought I heard the term Meister one time. Are you one of these?" Ginger's deep voice gave a questioning tone as he asked his question.

[TYLER!]

"Well I'm not a resident at the school, but I've heard some people talk about it around the neighborhood." He began, moving his hands in particular gestures as he spoke. "I hear some students there are something called Demon Weapons, and I thought I heard the term Meister one time. Are you one of these?" His questioning tone provoked the young girl to feed him answers. "Yes," She spun around in a complete circle, watching her pleated dress tail behind her motion. "I'm a demon weapon. A demon guitar to be exact. Although, it's difficult to find a meister capable of wielding a guitar, there aren't that many guitar meisters around here unfortunately." A heavy breeze whirled past the two, causing the folds of their clothes and their brightly colored hair to frolic in the wind. The air was warm, much like the expression displayed upon Ginger's face. A pang of delight -- as well as a pang of sorrow stirred within her chest as she basked in his sincere smile. Although she didn't know the exact details (and the fact that she had just met the young man), Tyler could tell Ginger hasn't smiled in days, maybe even centuries ago. It was shallow, and didn't emit the same amount of happiness that dwells in the smiles of those she knew. It seemed empty; it was lacking something in particular, but she hadn't the slightest idea of what that could be. So, she shrugged the thought out of mind. "So, what brings you to Death City, if you don't mind me asking?" She continued to beam like she always has, patiently waiting for his reply.

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"I'm a demon weapon. A demon guitar to be exact. Although, it's difficult to find a meister capable of wielding a guitar, there aren't that many guitar meisters around here unfortunately." Ginger was instantly interested, which you could tell by his expression on his face. While Ginger knew there were various forms of weapons, he hadn't thought of a Guitar as a possible weapon. Although he figured you could bash someone in the head with it well enough that wasn't exactly graceful. Ginger may be a Kishen Egg but he was also known for gracefully attacking victims with multiple bladed weapons. There was even times were he danced and sang while doing it but that isn't really important know is it?

Ginger held up his chin with his right hand as if pondering something. "A Guitar ey? That's a very interesting weapon form, for a very interesting young Demon weapon like yourself." There was a slight hint of flattery in those words he spoke, whether he meant it or not.

"So, what brings you to Death City, if you don't mind me asking?" A rather common question for someone who you just met, but Ginger had to be careful, after all if he said he moved here to get closer to his long lost Witch Sister, well that would cause most people to bring up a red light and run off. So instead his response would be a much more pleasant lie. "Well to tell you the truth, I came here because I'm planning to start a Bakery. I've had a real sweet tooth ever since I was young so I decided to enter the family baking buisness." In a way this was true, he was here to continue the family buisness, only his type of baking was a lot more sinister and wrong then your average Muffin Man's.

[TYLER!]

"Well to tell you the truth, I came here because I'm planning to start a Bakery. I've had a real sweet tooth ever since I was young so I decided to enter the family baking business." The moment those words processed in her brain, her honey brown eyes automatically glistened. "Oh wow," She exclaimed, her eyes widening in size from the elation. "A bakery, you say? That's a FABULOUS idea! I absolutely love sweets and desserts of all shapes, sizes, and flavors." Her hips swiveled from side to side, zoning out in a day dream of desserts and candy. Tyler (for as long as she could remember) was a huge fan of baking sweets. Cakes, pies, scones, anything that pertained to sugary delights was added to her list of baking needs. Although she referred to herself as the type that couldn't handle the cooking business, she still enjoyed baking delicious goods to treat her friends to every now and then.

And now, she'd met someone who had means of starting a bakery! Lady luck was definitely on her side. "You should pursue your dream," She leaned forward, eying him with a persistent stare. "There aren't many bakeries here in Death City, this would be a great accommodation!" Her adrenaline began to settle down as she fell to her heels and gazed up at the tall platinum blonde. "There's a building nearby that is up for rent in," Her finger pointed in the opposite direction of where they were standing. "that direction." Beyond that point was a street lined with various shops of various merchandise as well as a few food shops. A dozen casuals were exploring the shops, and there it was; the empty shop stood between a sub shop and a gift store. A florescent sign stood outside the shop that read "FOR RENT" in big, bold lettering. "You should check it out sometime. If it's in your price range, you should definitely consider it!"

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Ginger's eyes couldn't help but light up from the excitement Tyler now eminated. She really was very cute, the way she looked up at Ginger with those eyes, the way her hips moved back and forth as she spoke of her love for sweets, it was just adorable to watch. ""You should pursue your dream, there aren't many bakeries here in Death City, this would be a great accommodation!" Her excitement was contagious, she just made Ginger want to start dancing, andhe might of if she wasn't leaning close to him with that paralyzingly adorable gaze. It was true there weren't very many Sweet Treat spots to enjoy, that might be one thing the city was lacking. Either that or he wasn't looking hard enough for them.

At any rate the more Tyler encouraged it, the more Ginger was starting to believe his "dream" wasn't just an excuse to keep his corrupt nature locked in. His face lit up with utter joy as she pointed out a shop that was for sale, and in pretty good condition if he said so his self, even though it was a bit far to prove. Ginger clenched his fist. "You're right Tyler..." Ginger lifted his gave to the sky while simultaniously lifting his fist into the air. "I shall do this city a favor by creating a place where people of all kinds can enjoy delicious treats." He pointed in the direction of the shop, his voice strong and confident, as if he just found the answer to life.

Ginger had no worries now, in that moment he was a simple man with a simple dream, a dream of opening a Bakery to sell sweet of all kinds to people. And this was all because of his new sweet loving (not to mention adorable) friend Tyler. "It's settled then." Ginger looked down at Tyler and gave a smile. "Y'know Tyler I'm not really a man who believes in fate, but I think today we were destined to met eachother." His voice that had radiated with strong confidence was now gentle and soft like a sweet breeze bringing the smell of a fresh apple pie to your nose.