It was a typical day in Terrace Park. The sun was shining in the sky, the clouds covered it only now and again, and children were playing around with a huge variety of pets. Squeals of pleasure, joy, happiness, and pain, were heard throughout the park, as little kids played and fell. Worried parents patching up a child's knee, or chatting while keeping their eyes peeled for anything suspicious.
Nothing, really, let out that not only pets and humans were enjoying their day in Terrace Park.
The park was fairly huge, so if one bothered to look, they could find a quiet spot, away from everyone else, and away from the squeals of excited children. Only the birds could be heard, singing happily overhead, the trees covering the sun, and a small river running nearby, the flow rhythmical and soothing. It was like being all alone in a small wood, away from others and from society... away from the busy modern life.
Enjoying that little corner of Terrace Park were three young men, all three clearly different... yet sickeningly similar.
The first one was dressed in all-white, with hints of black. Despite his young age, his hair was a pure snow-white color; not only that, it didn't seem to look like hair, either, instead sharing a strange resemblance to that of an animal's fur. Short hair, and red eyes shining blood red. "If you think about it," he started as he sat down on the small hill, the terrain going downward towards the small river, "this is extremely reckless." He stretched a leg forward and let the other bend and spread his arms further back. "Vincent, are you even listening?"
Vincent, the second one, was similar to the white man, but the palette was switched around, going from all-white to all-black. Short black hair, identical in appearance, but slightly different in style. His eyes shone blood red as well, but his portrayed more malevolence and carelessness than the white man's.
He was enjoying the river, his legs bent like a frog's as he looked closely at the shining water running quietly. When the white man questioned him, Vincent looked over his shoulder, displeased. "What's your point, Dexter?" he retorted irritably as he got back up and turned around to face him. "They find us everywhere, so what's the point in hiding in a freakin' apartment all day? I want to be outside, damn it."
"You can't just do whatever you want," Dexter replied back, gesticulating as he talked. "It puts all of us in danger when you rush headfirst into things." When the black-haired man shrugged and huffed, Dexter gritted his teeth and huffed himself; the two seemingly just saying "fine" at each other.
It was a long story; and one that didn't really make any sense, even to them. Born and living as the same unique entity, and then suddenly finding themselves separated and transported into a world completely unlike their own. Not only that, because of their status of "wanted" criminals, the three were constantly hunted down. It was a puzzle that was impossible to solve, at this point in time...
"Laurence," Dexter eventually inquired, looking at a nearby tree. "Can't you tell him he can't just do whatever he wants?"
Laurence was the final "piece," and a strange blend of the first two. While not very colorful himself, he wasn't only white or only black, instead sporting both colors with some hidden, dark hues mixed in both colors. His hair, while a bit longer, was identical to Dexter's and Vincent's. His eyes were no different, and they sported the same blood red color. He was sitting down under a tree, leaning against the truck nonchalantly. His arms were crossed and resting on his crossed legs; a sign that he was relaxing, but that he was still alert.
When Dexter inquired for his advice, Laurence opened an eye to take a quick look at them before simply sighing. "You think about things, Vincent does the things you think about..." He tilted his head slowly, seemingly not seeing any problem with their quarrel. "Let him do what he wants. When it comes back to bite him, then you're free to rub it in his face."
Dexter grinned with satisfaction while Vincent rolled his eyes and scowled. "Tsh! Say what you want; if you want to be stuck in a humid, messy apartment, be my guest and go right back, princess," he complained before turning around and getting on his knees to take another look at the river. There wasn't only water here; in the water, potential treats swam. Scales shining under the clear water, and the smells oozing out from underwater. Fish!
While Vincent had fun staring at an excessive amount of natural water, Dexter lay down on the grass and folded his arms under his head. The clouds drifted lazily in the sky, and he sighing softly. When it comes back to bite him, eh...?
It always came back to bite them. But the three of them were a trio; and going somewhere without the others tagging along was awkward, even worrying. They were logic, emotions, and the brain; although within three bodies, they were still recognized a single entity.
Cerberus, the demonic three-headed dog.
Nothing, really, let out that not only pets and humans were enjoying their day in Terrace Park.
The park was fairly huge, so if one bothered to look, they could find a quiet spot, away from everyone else, and away from the squeals of excited children. Only the birds could be heard, singing happily overhead, the trees covering the sun, and a small river running nearby, the flow rhythmical and soothing. It was like being all alone in a small wood, away from others and from society... away from the busy modern life.
Enjoying that little corner of Terrace Park were three young men, all three clearly different... yet sickeningly similar.
The first one was dressed in all-white, with hints of black. Despite his young age, his hair was a pure snow-white color; not only that, it didn't seem to look like hair, either, instead sharing a strange resemblance to that of an animal's fur. Short hair, and red eyes shining blood red. "If you think about it," he started as he sat down on the small hill, the terrain going downward towards the small river, "this is extremely reckless." He stretched a leg forward and let the other bend and spread his arms further back. "Vincent, are you even listening?"
Vincent, the second one, was similar to the white man, but the palette was switched around, going from all-white to all-black. Short black hair, identical in appearance, but slightly different in style. His eyes shone blood red as well, but his portrayed more malevolence and carelessness than the white man's.
He was enjoying the river, his legs bent like a frog's as he looked closely at the shining water running quietly. When the white man questioned him, Vincent looked over his shoulder, displeased. "What's your point, Dexter?" he retorted irritably as he got back up and turned around to face him. "They find us everywhere, so what's the point in hiding in a freakin' apartment all day? I want to be outside, damn it."
"You can't just do whatever you want," Dexter replied back, gesticulating as he talked. "It puts all of us in danger when you rush headfirst into things." When the black-haired man shrugged and huffed, Dexter gritted his teeth and huffed himself; the two seemingly just saying "fine" at each other.
It was a long story; and one that didn't really make any sense, even to them. Born and living as the same unique entity, and then suddenly finding themselves separated and transported into a world completely unlike their own. Not only that, because of their status of "wanted" criminals, the three were constantly hunted down. It was a puzzle that was impossible to solve, at this point in time...
"Laurence," Dexter eventually inquired, looking at a nearby tree. "Can't you tell him he can't just do whatever he wants?"
Laurence was the final "piece," and a strange blend of the first two. While not very colorful himself, he wasn't only white or only black, instead sporting both colors with some hidden, dark hues mixed in both colors. His hair, while a bit longer, was identical to Dexter's and Vincent's. His eyes were no different, and they sported the same blood red color. He was sitting down under a tree, leaning against the truck nonchalantly. His arms were crossed and resting on his crossed legs; a sign that he was relaxing, but that he was still alert.
When Dexter inquired for his advice, Laurence opened an eye to take a quick look at them before simply sighing. "You think about things, Vincent does the things you think about..." He tilted his head slowly, seemingly not seeing any problem with their quarrel. "Let him do what he wants. When it comes back to bite him, then you're free to rub it in his face."
Dexter grinned with satisfaction while Vincent rolled his eyes and scowled. "Tsh! Say what you want; if you want to be stuck in a humid, messy apartment, be my guest and go right back, princess," he complained before turning around and getting on his knees to take another look at the river. There wasn't only water here; in the water, potential treats swam. Scales shining under the clear water, and the smells oozing out from underwater. Fish!
While Vincent had fun staring at an excessive amount of natural water, Dexter lay down on the grass and folded his arms under his head. The clouds drifted lazily in the sky, and he sighing softly. When it comes back to bite him, eh...?
It always came back to bite them. But the three of them were a trio; and going somewhere without the others tagging along was awkward, even worrying. They were logic, emotions, and the brain; although within three bodies, they were still recognized a single entity.
Cerberus, the demonic three-headed dog.