To Each His Own [Open]

The sounds of the late night filled the air as car horns honked and people shouted to one another. It was Bastian's favorite time of the night when all the young people who loved to live the late life came out. Numerous sexy young ladies walked the streets though Bastian found it difficult to get a decent look at any of them. In fact from where he stood they all looked like little people scampering around here and there. He sat on a roof of a abandoned building though right now it was far from being abandoned. Several people had taken refuge in the building and turned into a mosh pit, Bastian wasn't fond of the loud music so he sat on the roof of the building watching as more people poured in and out. Bastian dug into his jacket pocket and pulled out what appeared to be a rerolled cigar and put it in between his lips. He felt around for a lighter but to no avail, "Aw hell, I lost my damn lighter," he mumbled irritably. He took the cigar from his mouth and put it away with a sigh and stood up, stretching as he did so. He had a semi-mission it appeared, he had to find a lighter before the night was done and seeing as there was a party going on downstairs someone was bound to have a lighter.

As Bastian made his way downstairs the music resounded through the building, numerous people filled the room and the air was thick with heat from the bodies of the people as they danced around one another. From where Bastian stood it looked like a sea of bodies and whats worst the only way out of the place was to go through it. Taking a deep breath Bastian waded through the mass amount of people dancing, several times he was struck by people dancing around and flailing. He shoved people aside only to be bombarded by several more, once he made half way through the crowd the party got more wilder as another song more louder than the last came on. Everyone immediately got more active and wilder, seeing that things weren't gonna be easy Bastian decided the best way to escape would be to go with the flow of the party. Bastian began to emulate the wild dancing style and danced his way to the door which was oddly more effective than simply trying to walk tot the door. Upon reaching the door Bastian collapsed outside the building thank full to be away from the crowd of people. The air was very refreshing, as Bastian slowly started to get up to find his jacket torn and he had more than a few scratches and bruises on his body. Looking around he found a random person walking by, without hesitation he approached the person, "Hey, do you have a light."

Even in that kind of a night, there were few sophisticated people. People, who wore clean clothes and didn't smell weird. People, with silver hair and a pencil. People, who drew a vomit into a sketchbook, because it had a ''beautiful'' shape. Not many people were like this, but Shiro was. His wheel of art was very wide. Not all sustaining, but wide. And this vomit resembled like a cross, so it was more interesting than the other two next to it. Also, a lighter in the middle made it extremely interesting. At least for Shiro. Other people would have just kept walking and wondered: ''Why the hell is that man drawing a vomit?'' And kicked him as well for being weird.

Shiro wasn't usually down on the streets at night. But sometimes people need new experiences. And this was Shiro's way to get them. His wings were folded inside of his shirt, of course. He didn't want to scare spiritually aware people. Even though he had been seen occasionally for 100 years, it was nicer to be a local myth. Attention wasn't what Shiro wanted. He finished his artistic pictures from puke and reached for the lighter. At this point, other people would have yelled Shiro to death for being a retarded puke-poker. Reason for Shiro's actions were the weird markings on the lighter. He lit it up to see, if it works. It had this blue fire coming out of it. He smiled for his discovery and started to clean it from the greenish stuff with a tissue, which he carried around. And as weird as coincidences tend to be, a man came to ask a fire. Obviously for his cigar. And as Shiro was a helpful guy, he helped Bastian's life by lighting up his cigar. Though with a surprised face. He was a spirit after all. All the others would see was a floating lighter mysteriously working itself. ''It is nice to see people, who can see me'', Shiro said with a smile. ''Is smoking a habit of yours?''

Quite a nice scenery it was outside, lots of people were walking around, more than usually. The reasons for that, well there was a party nearby of course. At times like this youthful young men and women came out to dance and enjoy their time, getting drunk and having sex with the first person which they found. But, unlike any other man out there, there was one which looked quite weird. Judging from his clothes, it would seem as he came from the past, into the messy and quickening present. This black haired man wore some odd looking clothes, which made him look like an actual pirate. Everyone knew that the pirates were gone and that Halloween was months and months away. So, why was this man dressed like one? Many asked him that, but none were given an answer. Since, this man was not a talkative one. He enjoyed being left alone.

From a few meters away, he observed the odd looking human on his search for a lighter. He did nothing, except looking at him and smiling. Even after some other odd looking person showed up, the Bounto did nothing yet again, he just stud there quietly.

"Thats a peculiar statement," Bastian thought as he took the lighter from the person. He didn't get a good look at the person as he was a bit distracted with lighting his cigar. Once lite he took a big hit and passed the lighter back to the kind stranger. When he finally got a look at the guy he was able to see why he had made that statement,"Your a ghost, are you," Bastian said in more a statement than a question, "Shocking that a ghost can pick stuff up, you must be a special ghost." Bastian took another hit of his cigar and got a good look at the stranger, he was given the impression that the man had a humped back as there was a slight bulge on his back. And the fact the guy was obviously some albino didn't escape Bastian's little analysis either, not everyday you see a white guy with all white hair.

"At any rate to answer your question, I wouldn't call my smoking a addition or habit. I can quit when I want, besides its only doing me a favor, I mean who wants to die of old age anyway," Bastian said chuckling. Throwing all caution into the wind, Bastian extending his hand for a handshake and smiled slightly, "Bastian Mercer, and you are?"

Ooc: I ain't here. . .

''I wouldn't call myself special'', Shiro answered to man's statement as he took his lighter back. It wasn't practically his, but it didn't have any name on it. ''Just strange''. He put the lighter into his pocket. Shiro could look it closer later. Man's reasoning to smoke wasn't quite enough to convince him. But Shiro didn't judge anyone. Almost anyone at least. He shook hands with this read haired man, who's name seemed to be Bastian. He would have started to smile, if he wouldn't have been doing that all along. ''Shiro Hirameki. Pleasant to meet you''. Shiro looked around a bit. ''Although I need to note that handshaking air may look weird for some people''. He stopped handshaking and as he was picking his pen from his other pocket, he noticed some other person. He talked weirdly, at least from Shiro's opinion. ''Umm... If you mean passing a lighter, then sure''. He took the lighter out again and threw it towards the new person. ''A lot of people smoking tonight, I see''. Shiro tried to look towards both of the mans at the same time, which was pretty difficult. ''And might you two fellows be up to in such a beautiful night?''.

Standing there, watching those two weird creatures getting to know each other, it made the Bounto remember something. He needed to do something quite important, and he could not be late for this. So, he decided to leave this place in search for his own goals. Them, he could not find here, with those two. Slowly, the man leaned forwards, as he made the first step. Step by step, and he was gone in a matter of seconds.

Exit

Bored with the conversation already Bastian decided to call it a night. "Seeya I think I will call this a night ." he said as he walked away. The night was young but Bastian wasn't down to stay up late, sleep would be a welcoming friend. As he walked away he took another hit of his cigar then tossed it away, "Maybe I will luck out and find something sexy to spend the night with me," he said jokingly as he turned the corner. Reaching in his jacket pocket for his keys to his apartment he found a lighter,"Ha, I guess I had one all along."

EXIT

Shiro watched as everyone started to leave. ''I wonder, why everyone were on such a rush''. He turned his gaze towards the skies and took his wings out. ''Oh well. It's still a beautiful night''. He flew away.

//Exit//