RP- The Anarchist

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Arthur was known to be proper, a rule follower, stern and strict to a rigid degree. However, there was a side of him that no one seemed to know, at least, most had never seen. Although, you could blame people for not having such knowledge. Arthur only let selected people know.

As he came into the window
Was a sound of a crescendo
He came into her apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
She was sitting at the table
He could see she was unable
So she ran into the bedroom
She was struck down
It was her doom


He was decked out in ripped skinny jeans, hugging just below his hips so the bones showed, showing off the curves of his lower half in astonishing detail. The snug shirt he was wearing was black, cut off just enough to show some skin from his stomach with the 'Anarchy' symbol splattered in red as the design. His boots were black and came up halfway to his knees, laced all the way up. He looked himself over in the mirror, admiring the choker around his neck and piercings he had redone in his lobes, three for each. "I wonder... would a lip ring be too much?"

Annie, are you OK
Are you OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
You OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie


A friend whistled from the doorway, laughing. "Let's go before the band gets started. No reason to be late, Art." Arthur sighed, rolling his eyes and followed the other out, fixing two silver rings on his left hand. "We got a little bit of a ride. So you'll have to sit on the floor of the car."
Arthur nodded until he heard the next part. "Unless you want to sit on someone's lap~" Arthur blushed, rolling his eyes.

Boys will be boys.


Annie, are you OK
Will you tell us that you're OK
There's a sign at the window
That he struck you
A crescendo, Annie
He came into your apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
Then you ran into the bedroom
You were struck down
It was your doom


Arriving at the concert was a blast, loud music and moving bodies rocked him back and forth to the beat. The screaming and shouting, voices all around to drawn out the world he knew as stress and worry. But this was what made Arthur excited, a joyous cheer boasting in his chest as he cried back with the crowd, singing the lyrics like a song he knew by heart.

"Arthur!" Called one of his friends, grinning. "We need to get a closer view! Push through everyone!"


Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
You've been hit by
You've been struck by
A smooth criminal


Arthur did as directed, pushing through the sweat coated bodies, breathing heavy in excitement. He was at the front now, the speakers belched out the lyrics retold by the singer, the vibrations shook through him. His breathing turned shallower, soaking up the heat of the moment. "I love this!" He exclaimed in a pause for the guitar solo, eyes brightened wide.

So they came into the outway
It was Sunday
What a black day
I could made a salutation
Sounding heartbeats
Intimidations


Arthur moved to the beat, his body rocking, swishing and pumping. Hips cocked right and left, head front and back. The sounds hypnotized the soul trapped within him.

Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie


Good boy turned punk, a transformation most would find inconceivable. Yet, here he was, rather enthralled by the rebellious dance. His fist thrust into the air with might and heart. "Annie are you okay, Annie!~"

Annie, are you OK
Will you tell us that you're OK
There's a sign at the window
That he struck you
A crescendo, Annie
He came into your apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
Then you ran into the bedroom
You were struck down
It was your doom


He thought heard his name called but didn't turn around, eyes fixed to the stage in enchantment. Like a spell, words tumbled from his lips and movements jerked from his limbs. He wanted more, needed more of this enhancing sensation.

Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
You've been hit by
You've been struck by
A smooth criminal


He was yelled now, screaming with everything he had until his throat burned raw and dry. However, it didn't stop him from abusing his poor tongue and mouth of every moistured phrase he could muster. More.

Annie, are you OK
Will you tell us that you're OK
There's a sign at the window
That he struck you
A crescendo, Annie
He came into your apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
Then you ran into the bedroom
You were struck down
It was your doom


"You're doom!~" This time Arthur heard a clear, louder shout of his name. Who could be calling out to him now of all times?

Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie


He turned to look at a familiar face pushing through the crowd towards him. Arthur started to sweat. How was he going to explain this?


//Admin speaking! After some discussion with a few friends I wanted to shake things up a bit and make this Punk!Arthur for a week. Starting today 5/17/12 Thursday to next Thursday 5/24/12 from 12a.m. to 12a.m.

OH! And for your viewing pleasure~ Some Punk!Arthur themed art:




And just a few for my Alfred incase he decides to look:




Love the last one~ Anywho some links incase you want to find out where I got these from. I'm sorry if I can't find correct sources. Anyone who can help it would be a pleasure!

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AND HERE'S SOME BONUS FOR READING THIS FAR!



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Sorry Alfred <.<"

Enjoy!~//
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(I'm so sorry, I'm so late!!)
Emil passed by many people, trying to find someone to 'hang out' with, until he found Arthur. "H-Hei Arthur! What's up?" He called, "You really went all out, didn't you?" He said smiling.