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"ALONE. YES, THAT'S THE KEY WORD, THE MOST AWFUL WORD IN THE ENGLISH TONGUE. MURDER DOESN'T HOLD A CANDLE TO IT AND HELL IS ONLY A POOR SYNONYM."
AVIDAN BACAHARACH → THE AUTHORxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"GOOD LUCK IS JUST BACK LUCK WITH IT'S HAIR COMBED."

He had a book open on his knee, head bowed and eyes lowered as they scanned the faded text of a battered and well-read copy of At the Mountains of Madness and Other Tales of Terror. He was seated in the foyer on his trunk - an ancient, beaten leather thing on it's end, sagging slightly under his weight while he tapped his foot absently. He liked waiting; they were made up of moments where he was left unbothered and free to retreat within himself in the absence of human stimuli. The foyer was, as of yet, mostly empty, filled with the soft murmur of anticipation and the cloying discomfort of the unknown, and the odd, lonely turn of a page as Avidan Bacharach, twice best-seller, ploughed through his favourite book.

There was no rhyme or reason to his unplanned getaway to this house of servitude. It had been a spurr of the moment thing - he was unstruck with inspiration and stuck for words, and the complex machinations of strange social circles were, he was hoping, to be a powerful muse for a story of human drama and despicableness. Certainly, as his gaze wrote to forward a narrow glare of irritation onto a loud interloper announcing his arrival, he pondered the near-future of his vacation. The foyer was starting to fill now, with all manner of men milling about, addressing previous acquaintances with intermingled undertones and louder bursts of chatter. But he remained detached and separated and all on his own until the clear sound of a call to attention finally roused the room from its drowsy assembly.

He shut his book with a snap and drew upwards to standing in a fluid, graceful movement, his face passive and untouched by any show of feeling other than mild interest. He scanned the gathered collection of boys and men stonily, making quick assessments based on outward impressions - a habit that he was guilty of a lot more often than he'd ever admit out loud. And there, at the centre of it all, was Vincent Walker, a man that Avidan had never had the will to meet, like a prince among paupers. Avidan had heard enough about the man to know that his presence incited a veritable mix-bag of social uproar and scandal, without saying anything of his company.

Avidan adjusted his vest and slipped his book into his pocket, mouth clenched tight over a tongue that seldom made use of itself. He knew none of these people. How droll.

[Offensive Content]

Good, after that mute command he could hear and see the uneasy grunts and shifting of posture of his staff in response- however, this is what was expected of them in the first place. If any cursed mutterings or less than enthusiastic thoughts were roaming around in any of the servants minds it was their own doing, caused by their carelessness. There shouldn't be anything less than perfection from them during the duration of a guest's stay. If Vincent was going to make these men's dream come true- a dream they had spent good money on, their day certainly didn't include half-assed posture from lazy employees, especially during orientation. After all, first impressions were the most important- right?

The redhead closed his eyes, only for a moment, before reopening them and scanning his staff again after the noises had settled. They were better...acceptable at least- he supposed, but he couldn't help but have his eyes linger on one particular individual for a moment. Ike- Vincent wanted to believe in the boy, but the aura of uneasiness seemed to seep from him uncontrollably. He could sense that deer in the headlights look the other was probably wearing right now without even seeing his face. Vincent had hoped he hadn't released this boy into the field before he was ready- but he had been here for months now, and should know how to properly treat and care for a customer...god willing.

Shaking his head Vincent released the gaze and continued on down the line of black suites. Yes, they were all there and accounted for, Jin by his side now after assisting some of the others down on the line below, and quickly asking upon approach if there had been anything Vincent himself wanted for a refreshment. The redhead couldn't help but grin as he turned his attention towards his butler. "A glass of Quinta Do Vale Meão doesn't sound too bad..." He was joking, of course- somewhat. Though that joke may have been found in bad taste at this time, especially by Jin who had seen plenty throughout their lives together of Vincent's...episodes.... Yes the highest and lowest points of his life up until this very moment. But he had quit drinking, and quite a while ago at that. Mostly for his butler's sake.

Turning his head slightly Vincent had expected to see Mylo by Jin's side...wait- He could feel his jaw clench. Where was Mylo? He'd swear, he'd kill the boy by the time he was done with him...Though luckily, and yes by luck, by a hair, just as soon as Vincent had noticed the missing face Mylo appeared like magic. He was like a child- at least that was the closest thing Vincent could compare the servant to. No matter how many times he was told to be on time it didn't seem to be enough. But that didn't matter for now- he was there, standing, and that's what he needed of him. The redhead shook his head slightly. He'd deal with him later.

Moving his evaluation along he turned his head towards the left, where his brother stood...practically shaking with excitement; which was a metaphor of course, the little Walker was not physically shaking obviously, but he seemed more than anxious. Now- what was this one so eager for? That made Vincent somewhat uneasy. He rose a brow and turned his eyes and flashed Jin a look before looking back at his brother. It very well could be because Vincent had allowed Abel to invite one of his old school friends to his home finally after being asked numerous times. However Abel could have easily invited his friend to their family home as well, so it was more than likely something else the boy had on his mind that was getting him so excited. And his older sibling didn't like that- at all.

Vincent’s thoughts of his brother were suddenly interrupted at the sound of the manor’s main doors being opened. The redhead stood unwavering as the first guest of the day slowly enter his home, a humble smile gracing his lips as he watched the boy approach the center of his room. It was Rhye Valentine. He recognized the pink hued hair immediately from the pictures he had kept within Rhye’s guest file. Some might have found it unnecessary that Vincent kept such things on each and every person that came to stay at his home, but he took great precaution when it came to making sure that no filth or scum would be entering into his establishment, or soiling his men. Though this boy was of no threat to anyone, and never had been, but he was of particular interest to Vincent. Rhye Valentine was not from a prominent family, however the fact that Abel took the time to hand pick this one and invite him to his brother's island peeked his curiosity.

It was no sooner after he had finished inspecting his brother's friend that another guest entered into the home, this one being a redhead as well...how many redheads was he going to hold in his home? A redheaded mother promised a brat of a child- that's what the old sayings went at least and Vincent so far found it one hundred percent true. Instead of a verbal greeting a smile was offered in its place. The man now standing behind the pink haired friend was the son of a close business partner of Vincent's father and a family friend. Rae Hyuk Woo. Like himself, Rae was being ushered into the family business, though their plans seemed to not have been working out as well as they had wished, which in turn ended in Vincent's father asking him to take this man in on a vacation. Vincent watched as Rae's gaze turned from Rhye to his brother and then himself. The man's eyes looked hungry for something; Vincent locked his copper eyes onto the other man's green orbs and met his gaze for a moment. By the end of his visit Vincent would make sure that hunger was satisfied.

It was loud...he was loud. The cousin who was now entering into the mansion unexpectedly and shouting his arrival. Vincent looked at him -posture and facial expressions unwavering as the uninvited kin entered into his home and seemed to fly up the stairs and latch himself onto the larger redhead, but not before accidentally bumping into a guest. Vincent placed his hand on his cousin's back softly. "Roman..." What the hell? Why was he here, and why was he there without Vincent's knowledge? He was more than unhappy about this. If his cousin wanted to come over, why hadn't he asked? Actually, from what he could remember, wasn't Roman having some issues with his own father...ugh. He'd have to have a talk with him, he couldn't have arrived at a worse time.

Traveling footsteps rang in his ears, causing his eyes to avert from the slender redhead who stood upstairs with him and was now clinging onto Abel to a different man who was now swiftly crossing the space between one of the foyer’s many doors and to the staircase of which Vincent was currently adorning. His pale lips couldn't help but to curl into a small smirk as his warm eyes rested on a raven haired man. He observed the butler as the male made his way up the stairs and took his place beside Abel. He didn't allow more than a reaction than that, though memories were quickly filling his head.

"[********]-" It came out as a low growl as the redhead simultaneously sucked in air though his teeth. He tipped head head back while the other latched onto his back with his finely manicured nails and dug his teeth into his neck. "Don't leave any mark- mhh-" Cain hadn't let him finish before their mouths collided together and the other climbed onto his lap. God damn, it had only been a few days since he had been gone, did the other miss him that much...or had it been when the the boy found him undressing in his room and saw the outlines of the new tattoos around his collarbone that had got him going?

Either way thank god he was going to get the rest done within the next few weeks. He was sure if he didn't he'd have naked scars running along his backside from Cain's...affection; at least the ink would cover it up. Vincent moved his hands and squeezed the raven haired male's hips and pulled his bottom lip out of the grip of the other man's teeth. "The bed-" He reached his hand up as he gathered a handful of the other's black hair and yanked on it, pulling the male's head back away from his."I'm taking you to the bed." It was at that point where Vincent grabbed Cain and forcibly pulled him up only to shoved him back down onto the nearby satin sheets- but that's where the memory ended for him, and that was probably for the best.

There were now two uninvited bodies in his home... He shifted his eyes away- his father must have done this- both Cain and his Cousin. Abel would have known better than to bring...him here. He'd address that problem later though by giving his father a call and asking if he knew both his cousin and Abel's butler were gallivanting though his home. Although he didn't have much doubt that it had in fact been his old man and who had plotted these things in the first place. Though he didn't have much say in the matter about...Cain at least...unless the threw his brother out. No...he couldn't do that.

Another pair of footsteps in the foyer... however these were of a considerably lighter tread than the ones who had previously arrived. Vincent turned his head, eyes meeting a familiar figure who he had not seen in...many....years. Five...six...maybe seven years? He wasn't quite sure, ever since the male had started to avoid him he more or less lost interest, however he was there now, standing in the middle of Vincent's home, eyes wide and as bright as ever. That was so like him. It had been a long while since he had seen Ebils. The light haired male had more or less abandoned him long ago, right around the time Vincent began to unveil the darker side of his drinking. However despite the male avoiding him for so long Vincent would still send out periodic invites to his old friend- not really ever having any intention of them being answered. Until now. He watched as he greeted the other members of his family happily, and of course left him out. How cold...to come into someone's home and not even greet them, much less acknowledge them? It was childish of course...however two could play that game. The redhead didn't offer him more than a quick glance before turning his attention back towards the door.

And there he was, the last guest of the evening, Vincent hoped; Avidan Er Bacharach. The famed author and quite a odd specimen of man. From what Vincent could remember reading of his works this one's mind seemed to resign in odd places. For the most part the redhead believed Avidan would be absent from everyone's sight for much of his say. He'd make sure he had the privacy that he wanted, and also on the other hand have his butler keep a close eye on him. More...eccentric men like this one usually had odd tendencies. Now whether those tendencies were troublesome or not Vincent did not know, but it was better to be safe than sorry, especially with his both his brother and now his cousin in his home.

After assessing everyone Vincent stood for a moment, making sure no other guests were making their way in, before descending to the floor below. Every step of his taken was authoritative and elegant as he walked through the break in the line of men and placed himself in front of them. His smile dissipated and was soon replaced with an extremely serious expression before speaking. “I’m pleased that you were all able to arrive at my home, please let me assign you your butlers, there are times where I shall be switching out your butler. I have my own reasons for this. They shall take your bags and escort you to your rooms. After you get settled in you may partake in any of my homes luxuries and later on within the day I shall be meeting with each of you privately. Before that there are, however, a few specific rules that I would like you to respect while at my home."

"One: please do not go onto the third floor of my home, that is where I and my family and personal staff resign- that is my personal floor. This is not only my business but also my home, I trust you to respect that. Two, do not disrespect or mistreat any of my possessions, including my staff. If you do you shall be immediately removed from my home and placed on a boat and taken back to the mainland and charged appropriately. Three…do not fall in love with any of my staff members. They are mine, and I am only temporarily lending them out to you. It’d be very troublesome if you wanted to leave with one of them...” Vincent’s voice trailed off, leaving a heavy silence before being filled once again. This time his expression changing to one of his usual hospitable self as his white smile returned. “Alright- Now that’s been settled, if you have any questions please do not hesitate to call from your suite’s phone, or ask your butler to contact me. And now on to assigning your butlers...”

He walked in front of his line of servants swiftly gesturing to each their assigned guest. "Mylo shall be with Mr. Woo, Nero shall be with Mr. Bacharach, Jasper shall be with cousin Roman, Ike shall be with Mr. Langston, and last but not least..." Vincent glanced back up at Abel for a brief moment before turning back and landing his eyes on Rhye. "Mr. Valentine- since you are my brother's guest I'll shall be assigning you Abel's personal butler since it seems like his usual companion has followed him from home. Please join my brother upstairs, your butler should be along shortly." After finishing his commands he took a step back and turned towards his staircase and rose his arm, giving a sharp snap of his fingers- black suites began to swarm around him all at once. "Please everyone...this is your paradise. Enjoy your stay."

While the redhead ascended his warm eyes set themselves in the direction of his brother and cousin. "You all, come with me...now..." His voice was lower and as he passed by the two and began making his way up the third floor stairs he didn't offer either a glance. He was less than happy about the surprise appearances of the extra butler and the cousin, however before he'd get upset he'd find out what the cause of their visits were. Vincent stopped for a moment in front of his drawing room down the hall only to allow Jin to open the door for him before entering inside. The room was mid-sized, and had multiple couches that surround a hard oak coffee table which rested in front of a fire place. Once the whole group had settled inside Vincent took a seat in the single armchair that sat in front of the multiple couches. "Sit. I'm going to talk to you."

He waited for the others to take their places before looking at each face that resided in the room. Not including himself, Jin, Royce, Abel, Cain, Rhye, and Jasper were all currently occupying the space and soon Rhye's butler would be joining them as well. He took a moment before letting out a dissatisfied breath. "Let's start with you..." Vincent said resting his cheek on his fist and locking eyes with his redheaded cousin. "What are you doing here without calling, you do know that even though you're kin you should give some thought and respect before barging into someone's home correct? And especially when you know they double their homes as a business." 'Tch.' Vincent clicked his tongue before his eyes then flickered to the taller raven haired butler. "And what are you doing here at all? Had my father sent you after my brother? And if that's not the case you should start explaining yourself quickly." The redhead could feel the corner of his mouth pull at his smooth lips and dip down into a scowl.

His fist undid itself and he ran his fingers through his red locks in frustration. Idiots, all of them. He swore he couldn't stand 'surprises' like this. Call him a control freak, he didn't care...but correct him if he were wrong, but wasn't the whole purpose of being on an island was to be remote and secluded from unwanted or unwarranted visitors? And how in the world did these two arrive without him being notified in the first place? All the boatmen were under Vincent's hire, which meant no one was supposed to pass on his shores without being checked out first. Then again...his thoughts kept rewinding back to his father. That was the only explanation. He honestly hated the old man sometimes. If anyone though Vincent was bad...they need only meet his father once. They would understand where he had gotten his attitude from...While he was waiting on his answer from the two he turned his gaze to Royce. "Go fetch Rhye's butler for him; I don't want him waiting any longer than he has to."

[Grwawr]

BEEP BEEP BEEP Jasper slid his arm around beneath his pillow feeling for his cellphone under the blankets only to come up empty. Groaning and rubbing his eyes in the dim light of dawn he started flipping the blankets and pillows back searching for the persistent noise. Not fully awake and already rather irritated that the small black device was not one of its proper places, his bedside table or beneath his pillow, Jasper put his feet down on the cold wood floor letting a shiver run up his spine and to help him force his brain to fully function. As soon as he was his regular self the male rummaged through his bedside tables drawer pushing aside his DS to find the case that held plain black framed glasses. His eyesight was not that bad but being sleepy and even very slightly blind was a bad combination for finding things. After slipping them on he quickly noticed the light of the touchscreen in the crack between his bed and the table. Kneeling on the ground he scooped up the offending machinery and ended the otherwise incessant alarm. He sighed as he stood put the cellphone with his glasses on his bedside table, and began to do some light stretching to wake his body. The blonde boy regretted waking up his brain early as he could now recall all the reasons he disliked mornings though he was always sure to fill them up as productively as possible so he didn't have time to dwell. Turning his attention back to his activity the half naked male twisted his muscles moved smoothly under the scar across his chest and he was quite a beautiful sight even when beholden by nobody. Normally he kept his body in shape in the evening, his small morning exercise was just to help bring him back into routine and by the end of it he was bored and just slightly sweaty telling him he had warmed up properly, ready to face another day. After a shower of course. The water washed everything away and the feeling of it on his skin pleased him and made him wish he could go swimming. By the end of it Jasper was rejuvenated and smelled of basically nothing. He was careful not to have any scents that could be annoying and as such one would have to have their face pressed against his skin before they would be able to pick up an intermingling scent of soap, and baked goods. The latter was only semi constant as he often cooked and baked to keep up the skill but always completed his job first. However he had spent years at school perfecting those skills and he would be damned if he let his effort go to waste even if it meant a few late nights, and it did get him on the good side of the chef whom he was now friends with.

After the shower came the slightly ridiculous task of dressing nicely in a pair of simple pants, a button up shirt and his glasses so he could go to the kitchen and make himself breakfast. This was a pleasant part of his routine as he could chat with the chef as he cooked and ate. The slightly ridiculous bit was that he spent less than an hour in the clothes before he went back to his room to dress in his proper butler attire, he just didn't feel proper walking around the mansion in his pajamas and though he was very clean it was to much of a risk to cook in his uniform unless requested by a guest. Dressing for work was not a stress as he knew exactly what he was supposed to wear and had long since learned how to put it all on properly. Checking his shoes for scuff marks and his attire for wrinkles that weren't there Jasper switched out the plain specs in favor of contacts. He put the glasses and case back in their drawer haphazardly, it was the one bit of disorder in his room, despite the mes in the drawer he could always find what he needed in there and in the way it worked perfectly. Closing the drawer Jasper turned and made his bed before looked around his room, which was immaculate all the way down to the wet towel placed neatly in the exact center of the drying rack in the bathroom. Nothing was out of place on the surface, though that was the norm for him. His sharp green eyes seemed to lazily scan the room and he made a mental note to dust, the one mess he couldn't stop from reoccurring, before he picked up his cellphone and set it to silent in his inner jacket pocket where it stayed invisible but readily accessible. Leaving the room the door closed with a soft click that saw Jasper heading down the hall to his morning duties.

This is where his routine changed, it was the day they were getting more visitors and Jasper would have someone to personally serve. He was kind of looking forward to it but overall he wouldn't say it affected him emotionally. It was just a job and he was good at it by now. He would just do everything asked excellently and it would work out. He had given himself enough time to check and bring the room his guest would be staying in from great condition to perfection and set about doing so like many of the butlers. However Jasper felt no need to tidy things that were already tidy and so when he returned to the room find Royce fluffing the last pillows that Jasper had returned to deal with after putting away some window cleaner he merely stopped for a moment to make sure he got them all and then left when he started straightening the already perfect bedspread. Looking at his cell for the time Jasper saw he had an extra minute but started heading to the morning lineup anyway and was the first there. He was quickly joined by others that Jasper ignored for the moment as chatting at each other would ruin their appearance. Standing straight and immaculately postured you would think the six foot one blonde would stand out but he blended right in. Even zoning out a bit Jasper noticed the second that Vincent entered the room. However to his downfall it was only at the sharp snap of his heel that brought the irregularity of the line to Jasper's attention. Watching Jin the blonde fixed his wrist to match the older butlers. Annoyed at his mistake Jasper's expression showed no such indication. His face was carefully charming his eyes inviting and somehow bland as if he was a picture in a magazine rather than a person. Pretty to look at and easy to ignore as the guests entered in various fashions.

The different entrances of the guests did not disrupt Jasper and he remained impassive though he couldn't quite remember if he had seen Cain somewhere before and it was somewhat interesting to see another Walker. Though he hadn't met Vincent until he moved to the island he had heard about the older brother many times when he dated the Abel so it felt like he had met him but he couldn't remember much about this new boy. But it wasn't his business and though he spared a short glance for the two when the passed him on the steps his position did not move until after Vincent's spiel and it was only after the snap of his employers fingers that the blonde seemed to reanimate.

Seeing that his charge was leaden with luggage, a fact that somewhat surprised him given the ample staff present to take care of such things. Jasper's first task was clear and he walked with quiet lithe steps, graceful was not something he had mastered yet but he was utterly silent. His smiled politely his expression welcoming. "Welcome Mr. Walker. " Jasper bowed slightly and gave Roman his seemingly full attention making it very clear which Walker he was referring to. " My name is Jasper Grey, I am pleased to be of service to you. If I may take you bags? " His voice was polite and professional his introduction lacking extravagance. Holding out his hand for the luggage he held the bags on one arm. He was just gesturing with his free hand towards Roman's room when Jasper noticed Vincent was still focused on the group. Cutting himself off before he spoke. "You all, come with me...now..." Vincent's order was quiet but clear as always. Switching from polite to kind Jasper made his demeanor more soothing for the guest in response to Vincent's sharper turn. His attention still on the redhead he currently served Jasper changed the direction of his gesture, pointing Roman towards the advancing male rather than the room Jasper had prepared. " Shall we? " Given that Vincent was showing the way Jasper walked a step to the side and behind Roman. After Vincent order them to sit Jasper stood to the side of the group keeping tabs on both Vincent and Roman Walker. He hoped the event wouldn't be to dramatic and if it was that he wouldn't somehow be sucked into it. He wasn't exactly in a position to walk away and he was still carrying all the bags on his arm. He wished he could sigh and go downstairs to bake some cupcakes to make up for him leaving the situation. But there was no way a breach of conduct like that would be solved by small frosted cakes and so Jasper remained a charming blonde statue in the background his expression polite and smile constant. How absof*cking wonderful just what I wanted to happen on the first day. Possibly explosive family gathering that isn't even mine and I can't leave. Well this isn't awkward. Well Jasper looked perfect at least, thank god they didn't have mind readers.


Location : Foyer->Vincent's drawing room ★ Company : Everyone->Roman->Vincent's small gathering ★ OOC :
Sorry my entry post is so late. I hope it's okay.

[Ta Lu]

Yet I have made it here.

Bearing this love, my dear.

Bearing the weight of it upon my knees.

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And still I wonder...AND STILL I WONDER...And still I wonder
✦DO I DARE DREAM, IF I SCREAM YOUR NAME
And still I wonder...AND STILL I WONDER...And still I wonder
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A L L E N ✦ E V A N S

There was the steady tick from the hallway grand clock, the wood that housed it was well polished and shone like a ruby, the clear crystal face cover glared like a lens that was the sun itself. There was an awful glare on it, and yet there was still the steady beat, unfazed by the blinding light. A set of paper whispered as he lifted a page looking down at one last time. Some habits died terribly hard. Check, re-check, review, commit to memory the names and faces and their history. It was habit that carried over from his previous life when he was still a teacher, still working as the eyes and ears for the main heads of the household keeping track of his numerous cousins and their counterparts in the rival family. Alas, none of that old time mattered, what mattered were these new faces and the steady click of the hallway clock, he was late and he was well aware of it. Somewhere in the back of his mind a certain fellow's voice berated him for his tardiness, his lack of formality to get in line, to stand erect like a wired taxonomic model in front of these new faces, these new guests that Vincent was so humored by.

And though he was not one for excuses, there were things that needed handling, and he prioritized them over people that he likely was not to be paired with. After all, he had young master Abel to care for. Jin and Royce were always thorough with their work, and right behind their heels were their underlings, who were so eager to please, also checked over their work. Checked, rather observe, study, commit to memory and create their own method of Order. Was he a junior under Vincent's Right and Left? Of course he was, was he a hound and a piece of clay to be molded and fired? Of course not. He had too much on his plate and no matter how much cleaning, organizing and elimination there was not room for him to be a precision cut into those two. Regardless of what that bold red-head wanted.

Tick. Tock. Flip. Shuffle. He holded the packet and pocketed it into his breast pocket, his back against Abel's bedroom door. He reached behind him turned the knob and glanced in once more to make sure that organized mess, that everyone had, was a little less hazardous than before and all the trash and cloths were picked up and out of sight. He closed it and felt a p***k in his pant leg, reached down and pulled out a miniscule dried grass seed that had hitched a ride. He held it up towards the light and let a bit of yearning wash over him before he tucked it into his pocket.

Earlier before, he had to venture outside performing a small task that not even the two Heads could do. The gardening crew had encountered an intruder in the well manicured garden that had escaped their experienced eyes and had grown to near menacing size. During his time here, he and Mylo were listed and were quite noticed for their keen enjoyment of being in the gardens and the vineyards. However, apart from Mylo, his reputation of being a well studied naturalist and a specialist in wildflowers, native plants and invasive plants had been made apparent with the grounds crew. No matter how hard he tried to bury his old teaching and researching days, some passions could never be fully hidden. He had concluded that their little green monster, which was quite attractive, was nothing more than an aggressive native plant that had made it over from the further side of the island, and despite its terrifying size and threatening velcro like leaves, it was harmless and it was safe to cut down and a dab of herbicide at the cut.

Now he was free, for the most part and he heard a few words whispered in the hallways and heard the very end of the formal meeting with their guests and they were now dispersing. "Upstairs." He muttered quietly as he watched a small group climb the stairs to speak in private. He waited a few moments until they went out of sight carefully watching where they went before he took came out of the side hallway, into the foyer and gave their guests a silent bow before ascending up the stairs to head to the room the group had gathered.

[XxTheLovelyJxX]

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➡R O M A N⬅

ღThe flamboyant cousin.

⏩|| Seke || Vivacious || Mischievous || Dynamic||⏪

Mood: ( Nervous ) - I'm with: ( select few ) - What's going on? ( Adult talk. ) What am I wearing? ( Beach attire.

♫❝ Redheads are God's way of giving the world roses.. ❞





ℜoman felt his cousins hand lightly touch his back. Only one word was said to him, and that was his name. He looked at Vincent with disappointment, his bright eyes dimming slightly. Maybe this hadn't been the greatest idea. He had interrupted something, he assumed as people slowly began to pour in. He looked up at his cousin with his large childish eyes. Same old vince, stick up his a** and all. He nervously began to play with his tongue ring and took a step away from his cousin. Roman crossed his arms as more guests arrived. His head was held high, his chin raised a bit. He looked like he was a part of this house, like he belonged. Well, since he was their cousin technically he did 'belong'. He wondered idly if he would find somebody he knew. The thought was exciting. Oh wouldn't it be nice to have a friend here? Especially with vinny being a sour puss! They could play and pull pranks and stay up late and gossip! Just like high school except now, he could drink. Wait, Hadn't he asked for a drink? He looked around to see if anyone was fulfilling his wish and pouted when nobody did.

1234After he had gone to say hello to Abel, he made his way back toward Vincent, wanting to have a conversation with him. Why was nobody talking? Holy s**t it was quiet. His eyes scanned the faces of guests.
Hmm. Nobody he knew.
Maybe if he got another look at the butlers, but their back were turned to him. His mouth quirked and he began to tap his foot and look around impatiently.
Come on let the festivities begin... He thought as he tried to pick something singular and stare at it. It seemed his surprise was completely ignored. What a shame. Honestly, he should have expected this. Maybe he should turn and leave now, and not bother anyone else. That would probably be best, right? Yeah... Probably. Wait- what happened to starting a conversation?

1234Roman fidgeted uncomfortably. He knew that once everyone was here, he would get his a** chewed out. Would his cousin be sympathetic and let him stay, Or would he banish him to his own home where he would lay on his bed all day and eat five hundred tons of ice cream? The ice cream part sounded tempting enough. The part where he would go home however, did not. He bit his lip and watched as person after person arrived, their bags at their sides. Was this like one big ol sleepover? He snickered at the idea, oh how pleasant! He wished sleepovers could still be a thing! Oh childhood memories.. He smiled absently before turning his attention back to the small crowd forming below. Damn, what was going on! There was a wide variety of men here that seemed to pique Romans interest. He watched as yet another Male made his way inside, a book open in his hands. He was a cutie too, roman was not close enough to see his lips though...his eyes narrowed as if that would make him see a longer distance. He was in the middle of analyzing the male when Vincent began to move. Like a puppy dog, roman followed behind, his eyes wide with interest as they approached the guests. Maybe he would see book man's lips? His gaze lightened with determination as he sought out the male with the book.

1234Roman sighed in frustration as Vincent blocked his view. Great. Now he was talking about rules? Exactly how long was everyone staying? Don't fall in love. He snorted, knowing that it probably broke the silent and that he would also get chastised for that. Roman had had quite enough of love, thank you. He was here to hang out with family and get a little bit of relaxation out of it. Now with all these strange men here he wasn't sure if relaxation was possible. He clicked his tongue ring across his teeth and sighed. God this was boring. Not wanting to follow Vincent around everywhere, he stood where he was as his cousin went down the line of butlers and began assigning them. That was interesting enough; having his own Butler. His handsome features seemed to brighten at the idea of having something of his own. Well At least for the Time being. He watched as his cousin went from Butler to Butler. Roman wondered idly if he would get one. As if his mind had been read, Vincent assigned him a Butler. He clapped his hands together loudly and bowed in respect.
"Oh goody!" He giggled happily, a smile plastering itself to Romans face. Did this mean Vincent was going for let him stay?! Oh yay! His vacation was still on, thankfully! He could already feel the white sand between his toes and see his dolphin friend from earlier returning! This was just he needed! Maybe he could sleep without crying and aching. Oh how delightful that sounded!
1234Roman stared at the tall blonde Butler and could almost feel himself drool. Oh where did his cousin get these men from? They were all different in their own way, but each one was attractive. He blinked a few times, wondering if that would change their appearances. Thankfully it didn't. Dear Lord, what would he do around all these beautiful men? His recently ex fiance seemed to drift further and further away as his personally appointed Butler made his way toward him. At the sight of the blonde males lips, roman almost fainted. Dear jesus they were perfect. His cheeks flushed and he began fanning himself and acted like he was faint. A drama queen, he was.
"Oh my aren't you just adorable! You have the most perfect lips." He said with googly eyes and a fake southern accent. He sighed longingly before stopping his act altogether.
"Anywho, I'm Roman. Obviously. Hehe, and you're Jasper huh? Well, it certainly is my pleasure to make your acquaintance.." He said softly, his eyelashes fluttering against his pale skin. His freckles seemed to stand out in the dim light and his dimples were on point. He cleared his throat and moved his gaze away from the attractive blonde, completely oblivious fact that the male was his cousin's ex boyfriend. He looked down at his bags as Jasper spoke, his eyes immediately sparking with alarm. He almost slapped the butlers hand away but refrained from doing so.
"Ah yes.. Thank you. I can handle my cello though." He said awkwardly with a curt nod.
1234Roman's cello meant a lot to him and he didn't even like people breathing on it. It was his baby, his drug, his outlet, and his only love. He grabbed the large case and picked it up tenderly. The case was worn, but still in good enough shape to ensure the instrument no harm. Across the front of the case in cursive was the beauty's name, 'Francesca.' He had named her the day he got her. He remembered how he sunlight hit her strings just right and the way she squealed when he first played her. At the time, he barely knew how to play the cello but was ever so determined to master the instrument. He named her Francesca after a beautiful woman he had met when he was just a child. She was his first straight crush. Something about the way she walked and talked and smiled had hit him hard, and his cello seemed to mimic her exact figure. Francesca had been a no brainer.
1234Roman looked up at his cousin, worried about the sudden harshness in his voice. Well, he supposed that he saw this one coming though. He hung his head and bit his bottom line before scurrying after his cousin. His mind ran frantic with different outcomes of this situation. He could still be sent away. He could stay. He could get killed, cause Vincent looked pretty unhappy. Either way, he didn't think this would end too well. His hair veiled any facial expressions from the people around him and his face was beet red. He shuffled forward until they seemed to be in a small and private room.
Breathe Roman.. Just breathe. It'll be okay. Put on your mask. Don't cry. Just don't cry.
He changed inside his head as he took a seat on something that squeaked when he sat. He breathed in and out deeply, calming and soothing his soul and wasn't long before he was the childish and bubbly boy everyone knew and adored.
1234 Lets start with you.. Oh great, roman was first. Of course all the spotlight on him. He looked up hesitantly, his amber gaze slowly switching to a bright emerald color. It was something that he had been able to do since he was little, and usually only happened when he felt intense emotions. He cleared his throat and felt his eyes turn large and puppy dog like.
"I-I apologize." He muttered awkwardly, blushing and looking away from his cousin. He was right, he probably should have called to notify him that he should be expecting him. He just really wanted to surprise him it had been so long since the two had seen each other! And... And... Roman slapped his forehead in aggravation and sighed. He was an idiot, a buffoon. This should have never happened. He should have never shown his face. Why did he think things would go right for him? I mean, we should they? He just got disowned by his father and he love of his life left him so why did he expect his cousin to take him in with open arms? ********. Once he noticed how upset he must have looked, he tried to perk himself up and gave his cousin a smile.
1234Roman was very well aware of the eyes watching from all around the room. He folded his hands neatly in his lap and shook his head to get the hair out from his face.
"Well. Hmm. Your uncle isn't too fond of me anymore." He replied cautiously. His eyes went to his bag by jasper and he quickly stood up and moved toward it. He reached down and pulled out a bag of sour gummy worms and opened the bag. It was a weird habit he had managed to pick up somewhere along the way. Roman liked to snack. If he ever felt distraught, bored, or wasn't kept entertained, he would eat. And eat. And eat. It was pretty bad and cost a lot of money. Honestly, he was surprised he want fat by now. He took a worm and popped it in his mouth and chewed on it, savouring the sour sugar followed by the sweet gummy. He chewed on the candy and closed his luggage and moved back to the leather chair. He sat down awkwardly and dug his hand in the candy and was pleased with how relaxed he felt.
I suppose you're looking for an explanation.. He murmured as he leaned back and examined two words attached to each and then before popping it into his mouth. He moaned softly and let out a small sigh. So good.
"Well. I can't show you the evidence because it would be inappropriate and I wouldn't want to frightened our company, But let's just say he doesn't approve of my lifestyles and I was.... disciplined for it." He said nonchalantly with a slight shrug, as if the thought meant nothing to him. He chose his words carefully and looked up at Vincent menacingly as if to dare him to question his word choice.
1234Roman looked away from his cousin, his eyes moving from guest to Butler. He yawned and dipped his head low and faced his cousin again, hoping the sorrow in his eyes wasn't visible.
"And Jace and I...well. We aren't doing so well." He refused to tell his family what had actually happened. The truth was, Roman had really been dumped after he was in the hospital for a week. There roman had been, daydreaming of his fiance nursing him back to health in their newest apartment, only to have himself go home alone and left with nothing but memories. The first few nights were to worst. Crying himself to sleep, waking up screaming and then realizing that everything was okay. Daddy couldn't hurt him anymore. But the moment he went to go for a cuddle with his love, he would find just satin bed sheets and cry until there were no tears left to shed. The first week was practically sleepless, until he discovered the magical healing affects of alcohol. Thank the Lord right? It has been a month, everything still felt so fresh.. Which was why he came here. To get his mind away from everything.
1234Roman looked up at his cousin and gave him his famous carefree smile. As children, Vincent had always protected roman from whatever mischief he causes. To be honest, he was very afraid of telling his cousin of what actually happened. What if he was upset and did something he would regret? Romans heart seemed to be pounding.
"I just.. I need to get away for a little while, cousin. I was hoping the surprise would please you but see that it's done the opposite. I apologize and hope you'll allow me to stay.." He said gently, the serious roman beginning to come out of his shell. He sighed and finished off the bag of gummy worms and sat there, twiddling his thumbs.



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Violet eyes watched the master of the house inspecting his line of butlers, Rhys assumed to ensure they all looked smart and clean and, well, like butlers should look. His eyes darted to the side, spotting a man reading. He could swear he’d seen that face before somewhere. His brow furrowed in thought but then it hit him. Right that was that famous author guy Avidan…something. Huh. He looked angrier than in the photograph on the back cover of his books. Rhys wasn’t really a fan of the guy. Not that his books were bad, they just not to the boy’s taste. Horror novels weren’t his cup of tea. His head whipped around as someone behind him spoke.

“Oh hello- Oh crap.” He shut his mouth, heart skipping a beat because holy hell that was the last person he had expected to see here. “Rae Hyuk.” He smiled, laughing softly, “Sorry I’m just a bit surprised to see you here. I mean…wow it’s been a while, right? Last time I saw you I’m pretty sure I was still in high school.” He followed the redhead’s line of sight, “It’s really something, isn’t it? They look so official all lined up like in the movies or something…I mean movies with butlers in them not movies about butlers that would be silly and I’m gonna shut up now.” Smooth moves, Rhys. College had failed to teach him how to gracefully deal with old flames, it seemed. Not that Rae Hyuk was an old flame, but they had met in the past and maybe some stuff had happened. All PG, of course or his parents would have killed him. He sighed going back to looking around to dispel his own awkwardness, wincing slightly as a loud voice echoed in the foyer and yet another redhead entered the house. Jesus how many redheads could be under one roof? Well, it looked like the rest of the guests were arriving, so their little orientation or whatever was likely to happen soon.

As he once again glanced down the line of butlers, Rhys’ eyes met Vincent’s. Had the other man been staring at him? Surely not, it was ridiculous to think so. He wasn’t really worth staring at and certainly there were more interesting people to look at, but just like that the stare was broken as Vincent addressed the group of guests. This was it; he’d be assigned his own personal butler! He wondered which of those men standing before him would be his. Not his but…ah ******** it, it was just semantics.

Of course he would be last, that’s how it always was when you wanted something to happen right away. He sucked in a breath, the anticipation metaphorically killing him as Vincent announced his butler. Rhys looked to the line-up to see which one it was and….he wasn’t there. Was that a bad sign? Maybe this butler didn’t exist and this was some cruel joke Abel was playing on him. Wouldn’t be the first time Abel had played such pranks, but he’d never done anything like that to Rhys. But then Vincent instructed him and a few others, including the loud and overly bubbly one, to follow him upstairs. As if not officially meeting his butler wasn’t enough, now this? Worry settled into Rhys’ stomach as he followed the group up the stairs. He sat down when instructed, glancing around, but it wasn’t as if anyone else in the room was going to give him any assurance as to what the hell was going on. And then the tiny tirade began.

Rhys squirmed in his seat as Vincent rounded on the redhead whom Rhys had gathered was some kind of family member, clearly unhappy about his arrival. He wished, for once, that he could turn invisible or at the very least that his butler had been there in the beginning so he would be spared listening to awkward family arguments. Wasn't it a bit unprofessional to have a guest be privy to that kind of thing anyway? Heck even if this wasn't a business, people usually didn’t conduct their personal or family disputes in front of non-family members. And it only got more uncomfortable when Vincent turned his gaze to one of the butlers. Clearly he had some kind of animosity or bad blood with the guy, but Vincent seemed pretty peeved about…a lot of things, actually. At the order to have his butler fetched, Rhys stood up. “Uhm…maybe I should just go wait for him…outside this room.” Yes, getting out was plan A here. “I mean I don’t really need to be here for this, right?” His tone was uneasy, trying both to get himself out of this, but also trying not to insult Vincent. The man had brought him upstairs for something, but if it was only to get his butler then he really had no reason to stay and listen in on private matters. But just like some kind of sick, twisted magic, things got even more awkward as Roman (whom Rhys now knew to be Vincent and Abel's cousin) began to speak. And did he really need to hear all of this? Not even five minutes in and already this was more awkward than trying to have a conversation with your dentist. Rhys huffed softly, steeling himself. Enough was enough, after all. He wasn't going to sit here while these guys unfolded their personal soap opera leaving him stuck in the middle.

"I'm going. You can continue your little...chat without me, I think. Mr. Walker I look forward to my stay here and hope that perhaps we can be introduced properly under better circumstances." He walked out of the room, closing the door a bit harder than he had intended but really, how rude. He would never have put his personal life on display in front of strangers and especially not guests! He marched down the hallway back to the steps,stopping when it hit him that holy s**t he'd just basically chewed out Vincent Walker! Rhys covered his face his with his hands, groaning loudly. "Auuuugh ******** he's probably so mad at me. You can't scold the master of the house in his own house! Rhys you're stupid...But I'm not about to apologize after that." That would make him look weak which was worse than simply being rude. At least being rude meant you could stand up for yourself albeit in the wrong way. Some vacation this was turning out to be.

With a loud sigh Rhys continued on his journey, though he had no idea where he was going. Still, anywhere was better than going back and someone would find him eventually, right? He just hoped it wasn't Vincent. He wasn't sure he'd be able to handle meeting that guy alone in these halls.

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Something was off, he could sense it as soon as his cousin had sat down and uncomfortably shifted in his seat, there was more going on to this situation than what he had orignally thought. The redhead studied Roman's face which seemed to twist into something more disappointed and humiliated than he had originally expected to see. What exactly was going on in this one's mind? He leaned forward as his cousin hesitated to speak, but finally his words began to flow out...First he started about his father, and then went on to briefly explain that his partner and himself weren't on the best of terms either. 'Mmm'- it was the only thing Vincent said in response as he leaned back in his chair once more and contemplated the situation. Room arrangements would have to be changed, obviously someone was without a butler...for now... and also meal preparations and regular cleanings of another room would have to be scheduled now too. What a headache...

It was at that time that Abel's friend piped up. Something or another about him not needing to be there. Vincent more or less ignored him for the moment, he had more important things to take care of than a socially awkward kid. He didn't need to be leaving the room and wondering around the halls on his own anyways. He was Abel's guest, not Vincents, he'd leave when Abel left and his butler was there to escort him. Besides, why hadn't Roman contacted him sooner if this were the case? This whole situation could have been avoided if he had. He understood it had been a while since the two had spoken to each other but that still didn't constitute why he'd just randomly show up at his doorstep so unexpectedly. Were things really that bad in his kin's life? He'd have to ask his own father more about was going on, and at the very least let him know that Roman was safe at his home with him- for now. If Vincent didn't strangle him first.

No- he couldn't be too mad, not with the way Roman came at him. He knew exactly how to pull at the b*****d's heart strings- it must have been during childhood that he had learned to manipulate the larger male so well. He shook his head slightly as he watched the other grab for his bags and pull out a thing of candy, another childhood memory brought back before him. The thought was interrupted though by the voice of Abel's friend once more and Vincent turned his eyes on the pink haired male. It was like watching a car accident- the way that Rhys words clumsily and awkwardly fell out of his pale ivory lips. There were a few choice words Vincent pinpointed. 'Little Chat' 'I think'- actually it was pretty much every single word that dropped out of the lanky boy's ignorant mouth. It was like a switch, how fast Vincent's face went from understanding to outright pissed. He sat for a second only to let the friend exit before raising his finger to Roman to signal he'd be right back to give the other a response.

As he was standing, he noticed Allen had finally made his way into the room. Before Vincent exited he looked at the butler. "Two minutes, give me two minutes then come outside and come fetch this thing that was allowed into my home." Shooting a look at Abel, Vincent exited the room, giving the door a harsh slam to express his displeasure of having to chase down a peasant who obviously didn't know his place in the grand scheme of things around this home. Each step was like a clap of thunder as Vincent made his way hurriedly down the hallway and after the puff of pink who had decided to 'excuse' himself and wander around freely in someone else's home. Where was he? Where was....there he was?

Quickening his pace Vincent hurriedly met the other's back and immediately snatched his wrist up; Dragging the other, and yes, literally dragging him, he pulled the other to the nearest wall and shoved him against it. "What the ******** is wrong with you?" Vincent barked harshly at the other, looking down at him and locking red irises on the other's orbs. A fist flew, not at the boy, but at the wall directly behind him leaving a loud thud in response and causing a nearby painting to vibrate. "I'd like to know who the hell you think you are, speaking to me like that. I swear to god if you ever open up your ugly [********] mouth up like that to me ever again I'll shove the expensive leather of my boot so hard and far up your a** that you'll be able to taste it." ...temper Vincent, temper. He let out a ragged breath. He didn't want to act like that anymore right? Wasn't that the whole point to him stopping his drinking? He took at step back, though his eyes were still very much locked on to the smaller male. "I will make a few things clear to you, here and now. You are not my guest. You are not even a paying customer, Abel paid your way in here because you could not even dream to afford a vacation here otherwise. Your opinion holds no weight or value in this home, and I don't know how you were raised and frankly I don't care but obviously it was somewhere they did not teach you manners- you are not allowed to run around in my home unescorted." Calmer, he needed to be calmer. "Obviously your mouth is bigger than your brain, don't open up your mouth to me again- or I'll see that you swim home."

That was it. That was as calm as he could be with the other right now- he looked down at his watch, Allen should be coming out right about now to fetch the friend. Vincent looked back up at the pink haired boy, ignoring the expression on his face. "Stay here, someone will be fetching you." And with that he turned and walked back down the corridor until he reached the drawing room once again. He entered quietly, much of the opposite way he had exited. He took his place in his chair before resting his eyes on his cousin once again and beginning to speak, his words calmed and collected: "You're welcome to stay here. You always are, however make sure not to make any unexpected visits anymore if it can be helped, my home doubles as a business now, I trust you to respect that." He sat further back into his chair now, he could feel himself coming back down from his earlier tantrum. "Now-" he started again. "Your explanation," he asked, attention turning to the dark haired butler.

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  Jin had to hide the scoff that threatened to sound from his lips at the masters response. No he was not getting that. No matter how much Vincent might order him around for it. Even if his lips said nothing of disobeying a direct order, his eyes were clear, that was a firm no. Vincent had practically promised him to stay off such things and Jin was not going to help him break that promise by bending over and saying 'yes' to absolutely everything. This was perhaps exactly why he was the mans personal butler in the first place, he had the back bone to think beyond the orders and to what the man actually needed. To mask his disapproval a smile flitted on his lips and he nipped his head. "Very well, I will get you something familiar" he croaked in a low tone. A secret smirk told Vincent that he wasn't all that mad about the little wish from the lord. Though it vanished as soon as the doors first opened and he had no actual time to fetch the drink at the current time.
  
  People. The foyer was practically filled with them, guests and alike were drawing in from the double doors and settling into the confinement of the large mansion. Here they would be spending a unknown length of time with their given butlers. Of course his hues drew over each and one that entered those doors, both the unknown and known. As the Head servant of them all, it was his responsibility to make sure their graciously loaned butlers did a proper job to please them. Jin would not be satisfied with anything less than perfection from the staff he practically lead. Honestly some of his staff he was uncertain actually would manage the job at all, but time would tell and this was what Vincent wanted so he complied without much question.
  
  First there was Rhys Valentine; a particularly flamboyant boy, then Rae Hyuk Woo; a man he knew little about other then the name and brief story. The fact one of these was a red head clearly amused Jin, only if it showed to people who actually knew him. Nothing could possibly beat the introduction of Roman however, the cute cousin who Jin remembered from back in the days. He had to suppress a chuckle, not wanting to seem unprofessional and to not get Vincent glaring at him, because he was clearly not very pleased. Then again, it did not take a lot to get his master in a fowl mood. It was funny how his own amusement most likely dropped to a endless pit at the visual image of the next man. Dark hair, red eyes and that particular walk and way of carrying himself, there was no mistaking this one person for somebody else, Cain Terrace; a thorn in his side that he had hoped he had gotten rid of, apparently not.
  
  A mass of blue hair caused him sigh, well.. This would indeed, be a interesting next few days at the very least. People from the past all over the place and Jin knew better then anybody that Vincent did not have a 'happy' past. Of course he didn't miss that one author that had been silently observing thus far and probably was just as 'stiff' as himself. Everything was not only observed by him, but also Vincent who was now pretty much ready to attend to all his guests, Jin believed he was doing quite well despite the... Well surprises.
  
  Introduction, rules and then a series of orders and the head butler stepped ahead of the male gently in a few fluent moments he had the door opened to the all of them, waiting til the last person was inside before shutting it behind himself and then he proceeded to lure his way for some refreshment. First was his master of course, not wanting to disturb his series of questions he simply placed a glass of grape juice nearby the red headed male before offering the rest of the people iced water with citrus. Once that was dealt with he proceeded to stand by Vincent's side in his usual pose, though this time the tray he had used to serve was pressed gently against his side by a hand holding it in place.
  
  Honestly he felt as if Vincent was ready to blow up and he certainly kept a eye on him. Roman tried his very best to explain himself and Jin looked at him with a certain gentleness that spoke of his more, softer nature. After all he knew pain well, had experienced it personally and well he didn't wish it on anybody and he could see whatever that had happened to the poor little cousin, pained him very much. He suspected Vincent would forgive the cousin for the time being, after all he was not that mean, however the fact that a certain person spoke up.. Well that was bad. Jin stared at Rhys, just how naive could one get? Did the boy seriously think Vincent would accept being spoken to like that? Jin shook his head, this was bad. Jin braced himself for the worst.
  
  And there it was. A sigh escaped his lips at the slam of a door sounding out trough the room, he swallowed and had half a mind to follow to make sure the male didn't beat the pink haired male bloody in front of so many others. However he trusted Vincent to keep his temper in check at least a bit and stayed within the room, keeping a eye on the others to make sure there weren't any others who tried to escape the fury of Vincent. Because he would kindly remind them who owned this home and what he had told them to do just few minutes ago.
  
  where: Foyer > Drawing room || with: Vincent - Gathering || doing: Lots || feeling: wide mixture of emotions || [[ooc: -- ]]

[Ta Lu]

Yet I have made it here.

Bearing this love, my dear.

Bearing the weight of it upon my knees.

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And still I wonder...AND STILL I WONDER...And still I wonder
✦DO I DARE DREAM, IF I SCREAM YOUR NAME
And still I wonder...AND STILL I WONDER...And still I wonder
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A L L E N ✦ E V A N S

Ah, he could feel the subtle dread as he climbed those polished steps. They were very different from the wooden ones at home, but they were steps and no doubt, when you climbed stairs like this, there was always an outburst and sure enough, there came a loud voice that had a little too much and he quickly side stepped out of the way before the door flew open with a streak of dark pink flying pass him. Allen glanced back and made note on which direction he was flying towards, his feet drumming down the steps that he had just walked up. His eyes narrowed he could already feel the bags under his eyes forming, this was going to be a rowdy bunch.

Allen drew in a deep breath and let it out as he knocked gently thrice, opened the door and let the weight of the door lean into his fingers as he guided it shut with nothing more but a clear ka-click when he released the knob and the bolt slid back into its recessed hole.

Danger Oh he could smell the sulfur in the room, no doubt that outburst from the bubblegum prince had cranked the knob in Vincent's temper. In fact he could smell the fire and brimstone that billowed into his face when Vincent bolted up and stalked up to him, his face right in his and more or less hissed, "Two minutes, give me two minutes then come outside and come fetch this thing that was allowed into my home."

Allen nodded, looked down,and pulled his sleeve from his wrist, "Noted, sir." He said quietly as Vincent was good enough to open his own door, good for him! And slammed it no less! Allen's eyes slowly rose up towards the frame of the door and up to where the wall met the ceiling, he certainly hoped the wall was built sturdy enough and the paint wouldn't start chipping.

He turned to the remaining people in the room and gave them a polite bow. There was Royce, Jin and a raven haired man who he did not know but from the looks of him he was perhaps one of the Heads like the former, he tipped his head towards them. Then there was Abel, the young Master who he looked after and he gave a small nod and then....and then there was another younger looking red head, hair short and neatly trimmed to his neck and cheeks, he was chewing on a bag of...gummy worms? Out of all the wealthy and exorbitantly priced sweets someone could get, he had a bag of colorful chewy worms and near him was Jasper and....a rather large case. Allen's head canted, a cello. Hm.....bright red hair like the Walker Brothers, a awful sweet tooth like one he knew very well, and a cello, this young man was not on the roster list, ah! He gave gentle smile towards Roman who had somewhat settled his nerves with the sweets but was still hanging onto the discomfort he had before.

"Welcome to the Illustrious Walker Mansion, I am Allen Evans, Master Abel's butler. You must be... Roman Walker?" He asked, his voice gentle yet well tuned and volumed to one who was use to talking in front of a crowd and the way he said his name sounded very much like a roster call from a teacher. It was not hard figure out, sometimes he would hear the name dropped here and there, and while he was in school he had often indulged in musical numbers that became popular among the wealthy class. His shoulders rose slightly, "I hope you enjoy your stay. Jasper is a very skilled patissier and he may not look like it, but he can play very well on the Grand."

And....There is as the thunderous pound and the rise of a voice, he pushed back his sleeve 1 minute, 30 seconds, he let the sleeve fall and gave them another bow, "Please excuse me, it seems my time is up. Please enjoy your day, ah, yes...Master Abel. Please try to keep what we discussed. It's becoming an attractant around this time if you keep your windows open." He said lightly, hinting about Abel's tendencies of dropping and leaving candy wrappers all over the floor in his room and it was starting to string in some curious buzzy visitors from outside. He quietly left the room and he could feel the burn on the back of his neck. Yes, he was very well aware that he spoke directly to Abel and to Roman and even nudge the possibility of having Jasper play for someone he didn't really want to. So it was a tad out of line, but it was still within the rules and regulations. And his justification? Well, it was all the other stiff coats were so stiff. And if a butler was to anticipate something before its occurrence and to know a patron's needs beforehand and immediately, then it was a wonder there was little comfort directed towards Roman, especially when it was easily read. Not to mention, a perfect line no matter how beautiful the calligraphy, was only made more beautiful with an imperfect pen, the slight accents and splatters from that perfect line made rest of the piece much more enjoyable to look at.

Allen's feet carried him swiftly down the hall and he only slowed to take in the situation near the bottom of the stairs where Vincent and Rhys were. He shook his head and wondered why he bothered taking this position, it was no different from the one he was in before, except on another island, under a different house name, under the thumb of yet another hot tempered red head. The joys of servitude and loyalty.

He was just a few steps shy when Vincent wheeled around and stormed up pass him, and headed back to the drawing room. He let out a breath and saw that Rhys' bags were still in the foyer, waiting. He glanced at the young man who had his back to the wall near one of the hallway paintings, looking a bit grey in the face if not rattled. He stepped down and towards Rhys. There was a light crackle to catch the young man's attention.

In front of the bubblegum prince, was a small wrapped yellow piece of hard lemon candy, handmade and wrapped in wax paper. "My name is Allen Evans, Master Abel's butler, it seems as though I've been assigned to you for the time being. You were not on the expected guest list, may I have your name?" He inquired from a side glance.

[emotionally compromised]

█ `Mood : Unsettled
█ `Location: Foyer
█ `Company: Rae Hyuk Woo

And there was the head servant - Jin, following Vincent like the obedient butler that he was. Mylo’s eye flickered up to him briefly, their eyes meeting for a split-second and even then, he knew there was some sort of warning that lurked behind the head servant’s otherwise impassive demeanor. Mylo had been staying in the mansion long enough to pick up subtle enough cues. Without so much as a murmur, he adjusted his position accordingly to mimic the head servant’s pose. When the younger brother - Abel - sidled up next to his brother, Mylo diverted his gaze to the front door. While he found Vincent and that butler of his intimidating, the younger brother was more of a...nuisance. He could be a little s**t if he wanted to and more often than not caused troubles whenever Vincent had his back turned. The little s**t transformed into an angel whenever Vincent’s attention was on him and it just made Abel all the more infuriating.

Just thinking of the trouble that Abel is capable of bringing was making his head hurt so he tried to divert his attention to the front door instead, which was opened by the additional servants, and came in a...pink haired man. The shock of pink hair certainly stood out in the spacious foyer and to top it all off, he was being all bouncy and excited, waving to one of the individuals at the top of the stairs. Mylo could not possibly imagine this man being friends with Vincent and so he deduced he was a friend of the younger Walker. If that was true, would this one be also a troublemaker? Good lord, he was already dreading anything troublesome during the guest’s stay in the mansion.

While the pink-haired man was in awe, another guest slipped in and the moment Mylo’s eye landed on the redhead, he felt something niggling at the back of his mind. Pushing the man’s flirtatious attitude aside, there was something about the redhead that was awfully familiar, he just couldn’t figure out what. The more he started to think about it, the more Mylo became agitated; he hated not being able to remember something when it was at the tip of his tongue. He shuffled in his place and tensed up, his eye shooting to the head servants and to Vincent, wondering if they saw his small movement. When they did not acknowledge it, Mylo was able to relax minutely.

When another redhead walked in - goodness, there were just a lot of redheads - he walked with familiarity and, rather than just stop by the entrance, walked up the steps and spoke with Vincent and Abel casually. Ah. This must be family then. As the redhead kept on chatting, he almost failed to notice the man who entered along with the redhead who looked like he was a deer caught in the headlights. If Mylo weren’t trained as he was, he would have let out a small chuckle at the utter dumbstruck expression the guest sported. Considering that it was rude to stare, he merely averted his gaze, wondering just how many more guests would show up. Without much fanfare, a tall man entered the mansion, looking utterly bored from Mylo’s perspective.

There was a moment of silence, until Vincent spoke up. The pleasant smile dropped from the owner’s face once he situated himself in front of the lineup of butlers and addressed the guests quite seriously. Mylo listened as Vincent welcomed the guests, laying out the ground rules and informing them what’s acceptable and what’s not. He congratulated himself for not reacting one bit when Vincent essentially told the guests that the butlers were his, as if they were merely his
items in his possession. ‘I wouldn’t put it past me to think Vincent does think of us as mere possessions,’ he thought snidely, though his face was schooled into an impassive one.

When Vincent started moving, assigning the butlers to the guests, Mylo started a bit when Vincent gestured to the redhead named Mr. Woo. The name sounded familiar, and the annoyance of not being able to remember something came back with a vengeance. As he closed the distance between him and the guest, he schooled his expression in a pleasant one. A smile lifted the corner of his lips, as he came to a stop in front of Mr. Woo. This close, he was able to discern more of the guest’s features. Aside from the red hair, he had noted from when he had spoken earlier that there was a slight accent.

The eyepatch covering Mr. Woo’s right eye certainly gave Mylo a pause, but he didn’t allow himself to stare openly. Mylo recovered quickly enough to situate his right hand on top of his jacket’s left lapel and gave the guest a bow to show respect. “Welcome, Mr. Woo. My name is Mylo Hainsworth, it would certainly be my pleasure to serve you during your stay.” They were practiced lines, practiced just enough for him to get the words down right and to have the intonation while saying it. Keep the tone light and pleasant enough, in order for the guest to feel at ease.

When he straightened, it hit him right then and there. Rae Hyuk Woo. Of course, how could he have forgotten? Granted, it has been a few years since they last talked. Or more accurately, all contact between them stopped when he was shipped to this island. They have been in contact a bit throughout the years they’ve known each other but it sort of petered out when they grew older, exchanging an email or two every once in a while. Now, though, what with their communications being monitored, Mylo just stopped communicating with Rae altogether. Oh how things were easier back when they were children...

Now that he thought about it, Rae looked the same - still with that bright hair, those equally bright eyes, his smile from earlier. Mylo was frankly shocked he didn't make the connection earlier. Although Rae had obviously grown since the last time Mylo saw him - and it had been quite some time ago - there were still traces of the young Rae that Mylo got to know. Nostalgia gave way to shame and dread as he realized he would be, essentially, serving his childhood friend during his stay.

This was not how he imagined their reunion to be like, either. As a master and as a servant, how laughable. His lips thinned, his breath catching on his next inhale. The familiar feeling of panic was bubbling to the surface. He’d rather not come in contact with Rae - no, Mr. Woo - while he was a butler. A butler because of his parents sending him away. A butler that was supposed to follow his master like a damned dog. A butler who was expected to act accordingly as long as he was under the owner’s roof, unable to leave without permission. God knows how long he will have to stay in this damned mansion putting up airs.

When Mylo became aware that he was standing rigidly, he cleared his throat and plastered a small smile on his face, not giving away that he was this close from breaking his facade from his expression. From now on, he was a mere servant to Mr. Woo and he would act as such. He doubted Vincent would allow him to be friendly with Mr. Woo; and since Mr. Woo was a guest, he could only surmise that his relation with Vincent was either a friend or...something else. Mylo didn’t want to speculate.

“I would gladly take your bags for you and show you to your room to get you situated.” Mylo continued, straightening his posture and bending down to get hold of the guest’s bags. From around them, he could hear the other butlers attending to their own guests. A quick glance towards the staircase showed Vincent and some others heading upstairs, before he returned his attention to Mr. Woo. “Shall we?” He extended a hand towards the stairs, gesturing. If he remembered the room assignments correctly, Mr. Woo’s room was on the second floor.

[Prince Lotor]

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▹Mood: Quite irritated ▹Thoughts: [******** you and your temper... ▹Location: Drawing Room
▹Company: Vincent, Cain, Roman, and Jin at least
▹Clothing: Outfit ✩Out Of Chocolate: Ummm I think I got everything?

▹▹▹Finally the doors opened! And of course a little mess of bubble gum hair was the first to come bouncing in. Abel instantly perked up and a sweet smile spread across his perfect pink lips at the sight of his best friend. He gave an excited wave back, ruby red eyes peering down for a second before slyly glancing to the side at his brother. He didn't look to pleased. It didn't take long for Abels attention to be drawn back to the door two red heads came in one after the other, and Abel of course knew the second. What a lovely surprise! The young man had had no idea that his cousin would be coming and was more than thrilled to see his lovely face grace his brothers entryway. "Roman~" Abel cooed, as he welcomed the embrace from his cousin, flashing a toothy smile at the compliment.

The sight of a tall dark figure making his way up the stairs, drew Abel's eyes away from his cousin. Ah wonderful, just in time. Abel had begun to worry if Cain was actually coming or not. Of course, he would have been just fine without his butler, but he did quite enjoy the mans company. A lot actually. The boys smile shifted into something much more wicked as his eyes danced over to his brother to catch his expression. A little smirk. Just enough to please Abel. He knew about his brother and current butlers little love affair and found it quite amusing that Cain was now his. Of course, Vincent had chosen Jin over the lovely Cain, and Abel saw it as his brothers loss and his own gain. Turning his attention to the dark haired male, Abel grinned and nodded his head in response, looking up at the taller man through long thick lashes. "Mmhmmm~" Abel was more than pleased that his favorite butler was there. He could have his own fun and Vincent couldn't do anything about it. Ah the perks of having a butler that worked for Daddy~

As Vincent made his way down the stairs and started giving a speech, Abel took up his relaxed position on the banister next to Cain and leaned back propping himself up with his elbows. His head dropped back lazily, and crimson locks fell into his eyes as he looked up at the man. Mmn he was lovely~ As his brother drolled on, Abel didn't really listen. His mind was elsewhere, thinking about all the mischief he could cause with Cain and Rhys. It was definitely going to be fun.

A sharp snap brought his attention back to his brother and he rolled his eyes as he stood up. What now~ Oh he didn't look happy, and Abel wasn't really in the mood to deal with it. Not that he actually would have to, but his brothers moods were infectious and if he wasn't happy, then no one was happy. Wonderful..." Able muttered and casually followed behind everyone into the drawing room. He took a seat in a plush chair, and sitting almost exactly like his brother, propped his cheek on his fist. His expression was quite unamused as his eyes danced around those in the room. They landed on Rhys and he gave a gentle reassuring smile, while his brother and cousin chatted. Abel wasn't listening at all... he had a bad habit of listening to only what he wanted to hear, and what his family was talking about didn't interest him. Plus his mind was racing with excitement and possibilities. He couldn't wait to talk to his best friend. It had been a while since they had seen each other and definitely had a lot of catching up to do.

Oooh things got exciting, when the little bubble gum prince stood up. Abel lifted his head, crimson eyes wide and dancing with curiosity. Since he had entered the room, the red head hadn't said a single word. He didn't need to. Rhys was talking away, telling Vincent that he didn't need to be there. Wonderful~ A smirk slowly curled over his lips, showing just a sliver of pearly white teeth. It however quickly vanished when Rhys left the room and Vincent decided to follow after. He knew that look, and it wasn't good. Shooting a glance up at Cain, Abel pushed himself to his feet, rolling his shoulders and running a hand through his silky red hair. He stood there a moment contemplating whether he should go after them... it took a great deal of consideration before he finally sat back down in the chair, sideways with his legs draped over one of the arms.

Eyeing his cousin munching on what looked like gummy worms, Abel grinned. "Toss me one of those. I need something sweet to distract me from the bad mood floating around." He cooed quite gently and let out a sigh just as Vincent returned. His eyes drifted away to nothing in particular and a bit of a scowl settled on his face. And of course, back to talking and making things to be 'his' way. There was a nagging thought in the back of his mind and he couldn't deal with it any longer. Shooting up from his seated position Abel crossed his arms and glared at his older brother. Dangerous move, but Rhys was his best friend, and in no way deserved to be treated poorly... by anyone. Sure Abel didn't know what Vincent had said or done, but he had a pretty damn good idea. [********, Vincent! What the hell!" He exclaimed and paced a bit, avoiding the gazes of everyone in the room.

"You probably just scared the s**t out of Rhys. What did you say to him? Tell me. He's is a guest after all and just because he has the balls to stand up to you, doesn't mean he should be treated any differently. I figured you'd have better control of your temper in front of guests." Those last words dripped from his lips like poisoned honey and a the corner of his lips twitched up ever so slightly. Abel was treading in dangerous waters, he knew and he didn't really care. Just the thought of Rhys being alone with Vincent doing who knows what made his blood boil. Abel stormed over to the window to try to calm his nerves and glanced outside, before shooting his brother another death glare. Well, this was a great way to start a vacation.








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[Althoci]

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxCAIN TERRACE > Abel's head servant

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  Slouching there on the banister near his 'master' he looked down over the people in the foyer. Oh what a interesting next few days it would be with all these red heads around. He was pretty sure Vincent just loved the idea of that. From the mass of people though there was some sore thumbs, like the blue haired kid who he somewhat recognized and the silent author who was stiffer then Jin standing just few meters of. And well other people who he merely swept his hues over to inspect and take into account, some he knew from the past, others he didn't even know the name off. After all unlike all the other butlers he was not actually 'owned' by Vincent, not technically anyhow and he had not been briefed about who would be joining in on the little holiday experiment. Luckily enough he recognized some of the names that belonged to all the faces standing around in the foyer.
  
  Then came the absolutely boring information and he just had to scoff as Vincent spoke on about rules and well his own need for owning and controlling every little detail Of course the scoff wasn't loud enough for anybody, but Abel who was right next to him to hear. So it wouldn't even be disrespectful, it seemed Vincent still was very much the same as before. At least as far as he could tell so far. His looks had changed, molded into something far more mature and manly, though the familiarity was clearly there. Red hair, hard features and stern eyes. Still had the same air about him, even if older. He already pretty much knew how Vincent liked things, of course some details could have changed over the years.
  
  Usual companion. He grinned at those words slipping from the red heads lips. Oh yes he was ******** and he wasn't planning on going anywhere and hell if he was letting some other butler deal with Abel for him. No that was his job and well if Vincent was really going to attempt this rotation thing, switching out butlers, he really hoped for both their sake that the male did not try and rip him from Abel, because now that would make hell boil over all over again. Well perhaps if he was to work directly under Vincent, but he doubted he would be very pleased with serving anybody else. Time would tell however what Vincent was plotting and as the guy told a few certain people to follow he raised a brow and shook his head. It was almost easy to forget how much Vincent hated surprises, but that was half the fun.
  
  Stretching up to his full height he followed suit right after the little brother of the lot and well inside the room they were asked to sit, Cain didn't quite listen. Instead he leaned lazily against the soft chair Abel had put himself in. First out was Roman, who seemed to be having some issues with his personal life a the current moment and well Cain felt somewhat bad for him, even if he wasn't the type to be over sympathetic there was certain things you just didn't wish unto family and friends. Though it didn't take long before the questions were turned to him and he smile curved on his lips, lips jarred to form a response, but he was cut off by the closing of a door and the disappearance of Abel's friend who had apparently found himself not quite fitting in and ran away from the situation after some badly chosen words.
  
  His eyes narrowed as he kept his hues on Vincent who swiftly followed after. Clearly he was not pleased at all and well Cain had only suspected as much, it seemed his temper was very much intact. Ah, Abel looked at him the boy didn't even need to say anything, that one look was enough and he smiled reassuringly at the young lad before he sneaked out of there, he noted how Jin practically glared him to death, but there was absolutely nothing that one man could do to stop him and he knew it. Cain did not go far, in the distance he spotted Vincent who now had Rhys against the wall, fist to the side of that beautiful face. That was all he needed to see, harsh words and some threatening display, but no actual damage and well Cain left it at that, returning before the red haired male could notice his departure and stalking nature. Swiftly he returned to Abel's side by the chair, slouched against lazily, ignoring the glares from Jin.
  
  Then there it was again, the attention was on him. Once more before he could open his mouth he was interrupted, though by this time Abel and his eyes drew over to the young male who was clearly not happy at all. Now this was dangerous indeed, even if this was the precious beloved little brother Vincent loved so much, glaring and actually cursing, speaking to Vincent in such a manner was not perhaps the best of ideas. Abel of course had his reasons and Cain completely understood why the male had gotten so worked up over his friend. Swallowing dry he stepped closer to Abel, near the window, practically acting like a screen for the time being. IF Vincent truly decided to blow up, well he would have to get passed Cain first. Not that he suspected the man would actually hurt his precious little brother, but Cain only knew the volatile and blind beast that came with the anger Vincent possessed.
  
  "I was sent here by your father" he cut in swiftly, his aloof and fooling nature was gone, as if carried away by the wind and there was a serious undertone that perhaps only Vincent and Jin would understand. There was something more to it, a reason, the fine details. Nothing he would get into now in front of so many others that looked on like gawking dolls. "Put it simply I'm here for Abel" he added and craned his head slightly to the side, glancing at the redhead at the window behind himself who was still clearly fuming over all this and he suspected Vincent was as well. Now that such things had been replied to he actually smiled, that smile that Vincent would know, confidence and yet gentle.
  
  
  where: foyer > drawing room|| with: small group of peeps || doing: standing || feeling: skeptic || [[ooc:Temp layout. ]]