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ｍｏｏｄ Curious, worried
ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ 'I should probably look around... but my penpal. '
ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ Outside a huge mansion.
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Stepping out of the limo, Sailis yawned and stretched before leaving the designated vehicle. Earlier, he was at the airport. Why? Because of a letter he got before. Apparently, he had won a competition, and this was his prize; a trip to... Sailis sighed. He wondered why he suddenly came to such a strange place. It didn't matter though. He had sent a letter to his pen pal, Casanova, although, Sailis found it easier to call him Cas. It was the highlight of his week to be able to send letters to his mysterious somebody. The best part had to be the way he placed little hearts over the i s. It reminded him of a cute girl who was writing a love letter, of course he knew that his pen pal was indeed a man. But it was still wonderful and cute and suited the mysterious male. Originally, the purpose of penpal letters was to pick up his old language French. However, once he met his pen pal, he began to enjoy every week. Hell, he even sent special packaged macaroons once in a while. He had thought about meeting Cas, but he never really brought it up. No one really liked childish looking mute things.

Letting out a sigh, he exited the limo as his driver helped him take out a large suitcase, and a large rolly luggage. On top of the luggage, was a small duffle bag. Thanking the driver, the driver quickly went off. At this point, Sailis wasn't sure if its because of he didn't want to be around the location, or if it was because he was mute. At least the limo was comfy. He was able to sleep peacefully after his long dreading flight. Left with his luggage, he adjusted his mic before taking his bags with him, his backpack on his back, a suitcase in his left, and a rolly luggage with his right. Taking a look at the mansion , Sailis looked at the building in awe, completely mesmerized by the mansion's beauty. "It's so beautiful..." Unknown to him, his mic was still off, making him still barely audible. Looking around, he noticed a few people, causing Sailis to smile. Hopefully he could get some help.

"Excuse me." To Sailis, he was speaking rather normally, but his voice was barely a whisper as he walked up to the flashy male. Somehow, he didn't seem to look okay, making Sailis slightly concerned. "E-excuse me...." looking up at the male, he wondered why some people had the desire to stand out. It made no sense to him at all, but he didn't have the right to judge. He didn't like it when others called him names and judged him hard because he couldn't speak. Even with the surgery, most people still saw him as the sad mute loser. At least, until group presentations came along, or if he turned on his mic. "Are you here to welcome me?" Realizing that there was someone else there, he tipped his head with respect, "E-excuse moi...." Blushing at the fact he swapped languages, he closed his eyes, trying to calm down, "Are you also here to.... welcome...." Sailis felt a growing worry. There was something very wrong with this situation, and he couldn't' put a finger on it.

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"Sailis's regular speaking voice which is super quiet"
Sailis writing something down .
"Sailis's voice using a mic/normal sounding voice aka louder"

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"Life is like a Video Game...."

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He exited the extravagant room after making sure everything was in place. Judging by the noise downstairs, it seemed a few more guests had arrived. He decided to avoid exploring there. The main reason being that there were too many people. plus, if there had been treasure, or anything cool there, they would have found it by now. He decided to take another route, silently making his way down another hallway that looked abandoned. A huge house like this must have somewhere cool that he could go.

He let his thoughts drift as he walked down a blank corridor, trying to decide where he should go. he finally chose to just let his feet carry them where they would. His train of thought finally wound up on the topic of his pen pal. He hoped they had wifi, seeing as he forgot to check. He couldn't wait to tell him about the day he was having. He smiled unconsciously at the thought of his pen pal. He had talked to him online, at first unsure of what he was doing or who this guy was. However, the more he talked to him, the more he grew to like him. He enjoyed every message he got from him, and tried to offer him half as good advice as the other gave. He was one of the few people he ever really told a lot about himself online. And in return, he felt that the other told him about himself too. Then again, people could lie, though by how helpful he had been, he didn't think this was the case.

His thoughts drifted to what it would be like to meet him in person. He was always more outgoing online, so he was sure it would be kind of awkward for him. He also figured that the other would be taller than him. He wasn't short persay, but he was on the shorter side. He wondered if he liked games at all, but somehow doubted it. That wasn't too bad though.

He snapped out of his dazed state as he opened a door to reveal a huge library! The walls and shelves were stacked with books of every shape, size, and color he could think of. he had never seen that many books in one place in his life! He lost himself among the rows and rows of filled shelves, browsing the titles as he ran his fingers over the spines. He wondered who on earth had been here previously. how did they have all the time and money to get these. Then again, seeing as they owned a mansion they could proabably afford it with no trouble. He moved back to the center of the room, noticing the comfortable looking chairs, settling himself in one of them. The place was abandoned, for now, and he figured it couldn't hurt to spend more time here if it stayed that way. he was never good at dealing with people, much less large crowds of strangers.

Where: Exploring
With: No one in particular
Mood: Curious
Thoughts: I wonder what I can find around here.

".....Trying hard to beat the stage"

[A moose sent by Cyberlife]

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Alex and his uncle had a long discussion about the letter and after weighing the pros and cons, they figured there was no harm in him coming. It gave him a chance to travel and see new things. Not to mention that Alex was an adult and whatever decisions he made in life were now up to him. Alec wasnt worried though. He just found this to be a new adventure and so he'd sent out his newest letter to his penpal telling him he was going on vacation and shown up at the airport in Rome at the right time with his ticket, his guitar case, a suitcase, and his Piccolo Pissaro, which stayed under the seat in front of him in its cage.

Alex wasnt sure exactly where he'd landed. All he knew was that the flight had been quite long. He'd spent most of it sleeping or writing or listening to music. Now Alex wouldnt say he was addicted but.... Music was his life blood. It was the one thing that was just all his. Well besides his style that is. Alexander was currently wearing a graphic tank top under a leather biker vest, with slightly ripped jeans, leather slip on shoes and a red wine beanie. He also had his classic skull necklace on.

Alexander was surprised to see a limosuine waiting for him when he got off the plane. The chauffeur was holding a sign with his name on it and before Alex had time to react, the man put his suitcase in the car. Alex preferred to hold onto his guitar case and his bird. While the limo drove god knows where, Alex looked out the windows at the scenery. He realized that they were in the middle of nowhere. The limo finally pulled up to the mansion. Alexander thought the picture in the letter didnt do the house justice. "Eccoci mio piccolo passero." he whispered to his sparrow, who twittered a song in response.

Alexander got out of the car and grabbed his bag. No sooner had he grabbed all his stuff and closed the door, that the limo drove off. He watched it leave, confused, then shrugged and looked around. He noticed a few other males just standing around as well. He put his guitar case on his shoulder and carried his bird's cage in the other hand. He wasn't sure what he should do. Well... maybe he could make friends. "Ah Salve! I see we all have received letters si?" he asked, loudly, his italian accent full and rich. He made a welcome gesture with his hands and smiled.





Here we are my little sparrow.

[Varjoaika]

Mood: curious
Clothes: click
Carrying: one bag
Company: lots of different persons

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The morning had been a chaos. Hiroto wasn't a morning person, not by a long shot. To be honest, he hated early mornings with passion. Getting up before nine was impossible to him, and today was no exception.
He crouched down to yawning, and took the letters from the floor. He lived in a block of flats, in the second floor. He could hear the voices coming from the streets nearby, and birds singing just next to his window.
He lived alone, and his brothers and parents came to visit almost every weekend. He was happy with his life, but now when he looked over the letters a small frown appeared on to his face.
There was still no letter from Cedric.
"Naah.. What's he up to.." he sighed and walked back to his bedroom.
His pen-pal was probably the most important person in his life at the moment. He had been in his life for over 5 years, more or less, and Hiro wanted to keep him for next five years too. Hopefully even much, much more than five.
As he sat down on top of his bed, Hiro noticed there was a letter, that was in brown, somewhat old looking envelope.
He opened the letter rubbing his still so very sleepy eyes with his other hand, and started to read.

"Eeeh?" was the only thing he managed to say when he finally finished the letter. "Wait, wait..! What?" Hiro looked at the paper with growing confusion; he didn't understand it at all.
He hadn't attended any competitions. Or was he? At least he couldn't remember. Maybe.. He had when he had been drunk..? He facepalmed himself, until he soon realized that there had been a time when the flight was leaving.
He had only an half-hour to get into the airport. Hiro rushed towards his wardrobe, shoved clothes, few books, notebook, towel, and few other things into his bag, trying to dress up at the same time.
He was hungry also, but he didn't have time to eat. It would take almost twenty minutes to get in the city, and five minutes get in the airport. As he was in a such a hurry, he didn't even question the letter, or even thought about not going. Of course he would go!

When he finally got in the airport in a record time, he still had eight full minutes time to find the plane. His stomach was rumbling angrily for lack of breakfast, and his breathing was uneven because he had been running since he left his home.
Ah..! No way..! I should've told about this to Ced..! Hiro realized, and mentally punched himself in the face. But now he hadn't time to do so anymore, and he couldn't be sure was there a change to deliver a letter, wherever he was now going..
Somehow he managed to get in the plane in time, and once he found his seat, he sighed loudly, closing his eyes. He was so tired! If the dog from next door wouldn't have started barking in the morning, he would've probably missed the flight. So, lucky him! This was probably the first time he actually liked that small, angry looking terrier.
He did like animals, a lot, but barking dogs.. They weren't exactly his favorite. But he liked even lesser screaming kids, and now he found himself surrounded by them.
The plane was full of children and old people! It seemed that he was the only one from his age, and that made him really uncomfortable. Where was the plane going? Was it some place for kids and old people? He was neither or them! Even though he was a bit naive..
Awwman.. Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all.. He sighed, this time not so loud, and leaned his back against the seat he was sitting on.

The next thing Hiro realized was that the plane was landing. He looked around with confusion, and remembered where he was. So, he must have fallen asleep.. Well, he had been tired after all. Hiro stretched his back, and waited until the plane finally stopped. With agreeing nod for the situation, he stood up and got out of the plane.
He wandered around the airport, thinking the letter he had received. It had told something about a car ride, right..? Soon his question was answered, when he saw a man standing next to a limo, holding a sign saying 'Yoshiki' with big, bold letters. For a little while Hiro just stood there, staring at the man with confusion.
"Um.. Morning! Uh, is that for me? I mean, is it me? That sign.." he asked, rubbing the back of his head. The man just stared at him, and opened the backseat door of the limo. Hiro took that as a yes, and hopped in. He looked around quickly eyes sparkling. It was the first time he was in a limousine, and probably the last.
When the car started to move, he put his bag next to him on the other side of backseats, and glanced at the old driver. "Yo, old man..! Where're we going?" Hiro asked with a grin, but the man remained silent.
For a little while Hiro just waited, assuming that he man was slow with his answer, or that he was deep in his thoughts. After ten minutes he just sighed, and leaned against his seat. Maybe the man wasn't in a mood for small talks. Pity, Hiro was really talkative person.

As they kept going, Hiro looked at the scenery with curiosity. It was really pretty, lots of meadows and forests. Some of the tree leaves were shimmering in the sunlight, and the raindrops made them sparkle every once in a while, when one of the beam lights hit it.
The ride seemed to take awfully long, but finally old man stopped the car, in front of some big building. Hiro's mouth dropped wide open as he looked at the mansion. It was huge!
He got out of the car, dragging his bag with him, and closed the door.
As the car get on the move right away, Hiro took few starlet steps forward. He looked as the car went back the street he had just came brows furrowed. Maybe the man was having a really bad day..
Shrugging that thought away he moved his eyes back to the mansion, and just stood there for a while, appreciating the wind and fresh air he got. He wasn't able to have those too much, since he lived in Osaka, near the city center. As he started walking towards the door, he noticed that the door was open and there was people inside the mansion. They were standing just in the doorway, that's odd.
As a curious person, Hiro took his bag and walked in front of the door, glancing around, trying to figure out should he say hello or no. He remained silent, because there was a lot of speaking already; it seemed that there was two blondes having somewhat passionate argument, or at least the look on their faces told so.

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After laying around for a while Cameron decided to get comfortable. He figured since he and all the other men were going to be here for a while he might as well get cozy. Lifting his suitcase onto the bed, Cameron unzipped the suitcase and opened it to find his clothes neatly folded. In the corner was a journal that held all his letters from his pen-pal that he cherished. Cameron placed the journal in between the matress and the box spring. He felt the need to keep his things secured since he was living with total strangers that he never met. Cameron opened each empty drawer as he placed some shirts in one. He opened another drawer as he placed in some pants and shorts he had brought with him.

Cameron then placed walked into the closet as he grabbed some of the hangers and brought them to the bed. As he continued to unpack all he could thinking about was his pen-pal and nothing more. Other then his sister he felt as though that his pen pal cared more about him than his family, especially his two older brothers. Cameron went back into the closet holding the hangers with his coat and other clothes he wore as he laid them on the rack and spread them out. He placed his shoes in the closet as they laid on the floor next to each other. When all was done he placed the suitcase in the corner of the closet before closing the door behind him.

As Cameron turned back towards the bed the beach caught his eyes. He walked closer to the window as he opened them and could hear the water better. His head then turned towards the door that lead room the hallway. Cameron listened to all the voices as he could tell that more people had arrived. This wasn't going to keep Cameron from exploring the rest of the home. He went to the side of his bed as he pulled the journal from between the bed as he grabbed a pencil and walked out into the hallway. Cameron gently pulled the door shut as he walked out and down the stairs.

As he walked down the stairs he looked around as he had no idea where he would wonder off to.He just walked around until he came to the pool and noticed the clothes and shoes next to it.walked Cameron walked around the pile as he sat on the edge of the pool. He removed his shoes and socks before rolling up his pants and dipping his feet into the cold water.Shivers throughout Cameron's body as he opened his journal and sketch out his view from where he had been sitting.

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Pierce raised his eyes at the blonds come back and couldn't help himself but to laugh. "Pin cushion? I like that, brat." Reaching out, he ruffled up the guys hair and took a step towards the stairs, directing a grin back at the guy. "You're pretty useless to be the help so I'll just go find out what I'm supposed to do myself. Figuring things out for yourself isn't what a brat does anyways." Ah- This was fun. He had no idea why he was pestering some guy he didn't know already, it was just like this guy was asking to have someone in his face. Eh, the weird vibes he got from some people.

Just before he was able to sneak away up the stairs - like a few others had done already - Pierce was stopped when this smaller guy asked in a super quiet voice if they were here to greet him and help him around. Ah, pretty cute for a dude. "I wouldn't ask big shot there. He's not too much help. But, nah. I think we're all in the same situation." Taking another look around the mansion, his eyes eventually landed on the quiet kid again. "Confused and lost. I guess it's a 'figure it out yourself' kinda place. I'm sure you'll be able to use the kitchen, mate. I doubt anyone'll care." It's like he couldn't escape because now another man had joined up with them. A long haired guy, seemed Italian or something by the way he spoke. Ah! Italian. That reminded him of his pen pal and caused a grim look to cross his face.

'When can I write to him again?'

Sighing to himself heavily, Pierce looked intently at the new addition. "Hell, I never thought of it like that. Yeah, I got a letter too. So I guess everyone else here really did get one!" Laughing at himself for being sure an idiot, Piece shook his head and smiled at the group of three before him - although the grin towards Ethan was much less friendly. A few minutes here and he already discovered someone he didn't like. What a joy! But these other two seemed alright. That was a good thing.

Re-adjusted the strap on his backpack, Pierce stretched his arms high above his head and grunted - sleep was really calling him right now. "My name's Pierce Matthews. Nice to meetcha, mates~" Bowing in an over-exaggerated way, he headed towards the stairs. It was about time he found a room to settle down in and call it a night. Despite the fact that there were many other people here he had yet to meet, sleep seemed more important. Maybe just a little nap. There'd be no harm in that, right?

Once he reached the top of the stairs, he was surprised to see that each door had a name on it. Ah, so rooming was already pre-arranged. Obviously someone was hosting all this, but who? And why? It was a little suspicious, but the guys here didn't seem all that bad so far - it was just the brat that got on his nerves. "Matthews, Matthews, Matthews..." He continued to mutter his last name over and over until he spotted the door with his name on it halfway down the hall. Thank god! Opening the door in a hurry, he was pleasantly surprised to see the inside of the room. This was definitely a nice place. Yup, he could get used to it here.

Not really taking the time to look around or inspect much of anything, Pierce threw his bag on the floor, closed the door behind him and flopped down on the bed - in what seemed to be one fluid motion. As soon as he hit the mattress and closed his eyes, he was out! Just goes to show how exhausted he really was.

Nearly thirty minutes later, Pierce opened his eyes and stretched himself out in the bed. "What time is it?" Those words were soft and mainly spoken to himself as he rolled over and spotted a clock on the night stand. Ah, he hadn't been out for too long. That's a good thing. For such a short nap, he felt a lot better now. Of course that wouldn't last long, but long enough for him to get a look around the place and perhaps meet some of the other people here. That'd be nice.

Crawling out of the bed, he noticed that he was still fully dressed in the clothes he had on earlier. 'Man, I really did pass out...' Shrugging to himself, Pierce headed straight for the door. It was time to go exploring! Hopefully find some people and, you know, get used to this place. It'd take a bit, but he wouldn't get anywhere just sitting in his room. Wandering down the hall way that all the rooms were in, he looked around curiously. There were, like... Sixteen rooms here. That was a pretty good amount of people. That just made him wonder why they were all here even more. What a weird situation.

OOC: s**t post is s**t. Location: Snoozin' and now wandering around. Company: Me, myself and I! Mood: Pretty content, that nap was good. Outfit: This!

[kiri_chan08]

No matter how forgetful I am,
I tend to remember every single thing
That revolves around me.
Just be ready when I start calling you names..

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Still in the hallway of this luxurious place of a mansion, Kaie had walked on. His dull golden eyes glanced from one door to the next as he searched for his room. Then from the corner of his eyes, he noticed the plaque name of 'Ronan' at the end of the hallway, the second door to his right. Chuckling softly, he began to mumble again as he gave a slight nod to a nobody. Trudging his feet there, Kaie walked forward, his luggage still in hand while the pack of smoke was still in his pocket. The stench of his alcohol reminiscent into his nostril as a content sigh of dizziness escape his lips. Coming to a halt, he slowly turned to face his door when he found a young boy coming out of his room then disappeared down the steps. Furrowing his brow, his stubby hand reached toward the door and immediately pushed the door opened and there he saw the glamorous room. The beautiful nice layout of the bed with its comforter and there to his left was the bathroom. Next to the bed was a wardrobe and in the center of the room was the beautiful layout of the chandelier that was hanging from the ceiling. It was indeed magnificent if only his wife and daughter were here then everything would of been fine and the two would of have enjoyed this place.

Placing down his luggage right next to the bed, the drunken Kaie stumbled forward onto the bed as he laid flat against the cushion of the silky sheets of the comforter. Laying down, he shifted his attention toward the bathroom when his eyes slowly began to closed on him. Somehow he could feel the touch of his wife's hand as she caressed his cheek. A second layer, he felt as though he had been sleeping on her lap while she gently stroke that emerald hair of his. Her soothing voice rang out as she spoke to him when he felt the slight wind passing them by.

"Kaie, what are you thinking right now? Don't tell me you have a nightmare again..."

Kaie thought about what she had said, his mind still progressing the situation that he was in when a small frown formed onto his face. "What am I thinking right now? As of now, I'm thinking about you and Isolde..." He quietly replied while continuing on, "And no, I haven't had a nightmare for quite some time now. I'm beginning to think that this is all a dream..." Kaie told her knowing that he must of have fallen asleep in his drunken state. Just then he felt something dripping onto his cheek, it was thick, wet, and... bloody? The scent stench his nostrils and when he realized what it was, his face lit in horror. There in front of him was his deceased wife; her face all bloody that had been covered with maggots as they eat away her fleshed. Her hair coarse and tangled while her pale face and skin began to fall apart as the rotten organs began to melt and had a foul oder that could make the living being faint.

"Kaie, what's wrong? Don't you love me anymore?!" She inches closer to him and took a hold of his neck while choking him. "You did this to me! You did this to us! You killed us!!!" her voice ranged out in anger.

Jolting from his sleep, Kaie felt a chill go down his spine when he sat up quickly to rubbed away the sleep. Breaking in a cold sweat, he could feel his heart racing as though that dream had felt real. Breathing heavily before calming himself down, he soon reached into his pocket to take out the letter from his pen pal. Reading the letter once more, Kaie removed himself from his bed and began to unpacked his luggage. Placing the clothes onto the side of his bed, he took out a black ink pen with a notebook. Sitting on the bed silently, Kaie began to write a letter to his pen pal. Placing the pen onto the notebook he began to write.

Dear Waiting. Sorry I was unable to send you a letter. I'm not even sure if this letter will get to you but I hope that you are doing well. You're not getting into trouble again are you? From what you've told me from before, it seems as though your mother seemed to be worried about your well being again. You should listened to her that way you wouldn't end up like me. Parents are there to provide food, shelter, and water for you. If my parents were to be still alive, I would be happy, almost content to even have them here. Aside from that, your siblings, they're not picking on you again are they? If they are, just be patient and before you know it, you'll be out of the house. That I can promise you and since you are still young you still have a long way to go as well. Don't be like me who had lost everything. My family and my loving wife and daughter. To be honest, I really missed them but let's not talk about that. Let's see... ah, I had that nightmare again. I don't think I'll be able to sleep anytime soon although I should. I'm thinking that I have become some type of robot now. You know those robots that you see in movies that tend to take over the world? Wait, no that's not a good example hm, oh, you know that Wall-E movie? Well I'm kind of like him where I feel so alone in the world and tend to find scrap or whatever I can salvage from the dump. Anyways, I don't have much to say but I do want to tell you that I won't be home for quite awhile, so this will be my last letter that I will send to you. Be safe and try not to get into trouble as well as worrying your mother and the most important thing is, I'll be there when you need me. Your helping hand, the Panda.

Kaie looked at the letter one more time. In his state, he knew that it must of looked ridiculous. His writing seem as though they were a slur and perhaps Waiting would be unable to read it. Mumbling again, Kaie placed the letter into an empty envelope as he wrote his nickname onto the envelope before putting it onto his bed. Getting up, he took out a cigarette and placed it onto his lips while making his way out. It hadn't even brew that long when he came back to the staircase only to find more people. Narrowing his eyes, Kaie grabbed onto the rail of the staircase as he made his way down the steps. About thirty seconds later, Kaie had missed a step as he stumbled down the staircase and landed flat onto the ground. Lying there, he felt like a fool but to no matter, he care not for the others that were there. Picking himself off the ground, Kaie glance at the small crowd of people before noticing the flashy blonde again. Snickering over to the male he turned to face two other males that were there. It seemed as though the two had just arrived. Ignoring them, Kaie decided to head to the back. While walking away, Kaie stopped himself as he glance back to the blonde flashy male, "Hey you!" He pointed to Ethan, "I'll call you Dolly! Remembered that!" Kaie smirked before he made his way out of the place not letting the other say anything in return. Besides standing there like an idiot could possibly mean that he's really an 'IDIOT'.

Leaving the place, Kaie made it to the back only to find the beautiful pool there but somehow he caught sight of a male sitting down on the edge of the pool. Narrowing his eyes, he decided to walked there as he sway back and forth to the side as to not fall down like he did just moments ago. Reaching the pool, Kaie came to a stop when he found another in the pool swimming away as though looking lost in the deep thoughts. Approaching the other side of the pool, the opposite of where the other male (Cameron) was sitting, Kaie glance at the one in the pool one last time. Crouching down, he lit up his cigarette as he began to mumble again. Incoherent words coming out of his lips as he chuckle softly, "Mhnm...he does, doesn't he?" He nodded his head as though he was talking to someone. "But you know, he's just swimming there as though he's lost within that little world of his. It's not like he paid too much attention to his surroundings anyways, right?" Kaie whispers again and again before giving it a slight nod.

Grinning, Kaie began to speak in a much louder tone as he puff out some smoke from his lips. "Hey pip-squeak! What are you trying to do? Showing off your hot body to us strangers? You have no shame..." He dully said to the other while adjusting his hat to get the sunlight away from his face. His index finger slightly held onto the cigarette as he awaited for what the other would have to say. While waiting, he glance over to the other male who seemed to be minding his own business, perhaps, he could try and stir some things up while he's at it. That way, instead of being so drunk, daze and unaware of his surroundings, might as well make the best of it to get on their nerves.


♪ LOCATION [x] Room > Lobby > Pool
♫ COMPANY [x] No one > various unknown male > 2 unknown male (Lou / Cameron)
♠ THOUGHTS[x] Heh, troubles lurking their way so they better watch out...
↕ THEME [x] Boyfriend - Janus
♩ OOC [x] OMG I did not intend to write so much!!! >.<"

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Varjoaika

Xx Deadly Gorgous xX

[GaysbianBabe]

Normally I try to run
XXXAnd I might even want to hide
XXXXX'cause I never knew what I wanted
XXXXXXX'til I looked into your eyes







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❥█ Thinking about all the things he was hoping to accomplish on this trip, Lou was oblivious to anything around him, aside from the feel of the water on his back as he continued to float along. He wanted to finish reading all of the books he brought along, and with any luck, he would succeed. It really hadn't surprised him to find that he would not be on this trip alone, so he had only brought the twenty books, as opposed to the hundred he could chew through in a few weeks. Book worm that he was, Lou preferred not to read in front of others. He credited the habit to the suggestive reading material. It felt weird to be reading such intimate details while in the company of ignorant people. Smiling at the thought of his books, he was only a chapter or two short of finishing the book he had been reading on the plane. Even though most of his books contained the words of a love between a man and a woman, it didn't really bother him. He could drag the woman out of the picture, and put himself in her place, being protected by the strong, bossy FBI agent. Lou would definitely be quicker to put two and two together when it came to figuring out who the killer is. It pays to keep tabs on the trio of construction workers renting out a home from your neighbor, who decided to go on a spontaneous cruise, despite being eighty and never having done anything such prior. Yeah, he'd have the killer caught and be getting married to the agent in no time flat.

❥█ The smell of cigarette smoke tickled his nose, as a voice broke through his bubble of thought. He simply smiled at the words, opening his eyes to look up at the stranger. It was the man who was stumbling about the hallway earlier. Lou took in the long coat, green hair, and his ability to not look like a complete mess in a suit, despite his obvious drunken state previous. In fact, everyone he had seen here had been fairly well dressed, even if one of them looked like Cruella De Vil on a good day. He smirked at the thought, dropping his legs so that he was now standing in the pool. "I have no qualms about your ogling. But I do have shame, it's just not easy to see with my clothes on." He flashed a smile, showing off his great teeth as he stepped closer to the man. He heard a pencil scratching about, and turned to see a smaller man scribbling away in a notebook, and turned his attention back to the man before him. Lou was proud of his body, and if this stranger wanted to look, he wasn't about to tell him to stop. A tiny p***k stabbed at the back of his mind, reminding him that while he appreciated others liking his body, he wished someone would see who he was, and not what he was.

❥█ Looking the man up and down, he quirked a brow at him. "I didn't realize you thought of yourself as a midget. Tell you what, we can play 'Who's Bigger' later." Lou winked at the man. From the looks of it, they were more or less the same height, but it was hard to tell with the man crouched down. So far, everyone he had talked to had turned out to be fun, or at least he had had fun. Everyone at home never left much opportunity for his mouth to run ahead and crack a joke or double entendre. Lou stretched his arms above his head, giving a slight yawn. The plane rides had worn him out a bit, but he wasn't truly tired. "If your going to give me a compliment sandwich, I think we both know which one of us spends their days in the kitchen." He leaned in close, and placed a hand to the side of his mouth, as if it was some big secret. In a low whisper, he continued. "I'll give you a hint: it's the one that isn't wet." He pulled back, holding back a small laugh at himself. This guy left himself open for so much.

❥█Actually, at the mention of a sandwich, Lou realized he was rather famished, and wouldn't mind getting something to eat. Could he cook here? Well, surely he had to if he wanted to eat, since he had just been left here with no idea where the closest restaurant was. But what he was truly curious about was whether or not he felt comfortable cooking here. If someone saw him standing over the stove, with is head tilted to the side, thinking about someone wrapped around him, placing kisses on his neck, he would be as scarlet as a tomato. Maybe he would just wait until he was sure that no one would be in the kitchen. That or horde whatever boxed cereals and crisps that might be in the house.




With: No oneXXXWearing: ThisXXXSong: Olly
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XXXXXXXSo am I in this alone?
XXXXXWhat I'm looking for is a sign
XXXThat you feel how I feel for you
Baby please don't let me go





[O]ne [O]dd [C]oconut:: Sorry about taking so long, It usually takes me a bit to type.


kiri_chan08

[Xx Deadly Gorgous xX]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxC A M E R O Nxx • xxD E L R O S A xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
t h ex d r e a m c a t c h e rxxxxxxxxxxx

Dear E.O,
I was recently recieved a letter that lead me to a huge mansion. It's crazy. I left my home curious what this letter was about. It provided a plane ticket and a photo but I was unable to read the hand righting written in the letter. After arriving at the airport a limousine awaited my arrival as it picked me up and delivered to this gorgeous manor. Although it is lovely and like paradise it still misses something, companionship. I can enjoy myself as much as I would like but I still remain lonely from all the hostility in the house. One day I can only hope to forget this loneliness and meet someone like you.
Sincerely,
Waiting

Cameron wrote as he would sketch a small picture in the corner of a rose. As he felt someone approach him he looked over to see a man crouching beside him. The smell of cigarettes brought memories back of when Cameron would smoke himself. It had been his best way to relieve some stress but since he began writing his pen-pal he barely smoke cigarettes. Cameron then looked at the two S's they both made smart remarks towards each other. He didn't feel like getting between them since he didn't know the two so he slid over away from the two. He grabbed his socks and shoes as he placed them behind him before continuing to write in his book.

Cameron looked into the water as he could see his reflection a bit. He could obviously tell the green haired fellow was drunk. One, his breath reeked of boose and other alcohol beverages. Secondly, he was swaying side to side, like that didn't make things anymore obvious. Finally three, he was talking to himself before making a remark towards the male in the pool.When he mentioned if the male had shame about 'showing off his hot body,' Cameron's face turned a bright pink as a tomato. Anything basically set him off if it sounded dirty in anyway. After a couple he took a breath before his face cleared up and he continued to work in his book.

When the male turned his attention to Cameron, it made him feel out of place. A small blush came on his face as his eyes would look at the male from the corner of his eyes hoping he would try to start anything with Cameron. He then shut his journal before he pulled his feet out the water and began to place his socks and shoes back on.

[Forever Orbiting]

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Feeling: Enthusiastic
Thoughts: Look at this kitchen! I wish Cici could see it.
Outfit: This
Location: Kitchen
With: No one

The gently humming that Leon repeatedly did to amuse himself on his journey through the mansion echoed throughout the passageway but since there wasn’t really anyone around it didn’t truly matter. A few steps later and he was standing back at the top of the stairs that overlooked the lobby—and there was certainly a crowd gathering down there. A part of him wanted to gallop down to where numerous others were standing about and join in the conversation but he managed to do away with the desire. Since he’d only recently gotten here and wasn’t at all familiar with any of the males down below he didn’t wish to push his luck. Sure he could start up some random chatter, maybe even make a few new friends, but he didn’t trust the hold that he had over his self-control. It was difficult not to notice how attractive the other males in this place were and being a flirt he’d easily attempt cuddling up to anyone of them, but he didn’t want to…at least not right away. There had been quite a few strangers that he had seduced in his life—one night stands were one of the major relationships in his life—and that didn’t make anyone here different however he was trying to stay on his best behavior. Eventually he’d cave, he was never talented at resisting good looking people, it was just a fact that he needed to face. This wasn’t the first time he had tried to curb his lustful nature and even though he worked to maintain a positive outlook regarding the situation it just didn’t help. There were only so many flirty gazes, dazzling smiles, and do-you-want-to-get-out-of-here’s that he could take before his resistance crumbled and he left the bar with some company by his side.

Sighing he shook such downing thoughts from his mind—this was an adventurous trip that didn’t require everyday worries tagging along—and brushed a hand through his hair as he took the steps two at a time. Once he’d reached solid floor he practically speed walked pass all those assembled in this one area to keep himself from saying anything, especially the pickup lines that ran rampant in his mind. Once he had gotten past the temptation, though a part of his mind urged him to go back to chat, flirt, and ogle, he let out a sigh of relief as he took in his current surroundings. By the look of the place it seemed to be the living room, another place that didn’t fail to impress, and he actually gave into his urge to frolic among the plentiful supply of pillows. Much like with his bed Leon flopped onto the cushions and was content to lie there momentarily before his attention shifted back to exploring. With a contented sigh he climbed to his feet and straightened out the couch before fixing up himself. A mess might be made by him but he ultimately cleaned them up on his own, just like he always had. As he went to fix his top two shirt buttons he caught a flash of silver. Anymore wearing this particular piece of jewelry had become a habit, one that apparently he no longer noticed. When he’d first received the necklace it was nothing more than a teasing little gift but as the years passed he’d had the object hurled into his face more times than he could count and nothing but harsh words accompanied it. Honestly he wasn’t even sure why he wore the thing anymore since even it couldn’t add to his non-existent guilt. Maybe that was why it always rested around his neck since it was meant as a reminder. Every time he hit on someone or took them home there was the slight hope that the necklace would grow heavier and weigh on his heart but each time it remained light enough to ignore. Or maybe he just liked the piece of jewelry and how it matched certain outfits of his.

Letting go of the necklace—that he hadn’t even consciously grabbed—he decided that finding a kitchen of some sort would hopefully cancel out any other thoughts. Kitchens, or at least baking in them, held much more fond memories that focused on his pen-pal Cici. Cooking and fine foods were something that the two had in common and it was what they commonly talked about, among other things, in their letters to one another. Leon could actually cook relatively well, he lived alone after all, but when it came to baking he failed completely in the kitchen. No matter how often he looked up recipes the steps ended up messed up or the end result didn’t at all appear how it was supposed to. Through one letter or another he’d voiced his frustrations to Cici and from there he’d started receiving little instructions for easy to make baked goods, well technically they didn’t actually need to be cooked. Apparently to start him off gently into the baking world Cici had given him all recipes that could be created without actually baking. At first he was slightly confused—he hadn’t even known there were things like this out there—but he was a beginner and something simple would certainly be best. As he wound around corners in search of the kitchen an idea hit him. He could take pictures of this place to send with his next letter! Leon hadn’t thought to send something out beforehand but at least if he had photographic evidence of a place like this, somewhere that was definitely not like his apartment, maybe Cici wouldn’t be too annoyed with him. There was already a dingy little camera packed away in one of his bags that could aid him in his new long term objective. Two more turns and a little walking left him standing in the doorway of the kitchen in awe. “C'est le paradis!”* He’d never set foot in a kitchen this big before and there was no way he wasn’t cooking at least one meal in this place.

Glancing around he wondered if he could start cooking a little something right this second. It didn’t look like there was anyone else in this gigantic mansion that would be doing any cooking, unless one of the other guys planned to do it, so why couldn’t he at least take the kitchen for a little joy ride. He doubted that anyone would yell at him for suddenly dragging out pots and pans, and if they did oh well. Sweating the small stuff—like getting yelled at for cooking—wasn’t something he worried about and the urging of his now demanding stomach beat out the possibility of someone getting on his back for borrowing the kitchen for a little while. Reaching for his left wrist he grabbed onto one of the black hair ties that he kept there in case there was ever a need for his hair to be tied up. Whether cooking up a storm or going out for a jog he didn’t usually enjoy having to pause every time his hair fell in his eyes so putting it into one single ponytail saved him a lot of aggravation. Now that he had done away with his locks, pocketed his watch, and was overall ready to begin cooking he there was still the issue of not having a particular recipe in mind. Leaning back against the counter he tapped away at his chin while trying to conjure up a familiar food that he could cook merely from memory. After a solid minute of thinking it suddenly hit him and off he went to gather up the tools, ingredients, and anything else he may require. It took more than a little while to get everything together—this wasn’t a kitchen he was familiar with after all—but this place had just about everything he could imagine contained within it which was a huge bonus. A pretty kitchen was alright however one with beauty and the right supplies was best. Going over his check list he stared hard at the counter before him to ensure that nothing had slipped his mind. Nodding his approval Leon decided that what he’d grabbed was more than sufficient for the task of making quiche Lorraine. The dish was something he knew by heart and could probably make with his eyes closed if he attempted it, though he wouldn’t, plus it was quite filling. All in all he liked the dish and now that he’d decided on it nothing could—fully—snatch away his attention, or at least not until he was finished. With a fully focused expression, one that usually appeared without his knowledge, he set to work on prepping the dish before it could be shoved into the oven, and he’d even been considerate of others since his work space was tidy and left plenty of room for anyone else if they wished to cook as well.

Translations:
* This is paradise!

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Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴇʀ, ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴍᴀᴋᴇʀ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇʀ ♡ tab tab

♡ Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇss ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab

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OOC: I couldn't resist letting Leon take one step into that kitchen and then deciding he liked it so much that he wanted to cook in it.

[A moose sent by Cyberlife]

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xxxx-Ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ» A lot of people then just his sparrow
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Alex took his time standing there to study everybody that was there. First, there was a small male, who seemed shy and polite. He asked about a kitchen and Alexander wondered himself what the kitchen was like and what else was in the house. He noticed a man with red hair, who seemed like he would be a fun person to get to know. He also saw a male with pink hair who seemed familiar somehow but how could that be true? Alex couldnt have known him right? Maybe it was the accent. Alex decided to just let the issue drop. No one except the pink-haired boy had replied anyways and that guy had now gone inside. Alex figured he should go inside now too and get settled in. He still had jet lag after all.

Alex picked up his bags and walked inside. After a little while of searching, he finally found the corridor for the bedrooms. Walking down the hall, he noticed a door with his name on it. He stepped inside and was slightly impressed by the design. He would prefer something a little more italian but this would do. He went to putting his clothes away, humming to whatever song was blasting out his headphones. He set his bird's cage on one of the tables and gave it water, then he looked around the room. He was still really tired from the flight but he didnt want to sleep just yet. He decided to write a letter to his pen-pal. He wasn't sure what his address was so he couldnt provide a sender's address but he could atleast provide updates. He also figured he would write to his uncle as well.

Salve amico mio!
How are you faring? Have you been enjoying your job? I hope you took my advice and called your parents. Im sure they would love to hear from you si? I am doing quite well I suppose, but I have taken an unexpected vacation. Mio Zio (my uncle) and I decided it was best I took a break from the world, since I have been having trouble finding my muse lately and a little travel could be good for me. I'm not sure how long I will be gone and Mia Dispaice (I'm sorry) for not warning you sonner. Unfortunately, I'm not quite sure what the address for this place is, so you may not be able to send me mail. Again Mia Dispaice and I wish you bouna fortuna (good luck)!


Il tuo amico (your friend),
xxxxxxMozart



Caro zio,
I have arrived at the mansion after my long flight and I have already seen other men here. It appears they all received the same letters I did. Surely it is not coincidenza. (coincidence) I am not quite sure what is going on but I plan to just enjoy my vacation and scrivere una canzone o due (write a song or two). As for now, I am tired and wish to rest. I will send another letter soon.


Il tuo Nipote (your nephew),
xxxxxxxxAlexander


Alex felt tired after writing his two letters. He put them in envelopes and wrote the sending addresses. After putting stamps on them, he put the letters and his stationary into the desk drawer. He intended to find some way to mail them off later, but for now he was exhausted. He didnt even bother changing or anything, he just collapsed on the bed and was asleep in a few minutes.

[kiri_chan08]

No matter how forgetful I am,
I tend to remember every single thing
That revolves around me.
Just be ready when I start calling you names..

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Furrowing his brow, Kaie took a moment to process as to what the male had just said. Was he hearing it correctly? Did the male just admit that he was ashamed by showing off his...his body? And it wasn't easy for him to show it to others? Oh no, he will absolutely not take this from him. No, no, no, never once in his entire life that he had ever heard this from someone. Not to mention, that small smiled that the other had given him as well. Was he expecting too much from the male? Did he wanted to expect this from him? No. Kaie never knew that a person like this male had ever existed. Hell, he was surprised to even hear the boy replying back to him about his sudden name calling but in returned he was called a midget. Closing his eyes, Kaie let a out a small disgruntle irritated sigh when he slowly sucked in the nicotine before puffing it out through his nostrils. Smiling in a mischievous way, he adjusted his hat one more time when he found the male leaning closely onto him only to hear a slight whisper coming out of his lips. Once the whispering was done, Kaie scowled at him oddly when he silently chuckle without a doubt the silent chuckle became loud. However, across from him, the young male who was busy writing down whatever needed to be written down was now getting ready to leave. Averting his eyes away to look at the male in the pool, Kaie's extended his hand when his tongue began to clicked in disgust. Lifting the male's chin, Kaie leaned closely onto him as though their nose were merely touching one another.

"Does it look like I'm your damn servant and does it matter who's wet or not? I believe it doesn't..." Kaie stated before letting him go. While he did so, he could feel the sun's ray hitting his coat when he let out a small agitated growl. He needed something to drink. Perhaps he could go find the storage and maybe drink whatever they have within this place? Steal all of their alcohol and drown himself into sorrow although if he did ended up doing that, would his pen pal be upset? And would he cursed him for being so stupid for not thinking straight? Probably. Besides, it's not like he's here to tell him that and if he did, Kaie wouldn't pay too much attention to him for that matter.

Having to feel the heat seeping into his coat, Kaie decided to take it off and placed it onto a nearby chair. Before rolling his sleeves up, he placed the cigarette onto his lips and took a few small puffs from it before letting them out. Just as he did so, his eyes narrowed down toward the male again when he glanced off to the left side only to mumble again. "...You want me to go do it? Why should I? He doesn't deserve it..." Kaie lowly replied then shifted his head to the right, "No, I am not going to go do it. That's final..." he mumbled again hating the fact that he's beating himself over this insane talked that he had. Taking the cigarette out of his lips, Kaie decided to killed it before tossing it into a nearby trash. Stretching his entire body, he looked back at the male when he crouched down again, "Are you too lazy to go get it yourself, hm? For sure your mother didn't raise you this way, otherwise, if she did, she isn't really a good mother..." He sternly told him aware of what he had just said to the other. "And that smart mouth of yours, I would love to sew them together. That way when you talk, I won't have to hear a word from you..." Kaie stated not really caring if he had threatened the other. In any case, he was telling him off and would do it if necessary.

♪ LOCATION [x] Pool
♫ COMPANY [x] The man in the pool (Lou)
♠ THOUGHTS[x] I wonder what his combat will be hm?
↕ THEME [x] Boyfriend - Janus
♩ OOC [x] ....

GaysbianBabe

[Varjoaika]

Mood: neutral
Clothes: see the photo
Carrying: two travelling bags
Company: no-one

Selfish persons are incapable of loving others,
but they are not capable of loving themselves either.

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ᗩs Ethan was approached once more, this time by some rather short, and very, very silent boy, he took a little step backwards, not really enjoying himself or the closeness of the shorter boy.
Maybe it was just his imagination, but the boy had this sweet scent.. Like a sugar, or something. Ethan just stared at the shortie, until he asked about him being there welcoming.
"What? No!" Ethan shook his head and frowned a bit. "Do I look like someone who is welcoming others?"

Other people started appear again and come in, which made Ethan even more worried, and probably annoyed. Even though they seemed to greet them as they came inside, Ethan stayed silent.
He wasn't going to say anything to anyone, not in a nice manner, at least. He hated already that place with his full heart. And the pincushion calling him brat didn't do any good.
When the pincushion, yes, he is a pincushion, started to talk to the smaller boy, Ethan sneered a bit and turned his eyes away from them.
But when he heard that the others got letters as well, he turned his eyes back to the group again with slight confusion.
"Wait, really..? So, that means.. How could have we all possibly won? It doesn't make sense." Ethan said with a sigh, even though he wasn't sure would anyone really react to him.
It seemed the people there were ignorant, and even though Ethan liked to have attention, he didn't like it in a negative way. Then, he finally got to know the pincushion's name, he sneered once more, and took his luggage. He wasn't going to tell his name to any of them. He just wanted to get away, right now.

Ethan took few steps towards the stairs, only to see the green haired psycho to fell down the stairs. He couldn't help but chuckle low to himself in amused matter, only hoping that he had broke something. Even a finger. The psycho just got up, for Ethan's disappointment, and started to walk away. So, Ethan decided to get up the stairs and figure out something by himself.
Maybe even explore the mansion more. He got up only two stair steps, until he heard the psycho talking. He turned to look at him, and noticed he was being pointed at.
With a small confusion he remained silent, but then his cheeks got a rush of heat once he heard the nickname he had just got. He shook his head slowly to himself, and quickly turned his eyes elsewhere.
The man wasn't worth of his time, so he decided just keep quiet, even though the blush of his face told how embarrassed he actually was.

Ethan got up the stairs, and saw a line of doors in a passage way. With a small curiosity he walked towards one door, and noticed the name on it. Oh, so the rooms were named and reserved?
That was pretty clever. He started to walk next to the doors, trying to find his own last name.
It didn't take long though, and he stepped inside the room, into the pleasant silence and own peace.
Ethan sighed loudly as he closed the door behind him, put his luggage to the floor and rolled his shoulder few times because the tension of his muscles were killing his shoulders.
He looked around in the room, only to find himself very pleasant with the furniture.
The coloring in the room was relaxing, white and light golden mixed, with cold brown and the shimmering ! Some of the furniture really shimmered, and it brought gentle smile on Ethan's lips.

He sighed once more, and sat on top of the bed. It was soft, and just so inviting to take a nap.
But he wasn't tired, so he decided to unpack his bags, clothes to the wardrobe and towels, shampoos and others to the bathroom.
After that, he settled back to the bed, taking his notebook and his ballpoint pen.

Where should I start..?

Well, probably from this morning. I received rater odd letter, that told me about winnin in some competition.
I was sure it was just something my parents had made for me.. You know them, always coming up with something like that.
But now, it seems that others got the same letter.
After I arrived to this place, I don't even know where I am!, it has been nothing but horrible.
The people here are annoying, they're.. Making me feel uncomfortable.
It seems that you are the only one who actually understands me..

Ethan stared at the writing for a long while, until he made a long line on top of the last sentence he had made, regretting he had made it even in the first place.
Even though he wasn't even sure could he send the letter to his pen-pal Edelweiss, he wanted to write it anyway. He'd probably write more during the days he stayed there.

It seems that you are the only one who actually understands me..
I didn't see a mail box anywhere, and it looks like the way back to city is too long to walk.
I don't know can I send this letter to you anytime soon, but, well, now you know why I haven't written you back yet.
It's not like I'd forgotten you. After all, you're the only one I can talk to like this.
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