♂ L ค ι я ♂ (Yaoi / Lit) -CLOSED-

[obsidianknives]

A shot in the dark


In a blink of an eye


As I am lying awake


I can still hear the cries


'Cause your soul is on fire


I can see through your eyes




❧ . { Culinary ⇎ ⇎ A R T S ⇎ ⇎ Practitioner } . ❧

The methodic functions of fingers as garment was buttoned up to allot for decent - if somewhat casual - dress to work in today. A shower had been snagged just before the chamber attendee who needed a good lesson in anger management had gotten there, which was as fortunate as he was expecting to become this day. What had started it out as a pleasant sleep had been ruined when he was awoken, if only for the sake of the thumping that was pressing against temple. It was an ache that he knew too well, and normally inclined him to believe that something was wrong with his absence inside the kitchens. The aspirin was working, if aggravatingly slow in its approach towards quelling the problem, but it had caused him delay and such a thing was shearing away at his nerves. It was worth noting if he was late to the cooking fires.

The idea of warning Cassius ahead of time that the short duration of his lethal German temper was even less due to a head irritation did cross his mind. Then again, so did the ideal of shooting himself to rid him of the cause, but that was out of the question. Takeshi would drag him out of hell just to make him clean up the mess his bodily fluids and rustic organs had decorated the constructed walls with. Pressing fingers into a contained nuisance within temple, he wound through the halls until the familiar setting of the kitchen came into view. Inhaling, he could see that the other chef was already at work. However, rather than set sights upon what was to be expected, decorated appetizer plates being the main attraction he thought of, a very... different sight met the wandering lavender iris.

"What do you think you're doing? This is a club, not a restaurant." Thick German accented his words, the syllables rolling past his aggravated lips, washcloth already swiping clean the whiteboard. Setting up a menu of Japanese cuisine? Where did he think they were, a rural strip mall? Mind already clasped the salvageable remains, attempting to keep whatever remainder of food that could be saved. The slick paper Tony had written random gathering of foods upon was scanned before meeting the end of the dead tree skin's lifespan within the trashcan. The sushi could be replaced upon an appetizer's assortment tray before being brought into the lounge for dining upon... the watermelon ice could accompany it as a palate cleanser before eating something else. However, the rest of it was geared simplistically towards those of the carnivorous diet, to which he was certain there were live-in's who could not handle such sustenance. Everything within grasp that was considered unsalvageable was tossed into the waste bin, while he wrote down notes to himself about creating an appetizer tray out of what wasn't useless.

"I don't know how you were raised when it comes to food, but this," He reprimanded with a sharp nail tap along the "cuisine for the day" list Tony had written before continuing. "Is wasteful. Patrons are not here to eat full meals, they come for the pleasure and alcohol. You also are excluding tthe vegetarian side of our little fam'ly if this was to be the host's meal. You expect them to imagine eating food?" It was only after the scraps from where the shorn menu had accompanied the tossed out food that he took notice of the other individual within the kitchen. A few seconds passed of complete scrutinizing study of Yasei invading the kitchen's sanctity before he shook his head and moved on his way. "Appetizers are the only dishes to be made now since you've wasted enough time and materials making things that are unnecessary to begin with." Fingers reached up to rub against his skull, the dull throbs increasing since coming across this mess. Obviously the chef attending this area was used to high class eatery, perhaps even accustomed to eating different meals every day and night. Ridiculous.

Voice all but grumbled the phrase as his own hands went to work replating the sushi into a large serving tray, supplying dipping sauces with the centerpiece bowl within platter. Fresh garnish, parsley, thyme, and wild onions were braced against wood grain before knife slashed the ingredients into ribbons, thin and precise. Julienning was merely a single weave within the tapestry of skills his Mama had taught to him, and by far one of the oldest. It took careful skill and lots of practice in order to keep the flow while ending with all of the fingers you started with. Garnish went a top the salad dressing mixture, fresh crumbled blue cheese folded within the thick cream texture before it was plated as well. Broccoli, cauliflower, carrots, celery... the garden variety was spread out in a grand ensemble to sate any vegetarian's palate. It may have been a common tray, but it was an effective one nonetheless. It wasn't much, but it was a good start for the people awaiting within the cocktail lounge, despite what went on beforehand. Even as the whisper of addressing though crossed his mind, he was already moving on to unpackaging biscuits, little pastries, and cheeses full of sharp, rich flavors for another tray.






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I wasn't sure if this was accurate or not. Some of the posts I had to address were rather confusing.
However, I believe it is correct.

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ฬith: ||Raven ||Michael || Sai || Rikki
ｱlace: Cocktail lounge (poking at Raven || Noticing Rikki)

Pollux had to admit experiencing this kid's speech pattern could make one feel like they were stuck in a classroom. Raven's explanation pertaining to the critique made about the paper sketched Pollux was falling on deaf ears, until some interesting words were flicked from the soft mouth. Nani? *Miryoku-teki? This person was now awarded Pollux's full concentration and that was only because of faint surprise. It was well understood that most considered Pollux a miserable son of a b***h, first and fore most. So to hear words that so cleanly protested such assessment, caused him to set eye back to Raven. "Do ya entertain guests with that mouth?" The crouched man rotated his wrist to rest against the muscular thighs responsible for baring his position. The mated pair both placed near to each other once more. Darkly caramelized focus kept tract of Raven's complexion, examining any trace of a sarcastic micro expression. Nah, this ankle biter did not seem the type to poke fun at his elders. "Gaki. . ." Pollux let his beguilement attack an usually dormant facial conformation. Lips shifted sharply exposing the pearly hint of his teeth. The well maintained chewing devices were clenching the tail end of the thick cancer stick. "Have you ever heard of Stockholm Syndrome?" The question was voiced for comic release, to what the boy just confessed absentmindedly. If Pollux didn't know any better, he would have assumed that praise was being thrown his way, and it came across as genuine.

"*Ayashii." The owner wasn't particularly speaking to Raven so much as viewing the male while voicing a thought. Cassius, if he were aware of it or not, was guilty of protecting this person's a** like a personalized chastity belt. It made Pollux suspicious as to why exactly his adorably aloof minion defected when it came to popin' this merchandise's cherry. For without fail the manager had always assigned Raven to a "Stand up" guy, in the literal sense of the term.

Vision grazed the entire room, in search of a certain someone before deeming it safe to proceed with his course of action. Effortlessly, the large scale of his anatomy shifted into the seated space next to Raven. Not even a fraction of his strength was accessed to wedge into the comfort zone alongside the artiste. Lengthy span of arm settled behind the male and Pollux feasted on the overflowing tension. No matter how the boy had tried to subdue it, that rhythmic sound was so very beautiful to this man's sense of hearing. A rhythmic percussion slamming a rib cage like the tribal drums of war. "Hnnn. . . Maybe you should keep me company tonight?" the words rolled off his tongue that tapped closely to Raven's ear. The owner was content to reflect only this boy, at the moment. He wanted to get closer, to smell that dense musk become more prominent as blood pressure elevated under anxiety. He had never been so stupid as to handle the merchandise but somethin' in the pit of his gut started to smolder. I want to tease you. The repercussions for his actions could be great if he went to far, however. Cassius wouldn't take well to him slacking off in order to appease this selfish whim of his.

Pollux manipulated his long leg across the equally large twin, allowing them to achieve a crisscrossed lay. He watched the boy place the defaced paper stock against the table, near where a plate that held a mosaic of artistic biscuits sat. There was nothing especially nutritious on the platter only the crisp texture of baked wafers met his gaze. "Hm?" Come to think of it, the ridges weighing the boys features mimicked someone who had been deprived of sleep. Maybe this one wasn't acclimating well to its new environment? Perhaps he couldn't stomach the thought of heavy food? Or maybe even the idea of congesting the food from this establishment nauseated him. "Aren't those scribbles lackin' something?. . ." he nodded to the torn work of Raven's that had been confiscated.

While awaiting the mangaka's response, Pollux fixed the alignment of his visual concentration to a finely sculpted figure that could have been mistaken as a part of the architecture. The owner grinned as the statues features were clarified as Rikki's. That tool had the eyes of a highly educated seductress. One whose vary lips could fall a divine soul to the underworld and as their soul was extinguished, sliver tongue would persuade them that the darkness was light. Somethin' behind those eyes leaked a manipulative taint to stain Rikki's gaze. Even if the child schemed, Pollux did not alarm. There had been a few pawns, in the past, that had come and gone with such intentions. It was always entertaining to observe their capabilities. This one was so very attractive too; The owner would almost willingly sacrifice a guest, just in order to observe their beautiful demise by such a creature. But then again, Cassius would say that was his crazy snake charmin' a** influencing stupidity.

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{{๏wner ๏f ๔lub: OuO there were go~
I had to re-edit it because Gaia swallowed it into oblivion. }}

ｲranslation:

*Miryoku-teki= Attractive
*Ayashii = suspicious

[The Hired Uke]

~Bartholomew Del Rosa/~
"Please, call me 'Rue'~"

Having regained the composure he had lost, Bartholomew was preparing to get to his feet when a familiar voice broke the silence. Quirking an eyebrow and then glancing up at the one addressing him, it was none other than the cold and prudish Cassius. It seemed a little unusual that the manager had addressed him in such a manner but it was easily overlookable. Smirking slightly, Bartholomew scoffed, “It? Please…” he assumed the other was referring to the man who had so graciously introduced himself earlier, judging by the dark haired males tone when speaking of this man, the two must share some bad blood. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t gotten to his feet yet, but the host just gave an indifferent wave of the hand, “Don’t get all high and mighty with me, I’m not one of your little doe-eyed pretty bo…hey!” Bartholomew’s gaze had caught the hand moving towards him, but he knew well enough that Cassius didn’t seem the sort to help someone like him to his feet. And, as he had suspected, the hand had taken hold of his chin and forced his head to turn to the side.

Not appreciating the calculating touch over the rather sore mark, Bartholomew pulled away. That look, scrutinizing, judging, a glare had formed on his face as the other spoke more of being treated and if he could stand. Planting his hand firmly on the wall, Bartholomew pulled himself up. Dusting off his pants he then crossed his arms, “Ask me that again….please, I’ve put up with brutes far worse than that…”, that was a lie, he'd never dealt with anybody like that man, but he wasn't about to admit that on his own; he then pointed a finger, “Besides, I like dangerous….he seems like fun, had he not caught me unprepared I would have been more than happy to give him a proper Lair greeting.”

Stepping back, Bartholomew scanned Cass for half a moment before his smirk returned, “You don’t have to treat me like the others, unlike them, I actually want to be here….though…” Bartholomew stepped closer, “If you start being too nice to me, I might take it the wrong way…”

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❝xxI'm lucky if I ever see the light of day again
my sin is choking me, my crude built walls are closing in
This cell is filled with claw marks easing me, their teasing me,
they told me so I didn't know the fall would be this easy
How long until it starts to do me in?
I can't give when I'm not breathing in
I know they'll come with what I'm owed
Guilty as charged......

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XXXXXXXXXXxxxxxxxXXXXXXXXYour way to life has only showed me what a fool I am
It serves the purpose of confirming I remain condemned
And I will ever linger on the edge
Unless you hear me!
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☛ ● ● ● Jagger Bel Muse

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Lack of being noticed was starting to trigger a state of irritation within the pale figure as remained with his fingers dancing a dent into the well polished wood. His throat dry that he was sure to starting blowing dust into the air, not able to remain in such a state of being much longer the male slipped from the stool a look of distant hate as his storm color toned orbs graced the dark figure he often referred to as the devil him self. Jagger never really spoke to the owner that made profit from this businesses, there something that filled the whole dwelling whenever he was on scene. Causing chills, a feeling of caution would befall the host that he could not shake the goose bumps that formed along his skin the soul shaking chill that descended along his spine practically driving him insane.

How was he to enjoy his job as a host when he had trouble relaxing with that dark foreboding creature lurking about the Lair all the time. Shaking the ghostly silver strands of hair from his face, the male made quick work to slip from the lounge trying to stay under the radar which was something that he hated to do being one who enjoyed attention very much the fact of feeling invisablee scared jagger so much he had nightmares at times. The night terrors so fierce that screams of torment would escape his pale lips leaving him soaked in his own sweat from the fear. The nightmares all the same, feeling like a ghost standing before others screaming to be seen, yet only to be brushed a side as if he never was created.

Sending such thoughs deep back into the depths of his mind he drooped his slender shoulder as he disappeared back into the twisting halls that were the lair. Having not obtained a liquid that he so very much needed, the male made his way to were the kitchen laid. The male's eyes landed on that of two more figures that he knew even with in the dark shadows of the halls, those voices he could search out in a crowed room. Jagger nodded his head to Cassius then to Bartholomew in his own little show of greeting the pair, in most cases of such a meet he would exchange small words maybe a tease if the reason was right. But with his throat dry his speech may come out rough so he offered no words for the time at hand.

Continuing on his way toward the destination planed, moving past the pair remaining with his lips sealed shut his gaze lowered to the floor. Soon arriving at the place he knew that finding the sweet cure for the case of sand paper like throat would be here a smile of delight crossed his features as he searched out a glass in which to fill. Jagger fixed a small glass with water not bothering to get ice, he downed the aqua quickly filling the glass once more then drinking that as well. Finishing his drink he washed the glass putting it back from the place he took it from not wishing to leave more work for his fellow co-workers. So caught up in his little quest that his brain did not register the few people already occupying the kitchens dwelling. As he turned on his heels he came to meet the faces of the others, letting his gaze shift to each in turn he lifted one slender hand to rub at the back of skull ruffling silver hair in his wake. 'Did I miss something?' He though to ones self, a sure note of light tension lingering in the air.

❝xx How long until I find the strength to stand
I wait for mercy in your bleeding hand
I know they'll come with what I'm owed-guilty as charged
My enemies belittle me reminding me the penalty of all my deeds despite my pleas is death xx❞
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[Amor_de_Luna]

Tony… So that was the chef’s name. It may seem odd, but Page has never really taken the time out to get to know any of the Lair workers or the patrons all too much. Mostly because whenever he had the chance, he’d snake his way to the nearest church and sleep under a pew, to get his full eight hours. However, there would always be that one that would happen to shaky-shake its way through the pews and see Page curled into a tight little ball like a hibernating chipmunk. Of course, he’d feel their footfalls through the floor before they got to him, so he’d have an adequate excuse ready why he was so dead to the world. And considering the “street” attire he’d wear, his most common excuse was that he was homeless, looking for a nice, warm place to sleep. Ahh, soft hearts were always the easiest to manipulate, their gullibility he only took advantage of for small things such as sleeping where it was uncommon and sometimes a free plate of food before he disappeared into the streets, like a stray cat.

Wait, was Zen still talking? Well, he wasn’t talking beautiful things such as “burgers” and “apples” so he no longer applied at the moment. It’d be different if Zen was totally and utterly in dire straits, then Page would have to suck it up and tend to his patient. But what Zen wanted, he could do it himself, or find someone who had enough patience to tear him to little ribbons. He uttered a quick “Gotta go.” before he snaked his way to the little path that led directly to the kitchen. What made him stop and peek around the corner was the voice of someone born in cold country. He didn’t know who Leo was… but oooooh did his accent make a gooey smile crawl across his face. Though it was a totally different accent and Leo was of different roots than the one he reminded him of, he still couldn’t help but think of his bad tempered, splintered friend…

|| “Now what caused today’s laceration, my friend?”

“Pssh. Just some young upstarts thinking they could yebatʹ moe litso with ******** nail guns and grenade launchers. Malenʹkaya lokhi… THEN they wanna act like it hurts when a Molotov cocktail comes flyin’ in their little corners. Some got away. Next time I catch ‘em, I’m gonna nenavizhu yebu their souls out of there weak little bodies!”

“Now, now, Serge, no need to get so worked up.”

“Worked up? WORKED UP?! Oni zastavili menya yebet narabotu tolʹko potomu, chto oni khoteli moego pristalʹnogo vnimaniya , a zatem oni khotyat begotnya , sueta , bezhatʹ, kogda ya reshil razorvatʹ gorlo iz! Molodye krovyeĭ ubitʹ menya! CHERT!”

“Feel better?”

“DERʹMO! Ya khochu ubitʹ koe-chto, s nozhami i steklyannye oskolki otvitrazh iz tserkvi Vatikana.”

“I don’t think the Vatican is willing to donate their gorgeous stained glass.”

“Hmph… Are you done yet?”

“Just had to remove some staples and close a recent, poorly done, stitched wound. I’ve been done fifteen seconds ago.”

“…. AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YOU WERE DONE?! You want me to nenavizhu yebu you too, huh?”

“Call me when you need some more repairs done.”

“ Yeah, whatever. Krovʹ i schastʹya |Blood and happiness|, my friend.” ||

He snapped out of his daydream-memory when the sound of precious food being scrapped into the trash bin brought him back to the waking world. It took everything in him to not whine like a lonely, heartbroken dog at seeing what could have went into his belly (he IS a garbage disposal). So much delicious Asian cuisine… gone, gone forever… Or at least until they left, Page was a trash diver as a hobby. What was a tad bit unsettling was the number of people in the kitchen, knowing that at least two were the staff back here that were the heads, the others were simple decoration in the way. Not wanting to be another annoyance to the German (though it tickled him to hear his agitation), Page simply slinked past the others, sticking close to corners and to the shadows. There was a lesser known place where some food was stored, kept fresh and well stocked. Page figured the heads of the kitchen knew of this place rather well, but he rarely saw them come back here unless the front was totally and completely out of what they were using, this was more like a backup storage area.

And it didn’t have as many people back here. If anything, spiders took up residence here in the higher corners, and since they couldn’t very well open refrigerator doors… “Now let’s see what’s in here~♪” He mused quietly to himself as he cracked the door open. If his eyes could’ve started to glitter and hearts could have started to drip from his lashes, they would’ve. So… much… delicious… ♥food♥. Untouched and free for the taking~ Page plucked a fat, delicious (imported) red apple and took a test bite… then a shark bite. Oh yes, having your office and room so close to a kitchen was something he could most def get very used to~♥ Omnom, chomp, chew.

[iSexyDemonButler]

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⋠ Zen blinked, watching the doc take off to the kitchen. The man didn't know whether to feel angry or disappointed. Until he could decided, he huffed and took leave, knowing he had to go back to work anyways. Perhaps he could find himself true prey later on. Right now, he just needed to make a few martinis and other lovely drinks to settle himself. Maybe even toss back a few shots to take off the now present edge.

Finding himself back in the cocktail lounge, Zen resumed his post and began to serve patrons their requested drinks, doing his usual bartending tricks which he had learned during his tim here at the Lair. If the Hosts weren't doing their jobs of entertaining the guests, then someone had to, right?

[[OOC: Shitty post. X.x]] ⋡

┣▇▇▇═─ You know you want me. ─═▇▇▇┤

Music is the lifeblood:
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x Kazama lifted a single, deft brow as reddened eyes scrutinized the glass of wine being sampled by the male next to him. Broad shoulders, tanned musculature reminiscent of Asian descent and thick ebony hair... it seemed longer than what it had been the last time they had chatted over a business deal that had been completed absent of flaws or complications. "You don't seem to be entertaining any females this evening... a reason for needing the pick-me-up maybe?" Kazama stated, a slight quirk to the edge of his smile. Of course he was keeping the ring well hidden in a pocket, or out of home out of sight. Maybe he had even decided against marrying the broad. He might even be privy to finding out if a bit of digging was done. It did always appeal to him to know the goings on of his... associates.

x"I never am at my best when I'm here..." Bemused chuckle accompanied the whispered string of words as he envisioned the certain individual across the seas from himself. Family was always important, especially when no one else knew you had any relatives to miss. That one was kept as a closely regarded secret and that was the way it was staying. Kazama had taken this position knowing full well what it would imply. "Cutting off a lizard's tail is meaningless when it will just grow back... that is why one is the lizard and one is the tail." the oyaji had once told him. A smile quirked the upturned corners of his lips as he brushed the fine strands of hair from his eyes. The entrance of the returning bartender caught his eyes as he slid around in the seat to more comfortably acquaint himself to the bar itself.

x "Would you list the wines for me? Preferably those that are dry with a hint of dark cherry." Rouge eyes examined Zen from the top of each wild strand of flaxen to the wide set of hips that were disappointingly cut short by the drop off of the polished wood countertop. The same set of eyes then turned to examine the secondary worker who had been late in achieving his post, and was reminiscent of one hopping from one foot to the other. He was unsure what to think of their two-toned hair style, debating on whether or not it had been accidentally done with improper usage of bleach or a prank from their youthful days? It seemed out of place, like the top of a cleaning utensil was permanently placed upon their head of frosted white.

x It happened that this moment in time was when the device he had nearly forgotten about had begun its buzzing within confines of pocket. He debated on whether or not to ignore it, choosing to simply delay himself in answering the ringing until it had stopped. The noiseless vibration ended quickly, but his thoughts remained on who had called. It was more than likely to be the secretary that had been hired for him. She was rather useless, constantly going through him before making a single decision that her simple mind was incapable of handling on its own. You would think that someone hired into such a corporation would be able to think without someone holding their hand every step of the way. Quiet laugh accompanied this, fingers delving to press against temple. Perhaps he was simply in need of some sort of "pick me up" himself. A playmate for the night would not go amiss...

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[xkitty2x]

Koi "Yasei" Tsunade

"Now that your living with a vampire snake,
You better get your self a gun! I'll make you sing just like a boys choir. I'll string you up to have some fun.
RUN DEVIL, RUN RUN, DEVIL RUN"
Location: Kitchen Company: Leo, Muse, Page Thoughts: "OH GOD! Why is the DOCTOR here....!"

Yasei was just putting his cup down, now empty of the tea it had contained, when Leo walked into the kitchen. His green eyes looked the German over and was about to greet him before the man spoke. The angry words that leaked from his mouth in his German accent sent shivers up his spine and he stared at him. What was his problem? The food tasted amazing so why did he have such an angry reaction, did he not like Japanese dishes? Shrugging his shoulders, Yasei decided he would ignore the two cooks and let them handle their own problem,while he sat quietly and finish his meal before venturing out to find Cassius to ask about his Shamisen string and to see some patron or another.

Yes, that would be the best plan of action for the silverette. Shaking his head to his own thoughts,Yasei picked up his fork and was about to start eating before Leo cleared the table of all the food including his own plate.

A sigh, left his lips as well as a disappointed whimper before he turned his attention to the second cook.
“Oi~ I was in the middle of eating that Leo-san.” he voiced his complaint as his eyes followed his plate to its destination into the garbage can. Another sigh and he deemed this food a lost cause, he pushed his chair out from the table and stood. Flicking his hair out of his face he looked back at the Leo, how could he just waste food like that? Well the club did make good money so they could replace it, which would give the man the ability to through it all away without thinking about saving it for some of the host later tonight.

What was that?...” he thought as his eyes caught movement behind him,the cooks and back towards the sink. Turning around he smiled as he realized who had entered the room.
“Konbanwa Muse-san~. Ne~ I swear you are getting cuter each day. Sleep well?” he asked as he smiled sweetly to the younger male. He then pushed his chair back under the table with a shove of his foot and walked towards the male.

His attention so tuned into the presences of the short silver hair that he had once wore his hair so sure as a kid only made him remember the fond memories of his childhood. A figure came to twirl his own long silver hair. “Maybe if I cut my hair short like back in grade school we could pass off as twins,ne?” he joked. So unaware that Page, the doctor, had slipped into the room as he made his way towards Muse.

His green eyes flickered over to the dark haired man as a shiver ran up his spine and he suddenly felt like a fish out of water and very awkward with the older man in the room. Nobody but Cassius knew he hated Doctors to the point that he could admit he was scare of anyone is that profession.



Out.Of.Cats: ...*.Konbanwa= Good Evening...So I hope this makes up for my abcents~ I am very proud of this poct's outcome.

[taste_of_poetry]

Alarikk Von Bleickon ▶ ▷ ▶ Top Notch Host

Unsure of what the balance held, she touched her belly overwhelmed...
By what I had been chosen to perform.
But then an angel came one day, told her to kneel down and pray...
For unto me a man child would be born.

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Rikki had zoned out, only moments after taking his place next to the entrance. Playing audience to his obscure thoughts that weaved meticulous webs of intricate deceit in the realms of his mind, that would lead him down the path- that would set him up in the perfect position for executing his long term goal of one day taking down the political world, one man at a time. Unlike most of the host he knew, he was a realist- one that planed for the worst: including details that would counter act the expected as well as the unexpected problems that might occur, within reason. Not that he had a thing against idealist- rather after everything he had encountered as a child, he'd figured their was no time to waste fantasizing about things that he was sure would never happen. Allowing ones mind to attempt the nature human instinct to wish for the best- better known as wishful thinking, was something he'd trained his mind not to do.

He had never imagined that there would be someone who would enter his world, to save him from the life he had chosen for himself. Rikki did not believe in the fairytale ending that most seemed to hope for, knowing full well that in order to have lived- in the end, one would have to die; which he was pretty sure was not a 'happy' thing at all. In all the years he'd spent devising his plans for revenge, he had avoided making connections with anyone. Unlike the charade he cast within this sinful place, he had no actual relationships- because he knew that in the hands of his opponents, that friends or family could be used as leverage to bring his world down around him. Though through daily observations- before working hours, one would say that he was a being of simplistic beauty and solitude. Keeping to himself, rather joining in the reindeer games- he would not be the type to enjoy the company of someone else, yet it had been proven that everyone needed someone. Due to this fact, he had been tempted many times to make a friend out of one of the other host to assist him in his quest, but knew that when it came time for him to betray them- which was inevitable, he would end up faced with a moral dilemma.

The feeling that had once settle in the base of his spine, slowly made it way up the natural sway of his back to the nape of his neck. He could feel the scrutiny of someone's gaze, probe his anatomy from across the room- it was a sensation that pulled his mind into the reality at hand, and caused his eyes to survey the bar again for the source. His adamant orbs fell upon Pollux, just in time to see the man grinning- though with the mans demented state of mind, could have easily been mistaken as something else. His features were sharp, borderline otherworldly. The way the corners of his mouth curved up, plus the way his lips peeled back to reveal his canines- made one believe that his face would soon tear away and reveal the beast that lie waiting behind the facade.

Rikki returned the others gesture, with a fiendish smirk that announce false intentions. Yes he still had plans for the owner of Lair, that would only be put to action if his current plans were to fail. Which meant he would have to add the man to the exclusive list of men that he had bedded, to secure his future. Most of his client found themselves full, only in his company alone- but two people had alluded his intellectual diversions. One was a man whose life was spent taking part in the darker dealings of life. Though Rikki had tried to remain aloof, the man had made short work of denuding his pricey disguise, and stripping him of his virtue. The man labeled him an addiction, and made it a ritual of retuning every four months to indulge in the guilty pleasure he had discovered. The other was the in-the-closet son of a diplomat who had made his way to the Lair, in hopes of losing his virginity to someone he was sure would not disclose the fact that he was gay- not that he had made the right choice with nominating Rikki. Both of these men would be beneficial in the long run.

He pressed his weight further into the wall, before pulling the length of his fingers across the tresses that fell before his eyes- pulling them back and tucking them behind his right ear. He wasn't looking forward to what the night had in store, but would grin and bare it like he normally did.

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Woe this crazy circumstance, she knew his life deserved a chance...
but everybody told me to be smart.
Look at your career they said, "Baby girl use your head",
but instead I chose to use my heart - the story of my life ~ Alarikk

[ll Agonia ll]

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ฬith: Bartholomew
ｱlace:Hallway // Headed toward Kitchen

Golden eyes were solely watchful of the wounded decoration bequeathed Bartholomew’s neckline. Deep down the host handler wondered the exact moment he became nothing more than a babysitter doomed to abandon his authentic career at the wayside. The worse part of this current occupation was suppressing the inborn urge. Constantly, he had to asphyxiate his desire to do away with the goods. Trained consequence felt to be dangling like a pendulum across an unseen line that separated civilian behavior and syndicated homicide. More alarming, however, was his person and psyche. They were both adapting to this lifestyle the Second Dragon relished more than he should.

Everything about Bartholomew’s demeanor, from voice inflection to body language, displayed a defensive quality. How abnormal this was a new side-affect reflected by any one of Kidou’s victims. Or that he had come in contact with anyway. Most would be silenced completely, or rendered the opposite extreme of blubbering like a weeping infant. The hand which had apprehended the host’s chin; was converted into a head thumping tool. Bartholomew’s dark hair swallowed his milky appendage of touch. The movement was fast and barely there, clearly only a tactic to help knock sense back into the insinuation made by the other.

“*Aho.” Blunt voice and blank expression kept Cassius' face company, while responding to the mocking words. It was not as if he had not been advanced upon before, by an imprudent child, in the past. Some viewed his lack of interest as moralistic while others considered him a container deficient of a sex drive. None of these assumptions did much to unravel his dignity for they all lacked in reality. In most cases, these mocking suitors were only speaking to achieve a rise from him. The manager unfortunately was absent the passion to care either way. Many messes’ were left behind by pleasure's destruction and those were undesirable to the man. Or maybe he found no one of merit to allow the stoking his fire? Regardless of which, his thought process had been detoured from the point at hand.

“That man will never bestow you with notification before he strikes.” A knowledgeable smirk activated his lip in a subtle motion. Both arms were harmoniously folded athwart his sore torso, to better harness his reflexes. So this one did not favor being viewed as vulnerable The other’s declaring finger point only added to the comical situation of overcompensation. This person’s response was somewhat childish maybe? Cass was reminded of an adolescent youth battling between truth and dare. The impact of the engaging words were of little consequence to him and only uprooted an abnormal chuckle.

“Your skills are better suited to clients. . .” He had only stopped his progression to the kitchen, in order to positively identify that the play toy had not been wrecked by any irrevocable method. Besides the shook appearance, everything seemed in working order on Bartholomew. Unfortunately the boy’s mouth was most of all intact. Too bad he did not take your words. Aloofly, Cass began the wide gaited stroll toward his original distention, pondering if he should allow Kidou to have the boy. Backward glance emerged from the horizon of his shoulder. Golden eyes smoldered like sun vanquishing darkness. "That man, and I are far beyond your capability, young one.” he finished his own tease exposing the other hallway dweller to an expression Cassius rarely let be seen. Especially by anyone other the second dragon.

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{{๏ut ๏f ๔ategory:-laughing at Bartholomew-
He is so funny when frazzled. . .
Ouo he made Cassius laugh.}}

ｲranslation:

*Aho= fool

[Fox_of_Black Fire]

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❝xxI'm lucky if I ever see the light of day again
my sin is choking me, my crude built walls are closing in
This cell is filled with claw marks easing me, their teasing me,
they told me so I didn't know the fall would be this easy
How long until it starts to do me in?
I can't give when I'm not breathing in
I know they'll come with what I'm owed
Guilty as charged......

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XXXXXXXXXXxxxxxxxXXXXXXXXYour way to life has only showed me what a fool I am
It serves the purpose of confirming I remain condemned
And I will ever linger on the edge
Unless you hear me!
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☛ ● ● ● Jagger Bel Muse

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Jagger gazed upon the figures that were the two chefs a smile of impish nature, enjoying the little show that was playing out before him. Not aware of the person drawing ever closer to him, an echo of a voice ringing in his ears like soft bells that chirp from ribbons of gold twisted about robes of god's angels. Shifting his storm colored orbs on the one with long hair of blue silver as words formed on the lips of the beauty gracing on a path toward Jagger. "Sleep............oh you mean the state of which I'm dead to the world?, yeah you could say I slept pretty contently. i was tempted to stay in my chamber all evening." He remarked one corner of his pale pink lips turned up in a slight smirk, as the other went on explaining how he became more adorable by the day only caused Jagger to shrug his shoulders with mild amusement.

"Why say such things, you'll make me blush." He in a sweet innocent voice as he covered his features with his slender pale hands, which no color painted his cheeks in what known as a blush the male though to play along with his dear friend Yasei. It was odd how such a pair like themselves could delight in the company of one another, the games they played with their victums were much the same that they enjoyed pressing buttons for reactions that would be described as deadly are just plain amusing. He did catch the faint draw of fear slipping into the forest green eyes of the male as his gaze flickered over to the good doctor as he entered the food preparation area only to vanish through doors of the storage place where the extra food lay for the picking.

His at most attention turned back on Yasei as the though of him cutting his hair formed a image within his mind. Jagger turned his nose up with refusal of even thinking of the idea, reaching up one hand to push long strand of soft locks behind Yasei's ear he smiled sweetly. "Never sink to the level of ending the time of long silken locks, as being a host much like my self one should know the honored guest who visit like the choice in different desserts. If all had the same flavor then life would become barren around this dark depressing dwelling." He said in a manner as if he was explaining things as studied in the arts of being a teacher.

The though of the two appearing in the same design only pushed caution to the front of his jumble thoughts. A shake of the head to confirm the idea would not be accepted, "Twins are show as mirrored images of one another. Which in true we do come close to a perfect mirrored illusion, yet that would soon come undone by the height deference between you and I. Plus the slight color tone of skin and hair are not the perfect match like that of identical twins would posses." He did not take much joy in burst the little bubble, then again that was a lie for he did enjoy popping fantasies watching them deflate before his eyes.

"In secret I find the way you are now if not perfect it's a very close second." Jagger stated as he winked at Yasei, he then made a quick grab for a apple which he took a bite a soft moan leaving his lips as the crisp taste exploded in his mouth. He would have leaped in the air if he happened to be partaking in the delightful taste of strawberries but the substitute would satisfy him for the time at hand.

❝xx How long until I find the strength to stand
I wait for mercy in your bleeding hand
I know they'll come with what I'm owed-guilty as charged
My enemies belittle me reminding me the penalty of all my deeds despite my pleas is death xx❞
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[The Hired Uke]

~Bartholomew Del Rosa/~
"Please, call me 'Rue'~"

It came as no real surprise that Cassius showed absolutely no interest so Bartholomew wasn’t all that bothered by it. In fact, a grin had only further formed on his features as the manager continued speaking. He learned that the man who had grabbed him was one who favored sneak attacks, this was good to know. With that bit of information he could keep his guard up and be ready just in case. The grin was not long lasting; however, the look he was still being given was enough to start re-irritating him. It was the chuckle that followed that really did it. “At least I have some, fridged b*****d…” he stepped aside and watched as the other went on his way, his departing words only enticing a quirk of an eyebrow from the host. While that was not a look or statement he had ever heard from the normally blank faced male, it sounded an awful lot like a challenge. His gaze was only drawn away from the other dark haired male when Jagger had passed by. He had given the two of them a simple nod, not the usual greeting one expected from the other but Bartholomew allowed it to slide since he now had his sights set on a more entertaining target.

Bartholomew knew that it would be pointless to even attempt to pursue Cassius and besides, the man was far to cold and boring to really motivate him to try. It was this mystery man that had caught his complete and full attention. Turning, Bartholomew stormed off in the opposite direction, “As if he knows what my capabilities are,” he grinned slightly, “The challenge is set, let the games begin.” His destination was still the night lounge and it wouldn’t take him long to get there. In fact, it only took him a short stroll down a few halls before he came to the correct door.

Sighing and pushing the doors open, the host walked in. This was where the favored patrons often gathered. Though it seemed the night was going to be a slow one, and most of the potential clients had settled in the cocktail lounge…it seemed that they were more interested in drinking and relaxing. Boring stuff to say the very least, but no matter, they didn’t interest him. Taking a seat on one of the several comfy couches, Bartholomew sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. It was in that moment that he felt his stomach churn and then let out a light growl. He was still hungry…he’d forgotten about that. But, did he want to miss his chance to run into mystery man or did he want to go and get something to eat? Eyes still closed he frowned and let out a growl of his own.

[Dr. H. Lecter]

"If you don't make a few enemies in your life you're a coward or worse: boring."

Knox had spent the last few days doing nothing but dealing with business. It seemed like he hadn't slept in days, though that was of course just dramatic. As he walked narrow halls, a strange thought crossed his mind: was this the right way? The directions he'd been given were vauge at best, and now he was left to wonder if he'd made a mistake. It was too late to change back now, though. When in doubt, always go left. Always turn left and you'll eventually find what you're looking for. Or go insane. Though he didn't have to worry about that anymore.

Knox finally found the entrance, and when he arrived, he was pleased by what he saw. The room was warm and inviting, and the quiet chatter was nice. He didn't pay much attention to the music, however. He glanced around, and found that there was no one immediatly at the door. He shrugged and headed to take a seat.

Knox's hair was medium length, hanging around in what looked something like a mess. He wore a black button up shirt, blue jeans covering his legs. He glanced around, a faint smile crossing his lips. He could get used to this. Nice and private. Well, as much as could be expected, given that it was a club. When Knox sat down, he unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt, leaning back. This was about as relaxed as he'd been in the last few years. Sure, he'd blown off a business meeting to come here, but what the hell. Thats what e-mail was for.

Right on que, his phone vibrated, and he took it from his jean pocket. Glancing over once, he saw that it was indeed a text from his secretary. That idiot Mayor in New York had a problem with reporters snooping around. If he wasn't careful, he'd get caught with those drugs. Knox chuckled a bit. The text said that the Mayor accepted his proposal. Knox sent her a message back, saying that he'd altered the contract. He had planned it this way, of course. So, he sent her the e-mail with the new contract. The pudgy little man would accept, and Knox's Meth dealers in New York would have a much easier time of it.

"All according to plan... as expected."

Of course, things didn't always go so smoothly. It would be nice if they did, but there were certain things that he simply needed to... remove. And, most times, it was best to make it an 'accident'. Others, it was best to make an exibition of the deed. When you had business in so many parts of the world, one often had problems that needed to be dealt with. He couldn't do them all himself, but most of the large things were his to handle. After all, why deal with the small fry when you can wrestle a shark... and win. A smirk crossed his lips, and Knox snapped, trying to signal a server of some kind. He was of a sudden thirst...

"When I want your opinion, I'll give it to you."

HOLYSHITSPACEHOLYSHITSPACE

[xkitty2x]

Koi "Yasei" Tsunade

"Now that your living with a vampire snake,
You better get your self a gun! I'll make you sing just like a boys choir. I'll string you up to have some fun.
RUN DEVIL, RUN RUN, DEVIL RUN"
Location: Kitchen Company: Leo, Muse, Page Thoughts:" I'm so embaressed!!!! Ne~ Jagger-kun is super mean!"

Yasei chuckled in amusement at Mues's words. Oh how cute the short, younger male truly was. The fact that he tried to fake innocence was just so cute, Yasei had to keep himself from showering the male in small kisses for that reaction to his words. Green eyes flicked over Jagger's appearance as he tried to cover his face, no doubt playing with Yasei, since the pale male normally didn't blush to such advantages, Yasei spent no time thinking that he had succeeded in making the mini silveret blush. After all this was just a little game the two enjoyed. Toying with each other and their guess, no one really knew what to expect from either boys.

“Oh Muse-san~ I do believe you and I know very well it is impossible to make you blush. So we should call this a draw,hmm?” he replied simply with a smile.

Though the smile didn't stay for long when Muse voiced his opinion about them, perhaps looking like twins. Though Yasei did agree that he would probably never cut his long silver locks, it was a big part of his charm and he did understand that having different flavors in a sweets shop was important, even if one didn't like sweets. “Hai-i. I would have to agree with you that I wouldn't cut my hair and there is a differences in our skin tone..” he mumbled out. His teasing mood gone for the moment as his eyes watched the movement of Muse's hand. Green hues following the movement of the hand as it pushed some of his own silver locks behind his ear.

And then of course the sweet gesture of Muse, gently moving hair behind his ear had to be paired his sweet words. Did he really think Yasei almost perfect? Oh the thought of it being true sent his heart beating and a light pink hue fill his face. But! To add a wink to his words! Now that got the tall, silveret blushing like a fresh roman tomato.

“....J-Jagger-san~...” he mumbled before turning his back on him,ignoring the blissful moan that escaped the others lips and went towards the dinning table which still had his glass of tea. At the moment he just wanted to distract himself and calm down. And tea would help him in this quest. The faint thought of the doctor being in the room had even escaped his mind as well as knowing that both chiefs where there at well. All that mattered was that he needed to calm down and relax. Maybe find Cassius,get his string and go play for a guest. Yes. That sounded like a good plan!



Out.Of.Cats: Q>Q Crap post. I'm sick and i wanted to finish this~ Hope you enjoyed it