~:: I am yours, and yours alone.. ::~ (M/S) (Needs People.)

[3-10 to Yuma]

Meena clamed herself down. She moved over to one side of the seat and tucked her dress under her to make room. She patted the seat inplying him to sit down beside her. She rested her hands on the keys. As she looked at the music sheet she read over it first and then started to play the song. The song started out slowly then moments later filled the room with it's tone.

[Little Lotz]

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Cesar smiled and took a seat where Meena indicated. He also looked over the sheet, trying to make sense of the more complicated notes but eventually just focused on the simple ones. He smiled as her hands hit the keys, listening to the tune a little before injecting himself. He spoke in an ancient tongue, one that not even himself understood. The words flowed off his lips out of pure instinct, his bold yet soft and smooth voice filled the air with the piano. He sang in harmony to her song, and he would finally close his eyes and just let the music carry him away. He held the edge of his seat with his hands, gently rocking back and forth as he sang.

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Meena's hands flowed over the keys, with a small pause she turned the page of the book to keep the song playing.

After moments later. The song slowed down, The rish sounds depleating as it slowed little by little. Then ended with the final note. The last note echoed for a while in the room. And once again the room was full of silence but this time there were two people sitting in the room. Meena turned to Cesar and smiled. "You have a lovely voice." She said to him. "How was the song?" She saked him. She was still unsure about her playing even if he did say she was good.

[Little Lotz]

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Ah, the song ended. How he wished for it to just continue. It had been a stressful day for him, and getting the opportunity to sing helped him unwind. He had completely lost himself in song up until the very last note, and even after that, his eyes remained closed and a smile graced his lips. He was completely absorbed in his own little world, just thinking about things and relaxing in the silence. It wasn't until the Neko next to him spoke that his eyes would open again and he'd break his train of thought. With his hands still on the edge of the bench, he looked to the side at her, "Why thank you, Lady Meena. Your playing is wonderful as well." He looked back at the music sheet, just taking a glance, before speaking again, "I liked the song a lot. Very calming and easy to follow... I noticed that you improvised a little with the notes. Very nice add in. Like I said, your playing is great."

He smiled, glad that he was able to sing to an instrument such as this. He had always had a huge appreciation for piano, though lately everyone's been wanting to learn electric guitar... that music gave him headaches. And it was very popular now, which upset him a little. While Cesar loved music, he preferred the more calming and smooth tones. The piano had a combination like no other, performing a sweet string sound and yet at the same time a strong percussion. A wonderful sound.

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Meena blushed a bit at him. She looked at the music sheet. She loved to play but she often lost track of time because of the piano. She could play it for hours on end if she liked to.
"I really like to play the piano. But I don't know how to play any thing other then the piano." Meena sighed. How she wished she could play something like the flute to be able to take it around with her. Such a portable thing and yet a sweet song could come from it. "Can you play anything?" Meena asked him. As she glanced at him then she looked at the music sheet like before.

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Cesar smiled at the blush. Really now, did she not get compliments all that much? He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Ah, I wish I could, but I never had a master who would teach me. The only master I had that was a musician taught me how to sing. Apparently, I was already really good, but he taught me how to make it better. But I wish I could play piano, it's my favorite instrument." He thought about it for a few moments before perking his head up a little, "Oh! Well, I do know a little violin, but I never really got the opportunity to completely learn it... I'm a novice. The same woman who taught me how to sing taught me the violin, but she had to give me up shortly into my lessons... long story. Basically she was running low on funds and had to sell me to provide for her kid... Kinda wished I could have stayed. Hm....Maybe I can ask Lady Alana if she knows anything about violin...." He waved his hand in front of himself before saying, "But that's off topic. I mainly just use my voice for music."

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[Miss Alchiap]

Charityxxx Sin

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Was he truly comfortable cooking delicious pastries for his servants? Or did he force himself to do it as an apologize? As the glutton goddess sat down beside him, still munching away on the cup cake that was nearly finished, Charity couldn't help but wonder.... Why would a vampire bother to learn how to cook if he couldn't eat it himself?

'I wonder what his true age is?'

So many questions, but it felt wrong to ask. Despite knowing she would be living with him, it still felt rude. The past for many is such a sensitive topic and it isn't needed to be poured out at once. Since her mind was wrapped up in itself, trying to decide weather or not to jump start that conversation, she hadn't noticed her hand bring the small cake a bit forward. It's target to the processor failed to meet as the tip of the chocolate cup cake smacked the tip of her nose, leaving green residue behind. When she realized it, those once pale cheeks bubbled up. That face had turned completely red, giggling as she wiped it off with her index finger.

"Ha... Ha, guess I wasn't paying attention....."

Charity just smiled, just smiled as she always did before sucking it off the cream. But it was a mistake to finally feel just even a little bit comfortable.Those thin lips turned into a frown, biting the polished nail to mask over a different pain. She forgot those wings were bounded still, and regrettably, she went to stretch them out.

"Hmmmm...."

That sweet breath uttered out a silent whine; those lids shut as her body shifted over, leaning against the arm rest without the wings touching the couches back. This would be something she would have to get use to, but, it was hard thing to change over night.

"Would... Would be it alright if this can come off when I sleep?"

This flightless bird could deal with not flying for a couple more days, but not being able to stretch or sleep comfortably may cause an irritable harpy to stalk the halls. Those lids reopened, glancing over to see Esien's face. Those hues were pealing with him; she didn't want to cause any trouble, but just wanted this one thing.... Even if it was just for tonight.

"Please?"

[The Abusive]

Keill Arcous

Finding love
Feels like
. . .Heaven

A new male showed himself, he looked cold. So cold, his eyes felt like they were dead once they were stared at. This male was named Keill, and he had no compassion to anyone. His dominative presence obviously stated the fact that here he was, looking for a slave, the perfect slave that'll do his bidding. "Now, who shall it be. . ." the words were released thrillingly, an eerie breeze followed after he said it.

This man was truly evil, or was it just his looks? No one knows yet, not yet. Keill though, thought that he could observe around just so he could find the perfect slave. Will he be able to find it, the mystery goes on for him. He hungered to be in-command of somebody, or something. He didn't really care.

But losing love
Feels like
Hell. . .

[_-OoGrace like RainoO-_]

Alana-Ray Eltsina

There they stand, the innumerable stars..

It was time to cook the meat balls. They wouldn't take more than a few minutes, which was why she had saved them for last. After dropping all of them into the pan, she would grab three large serving bowls. In one, she would put in the sausage, the second would be for the drained noodles, and the third she left on the counter for the meat balls. She took some paper towels and laid them inside the bowl, to drain the grease from the meat balls once they were done. She would leave the sauce on the stove, since she could just let that simmer until the food was being served, to keep it warm. By the time she had done all of this, it was time to turn the meat balls in the skillet. She had cooked them in the same fat as the sausage, not minding the fact that it would mix the flavors.

She would use the thongs to remove the meat balls once they were fully cooked, and she carefully placed them into the paper towel lined bowl beside her. After they were all out of the skillet, she would turn the heat off to the pan. She didn't think she would be cooking anything else in it, not for awhile anyway. She placed the bowls out on the dining room table, and she even came back to the kitchen to grab a few plates, glasses, and forks to set up at the seats of the table. She placed out just two, one for her and one for Ikamo, but she also placed one more out.

For Cesar.

Well, it didn't hurt to place one for him, just in case. After all, he could always eat after he came back later. She would at least show that he wasn't forgotten.

She grabbed a pitcher of water from the fridge, and she would place it at the center of the table. It was cold, and it cleared the palate nicely. No soda or juice for Alana. If Ikamo wanted anything besides the water, he would have to get it himself. The last thing she would place on the table was the spaghetti sauce, to make sure that it was still nice and hot.

Now, it was time to eat.

" Please, Ikamo, come and fill your plate. There is plenty. "

.. shining in order like a living hymn, written in light.

" Nothing Left to Lose " - Puddle of Mudd.

[_-OoGrace like RainoO-_]

Angelica "Angel" Faustine.

Beauty is power..

Angel hadn't left the poor, destroyed lobby. She had been too busy looking around at all the damage to decide to leave. Besides, where else was she to go? There wasn't anything fun to do around here anymore.

Then, he came in.

Another man, and this one was something.. different. He seemed to have a sort of darkness to him. Kind of like he didn't smile very often. He seemed to hold a stature all of his own, as if nothing could bother him. Nothing would change his mind. He knew what he wanted, no questions asked.

Time for Angel to step him.

She walked right up towards the man, a gently sway in her steps. Already there was a sly smirk playing on her lips. Angel knew how to act, and she knew how to get what she wanted. Usually, that is. She stopped right in front of the man before she would place a hand on the curve of her hip. Her long, slender tail began to flick from left to right slowly behind her. She seemed rather interested. Though he did seem a bit stiff, she was sure that she could warm him up.

" Hi there, Sweetie. Can I.. help you with something? "

As she spoke, an almost innocent tone to her voice, she would take a step closer and reach out towards him with her free hand, gently grazing her fingers against his opposite arm. Just a light touch, nothing more. She watched her hand for just a moment before those violet eyes would fix back on his.

Time to see if he would play her game.

.. a smile is its sword.

" Hell Yeah " - Rev Theory.

[Little Lotz]

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.Ikamo☆Dragonite.

I have fallen, to my knees... As I sing a lullaby, of pain...

Ikamo watched as she cooked the meatballs, not particulary caring about what she did as much as it was just him left with nothing to do. He stayed silent, sighing once. He didn't like the fact that he was under her control, but he felt better knowing that she wasn't going to let him starve or anything. It made him wonder why he wasn't given anything to eat earlier. She had readily prepared this meal for him without any prior notice, so that meant that she wanted him to eat... He decided to put the blame on the guards that passed by every once in a while. Were they not supposed to check up on everyone?

His head began to throb.

Moaning lowly, he grabbed his forehead with his hand and clenched his teeth. He had acquired a splitting headache, and began to feel himself almost fade away... though it was slow. It wasn't like the demon, this was more subtle, creeping up on him... a slow and steady decent to madness, a slow process to becoming feral...

'Maybe sneaking a snack wasn't the wisest thing to do....'

He turned around and sat in one of the chairs, resting his head in his hands and his elbows on the kitchen table, closing his eyes. Every once in a while he would rub his temples with his fingers, thinking that it could possibly reduce the pain... but he was wrong, and it only made his head hurt more. He growled in frustration, and just sat there, waiting for the woman to finish whatever she was dong.

He then heard Alana walk over to where he was, and he lifted his head. His eyes were half closed, and he looked exhausted. He waited as she set the table, one, two... three plates? Why three? Maybe she planned on calling Cesar back at some point. She would tell him to fill his plate, and he did just that. He was very tempted to just eat it directly out of the pot it came from, but eh refrained. Just because he was hungry didn't mean that he could go and do something like that. He took a bite into the spaghetti first, and... it was an odd taste. He didn't know how to describe it, but it was faintly familiar and yet so far off from his memory. His headache began to go away, to his relief. He was sure he could have handled not going feral for a while longer but the sooner the better. He had to admit, though, the meal satisfied him.

No, more than that.

It was good.

Really good.

He almost didn't want to admit it. He was already at the mercy of this woman and to have to say something like that...? It might hurt his pride. Maybe not, though, he was no cook and no one else probably would have done it for him. But the thought of having to give credit to her was what bothered him. None the less, he decided that he would have to tell her at some point. He ate without a word, struggling a bit with the fork but overall getting the idea. It had just been so long since he ate with utensils. Every once in a while he would look back at Alana, but only for a second, just wondering what expression she wore.

I'm feeling broken, in my melody... As I sing, to help the tears, go away...

[_-OoGrace like RainoO-_]

Roseline Adachi

My heart beat so hard when I was near him..

At first, it seemed as if this was going to be a piece of cake. Just hop for a bit, and then everything would be okay. This girl was such a help, too! She didn't think she would have been able to make it back on her own. She would have gotten too tired, and who knows if she could have ever found her way back. As they walked, the woman soon gave her name. Roseline looked up to her before she would smile. Introductions were always pleasant.

" It's nice to meet you, Violet. I'm Roseline. "

Things were going so wonderfully, well, as wonderful as they could be, until Violet asked her why she had taken off. Roseline lowered her head, to look back to where she was walking. She had to actually think about her answer before she said it. Well, what was she suppose to say?

" Well.. I guess.. I had gotten scared. I.. I guess he was just mad or something. That man. I don't know who he is, but.. I don't know, you know what I'm saying? "

Okay, that made so much sense! Roseline just dropped it, knowing that she would only make things even more confusing if she continued to try. She heard the roll of thunder, and several times now she had tucked her hair back to keep it out of her face from the wind blowing it around.

The storm was getting closer.

.. I feared he could hear my secret longing for him.

" Like the Angel " - Rise Against.

[The Abusive]

Keill Arcous

Finding love
Feels like
. . .Heaven

Somehow, Keill wasn't able to act normally as the female approached. He was entertained, amused. It was long before he was able to actually feel this way, now it was even unknown.

His eyes were still cold, though when it set eyes on her. He had no questions for her, he had nothing but a stare of awe. . . Yet, it wasn't even obvious. He was able to keep a straight face since he was used to giving negativity anywhere he went.

He was keeping silent, only observing her as she approached. Keill wasn't one to start the conversation, since he wasn't fond of attention but he didn't mind being showered or even given some.

Then, he noticed her tail. . . This time, he wanted to speak. He felt her touch, but not even a little did he move anything that wasn't above the neck.

". . .I'm here to take a slave. My price will depend, so. . . I shall be helping myself."

The deep voice of the male seemed gentle enough to have him recognized as a human, not anything else.

But losing love
Feels like
Hell. . .

[_-OoGrace like RainoO-_]

Angelica "Angel" Faustine.

Beauty is power..

That was it? Just a simply reply? She hadn't expected him to act nervous or anything, but she had at least hoped for some kind of reaction. Well, this was either going to get interesting, or boring. She pursed out her bottom lip for a moment, as if she were thinking.

" Well, Alana is away right now. Taking care of some business, I suppose.. "

She smiled, but again played that innocent factor. The kind where the voice was sweet, but you just knew that there was something more behind it. She pulled her hand away from his arm to place it flat against his chest, moving herself just that much closer to him. As she spoke now, she would raise her hand a bit, so that she could place her index and middle finger tips against him. Slowly, she began to move them upward, in almost a walking motion. One finger forward, then the next.

" I could show you around, if you'd like. Maybe you'd like to see my room.. "

Her fingers would stop at the base of his neck, where she would pause a few moments before she would pull her hand away. For a short time, she would stand still, her body still very close to his. Just to add to the tension she had already created. Finally, she would take a step back, her tail swinging back and forth once again as she looked up at him.

He wouldn't play hard to get for long.

She was sure of it.

.. a smile is its sword.

" Hell Yeah " - Rev Theory.

[_-OoGrace like RainoO-_]

Alana-Ray Eltsina

There they stand, the innumerable stars..

Alana would watch him as he fixed his plate, and even as he began to eat. She was glad to see that he seemed satisfied with the meal. A gently smile soon formed on her lips as she watched, happy to see that he seemed to be doing better. She had noticed that he seemed to be having some head ache problems, at least she assumed that was the case. Perhaps all he needed was a good meal. She still felt terribly guilty about the fact that he hadn't been fed the entire time he was here.

Soon, she would step out of the room. She was sure that as long as he was eating that she wouldn't have to worry about him trying to sneak off. Well, that and she was also sure that he wouldn't try to leave unless he knew she'd be gone for awhile. She was merely stepping towards the front door. She walked out on to the porch, waiting a moment before she would call out.

" Cesar! "

It wasn't a yell, but simply her raising her voice slightly. She remembered him saying that she wouldn't have to call loudly for him, that he could be able to hear her just fine. Well, she would see about that. If he didn't arrive soon, then she would call for him again.

Now, she stepped back into the kitchen, and she would separate the glasses from one another before she would begin to fill them with water from the pitcher. She placed the first one in front of Ikamo, giving him a soft, warm smile as she did, and she placed the second one in front of the spot reserved for Cesar. She then took the last one for herself, taking a sip out of it before she would stand back and wait.

She wouldn't eat until Cesar had arrived.

.. shining in order like a living hymn, written in light.

" Nothing Left to Lose " - Puddle of Mudd.