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 Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 6:14 pm
 It was a time when Kings, Queens, Princes, and Princesses ruled the world as it was serparated into kingdoms. There was no electricity and gagets to worry about and one of the best jobs was to work in the castle of your kingdom. If you were different, you were looking down upon. Sooo not the best place for a Neko to live in.
Izaya is a neko who has always been made fun of for the way he looked. Don't get me wrong, there was nothing wrong with his looks..people were willing to look past those ears and that tail at times just because his other looks were so good. But it was those ears and the tail that caused him so many problems. He was beyond grateful when he got a chance to work in the castle with one condition: he had to try to be as little seen as possible. Izaya agreed and people rarely knew that the royal family had a neko working in their castle, even the family barely ever saw the boy.
Now there is a ball coming up, a costume ball to be exact. The prince is to find his mate during this ball, otherwise his parents will decide who he marries for him. And nobody wants that, right? During the night of the ball, somehow the other servants convince Izaya to 'dress up' and attend the ball for a night of fun. He's rarely seen so people won't recognize him. So he dresses up in his 'cat' costume and has fun until he goes off to check on the other servants in runs into a man who well tries to do stuff to him. Thankfully, the prince comes by at that moment and gets the man to leave. He hates that he has to choose a mate in one night and asked Izaya to help him, not realizing he's a staff member. Izaya agrees to help him pick out a mate, but seems to find something wrong with every person the prince suggests...why is that?
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 7:30 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 7:38 pm
{{Sure~ I just need to get my profile up for Izaya and then I'll be ready but feel free to make a profile for the prince. Just put his name, age, picture, and some information about him}}
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 8:16 pm
 Name: Izaya Waldorf
Age: Seventeen
Personality: He blushes really easily and is innocent. He's not afraid to speak his mind though and can be very stubborn at times. He loves to help out others. He speaks the honest truth so sometimes he can be a bit rude, but overall he's generally nice. He hates when people judge others. He seems shy cause he gets embarrassed easily and stays out of the way, but he's not.
Jobs: He cleans rooms, helps with cooking, makes sure the fireplaces stay lit during the night, and helps take care of the horses. Basically anything that he can do while staying out of sight.
A little info: Izaya was always made fun of for being a homosexual neko. Two things that aren't accepted during this time. He's different and unique which makes most people look down on him and others attracted to him. He loves to read and cook desserts; he cooks the prince's favorite desserts but the prince doesn't know that. Just like the prince doesn't know that Izaya is the one who keeps his fire burning at night. Izaya got the job of working at the castle on one condition: he had to try to be seen as little as possible. Which he's good at doing, especially since he does most of his jobs at night and sleeps during the day.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 8:55 pm
[I'm still currently making mine, is here any way I can get it to you tomorrow?]
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 9:41 pm
{{Yep that's fine~ Take your time.}}
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 1:38 pm
 Name: Prince Jonathan the Twelfth
Age: Nineteen
Personality: A little mischievous at times, since he's cooped up and doesn't usually get to have fun. He does things the way he wants, regardless to what his adviser says. He goes to parties more than he probably should, but he doesn't care.
Jobs: To rule the kingdom in the way he seems fit.
Extra Info: Both of John's parents died in a successful assassination attempt, so he was left to rule the entire country without prior experience. Due to the fact he's on his own, he's much more prone to doing the opposite of what is expected with him. That's why Izaya kinda seems like a bit of fun...
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 12:44 pm
Izaya let out a soft yawn as he was starting to get tired. He had been up all night doing his usual work only to get a couple hour's of sleep just to have to return to work again. This time he'd be able to work during the day though. They needed extra hands to help make the castle ready for the ball that night so Izaya was basically stuck working over 24 hours now. He didn't mind though; in fact, he liked his job. He liked helping out and it was sort of cool to see the castle at night all light up by the moonlight. It was peaceful and he didn't have to worry about people giving him stares or whispering things behind his back. The people that he worked with weren't bad and actually accepted him, it was more the noble, rich people that visited that had rude things to say. That's why he planned on trying to stay out of sight as much as possible even during the day now. And it wasn't too hard since everyone was too busy running around and making noise, trying to get the place ready in time. Tonight would be the ball where the prince would have to choose a bride. It seemed like the prince's advisor must've came up with this plan because from what Izaya heard, the prince wasn't too keen on marrying soon. Izaya figured that's probably why the prince seemed to have trouble sleeping lately. He let out a soft sigh and pulled himself away from thoughts of the prince. Right now, he was in the kitchen helping get the food ready. He loved spending time with the cook, Mr. Doyle or Jacques as the other insisted Izaya called him. Jacques was an older french man who loved to talk and loved to cook. He was protective over Izaya like an older brother would be and loved to compliment the young neko boy on his cooking skills..plus he found it amusing how Izaya would always blush every time he got a compliment from anyone. "Who are you dreaming about?" Jacques said in his thick french accent with a smirk on his face as he already knew. Izaya's cheeks turned a pretty pink hue as he tried to focus on the dessert he was making and mumbled, "I'm not dreaming about anybody..." Jacques laughed loudly and said, "Mmm-hmm~ That's why you're going to the ball tonight! Then you can stop daydreaming about Jonathan and actually be with him." Izaya gave the other a look to tell him to keep his voice down and laughed softly. "I'm not going to the ball, Jac~ That would be a horrible idea." Jacques shook his head and said, "Yes you are! We've already got everything figured out for you. What?...Are you scared that he'll actually choose you?" Izaya couldn't help but smile at the idea but shook his head. "That will never happen.." he said softly and went back to work.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 3:11 pm
"Prince Jonathan? Prince Jonathan! Your highness? Tonight is very important to yourself and the entire kingdom. We mustn't keep the public waiting~" The Prince's adviser waited patiently for an answer, but the words fell upon deaf ears. Prince Jonathan the twelfth was running as fast as his muscular legs would carry him. He was planning to outrun the guards so that he could be alone tonight so he could enjoy the last few hours he had of being single. Long lean legs shot the prince over a chair in the dining hall, a few dozen men chasing close behind. "Your highness! Please come back!" Jonathan only smiled and ran faster, showing no signs of slowing down. In a desperate attempt to throw them off, Jonathan ran into the kitchen and looked at the cooks in there. He nodded at Jacques whom he'd seen before, but the little neko was new... But going back to the mission at hand, he climbed into one of the lower cupboards and whispered with his smooth english accent, "Rap twice when they're gone." The door shut and the guards ran in soon after, out of breath and exhausted. "Where in the bloody hell did he go? Dammit he's fast..."
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 7:33 pm
Izaya picked up the pan of desserts that he was working on and headed for the oven. He stopped himself just in time though as somebody ran into the the kitchen. He glanced at the other, about to chew them out but stopped as he saw who it was. His cheeks heated up as an automatic reaction to it being the prince who had been the one running into the kitchen. Jacques had simply nodded with a small smirk on his face. He was use to Jonathan doing this often since the prince loved to get away from his adviser. Izaya wasn't use to it since once again he worked nights. Jacques went back to work as if everything was normal as Izaya saw Jonathan climb into one of the lower cupboards. "But.." he tried to protest but the other was already closing the door. He let out a soft sigh, figuring what could it hurt. It's not like they'd be the ones getting in trouble if the guards did find the prince. He turned back around and put his dessert in the oven like he had planned to do right away. As he headed back towards the table that him and Jacques were using to prepare food, he heard the kitchen doors open as his blond cat ears twitched slightly at the sound. Izaya pointed towards the back door of the kitchen and said, "He ran out....and said something about heading for the stables~"
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 8:27 pm
The prince was let out by Jacques and Jonathan smiled at the both of them. "Well done. And the part about the stables- absolutely brilliant. Halfway across the courtyard! Enough time for me to escape now, with the guards blundering about the courtyard. And I can leisurely roam back through the castle as a shortcut, and not even worry about them. Thanks mates. It's been an honor." He flashed his gorgeous smile to them both, and with a tip of his hat, walked straight out of he kitchen as calm as ever like nothing happened. The prince smiled at the visual he had gotten of Izaya's ears. Everyone made fun of Nekos like it was an abomination. Jonathan thought it was downright adorable. He had a couple of cars of his own. A person with cat ears and tail was something to be dreamt about. Not... Not that jonathan would admit hat Izaya's was cute or anything... Although in a certain light Izaya looked like a girl... Jon fought wih these thoughts and weird feelings going down the hall, trying to get the neko out of his head.
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 8:10 pm
Izaya smiled back at Jonathan as the other's smile was contagious. He nodded his head as he listened to the prince's comment, trying to ignore the burning blush that was on his ivory cheeks. He wasn't always used to being complimented on something, especially not be the one he liked. Yes, Izaya had a crush on Jonathan if that isn't obvious yet~ He wasn't exactly sure why cause this was the first time the two had actually talked, but something still drew him into the other. He didn't say anything back to Jonathan though, mostly because the other was already tipping his hat and on his way by the time Izaya had pulled himself out of his thoughts. Izaya bit the inside of his lip as he smiled once the other left, a warm pleasant feeling forming inside of him. He knew it wasn't much, but he was happy that the two of them had talked. He still didn't see it as even a possibility that he could end up with the prince, but it still made the little neko happy to think that now that Jonathan had seen him, maybe he'd stay in the other's mind for a bit. Izaya knew about Jonathan's cats as he took care of them at nights and being a neko, he naturally had a connection with them. Izaya was once again pulled out of his thoughts as Jacques let out a dramatic 'Ahem' and a knowing smirk. "Back to work lover boy~" he teased as Izaya blushed once again and went back to work. They still had a busy day ahead of them to be able to be ready in time for the ball tonight.
{{Should we skip to the time of the ball?~}}
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 2:04 pm
The Prince was eventually apprehended while taking a nap and was forced to get ready for the ball. Jonathan reluctantly dressed in his finest clothing knowing it was going to be nothing but pandemonium when the he went out to choose his dame. All of the noblemen will be trying to make him take their daughter as a suitor and profit from the marriage. Jonathan knew right away that no choice would be made until he knew if there was a love connection. No love equals no marriage.
The prince finally stepped out after he was finished, and took the long walk through the hall that led to the ballroom. Once he was seen, men were already scurrying to introduce their daughters to the prince. Having been prepared for this, Jonathan raised his hands and yelled, "Stop! If you want me to take your daughters into consideration, you must sit and wait at the tables I have provided for such a purpose. Otherwise, leave. I will peruse at my own expense. Not because you fiendish people want to marry me off to someone I don't love." Everyone was sitting except a few who came merely to wish the prince luck. The room was definitely quiet after the prince's words.. they were extremely rash for someone who was of such royalty. Jonathan's adviser would have fainted at the words. Jonathan walked around the sitting tables and examined women. Since there was most likely going to be no love between the two, he mainly criticized on how fit and healthy they were, along with attractiveness.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 2:44 pm
Izaya had eventually finished helping out in the kitchen and had left to go up to his room to get ready for the ball. He had tried to stay in the kitchen, insisting that there was more to do, but the staff wouldn't have it. They told him that he worked too much already and that he was going to this ball. They all thought he deserved it and were happy when he finally went up to his room to change. So here he was standing in front of the small mirror in his room, trying to see if he looked alright. It was a costume ball so of course he was 'dressed up' like a cat~ His tan cat ears blended perfectly into his golden blonde locks and his tan tail swayed happily behind him. He was wearing a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a red and gold stripped vest with black lacy trim, short black shorts, thigh high black stockings, and simply black shoes. It was a mixture between male wear and female wear, something that he thought fit him well since he was a feminine male after all. The clothes clung to him to show off his slender, petite body but still covered majority of his skin. He also had on a black, red, and gold simple mask that surrounded his deep blue eyes and helped hide his identity a little bit more. He was currently playing with his fingers as he was nervous as hell right now. This would be his first ball and he was just a palace worker, even though others didn't know that. He was afraid that he'd act out of place though. Plus this was the ball where Jonathan would choose his bride-to-be. Izaya already decided that he'd slip out when that announcement was being made. He knew that he wouldn't be able to stand it to see the one that he loved choosing someone other than him. And he was not an option so that wasn't going to happen.
He smiled weakly at his reflection in the mirror and tried to push away those thoughts for the moment. He knew that the ball had already started, but it's not like he needed to be there on time. He was just going to slip in anyways. He headed out of his room now, figuring he better go now before he chickened out. He made his way down to where the ball was being held and slipped in through one of the back doors. He glanced around the area and saw that the people who were here just for the ball were dancing, talking, and eating...basically just having a good time. There was a little section near the front of the ballroom though that seemed to be where Jonathan, his possible choices for a bride, and their fathers seemed to be. The room that was filled with music, talking, and laughter though died down to a hush when the prince announced what he expected of the daughters and fathers. Izaya had to hold one of his slender hands up to his mouth to keep from laughing. Not that it was funny...well just amusing that the royal prince was talking to the nobles in such a way and that the nobles looked absolutely shocked. The daughters and fathers sat down though and the dancing started back up again from the people that were simply there for the ball and to hear who would be the future princess. Izaya's attention was caught as a male came up and asked him to dance. He smiled and nodded his head, nervous since he didn't know how to dance that well but excited to actually dance at a ball. Once again, Izaya had such a feminine air to him at times that people didn't comment on the two men dancing. It was a ball to have fun at, not to judge. As Izaya danced and let the other male lead, he would glance occasionally at Jonathan, watching as he examined the women and wondering what was going on in his head.
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