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 Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 9:50 pm
 TEEN ADULTName: Dream Gender: Male Pokemon: Ninetails Stage: Adult Player: Painted Moose Artist: Orpheus Solon This journal belongs to Painted Moose, please don't post without permission.
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 8:31 am
Rules!
~Follow all shop and Gaian guidelines/rules.
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Dream
Vulpix / Ninetales
Growths
Requirements
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 9:04 am
☀☀☀☀ Dream ☀☀☀☀
☀Nickname: N/A
☀Gender: Male
☀Stage: Teenager
☀Sexuality & Status: Bi ; separated from Quinn
☀Height: 6'2"
☀Weight: Light appearance, but hefty due to muscle Loss buff muscle mass, so slender muscled. More like a runner.
☀Nature: Vain
☀Occupation:: Competition/Show Poke'mon. Host. Model. Host.
☀Likes:
Warmth
Mirrors
Compliments
Performing (in the ring!)
Sunbathing (in the nude!)
Being with his family
(Pecan cookies. He's developed a lust for them.)
☀Dislikes:
Restricting clothing
Rain and high humidity (ruins his hair/fur!)
Sweets (They'll ruin his figure!...even if they are delicious)
Anything cold (He gets sick easy and besides, it sucks!)
☀Personality: Dream has changed a long since he first changed. While he is still entirely too vain for his own good, he doesn't work as hard for it anymore now that his modeling career is over. He keeps himself on a diet, but doesn't follow it too closely (as he's prone to forget to eat). These days he's prone to emotional outbursts and fits of melancholy. I wonder what that's about...?
☀Background: When Cordy was just a young girl her father passed on, leaving her mother alone to raise two rambunctious girls. Added to that mix was her sister's protective Magmar, and her mother's prize Ninetales' sisters.
Despite being a flying type lover herself, Wendy encouraged a love of fire types in her daughters, something she'd always had a passion for. They studied together, went on trips to see exotic Poke'mon from other lands, and when Cordy was old enough, her mother allowed her to keep one of her Ninetales' egg as her own.
Unfortunately, once it hatched, the young Vulpix didn't take to her and instead was placed on the show bracket with his mother and Aunt. When both of the older foxes passed, and the girls had left home, it was just Dream and Wendy in their little house in the country, which strangely enough, suited them both just fine. The two enjoyed the relaxing atmosphere, and when Wendy would go out for weeks at a time for work Dream would practice his techniques to whip up on the competition.
That is, until he changed. At first Dream wanted nothing to do with himself. In his eyes he was no longer beautiful! Every time Cordelia and Solange would visit he would hide in his room, living under the lies that Wendy said; "He's in town..." "...out for a hike..." It wasn't until a mail-man dropped by one afternoon, catching Dream off guard that he would come back to his old self, just because of one comment; "Aren't you a cute little thing!"
When he transformed the second time he traveled to the city his dear sister and began to work at the club Solange worked in. While she spent her time in the strip club, however, he worked in the Host club, where one fated night he was tracked down as a bounty by the illustrious Quinn. Since then he has been in an accident, a getaway vacation, and countless spats with the man. Even a long distance relationship couldn't stop them!
The arrival of their daughter, Fayth, and an upcoming marriage was to cement their relationship. However, as Dream has left Quinn after a fight, what will become of the Ninetales..?
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 9:05 am
 Type: Fire Number: #037 Average Height: 2'0" Average Weight: 21.8 lbs. Species: Fox Pokémon Gender: ♂: 25% ♀: 75% Resistant: Ice ½×, Steel½×, Fire½×, Grass½×, Fairy ½× Weaknesses: Ground 2×, Rock 2×, Water 2× Immune: None Evolves to: Ninetales  Type: Fire Number: #038 Average Height: 3'07" Average Weight: 43.9 lbs. Species: Fox Pokémon Gender: ♂: 25% ♀: 75% Resistant: Ice ½×, Steel½×, Fire½×, Grass½×, Fairy ½× Weaknesses: Ground 2×, Rock 2×, Water 2× Immune: None Evoles to: None ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Family / FriendsQuinn - Where do I start? He's the most amazing, sexy, patient man I've ever met, but we're no good. He deserves so much more... Fayth - My baby girl. I can't say I've been the most stable dad for her, but I'm going to try if it kills me to get it right for her. Solange - "Sister" ; She's the most unfeminine b***h I have ever met. Some days I hate her, but most I couldn't imagine life without her. Urban - Solange's husband. I tried to seduce him once, which didn't work out well...he's good for her, but I don't spend much time around him. Casey - My odd little nephew. At some point in his life he's going to mark my couch by urinating on it, I just know it. Hawke - My aggressive little niece. She bit me the first time I met her; brought blood! Wendy - She was my mother's trainer, who bred my mother to my father, and then she became my trainer/coordinator. I've been through my entire life with this woman. She's got more love in her than I've ever seen, and a core of steel to put up with me. Somedays...well, somedays I call her "mom".
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 9:08 am
Growths / Updates
☀ June 9, 2013 : Dream has arrived
☀ Jan 18, 2015 : Dream & Quinn's egg hatches into a beautiful baby girl named Fayth!
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 10:16 pm
Requirements!= Teen - > Adult
3 Months Time (June 9, 2013 - September 9, 2013)
1 Response to Growth - x
5 PDs - Urban, Caileen, Quinn, Quinn 2, Quinn3/Urban/Cam/Sol/Jayme, Quinn4, Quinn5, Quinn6
2 Solo RPs or Journal Entries - x & x
2 Skill Learned -
1 Evolution! - Already obtained Name: Dream
Stage: Adult
Pokemon Breed: Ninetales
Evolving: No
Gender: Male
Hair Style: Vaguely like this. Length can be anywhere from just past shoulder and mid back.
Eyes: Same as last time.
Attitude/Nature: Still vain and cocky as ever, though infinitely more toned down.
Clothing Style: No shirt (thought for the amputation reasons below, if you don't want to draw the stump, you can use a sling or a bandage), and a sarong - 1, 2, 3. Actual pattern/colors are up to you and add some leg if you want (the less the better with him lol). Same piercings as before (lip, the two in the ear and belly button), but no other jewelry.
Body Style: Tall & slim; like a runner, so toned. Amputated left arm- stump should end mid-bicep.
Pokemon Features: clawed hands, ears, tails
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 10:08 pm
Teen Entry One As soon as he saw her walk into the room Dream knew that Solange would be a natural. Amongst the vast majority of trussed up sluts in the room, she exuded a certain amount of confidence underneath an innocently nervous look. And yet, when she stalked across the wooden floor, past the wall of mirrors towards him all he could see was murder in her gaze.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? You’re gorgeous.” He cocked a smartass grin at her, but couldn’t avoid the kick that hit his shin and made him curse. “What the-“
“I look like a damn whore,” Solange growled under her breath, looking around the room like she had illegal drugs in her top. In truth, the traditional costume was a bit risqué for her, but it was normal for the belly dancing class they were about to attend. It clung to her curves in a very favorable way, with the bright sheen of the pink playing off her dark skin. “Why do you get to wear your normal clothes and I have to wear this?”
“Because I’m always have naked anyway.” Dream shrugged, moving his tails along with him. He couldn’t stop looking at her. Solange was just so…so feminine in that moment that it had him stopping to actually look at her for the first time since she’d changed. Granted, she didn’t have the biggest “assets” he’d seen on a woman, but they were nice. She had a tapered waist, slender, yet muscled arms, but where her true beauty resided was within her hips. They were large, but not too much so…Perfect for a list of activities he now had playing in his head. “Besides, it looks good on you, or haven’t you noticed the way Mrs. Hurst has been staring at you? I swear, the old woman is a closet lesbian.” He pointed at the middle aged woman, who was now holding her thumb and forefinger up to her face in a ‘call me’ motion. “Okay, so, totally wrong on the closet part.”
Solange groaned rolled her shoulders, arching her back as she did so, an act that would surely get Dream in trouble if Urban knew what he’d been looking at. s**t, this was supposed to embarrass her, not HIM!
“Welcome class!” Their instructor threw open his arms and waved them all into place in front of the wall of mirrors, and subsequently, him. In most ways he was more glitzed up than the women themselves. With a well-placed kick to the stereo at his feet, a livelier dancing song started to boom around the room. “A lot of you know what to do, but for those that don’t just follow me and if you get stuck, that’s alright! Just try your best.” With a grin, he counted down and started to groove.
While Dream moved with a natural fluidity, Solange was very much the opposite. Her body was stocky, much more used to fighting than dancing and even if she looked the part she couldn’t make her legs move how they should be. After a few moments she was more or less growling while she dancing, trying in vain to keep up with the crowd.
With a sigh, Dream slipped up behind her, placed his hands on her hips and moved them for her. Before she could say anything, he leaned in to whisper, “Just follow me on this. You need to loosen up. You’re too tense. Pretend like you’re swimming or flying.” At first nothing happened. She moved mechanically with him, but with his chest pressed against her back Solange started to sway. He could feel her muscles bending for him.
Two songs, three, four…He couldn’t count how long they stayed like that, with him only breaking away long enough to let her have the freedom she needed. Dream couldn’t believe the amount of sensuality in her movements. For once they both had smiles and were enjoying doing something together, instead of yelling and screaming. She had yet to punch him, and he hadn’t thought of ruining her. When he held out her hands for the paired danced she didn’t hesitate to grasp them, and within moments they were sweeping around the hardwood floor together.
When it was over they were both panting, wiping sweat from their brows with rough paper towels and laughing.
“Urban probably thinks I’ve been kidnapped.” Solange chuckled, reaching her hand out for the bottled water Dream offered her. She took a drink, unaware of the grave cast on his once bright face.
“Didn’t you tell him where you were going?”
“Yes, and no. I said I was going to work, and that’d I’d be late, so he’d be alone with the kids, but I don’t think I mentioned that dancing was now overtime.” She grinned, and shrugged her shoulders.
Dream wanted to make a crack about how she should just show him what she learned when she got home, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t say the words because a sudden thickness coated his tongue. Why did it burn so much, hearing her talk about him? Did she have to, when they were having such a good time?
“Hey, bro, are you walking home? We could catch a cab together, if you wanted.”
“No, I’ve…I’ve got a ride. I’m going to head on down so I’m not later than I already am.”
“Oh…” Solange frowned and snatched up her totebag, and the clothing inside. She walked into the hall with him, but when he turned to the stairwell she went to the ladies room.
Bro. Yeah, that’s all she’d even think about him, wouldn’t it? They weren’t even related, but because they had lived together for so long he’d never get a chance to show her anything else. Dream balled his clawed hands into fists to the point blood seeped around his fingers.
It would figure that the first time he fell in loved he’d be friendzoned.
No, worse.
Brother zoned.
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 11:15 am
PD - Dream meets Quinn!
It had been at busy night, but such was the work of a Host. The nightly moon was still high in the sky when Dream exited the building, almost subconsciously flipping his cellphone to check for any texts. As usual, his inbox was full, and as usual he deleted them all. What had started out as a way to get in contact with cuties ended up as a channel for a stream of bitching from one of his co-workers. ‘You stole my blah blah blah’ ‘ate my blah blah blah.’ Ugh, it was enough to make him want to toss the damn thing down a storm drain.
“Aww, are you leaving, Dream?”
He turned his head to see a few girls, one of which was a regular, walking away from the front entrance to greet him. In an instant his face was aglow with a bright smile, his back a little straighter in the dark pin stripe suit he work and his tails perkier than ever. “Forgive me, Sunshine, my shift’s over, but I hope you’ll come back tomorrow night. I missed seeing you.”
The regular giggled and looked back at her friends, then started blabbing away once again, barely noticing the way he kept stepping away, trying to just go home.
The moon was shining down perfectly, giving Quinn ample opportunity to see the surroundings without any issue. He was situated off to a side, looking all sorts of harmless. Nothing about him screamed dangerous. Not when he was wearing comfortable jeans, and a bright yellow shirt that clashed pretty badly with his natural colorings. Not that Quinn minded, it was all part of the ruse he was putting on. The big, bumbling idiot as it were.
He got to his feet, taking a few slow steps and half staggering. He'd spilled a drink on himself earlier so he'd have the noticeable scent of alcohol wafting around him, and had swished some in his mouth and spat it out with a grimace of disgust. How he hated alcohol. That done he went moving towards the group of girls, plowing into one and sending them moving, and loped up to Dream and gave a slight leer. "Hey baby..." not original he knew, but he needed to get the girls to leave, and to get the guys attention. This would work well enough for his purposes.
Well, he’d begged for an intervention, but this was NOT what he’d asked for. Dream couldn’t hide his sneer of disgust as the drunken oaf crowded up to him, practically reeking of alcohol to his sensitive nose. Dream took a step back, noticing the stains on the large man’s obnoxious shirt. Perfect; today just kept getting better. “Woah, back up sir,” He stressed the last word. “Ladies, why don’t you go on inside and enjoy your evening while I call a cab for our…friend here.”
They hesitated and looked at him, almost like they were afraid to leave him alone, but Dream wasn’t was small man. The girls nodded to one another, and went inside.
As soon as they were gone he dropped his smile and gave Quinn a hard glare. “Get the ******** away from me.”
Even as large as Dream was, when Quinn leaned over onto him his knees nearly buckled. His fur stood on end with the feel of this drunken assholes arm on his shoulder, but that wasn’t even the worst part. “I am way beyond anything you can afford, and if you don’t get your fat a** arm off me-“ He reached up to attempt to wrench Quinn’s arm away from him, and side step away.
He was no prostitute, and he’d be damned if he was treated like one! If this guy wanted to keep pushing his luck, let him, oh just let him.
Quinn's hand while in his pocket was pulling loose his cuffs which he was holding so they wouldn't clink together. The hand coming up to his arm was met with a broad grin, and a "Yeah? That so?" and click...there went one cuff, the other dangling a moment even as Quinn reached for it...at the same moment Dream stepped away. s**t.
Still Quinn moved, deceptively quick to close that gap fingers reaching for the swinging cuff to get the guy subdued. "Don't make me play rough handsome, though so long as I bring you in, I get my pay." he suddenly looked less drunk than he'd been pretending to be, eyes sharp and wide open, no longer glassy and half closed. "You have a bounty out on you Dream and I aim to bring you in to collect."
When he was pissed, Dream’s mind often didn’t click as well as it should have. For a moment all he could do was move his mouth like a Magikarp and sputter, his rage building up inside of him alongside his panic. He’d just walked right into a cuffing! Or a half one.
Dream’s sanguine eyes went from charming ruby to a boiling fire in less time than it took for him to spit at Quinn’s face. It wasn’t manly at all, but damn it, he was pissed! “Can you even read, or did you purposefully get my name mixed up with someone else? What the hell have I done to get a bounty on my head?”
He held his free hand away from his body…biding his time to see if he could talk his way out, or if he really needed to get physical.
Quinn wasn't about to get into anything there in front of the club. So he did the next best thing...and cuffed the free side...to himself, well his jeans really but still short of tearing the denim he wasn't going anywhere just now. So Quinn started to walk away.
"We'll talk over here away from the door to your workplace. Be glad I didn't come in and get you while you were working. I decided to wait and save you that embarrassment. As for what you did, not entirely sure. I just know one was put onto you by...well the clients name is on my paper work I'd have to look that over again. I've had other things on my mind."
Such as following this one for the last few days to learn movements and habits and all. The best place to perform this take down. This had seemed the best bet in the end. "My truck is over here. I'll get you in, and we'll go from there." in, cuffed to the bars he had in there for such reasons. Quinn loved his truck, it was big. It was loud. It had a sweet stereo system...
Dream pulled against the handcuffs, wrapping his hand around the connecting chain, until his pride got in the way. The jerk was right. Whatever he had to do to get out of this mess needed to happen away from the door, so that his clients and co-workers wouldn’t see him, let alone management.
And that included NOT getting into his truck! Bounty hunter? Uh huh, yeah right! For all he knew this guy could be…could be some kind of slave trader or something! A Team Rocket, but with people. He planted his feet on the ground, jerked as hard as he could on the chain, snapping through the hold on Quinn’s jeans and took on running.
"I hate when they run." Quinn swore lightly and took off after the fox but not before grabbing a bag with gear in it from the bed of his truck. A hand reached into the bag and fished around a moment. He knew the layout of his bag and out came a new pair of cuffs which he kept in hand, and then there was a small little tranq gun.
He'd set it up earlier, the little concoction meant for this one loaded into the gun and a few more on hand in case he missed. Quinn wasn't above knocking someone on their a** if it meant bringing them in, so he used specially formulated sedatives that he paid a doctor to make up for him based on the species type of the bounty he was going after. Though he had a surplus that he kept on hand. Never knew when it was needed.
"Don't make me shoot your a**." shoot, sedate...whatever really. Quinn lumbered after him quickly, a growl coming from him as he stuffed the cuffs in his pocket realizing he needed a hand free. "Water Pulse!" his hand extended and water came shooting out in an attempt to douse the fire fox. And likely piss him off.
Dream knew these streets better than he’d like, but now it was all that kept him from totally giving into panic. His toned legs ran full steam without hesitation around building turns, running alongside the building for a moment when the curve came too sharp.
He was fast, but not fast enough to avoid the lower half of his tails to be doused. Dream gave into a surprised yelp that quickly became an angered growl. Running in this damn suit was harder than he thought it would be! “Stop chasing me, and you won’t to!” He shot off. In a hurried flourish he turned just enough to attack. “Flame Thrower!” Normally it wouldn’t do much against water, but Dream was experienced. Before he’d “changed” he’d been an elite showman, and his moves, while limited, were honed.
Quinn was not as familiar with the streets of the city having just recently moved to the area...but he was quick at following. He also didn't have cumbersome clothes slowing him down.
"Stop running and I wouldn't have to chase you!" the words were bellowed out as he kept running, watching the other turn. There was a hiss of frustration as the fire move was launched too quickly for him to do much to dodge or block and he felt the flames lick over him, and his alcohol soaked shirt. He didn't stop running, instead blasting himself with his own water move to put out the flames.
Steam and smoke curled off his body and he wiped the water from his eyes as they narrowed. "So that's how you want to play? Okay then..." A wicked smile crossed his lips as he made use of surf, a move he didn't use often...but did seem appropriate for the moment. Make it so the ninetails couldn't keep running easily...while he made his way almost leisurely.
Dream huffed, and jumped over a bike rack instead of taking the five seconds he would have needed to side step it. In theory, it was a sound plan, but when one of his droopy tails got caught on a bike chain he dropped on his a**. Despite the pain, he moved forward as fast as he could to try and dislodge the damn thing, all the while looking up sporadically to keep an eye on Quinn. He couldn’t help, but to grin. Bet that hurt, you little s**t.
No matter what he did he couldn’t rip out enough fur from the chain lock to get his tail free, and when he looked up Quinn was close enough for Dream to see just how screwed he was. Was he…”Seriously?!” Surfing in the city? He couldn’t outrun him, not at this distance, so he opted for a Will-O-Wisp instead.
Quinn looked up just in time to see Dream land on his a** and he smirked thinking 'gotchya!' even as he saw the grin on the others face for the reaction to him being hit by that attack.
Of course Quinn was going to use surf regardless of surroundings he didn't care at this point and it was late enough no one else was about. No one except his quarry anyhow! Much as Dream was too close to out run Quinn, Quinn was too close to dodge that damn move.
Which meant it connected and caused him to cry out in pain when it connected with him. Another blast of water to himself, before he was focused on Dream. The little tranq gun he still held was lifted, aimed and fired at the same time he let loose with blizzard. It would make the area cold as hell he knew, and hopefully slow the fire type down!
Dream didn’t have time to gloat about his success. He saw the gun rising, and tried to duck, but the dart hit him in the shoulder all the same. At first it didn’t register with him why there wasn’t exploding pain in his shoulder, but a nick instead. That is, until he reached up, to yank out the dart and was hit with a friggin’ blizzard.
He couldn’t help it; he screamed. When it was over he was left shivering, hunkered over next to the bike rack as everything started to blur. His growl hadn’t even begun to dim in his throat. “I-I…I-I’ll maa-make you…p-p-p-pay for this…” His eyes closed and opened, then slipped closed again before he fell over.
Quinn shook his head and shoved everything back into the bag before he made his way to Dream the cuffs once more pulled out....and this time both being hooked on. Looking at the caught tail he frowned not wanting to tug and rip out any fur. A bit of fiddling and tugs later and Dream was free with minimal damage...and being hefted up into his arms.
"Alright...lets get you to the truck...and back to be secured...and read over this paperwork again." Quinn was talking to himself quietly. The guy was seemingly a pain in the a** but...'a thief, a liar, a conman' some of the words entered his mind. Smooth maybe, recalling his behavior with the women...fiesty for sure! He glanced down at his ruined clothes with a rueful smile as he lumbered back to the truck and almost tenderly got the other set into the cab...and chained to the bar he had there before buckling him in.
Next stop, his private office and the little holding cell, which is where he put Dream, and uncuffed him before locking the bars on it, and moving to his desk to look at the folder once again.
Butterfree danced in open fields in front of him, sprinkling money left and right for Dream’s open pockets. As he galloped through the field all he could see was the bright sunshine before him, and yet, as he started to wake up the sun changed to fluorescent lighting. Dream rolled over on the cot, swinging his legs over the side with a groan. Why did his head feel so fuzzy? And why were his feet so heavy?
And my God, what had happened to his shoes?
He made a noise akin to a groan, but tempered with an aggrieved sigh. He’d seen the handcuffs, knew why they were there, which meant his nightmare was far from over.
Quinn was pleased to see Dream waking up when he was, having been monitoring the time since he went under to gauge a wake up time. Pushing away from the desk he walked over to the cell, and crossed his arms.
"You don't look like a thief, or conman or a vast majority of the other things listed in the information I have on you. You also don't look like the type who would have stolen a large sum of money from a..." Quinn peered back at the file. "Zevian...also states several articles of clothing and jewelry were stolen..."
Dream coughed into his hand, rolled his shoulders and leaned back against the wall, legs crossed at the ankles. His hands relaxed loosely on his lap, slipping around his damaged cuffs. “Looks can be deceiving, but, you’re right; despite appearances, I don’t have a friggin’ rap sheet.”
He waited, and as he waited he listened to what Quinn had to say about his charges, about the name…to which he instantly shot to his feet with a curse. “That little rat! How dare he even THINK that he can by with his.” Dream paced in the cage. “Take a few of the b***h’s patrons and this is how he acts?” He murmured, talking to himself under his breath before whipping on Quinn. “Clothing? Jewelry? He honestly believed that I would even THINK of touching his gaudy things?” He snorted.
"There's water on the floor there if you want it." a sealed bottle sat there, cold and waiting. Though as agitated as he was he doubted it would be noticed or wanted at this point.
It was always interesting to observe the people he caught while waiting to collect on his bounty. He had to admit, he'd not been terribly impressed with the Mawile who seemed overly dramatic and all. Still a client, was a client...and he'd done as the client asked. he was a decent judge of character having seen a wide variety of slime thanks to his job.
In a snap decision he crossed over to the bars and unlocked the cell. "Give me your wrists." he held the keys in his hand as he waited. "I'm pretty far outside town, and it's late. I'll give you a ride to where ever you were going, then call my client."
Butterfree danced in open fields in front of him, sprinkling money left and right for Dream’s open pockets. As he galloped through the field all he could see was the bright sunshine before him, and yet, as he started to wake up the sun changed to fluorescent lighting. Dream rolled over on the cot, swinging his legs over the side with a groan. Why did his head feel so fuzzy? And why were his feet so heavy?
And my God, what had happened to his shoes?
He made a noise akin to a groan, but tempered with an aggrieved sigh. He’d seen the handcuffs, knew why they were there, which meant his nightmare was far from over.
Quinn was pleased to see Dream waking up when he was, having been monitoring the time since he went under to gauge a wake up time. Pushing away from the desk he walked over to the cell, and crossed his arms.
"You don't look like a thief, or conman or a vast majority of the other things listed in the information I have on you. You also don't look like the type who would have stolen a large sum of money from a..." Quinn peered back at the file. "Zevian...also states several articles of clothing and jewelry were stolen..."
At this point if he would have touched the bottle the plastic would melt and the water would boil. Not only was he beyond paranoid, he was nervous as hell at being cooped up like this, and livid. Why would Zevian do this? Dream didn’t even know the guy all that well, and if the patrons wouldn’t to spend time in the club with him instead of watching that cretin do…whatever it is he attempted to do then whose fault was that?
Dream stood at one end of the cell, cocking his head as he gave Quinn a dry look. “Uh-huh. Yeah right. I’m not going anywhere near you. If you hadn’t noticed-“ He lifted his wrists in the air and gave them a tug. “-last time didn’t work out so well.” This guy was seriously stupid if he thought Dream would fall for the same tricks twice.
"Last time you were also sort of sedated and knocked out so I was able to do that to you. But fine." and there he went tossing the keys into the cell and letting them slide across the cement floor.
"My instincts tell me you've gotten the s**t end of the stick here, and that this Zevian guy is a sleaze ball. He felt off when he came in and just this whole situation reeks of something bad. So I'm turning you loose. Unless you like being handcuffed and locked up?" a dry smile as he simply walked away and sat back down at the desk.
"Phone's there if you want to call someone for a ride, or a cab or whatever." a shoulder lifted in a shrug as he flipped the file shut and pushed it aside. He couldn't explain exactly why he was letting this Dream guy go but it really did feel like the right thing to him.
“Your instincts are pretty shitty if you didn’t come to that conclusion right off the bat.” Dream remarked snidely, bending down to grab the keys. He stayed hunched, looking at Quinn out of the corner of his eye until he’d unlocked the handcuffs. Dream tossed both offending items onto the cot.
Dream pulled down the knot of his tie as he walked out of the cell. His cuffs were already loose, his shirt halfway tucked, and the suit itself was ruined. Not that it mattered. He hated restrictive clothing, but he’d need to buy another before tomorrow’s shift, which was annoying. “…I don’t really have anyone to call, so I’ll take you up on that ride, if you’re still offering.” It wasn’t like he had a choice. He couldn’t call home, Wendy would never let him hear the end of it, and Solange…he couldn’t call her for a while.
"No he came across as a sleazy a** when he came in, but I've dealt with sleazier...and the people I've gone after been sleazier yet, so sometimes I need to see with my own two eyes, even when I get a bad feeling about a client." he couldn't afford to turn down scum, since sometimes they paid pretty well. To have him net worse scum.
Quinn eased to his feet, the ruined alcohol stained shirt removed and he wearing a clean black one. He'd taken the time to change into clean jeans as well and generally cleaned himself up while this one was unconscious. "The sedatives shouldn't leave any lasting effect on you. No worse than taking a nap for an hour anyhow." he headed for the door, and held it open. "After you."
“Your instincts are pretty shitty if you didn’t come to that conclusion right off the bat.” Dream remarked snidely, bending down to grab the keys. He stayed hunched, looking at Quinn out of the corner of his eye until he’d unlocked the handcuffs. Dream tossed both offending items onto the cot.
Dream pulled down the knot of his tie as he walked out of the cell. His cuffs were already loose, his shirt halfway tucked, and the suit itself was ruined. Not that it mattered. He hated restrictive clothing, but he’d need to buy another before tomorrow’s shift, which was annoying. “…I don’t really have anyone to call, so I’ll take you up on that ride, if you’re still offering.” It wasn’t like he had a choice. He couldn’t call home, Wendy would never let him hear the end of it, and Solange…he couldn’t call her for a while.
"No he came across as a sleazy a** when he came in, but I've dealt with sleazier...and the people I've gone after been sleazier yet, so sometimes I need to see with my own two eyes, even when I get a bad feeling about a client." he couldn't afford to turn down scum, since sometimes they paid pretty well. To have him net worse scum.
Quinn eased to his feet, the ruined alcohol stained shirt removed and he wearing a clean black one. He'd taken the time to change into clean jeans as well and generally cleaned himself up while this one was unconscious. "The sedatives shouldn't leave any lasting effect on you. No worse than taking a nap for an hour anyhow." he headed for the door, and held it open. "After you."
He hated to admit, but the big guy cleaned up nice. Maybe it was the fact that he actually looked like he gave a damn about his appearance now, as opposed to the alcohol stains, though. Dream shook his head, snorting at the explanation. Anything he said at this point would be hypocritical, since most of his clients were sleazy as well, just in their own, special ways.
“I hope you got your money up front, and charged him out the a**.” Dream walked around Quinn and out the door, his loafers clacking under his feet. “So…you’re really letting me go? This isn’t a trick?”
Quinn ignored the glance he was given by the other, he wasn't the first to be surprised by a sudden change in his appearance. It was amazing what putting on stained and dirty clothes, and messing his hair up could do to make him look like an unthreatening slob. The shirt was trashed and his pants...well they'd just be recycled for the next disguise, burns and all. It would work out well. That shirt was history though.
He ran a hand through his freshly combed hair and gave a chuckle as he stepped out the boots he'd swapped for the ratty sneakers giving a light click as he stepped and nodded. "I am yes, and no. No trick. As for the pay, I'm losing out on money. He was only paying once I had you locked up. That's alright I'll get some satisfaction watching his eyes bug out, and he act like an entitled princess."
Locking the office he moved down a short hall and out a door. "So, where to?" the truck was unlocked for the other and he went around to his side and got behind the wheel waiting on directions. "Also, sorry about ruining your clothes."
“Let me know when you meet up with him. I can’t wait to see him puff up before I deck him.” Dream cracked his knuckles with a grin. “I guess I should be relieved Zevian hired a Bounty Hunter and not an Assassin, though. Can’t really get a ride if I don’t have a head.”
He opened the door, and unconsciously swept his tails into his arm before sliding into the seat. It took him a bit to get them situation so that they weren’t in the way. Dream shook his head, and sighed. “It’s alright, just annoying. I’m more annoyed at having to go shopping tomorrow than anything.” He leaned forward in the seat and pointed in a general direction. “Just head downtown until you hit Rancor.” Anyone else he would have had drop him off at the club, but what did he care if this guy saw the shitty apartment Solange had let him move into when she moved out? He’d only see the outside anyway, and that would be enough to scare him off.
"Also might want to check your tails. One of them was pretty stuck in a bike chain and it took some work to get it loose. Fortunately I didn't have to resort to cutting you free. Would have been a shame really." the words were murmured lightly as the truck rumbled to life.
"Rancor, alright." he gave a nod and drove in the pointed direction keeping a close eye on the streets though he did chuckle at one point. "He's likely going to cause you a world of trouble. Looked like the jealous sort. What really happen? You still his love interest or something and now he's being catty?" it seemed fitting from what he'd seen of the Mawile!
As soon as Quinn brought it up Dream hurriedly started to check his tails. It wasn't hard to find the damanged one. With a dramatic groan he stroked the frayed fur, and felt around the damaged bone. Nothing felt broken, but the whole thing was sore. "It's fine, nothing tlc won't fix." And for that, he was grateful.
"Oh, let him try." Dream puffed up in the seat, and turned to Quinn. "About a month ago, when I first started working at the club I was talking to a couple guys outside. They said that they were regulars, to the other areas of the building, and I told them to stop by, you know, schmoozing, doing my job. Turns out they were patrons of Zevian, loyal, big spenders, and he didn't take it too well. I haven't heard the end of it sense."
Dream couldn't help, but to give into a laugh. "I mean, I thought he might steal some of my customers in spite, but this? Oh, I'm going to burn his a** so bad he won't be able to sit. EVER."
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Posted: Fri Dec 20, 2013 10:11 pm
The Wedding! - Sol, Urban, Quinn, Jayme, Dream and Cam“It’s here! It’s here, it’s here!” Cordelia chimed, moving around the room with the speed of a Poke’mon herself. Her wild hair was pinned to her head for the first time in ages, but the more she bounced, the more tendrils escaped. “When you told me you were getting engaged to this guy, I was nervous, because I mean, whose more shady than Ur-“
“Cordelia, we need more pins.” Wendy smiled to her overactive daughter and watched as the young adult left the room. She stood tall and proud behind Solange, who was seated before the hotel’s vanity table. Several times she’d had to dab her eyes with the tissue currently hanging out of her dress pocket, but never so much as it would ruin her eye makeup. “Look up, dear, and turn to the left.”
Solange felt as if she couldn’t breathe. While Cordelia blathered on about this and that from the other room in the suite the women had booked, Solange felt as if she were in a tunnel. It really WAS here. Today was the day she would become Urban’s bride, and as cheerfully sunny the tropical beach was outside she couldn’t stop shaking.
“Do you know if Dream has his suit already? And Jayme, does he know to come here for pictures before we walk down?” Wendy waved to Cordelia, murmuring something about checking her phone for texts from the boys. “Ah, well, Dream’s on his way up to drop off the flowers. Do you want him to get you something to drink? Solange?” Wendy tapped the side of her face with a hand, an amused grin playing out on her face.
Solange shook her head and gave a tense laugh. “Sorry, nerves. Yeah, some kinda soda would be nice. And I think Dream told Jayme, so here’s hoping he didn’t mess this s**t up.” Wendy smacked her shoulder, a little rougher than the last time. “What?”
“Language. You’re a bride today.” Wendy walked away to search for the jewelry box, leaving Solange alone to turn to the mirror.
Everything felt so surreal. With her hair pinned up, it felt as if everything was coming into place. Her makeup was soft, demure even, which gave a stark contrast to the risqué qualities of her dress. When she stood, the folds of the skirt danced across her legs onto the carpet, pooling around the jewelry that would serve in place for shoes today. Giving a little twirl, Solange felt herself loosen up when she looked at the mirror.
A wolf whistle from the doorway made her turn. Dream passed off a box of flowers to Wendy and sauntered over to Solange. His shorter hair made him look more boyish, and lighter, even. Though, most of it could be attributed to Quinn. “How do I look?”
“Like a Goddess.” Where once he might have been envious of Urban, he could only feel relief that Solange looked so happy. Dressed in white himself, they made quite the pair, though it wasn’t the woman before him that made his heart flutter. He turned to the mirror, and gave a huff, moving his hair around his forehead to cover the larger portions of bandaged wounds. Though, with ivory bandages on chocolate skin, he couldn’t do much. “I look like a hot mess. And this hot air is drying out my stitches. “ Passively, he passed his hand over his thighs, which were stiff and bandaged.
With a chuckle, Solange wrapped her arm around his and took the soda from his free hand, popped the top with her fang and took a long drink. “Chill, Casanova, you look sexy. No one’s supposed to be looking at you, anyway.”
“Does that mean they shouldn’t?” Dream laughed, and barely dodged a punch to the shoulder.
Jayme, while he was Solange’s maid of honor, a position within the wedding that had absolutely floored him to be honest…was down with the guys getting dressed mostly because he himself was male, and Solange and the others were decidedly female. His dress was simple, so as not to upstage Solange, and he was currently fidgeting with the red sash on it to tighten it slightly. His hair hung loosely around his shoulders as was normal for him.
Cameron was helping Urban straighten his tie up a little the pair decked out in matching suits, complementing the dress Jayme was wearing, and he was teasing his best friend to help him relax. “Who’d have thought, you of all people settling down? If you’d asked me back when we dated if I thought you were the marrying type, I’d have laughed in your face you know that right?” There was a laugh from Urban as he swatted Cam’s hand from his throat. “What can I say? Sol completes me in ways I can’t describe, and I have grown up since we dated you know.” There was a nod from Cam then, and a smile. “This is true you have and I’m really happy for you man.” He clapped Urban on the shoulder and turned to Jayme who was looking a little nervous, the dress was much shorter than he was used to!
There was a knock on the door before it swung open, and there stood Quinn, who removed the hat he wore, before ducking into the room. All three sets of eyes turned to look at him, surprised by how nicely he cleaned up. "Well look at you. Who knew you could look so nice in that getup?" Urban chuckled at the tall teen, who like Dream was still slightly decked in bandages and such. “Ready to hit the beach? It’s about time.” Urban gave a nod and a smile. “Got the rings Cam?” “Right here.” Jayme eased to his feet, and accepted the flowers he would be carrying from Quinn, who extended an arm to him. “Come on gents, lets go.” Once back out of the room, Quinn redonned the cowboy hat he had on, standing out not only for his size, but his height and all, which was added to by his dress clothes. He cut an imposing figure!
Jayme waited at the spot he was supposed to, for Solange so he could walk out ahead of her, and Quinn stood there waiting for Dream, so they could go out together, while Urban and Cam stepped from the hotel and out onto the beach, the area designated for their wedding was cordoned off, and there stood a priest waiting for them. Urban and Cam stood there waiting, eyes fixed on the stretch of beach Solange would have to walk down.
Wendy and Cordelia were the first to descend the steps to where the boys waited. While their eyes and complexions were similar, Cordelia’s violet hair set her apart from her mother’s strawberry blonde. The older of the two sucked in a deep breath, and moved in to give first Jayme, then Quinn a hug. “You boys look amazing. Jayme, you are an absolute peach, and Quinn…well, I know why my Dream picked you.” She chuckled when her daughter tapped her arm playfully. “I’ll want to talk with you after the ceremony, just to make sure you’re good for my boy.”
With those words spoken, the stepped to the side, allowing for Dream to follow down next. He popped his labels, coming down the steps with an stiffer, but languid stride and a charmingly white smile. Seeing his trainer so close to Quinn reminded him that the two had yet to be properly introduced, and for a moment he felt his heart clench. She wouldn’t have said anything too embarrassing, right? Right?...Internally he began to weep. He moved close to Quinn, scanning the larger boy with appreciating eyes before leaning in. “Keep the hat on later.”
Last to descend was Solange. Her bare feet felt odd on the pavement, as did the exposed garter on her leg. In her ears were large, diamond earrings and around her neck sat a necklace she could care less to wear again. She smiled nervously to the assembly, clutching her crimson bouquet to her chest. When she saw Jayme a bright smile spread to her face. “Oh my God, Jayme…” She couldn’t help it; she hugged him, and hugged him tight. “I’m so glad you’re here. I don’t know where I would be without you.” Pulling back, she turned to see Quinn, widening her eyes at the enormity of him. She cast a quick look to Dream as if
to say ‘not bad’ before getting caught by Wendy.
“Pictures will have to wait for later, dear; we’re needed on the beach now.”
Quinn was gracious and hugged Dream and Solange’s trainer/mom back, a warm smile on his face. “It would be my pleasure to sit and talk with you later ma’am.” Yes, this one did know how to be polite when the situation called for it, and he could see it did.
With Dream coming up to him Quinn bent, and brushed a soft kiss to his cheek and a low whispered “Be my pleasure to leave the hate on Darlin’” before he straightened and offered his elbow to Dream, just because he wanted to, a bright smile on his face as he leaned in to hug Sol gently, turning to look at Dream again. It might’ve been her big day, but the big guy had eyes for no one but the Ninetails beside him.
Jayme for his part hugged Solange back tightly, tears in his eyes. “I’m so happy for you Solange! Who knew a blind date between us, would turn into yours and Urban’s wedding!” it was amazing, he actually squealed in delight at this idea, he stepping back to look at her. “Urban was a smart man asking you to marry him. I’m so happy I had a part in you two meeting.” He beamed at his best friend and held out her flowers then. “Also, I worked on a special surprise for your guy’s first dance…and you will be dancing!” Quinn was amused by the forceful tone Jayme had in that instance, and his assessment of the usually quiet teen changed a little, and he couldn’t help but chuckle, winking at Dream. It had only been a short time since their accident, and he was glad they were in such a beautiful place to have this wedding, it would give them a chance to relax and spend some restful, happy time together. “C’mon Darlin, we need to head out to the sand now. I have a chair sitting there for you so you can rest if you need.” He was of course still worried about Dream, and wasn’t about to let him suffer standing if he had to sit. His own bandages were more hidden, and even the sling he was in for his still mending arm was mostly hidden beneath his jacket. He was just glad the potions that had been used had healed it so well!
“I have the cameras sitting out there ready to go for plenty of photos after…and I do mean plenty.” Quinn had helped Cam set them up not too long before! Holding the door open for Cordelia, and Dream his good hand then coming to rest lightly on his lower back as the door swung shut, and Jayme couldn’t help the wistful sort of sigh from him. “Dream is sure lucky to have a guy who cares about him so much. I’m glad your both so happy.” He beamed again, knowing it was about time for him to lead the way.
Dream couldn’t keep the smile off his face. He felt his cheeks warm as that same smile took on a devious grin, and a part of him felt it all come full circle when Quinn not only hugged his mom, but Sol as well. With his arm looked in the larger boys, he gave a squeeze, standing as tall and proud as the sun itself.
The bride to be couldn’t look Jayme in the eye, or else she might start tearing up herself! “Crazy s**t, huh?” She held onto his hands for a while, unable to let him go even as he pulled back. “A part? Jayme, you’re the reason why I put him with him to begin with! Without you, I wouldn’t have gotten to know him at all. You should go into matchmaking.” Solange held her flowers up as a sassy guard, taken a back by Jayme’s forceful tone, even as Dream snickered. “You know I have two left feet…”
“It’s true. She’ll…she’ll…yeah, no, go ahead and dance.” Every word that Dream spoke was met with an intensely deepening glare from Wendy, and when he finally zipped up she gave him a pleasant smile. No matter how old they got, Momma still ruled the roost! Dream, however, had his attention turn to Quinn and all sarcastic comments went out the window. “Thanks. Hopefully I won’t need it, but I’ll keep an eye on it.” The one he was more worried about was Quinn, but out of the two he wasn’t going to be the one trying to keep up an appearance at the alter.
Wendy gave a deep sigh. “Oh thank goodness. I was worried we wouldn’t have any.” With her hand clenched in her daughters, she gave Cordelia a hug and let her walk out with her ‘brother’ and his boyfriend.
“Lucky doesn’t begin to cover it. I have no idea how he found that guy, or how he managed to tame him, but I’m glad.” She leaned in to give Jayme a chaste kiss on the cheek. “And someday soon you’ll be the luckiest of us all.”
Jayme couldn’t keep the soft blush from his face at Sol’s words , a smile on his face as he squeezed her hands. “Well, I’m glad I could help you out I really, really am. You two are perfect together.” That’s just how he saw the two of them! “Urban dances very well, I bet he’ll make sure your two left feet don’t trip you both up.” He laughed softly and winked then. It was amazing what the change of scenery for a home life and work was doing for the teen. He was opening up and loosening up so much lately, even despite the issue at the hot springs not too long ago.
“Well if you do, you do. I plan on having a dance with you as well Darlin’, just a slow one. Be nice to have you close to me out on the sand like that.” Quinn’s words drawled out slowly, a smile on his face as they crossed the sand, and moved into sight of Cameron and Urban, the latter looking nervous and an amused Cam merely going “Breathe man, breathe….”
“Oh you never heard? I guess Zevian decided to be himself…and hired Quinn to track down Dream, made it out like Dream had stolen stuff from him. Which, he hadn’t. Quinn realized the truth, and let Dream go and drove him home. You know he’s a bounty hunter right?” Jayme couldn’t help a low chuckle then, shaking his head. It was amazing that it was all thanks to Zev, that Dream and Quinn had met and were now dating. He shook his head lightly at Sol’s words, a smile given. “Hard to say. Maybe. For now, we need to focus on you and your day.” That said he turned then and began to walk out on the sand, the sun slowly lowering over the water behind the trio standing at the alter.
“I wouldn’t mind a slow dance, but don’t skip out on boogying just because of me. I’d like to see you get low.” Dream squeezed his hand before branching off to get in standing position beside Cam and Urban. “Looking good, Gentlemen. Tell me, Cam, how many times have you had to keep Urban on his feet? Any fainting scares?” He teased, hoping to keep the mood open and light. Though, his words faded out to a murmur when one of the priest’s attendants turned on music. Dream stood as straight as he could without putting too much pressure on his legs.
Solange, meanwhile, couldn’t keep from sputtering. “What?!” She shrieked, then closed her mouth, ever more aware that music was beginning to play. She counted back from ten in her head, and tried to keep the little s**t out of her mind for the moment. “We’re all going to have to have a little pow wow after the honeymoon. And next time you get intel like this, don’t leave a sistah in the dark!” She chuckled, and nudged Jayme forward.
As the last of the bridesmaids in lineup order, Cordelia was also the last to walk up. As a last minute touch of her own, she pulled petals from a hidden pouch inside of her own mini-bouquet to line the walkway for Solange, smiling boldly at the boys as she went. When she took her spot it wasn’t without a little twirl, her dress coming to a flurried rest around her knees as she came to a rest next to Jayme.
When all was said and done, Solange was taken in arm by Wendy, and to a softer, more tropical version of the wedding march, the two began their descent down the sand.
Quinn grinned at Dream and kissed his cheek before he broke away to go stand up with Cam and Urban, his way of saying ‘we’ll see’ before he stood off to a side waiting for Solange and her ‘mom’ to come down the sandy aisle. He smiled seeing the flower petals finding them a nice touch. Cam couldn’t help a snicker. “None, amazingly. He’s surprising me honestly.” Urban grumbled good naturedly, before the music started, and he grew silent, watching intently.
Jayme was smiling so broadly, he thought his face would crack, he couldn’t get over the amazement his two favorite people were getting married to each other! When Solange came into view, he heard Urban stop breathing for a moment as he sucked in air and let out a low whistle. Turning to look at him, he could see the awed look in his eyes as Sol came down the aisle, and Jayme smiled a little bit brighter somehow.
Quinn stepped closer, waiting to take their mothers arm once she was done walking Solange down the aisle, and he’d even taken the precaution of having tissues on hand, in case. Urban walked forward to meet his bride, taking her hand from her mothers, and bent to kiss her moms cheek with a soft thank you, his eyes turning to Sol. “You look so damned beautiful…” the words were soft, and his eyes liquid. This, was worth all the bad s**t lately!
Jayme shifted forward to take Sol’s flowers from her, and stepped back into line then, watching as the priest came closer and began to talk. He ignored the fact there were people gathering at the fringes of the cordoned off area watching, it was too beautiful a scene to deny others the pleasure of seeing.
“We’re gathered here today to join this Aggron, to this Houdoom in holy matrimony….”
Dream couldn’t believe it. Solange, his tomboy little ‘sister’ was getting married. This was the same girl he’d teased as a child because when she changed she looked so much like a boy that a girl down the street had asked her out! While the spirit remained, he saw none of that boyish charm. She was entirely a young woman now.
Solange walked as confidently as she felt. As soon as she set her eyes on Urban her nerves turned to awed excitement. He looked…he looked like those dorky princes in Cordelia’s movies, but a lot more dashing; a real, veritable version that she would be able to hold for an eternity. His whistle made her flush, even if it wasn’t visible on the darker tints in her skin.
Wendy wasn’t so easily composed. She was crying opening, and thankfully took a tissue from Quinn. She patted Urban’s hand as it lay clasped over Solange’s and smiled at the boy. Her new son. It was strange, to think of a Poke’mon her daughter had caught on the street, as having grown into a daughter and now a married one at that. She stepped to the side and took her seat on the front row.
Solange couldn’t breathe anymore than she could take her eyes off him. At his compliment she gave a breathless chuckle and wiped the happy tears from her eyes. As the priest went through the traditional words, she responded in kind, until it came to the part for her vows to be spoken; the vows she had made herself.
“I’m not a poet, so I can’t come up with anything fancy to say. I wanted to, but all I can say is the truth. When I first met you Urban, I fought you, and the love I felt for you. I didn’t want to give into it because I thought, out of all the guys in the world, you had to be the biggest jerk of them all, and there was no way I could give you a chance. I…” Solange choked and took a deep breath. “…I am SO glad I was wrong. You were the one who showed me there was more than meets the eye, that even though life can get insanely crazy at the drop of a hat that I would never be alone. I never thought in a million years that I would be lucky enough to find you. I will stand by your side, be your light in the dark, and I promise never to part ways angry. I love you, Urban, more than words can say, and I have never been happier than to stand by your side today.”
Quinn kept the tissues coming for the woman at his side, one hand resting lightly on her shoulder in a gentle gesture of affection and all. Jayme was doing his best to keep his tears in check, but a few trickled down his cheeks quietly, and he wiped then away with the back of a hand, cheeks hurting from how brightly he was smiling.
Cam watched the ceremony, a warm smile on his face, though there was a strange…nagging feeling he couldn’t quite shake even as he pushed it to the furthest corner of his mind. No sense in dwelling on what he was sure was a forgotten memory and drive himself nuts in the process.
Urban raised a hand and brushed it lightly over Sol’s cheek a warmth in his eyes as his looked at her. “The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I was hopelessly in love with you, and wanted to get to know you better, even if I didn’t go about it in the most eloquent of ways. If not for Jayme, I think that we’d never have reached this point. Without Jayme, I wouldn’t have gotten to meet my soul mate. I may not be perfect, and I know I swear like a sailor most times, but I promise to always do right by you, to love you the way you deserve to be loved, treated like the badass queen of my heart that you are, and above all, to never stop loving you for as long as my heart beats, and there’s a breath in my body , and even that isn’t long enough for me. I love you Solange, more than anything and I’m so very, very lucky to have you in my life.”
The priest smiled, and watched as Cam and Jayme came forth with the rings, Urban taking Solange’s from Cam, and gently sliding it onto Solange’s finger, pressing a kiss to the band as he finished, eyes shining bright and triumphant.
Behind them, the sun sank lower, kissing the water, and lending a magical air to it all. Quinn was sure to take plenty of pictures, even while playing wall/tissue dispenser, not wanting them to miss a moment being documented.
Wendy couldn’t thank Quinn enough. Though, for her, the one hand wasn’t doing it. At one point she wrapped her arms around the poor boy and cried openly, but happily. He was just so sweet and the whole thing was so…so…so touching! Cordelia was doing far better than her mother, and from the same pouch in her bouquet she offered Jayme a tissue of her own. Weddings.
Dream wasn’t tearing up. Arceus no, that would be too much! He was merely misting, and as the brother of the bride he was allowed to mist. With a quick hand he wiped away a little tear, and after much deliberation took a seat in the chair proffered by Quinn. His legs had begun to throb, and he didn’t want to push them.
Solange took Urban’s ring from Jayme and slipped it over Urban’s finger, her dark eyes slipping back up to look into his bright, baby blues. Even before the priest was able to fully vocalize the words, Solange threw her arms around Urban’s neck and was kissing him all out. With the sunset as her backdrop, she clung to him, not willing to miss a minute of it. This was her soulmate, her husband, her partner and lover. When she looked at him she saw the stars and the moon, and as she kissed him she felt as if she were touching starlight itself.
Quinn was surprised by the arms around him and the woman clinging to him as he cried, but he let her do just that even as he continued to take pictures of the new bride and groom kissing against the sunset, a bright smile on his face, though he did notice Dream take a seat, and he worried about the other. Still, he was sitting which was good.
Jayme sniffled and gave Cordelia a smile of thanks as he took the tissue and dabbed at his eyes, Cameron breaking into a loud cheer as they were pronounced man and wife…and laughed as the priest corrected it to pokemon and wife…and looked puzzled at the proper term, finally just congratulating them on their union.
Jayme handed Cordelia the flowers then, still holding onto the tissues, and he moved to hug the pair, before he beamed and moved back out of the way, the sun sinking beneath the water and the rising moon his own backdrop as he began to sing for his two best friends.
“The day we met,
Frozen I held my breath
Right from the start
I knew that I'd found a home for my heart...
Beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave?
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall
But watching you stand alone?
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow
One step closer..”
Urban pulled Solange close as Jayme started to sing, his heart near to bursting with happiness as he began to move across the sand with his new wife, lifting her up off the sand just enough that she was literally dancing on air as he moved. In this moment he looked less like a man who could break someone’s arm if they looked at her wrong, and more like the most awed man in existence.
Quinn walked Sol and Dream’s mother up to Cordelia then and gently handed her off, as well as the camera, and moved towards his boyfriends side, crouching down so he could look into his eyes. “How’re you feeling Darlin’?” words softly concerned as he brushed a short lock of hair from the others eyes.
Dream gave a loud whooping cheer, which was following by the little crowd of people on the edges of the roped off section. He kicked back in his chair, stretching his legs out as he gave a wolfish grin to the pair. Love like that wasn’t usually contained, and it wasn’t like it was being sheltered off right now, anyway! His grin turned almost Chesire when he looked at Quinn, all busy with his work with Wendy bawling next to him. Still, he was pleased when the woman finally let go to cheer as well. That kid, Jayme…Solange hadn’t been lying when she said he had the voice of an angel.
The bride herself laughed with mirth, swaying and moving as if she hadn’t a care in the world. In that moment, nothing else mattered, but Urban. With her best friend’s song to chase the sun, she kicked her feet into the air, breezy with Urban lifting her up and planted as many kisses on him as she could. Off beside her she could see that now it was Cordelia taking the photos, moving into spots and angles that showed her professionalism, all the while allowing the couple to own the sand.
Shifting his legs to accommodate Quinn, Dream gave into a little sigh and a sheepish frown. “Sore,” he moved to take Quinn’s lifted hand in his, and brought it to his lips for a kiss. “But I was promised a dance, and I intend to have it. ” Dream rose to stand, albeit unevenly.
Wendy came closer to Cam and now that her tears had been satisfied, she looked almost normal, despite the puffiness around her eyes. “Would you care to dance with an old woman?”
Jayme continued to sing, providing music for the couple dancing, Quinn smiling and pressing a kiss to Dream’s bandaged head. “Well, we’ll take it easy out on the dance floor, then go and retire to our room so you can get some proper rest. We have a week here to enjoy ourselves after all, no sense in rushing things tonight.” Oh the variety of ways that could be taken.
For his part Cam smiled at Wendy, and took her hand in his own giving a bow. “It would be my pleasure to dance with the beautiful mother of the bride.” There was nothing but sincerity in his voice as he moved out onto the sand with her and began to dance, glad the wedding had gone off without a hitch, Jayme easily moving from one song to another, looking radiant in his own way as he swayed lightly in the background not wanting to take away from this moment.
Urban looked around at his new family, and he of all things brushed a tear from his eyes as he bent to kiss Solange again, a long, deep kiss before he was tugging the garter off her leg and launching it. Directly onto Quinn’s hat, a wolfish grin on his face. “Let your brother ponder that, oh sexy wife of mine.” His words rumbled softly as he kissed her again, everything but her fading to dull roar around him.
Dream moved with Quinn on the sand, leaning on the other more than he’d like, and yet, feeling safe in those same arms. “I like the way you think, sir.” He planned on making up for the winter lodge fiasco here, spending just as much time showing Quinn a good time as the other man would allow.
Cordelia flitted around the couples, taking paired shots as well as group settings with the fading sun to herald them into night. Wendy danced with Cam, showing a natural grace that showed a glimpse of the style that Dream had gotten his from. For once she was glad that her family was whole and happy, even if her eldest daughter hadn’t been able to make it. Now that the pair were hitched, there would be get together and parties, and looking at Quinn and Dream, maybe even another wedding in the future.
Solange covered her mouth to hide her laugh. Just the horrified look on Dream’s face was enough to have her snorting while she laughed, as much as she tried to diffuse it. “He’s your brother now too, oh dear husband. “ She grabbed him by the tie as they kissed, with the wind picking her train off the sand as the last embers of sunlight dropped behind the bad luck of yesterday, ringing in a new life of love, madness, chaos, and total bliss.
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 7:55 pm
Teen Entry Two
Instead of listening to Quinn and taking it easy, he’d skipped out on the breakfast he was supposed to have with his family in favor of a run on the beach. Thanks to the numbing gels Wendy had given him, and the various potions he’d taken he had the stitches removed earlier that morning. It supposed to be a surprise to Quinn, even if he couldn’t stand up straight for long.
All of that had to change though.
Being laid up wasn’t Dream’s style. Every day that he passed a mirror without having worked out previously in the day he felt his skin crawl. Dream could visualize the weight gain in the reflective glass as if it were mocking him. The ceremony had been able to deter his thoughts for a while, but they had returned, like they always did. When he could he did crunches in the room, stretches in the elevator, tightened the reins on his diet; anything that wouldn’t make Quinn suspicious. So that morning, under his easy going beach attire he had worn a pair of running shorts, and for an hour straight Dream hadn’t stopped. He ran through the pain, and the burning. Every little sweet he’d eaten, the soda, the fried pickle he’d bought last night…He ran through it even when his body screamed at him to stop.
Look, Trixie! He did a perfect flip and at such a young age. If he keeps that up he’ll have just as many wins as you!
Feeling the sun on his dark skin, Dream slowed his run to a steady jog. He felt as if his legs were going to drop out from under him, and it was only the constant movement that kept him upright. His breathing felt like a labored push from his lungs.
Mama’s so proud of you, my little Dream. I wish your father was here to see you. He would be so happy to see how strong you’ve become.
He couldn’t stop now! They were counting on him. His mother, his father, his Aunt, Wendy…Even if he wasn’t in the show ring anymore he could still shine just as bright. Maybe even more so if he could just push himself a little further each day. As the sun rose beside him and the waves licked his ankles Dream became aware of a figure standing on her lonesome in the midst of the sand, and a guilt almost as strong as his mentality struck him.
Dream pulled up at a slow trot next to Wendy, and thanks to her was able to sit down on the sand. Even though his legs had been healed enough to allow the stitches to be removed, they were now swollen and the puckered edges oozed blood. He didn’t seem to notice. After the two hour long run he was able to lay his head back on the sand with a relieved sigh.
“What were you THINKING? It’ll be a wonder if you can even walk later.” Wendy sighed. She figured as much would happen, so with a mother’s preparedness she had brought several Super potions with her, keen on using them as he laid on the sand.
“Won’t need to.” Dream huffed, his chest rising and falling in great heaves. “Got it…out…”
Wendy clucked her tongue. “Uh huh, I’m sure that’s what Quinn will say too.”
Quick as a flash, Dream rose up into a sitting position, his eyes wide and panicked. “You’re going to tell him?!”
“Of course I am! He deserves to know where you’ve been all morning.”
“Tell him I’ve been with you, having breakfast.”
“…And how am I going to explain your legs? Or the sweat and sand?”
“We played volleyball.” Dream ran a hand through his hair. He hadn’t counted on this. He had always counted on Wendy covering for him. “…Please, just say something else. If he catches me, I’ll tell him.”
She placed a soothing hand on his, and brushed sweaty tendrils of hair out of his eyes. “What are you so afraid of, Dream? What aren’t you telling me?”
He couldn’t say it. The pair walked back to the rooms in relative silence with a heavy blanket of insecurity between them. Dream knew anything he said would be refuted by Wendy, but he knew the truth for what it was. With Quinn’s line of work he needed something solid to help hold him up. In order to be that for him, Dream had to be on top of his game like he had been before he changed; everything that his mother, his real mother, had wanted him to be. His moves had be the most powerful in their class, his looks had to be top notch and he couldn’t fail in this. If he got soft Quinn might have doubts…
But was it really Quinn’s doubts, or his own?
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 8:12 pm
Growth Response
Looking at the ‘baby’ pictures Wendy had brought with her was bitter sweet for Dream. As he flipped through the pages, relaxing in a lounger on the sand in the early morning light, he saw so many things. Pictures of his parents, the talented Ninetales Trixie and her Shiny partner Eren. He couldn’t even count how many siblings he’d had, and in those days everything came at him like a loving blur. Dream could remember the way his Aunt tugged on his tail to punish him, how his mother smelled, and the feel of his father’s fur when he napped against the elder male in the sun by the old Oak tree.
Flipping through he’d seen pictures of just him and Wendy, shortly after his parents passing. He worked harder for her then, trying to keep up the smiles she gave when he did something especially good. There were also pictures of him and Solange; a preened Ninetales sitting ontop of the Houndour as she struggled for breathe in a mud puddle. Dream took a sip of his lemon water, and a bite of Grapefruit, almost too eager to see the next page.
And finding himself coming up short. It was him, alright; but the disgusting creature in the picture was a Dream he never wanted to see again. He was a child, shortly after his transformation. Dream was pictured standing in front of the couch, doing his best to smile for the camera even though he would rather have been hiding under the bed. The child had so much fear in his posture that it made Dream sick. He was pudgy, like most children, with fattened toes and a soft stomach. His tails were unkempt, no doubt from the rough floor boards catching them from under the bed he called sanctuary.
Those days had been dark. He felt worthless, and nasty. Like he didn’t belong in his own skin. Nothing Wendy said could comfort him, but he went along with it, unable to piece together the life he wanted for himself with the body he saw in the mirror every day.
With his growth had come strength of mind. The delivery personnel that came to the house complimented him frequently on the state of his skin, his hair, his physique, and most of all his tails. He could come and go as he pleased without Wendy to tell him so. When he worked out he was no longer the pathetic thing he felt inside, but rather a stronger man. So it was natural that when Dream grew, he moved out.
Living amongst others for the first time since his isolation had been difficult. Despite himself he was not as graceful or as poised as he wanted to be, though he tried at it every day. Dream also hadn’t been used to his height, and came off imposing to most due to it, coupled with his surly attitude. He was a beautiful sculpture of hard work and dedication; why couldn’t they just worship him and move on?
On days when he was able to hit on others he felt ten feet tall, but when others so much as touched him on other days he would go off. He hated his body, he loved it, the change was good, and it wasn’t. Dream couldn’t live without it now, though, and the more pictures he flipped through the more he saw it. He’d changed, and he liked the change. There was confidence, and now not all of it was a forced sham. Slowly over time he had grown to hold dominion over his life, and now, sitting by the beach with a light drink his hand, he felt relaxed for the first time in years.
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2014 8:35 pm
Teen Entry ThreeThe sun wasn’t nearly as warm as Dream would have liked at high noon, but the Ninetales couldn’t complain. It was better now than it had been earlier when the bitter cold was enough to freeze his fingers from inside of his tailored leather gloves. As he stepped out of his chauffeured car, Dream looked down the street to see his assistant rounding the car, a tablet propped up on her forearm and a bounce in her step. Ever since he had signed on at the agency they had been hounding him to get a PA, and at every chance Dream scoffed at it. Why did he need someone to help him schedule breaks and shoots? He knew how to run his own life; he was grown. And yet, when the stress of keeping up with a long distance relationship and a growing career had gotten to him, Dream caved.
And that’s were Ysolde came in. Her tanned skin was a shade lighter than his own, though hers was frown extensive tanning, and her hair was the color of soft ivory. In truth she would have been a beautiful woman on her own right if it were not for her tight laced personality. She wasn’t near model worthy (her legs were too short and her face was a little too square), but every time he tried to see past that to the beauty within she would do something to piss him off.
Like wearing a hideous 70’s print blazer with olive corduroy pants. “Honestly, Ysolde, are you sure you work at a fashion agency and not a thrift store?” Pausing, Dream shook his head. “No, I take that back. That’s an insult to the poor.”
Ysolde just nodded her head. “So it is, sir.”
If he hadn’t personally chosen her out of a lineup of University graduates he would have thought her the simplest woman in the world. Dream blamed it on her Kanto origins, but he didn’t care to dwell on it too much.
“Roebuck Jewelers closed their doors for a total of two hours for you sir, and ask that you come in through the side door so as not to attract media attention.” Hitting a few buttons on her tablet, Ysolde looked back up at him with a dead pan expression. “I would suggest starting now so that we are not wasting time on the street.”
“Right as ever, Ysolde,” Dream sighed. He stuffed his hands into his blazer and made his way to the side door. Having to walk through the sudo alley slightly insulted him, but the end game was what kept him going. A portly man opened the door, saying some sort of platitudes over and over to the point that Dream tuned him out almost immediately. His eyes scanned the display room. Vaulted ceilings decorated with crystal chandeliers, and soft candle lighting greeted him to the plush environment. It wasn’t where he wanted to be for the evening, but Dream had already lied to Quinn about attending a last minute-shoot so he couldn’t back out now.
He wanted the result, not the frustration of having to pick it out.
“Is there a style I can help you find today, sir?” The portly man, now known as Mr. Foster, stood waiting for instructions like a Houndoom for a charred bone. And yet, before Dream could speak, Ysolde piped in.
“We are looking for a men’s ring of a durable metal without protruding exterior stones.” Pinching her fingers on the screen of the tablet, Ysolde showed Mr. Foster a variety of examples, and as the two fiddle with the pros and cons of each Dream wandered the store.
It was the largest jewelry store he could find in a city that neither he nor Quinn had ever been to. Since Dream was worried about leaving a trail, he had asked a friend for her driver, and was even prepared to pay for his purchases in pure cash. The Ninetales felt his tails swaying behind him as they brushed up against decorative holiday displays and glass cases. He slowly pulled off his gloves, slipped them in his pockets, and ran his fingers along the glass. Every piece of jewelry was nice in its own way, but none spoke out to him.
“Dream, come over here, please.”
Rolling his eyes, the Ninetales walked back to the other side of the room where Foster and Ysolde had six rings ready to present to him, before they could even speak of their stats, he rattled off; “Ugly, too flashy, boring, ugly, ugly, over done.”
Ysolde furrowed her brows and marked the results on her tablet. “What are you looking for exactly, sir? Is this an engagement ring, or isn’t it?”
“Are you sassing me, Ysolde?” Before she could cover her a**, he smirked and shook his head. “It’s alright, I liked it. You rarely show me any emotion at all which is just really damn creepy.” Dream ran a hand through his head, mussing up the gel and hairspray, before propping it on his hip. “The ring is…not really an engagement ring, but sort of like a promise ring? I don’t know if I want to marry him or not, but I want to keep him around forever so I just want him to know it.”
“Excuse me,” Foster started to pipe in, “but isn’t that an engage-?”
“It’s not a damn engagement ring if I’m not proposing, okay?!” Dream snapped. He snorted and shook his head. Dream held out his hands to motion as he spoke. “It’s just a ring, okay? Just a simple ring from one man to another to say how much I love him. Nothing big. I want something white gold, with a red stone and some other diamonds. Don’t you have ANYTHING like that in this entire store?”
Foster jumped up to his feet and went off in search of other rings. When he returned Dream wasn’t in the mind set to even look at them, but there was one towards the center that was just right.
The stone was inset so that it wouldn’t catch on any sort of weaponry or material. It had just enough diamonds on it not to look cheap, but not so much that it looked tacky or feminine. Dream reached for it, and lifted it to the light. The stone’s color was the exact same shade of red as his eyes; almost as if they had captured it and made this ring just for Quinn.
Smiling, Dream whistled and gave it over to Foster. “This is it. Have it prepared and ready to be picked up next week. Same day, same time.”
“Of course, sir, it will be ready.” Foster nodded. He reached for his own tablet to calculate the price and get the paper work ready to be filed. “Now, what size should it be?”
Dream immediately became quiet. What size ring DID Quinn wear? He opened his mouth once, twice, and on the third time without any words Ysolde sighed.
“Really? You don’t know his ring size? You’ve slept with this man, fought for him, and what? You don’t know this one bit of information?”
“Ysolde, when I said I wanted you to be more open, I didn’t mean like this.”
“Of course you didn’t, sir.”
Frowning Dream shook his head. “Just ask him next week. Say it’s for a company gift; everyone is getting a company ring.”
“And then what will he say when there is no company rings to be ********, Ysolde, he’ll have the real thing before then so what does it matter?” Groaning, he placed his head in his hands. “Can you do it or not?”
“Consider it done, sir.”
“Good. Let’s get out of here, already.”
(WC: 1296)
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