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 Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 7:38 am
An unnamed white structure with 7 floors and a basement. Among the floors is the science department, multiple bedrooms, three kitchens, and quite a few bath rooms. The basement is where Vash and Dismay hide-- I mean, have their bedrooms and other necessary rooms.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 2:34 pm
Lime eyes looked around the wall. This place was so boring~~! Why was he here again? Right. Stupid Fidel decided he wanted to go to the white building. Meaning Emyrus had to come.
Ew. Gross.
Hands dug deep in his pockets, Emyrus followed reluctantly behind Fidel. Then, a pleasant little idea popped into his head clad in dark hair.
If he had to come, he may as well make the trip pleasant.~ And how better to do that than to pester Fidel, neh?
With a snicker muffled with a hand, Emyrus walked up until he was right behind Fidel.
"Hellooooooo~~~~~, Fidel. Would you mind telling me why we're here, pleaaase?~" He asking in a voice that he knew would annoy him, wide grin spread from ear to ear.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 4:08 pm
Fidel walked calmly down the halls of the building, a small hint of joy in his step. He would never get tired of being here. After all, Vash was here too, wasn't he? Therefore, this was the perfect place to be, besides holding onto the noble's arm. Which was currently taken by....He scowled, the mere thought of Dismay making him disgusted. The young man turned around the corner, heading towards his room with the content feeling of being in the White building, when the irritating, terrible voice of his new stalker rang in his ears. What. The. Hell.
Whipping around, he stared straight into Emyrus' lime green eyes.
"First, never do that again. Second, I work here. And third, Lord Vash is here. Why wouldn't I be here too?" he answered sharply. Fidel believed it to be quite obvious, but this was Emyrus he was talking to. So really, patience was something he needed to have while talking to the frustrating man in front of him.
Oh, and it was one of the things that he was lacking at the moment too.
Sigh.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 5:29 pm
With a well-timed step backwards, Emyrus missed Fidel face when he turned around. That look in those blue eyes. He'd annoyed ickle Fidel again!~ The young man's tone was harsh--even sharp. The thought made a part of him--no, calm, Emyrus, calm. That's what helped you all these years isn't it? Yes...yes it was.
The man pulled on a hurt expressions, eyebrows pulling together, lips forming something similar to a pout, eyes pouring out pain with only the most minscule hint of enjoyment. A slender little twinkle of amusement.
"Oh, Fidel! How you wound me. Why must you be so cold, hm?" Emyrus asked, voice squeaky with innocence, though mind roaring with laughter.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 5:50 pm
One...two...thre-- The man in front of him cut Fidel's attempt at controlling himself off with his own attempt at innocence. He wringed his hands, hoping that somehow they had found their way to Emyrus' neck. The man shuddered under frustration, but let it seep out as he spoke again, making his way towards his room while doing so.
"You know very well that you're pushing my patience, Emyrus." he said firmly, now reaching the door to his room. "Now stop wasting your--" Fidel froze, shutting the white wooden door as quickly as he had opened it. His back was pressed against it and held the door knob tightly, looking up at the man he really hoped would leave him the hell alone and stop breathing down his neck. He couldn't let Emyrus into that room.
There was an awkward silence.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 6:12 pm
Emyrus snickered at the sight of Fidel wringing his hands in annoyance. He wanted to just burst out laughing...but he would be hit. And start bleeding...a lot. How on earth did he start working under Evanescere with his conditions? ...Oh, right. That.
Lime eyes were covered by thin lids a moment longer than would would be called a blink as his soul rippled and shuddered at the thought of just why he was where he was.
Snap out of it, Emyrus. Now's not the time for this. You've got that kid here. Wait until later if you want to remember things like that. The thought covered up Fidel's words. He could hear them...but the words didn't register at all. When the dull look in the subordinate's lime coloured eyes melted away into a sharp look of attention, he noticed that Fidel was guarding his door. Heh. Heh heh heh. Something was in there that he didn't want Emryus to see.
So, of course, he wanted to see whatever was in there very badly now.
The sound of sneakers hitting hard flooring -- tile -- sounded out. Tnk, tnk, tnk, tnk. Emyrus stopped walking just before Fidel, a single, deep-shaded eyebrow raised.
"What? Hiding something?" The professional liar jabbed tauntingly.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 6:33 pm
Fidel kept an emotionless expression plastered on his face, slowly calming his already quickly paced heart beat.
"No, I just don't feel the need to go into my room just yet." came the casual response. He would not allow Emyrus to enter his room. It would ruin everything!
The young man scowled. Emyrus always seemed to ruin everything, ever since he met him. The b*****d just didn't know when to stop smiling like a fool and become serious for once.
And yet sometimes, Fidel was envious of that smile, even if (though he wasn't sure) it was a fake one.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 6:58 pm
"Ah, if that's the case, there's no reason for me not to go in, is there? You don't have to," Emyrus spoke, words "sincere". A smile played out on those lips, one that promised innocence and purity. But such things were but fables in Pendant. There was no one truly pure. There was no one truly innocent. No one at all. As a general rule, the people that claimed to be, were probably the farthest from it. But take people like Dismay, for example. He seemed very innocent and pure. Acted like it subconsciously. Easy enough to decieve most people. But inside, he was completely and utterly insane, and should probably be in an asylum. Not that he cared, though.
A thought wormed its way into Emyrus' head. He was always smiling and laughing and whatnot, wasn't he? Yes, yes he was. But one thing had always bothered him...something he always wanted to know.
Could Fidel see deep enough into those lime eyes to see how sullen and dank they were?
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Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2006 12:49 pm
Fidel felt relief sink in, realizing that he would be safe--for now. Who knows when Emyrus just happened to waltz into his room?
The thought cause the young man grip onto the doorknob even tighter, hand now white from holding onto it.
"Of course not." was the all too quick reply. In the back of his mind, he cursed himself, the innocence he had masked over his face torn away and replaced with a more suiting one.
His real face.
It became tiresome sometimes to alter his appearance, and even now he hid it.
Narrowed blue eyes looked up at the lime green ones, automatically looking through them without a single thought. How could Emyrus be so obvious? Wasn't he trying to hide like him?
Or was their a chance that only Fidel could see that far in?
The subordinate dismissed the thought, replacing it on just how to avoid having Emyrus enter his room in the future.
Or now.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 1:16 pm
Emyrus forced his eyes to twinkle, like always. Was it simply habitual, or did he have to think about it? On the way to habitual. The hand on Fidel's doorknob tightend as a quick set of words leaked through the smaller man's lips. Emyrus raised an eyebrow. So nervous, was he? What was he hiding? Well, there was always one way to find out.
Emyrus bent forward, and licked Fidel's hand. That would, of course, disgust the man. Those narrowed azure eyes would widen, hopefully, as he jerked his hand away from the knob. That was when he would take the knob, twist it, and run inside. Lock the door.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 5:01 pm
"What are you--?! Emyrus!" Fidel stuttered, immediately pulling releasing the brass knob in utter revulsion. That was positively unsanitary and---
The man's eyes widened suddenly with the realization of what was happening. His heart skipped a beat, knowing it was over.
Over.
That...b*****d!
((Small post= blame it on my Science teacher for giving me homework.))
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 5:29 pm
Emyrus flipped the locked with a triumphant Ha! He beemed, eyes twinkling with less effort, now, though soon he found his jaw dropping. There was... a bra on the floor. A pink, frilly, Victoria's Secret bra.
Blink one. Two. Three and four. A mishevious grin spread across his lips.
"Oh, Fideeeeeeeeeeeel~ What is thiiiiis?~" The voice was full of laughter as he walked over and nudged the bra with his foot.
[short= blame it on your lack of post-contented, which is the fault of your science teacher.]
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 4:28 pm
Fidel's face flushed a light pink as he heard Emyrus ask him what 'that' was.
He pounded on the door. "Emyrus! Let me in, goddammit..." he shouted commandingly at first. Wait. What was he doing? The young man shook his head and teleported immediately into his room, single black feather left behind.
Fidel's bright blue eyes looked both pleading and pissed all at once as they glared at the lime-eyed idiot.
"It's not going to move, you know." he said with a sigh after watching the moron nudge the pink bra with his foot.
I don't need to explain anything...right?
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 1:31 pm
"Emyrus! Let me in, goddammit..." Emyrus raised an eyebrow at the command from outside the door. Why wasn't Fidel simply teleporting in--
Oh, never mind. He did. Emyrus simply stared at the blue-eyed idiot after his comment. He rolled his eyes.
"I know that, you nitwit. You didn't expect me to touch it with my hand, did you? That thing's been on a woman's boobs." Emyrus wondered what exactly Fidel would think of him being that blunt.
"More importantly, why is a frilly bra doing here? You decide you wanted to run around with it on your head or something?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 5:03 pm
((...*rofl* rofl Bluuunt.))
If it was possible, Fidel's face grew an even brighter pink. If only Emyrus knew what he was really saying...
"I--..." There was an awkward pause, his eyes looking straight at the carpeted floor, unblinking.
"That's none of your business!" Fidel said suddenly, looking up with pink spread across his face persistently.
He's going to find out sooner or later, and then you know everything is going to be ruined... the subordinate thought to himself wearily. He wanted to swallow the truth so that nobody could ever uncover it.
But it wanted to surface, because Fidel had been hiding since he was 12. But to tell Emyrus? Preposterous!
...Right?
There were very, very, rare moments the sapphire-eyed man had inner battles. Unfortunately for him, this was one of those rare moments.
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