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 Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 2:03 am
Again he would make his way form the room, Dressed in a nice white button down and a long pain of pinstriped slacks slighlty cuffed at the bottom, slacking enough so when he would sit his black socks would not be exposed. Ebon leather fashioned in Snake not sure if it was really made of snake skin or not, was wraped around size 14 feet well kept mind you. Slightly mess unkept mop of ravenwould stream as he walked, msot cut clsoed except his bance taht hung low and framed his beautiful features.
O Made his way down stairs and quickly sliped pass all taht could possibly be in his way and moved over to the bar to take stock and assure everything was right in reach for the case anyone wanted something or a large croud would show up.
" Morning all, sorry for being late"
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 2:27 am
(I would love to RP with Victor, thinking that an angry French and a very crazy German fighting.)
Ludwig sits down in a corner tables and looks out the window at the storm
A thought ran through his head about flowers, and quickly vacated itself for something else that crowded his mind… FOOD!
In his mind he thought about… pudding? Tea? Chocolate!
Chocolate cake, chocolate cookies, hot chocolate, chocolate pudding, chocolate bars, chocolate soufflé, chocolate ice cream, and of course, later some chocolate cocktail mixed with… (You guessed it) chocolate!
And so he raised his hand in the air and called to the waiter: "Waiter! I would like an apple pie."
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 3:26 am
Blinked looking to Ludwig As he stood there waiting for any that would want a drink, For some idle time he cleans glasses to assure they are to his liking...Spotless.
Another look aorund and it seemed no one was about to serv the male and so he took it upon himself, go figure why he would bother, but he does. Lifting the disply lid, he would slip a shimmering silver spatula under a nice sized slice, and place it doen onto a plate.
Carring the pie on a server's tray he would make his way over quickly and carefully as to not bump into anyway.
"Here you are sir, would you like Whiped cream?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 5:34 am
Ludwig turned his head slowly from the window to the man standing by his table, holding a piece of fresh apple pie.
His eyes lit up as he saw the pie, then he checked out the man from top to bottom, and then said, smiling: "Well, there are other things I'd like to have whipped, but you'll do just fine... Er, I mean the pie."
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 8:00 am
Blinks standing there and would narrow his eyes, A dollop of whiped cream added he would turn and look back
" Later i will whip you but for now i must try and stay behind the bar."
He laughed before moving back to cleaning glasses to assure freashness.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 2:34 pm
Ludwig pokes his finger in his ear, thinking he may have misheard.
He picks up his small fork, looks at it critically, then decides that in fact, it is a fork, and proceeds to taste the pie.
He moves the piece around in his mouth, chewing slowly with his perfect teeth, moving it around from side to side while humming the German version of “Ode to joy”.
Ludwig swallows carefully, after deciding that the piece of pie isn't poisoned and a small smirk spreads on his face.
His head fills with the thought that this would be really great with some Cold Milk Chocolate.
He turns to the Bartender, once again, and says: “Any chance you have some Bavarian beer over there?”
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 2:38 pm
Slaine's cheeks lit up into a bright shade of red. Not only with Victor's profane comment, but also those eyes that he believed saw him in a most indecent manner. Never before had the young waiter thought of his name as such. The connection had never surfaced itself within his mind. His mouth was open slightly as if trying to scrape for some sort of answer, trying to force words from the back of his reluctant throat, but to no avail. He had been struck into silent embarassment. So much for introducing himself with a last name anymore, he concluded with himself.
A certain relief almost crept into his frame whenever Slaine noticed Victor once more start away, but once more he was stopped from taking his own leave. But instead of receiving what he expected to be another flustering comment, he became rather perplexed. "I thought it was just a little too much of a mouthful," he explained. "Saying Victor is much more simple and seems to be just a bit easier to pronounce." Not to mention less time-consuming. Yes, this man was definitely odd. "But either way.. you're welcome. I hope you find everything you're looking for, Victor," he said, before giving a nod and once more turning to leave the man to Adrian.
Now, it was time to find Mizi and finally figure out what the problem was.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 5:17 pm
[[Okay. As long as you both consent, I have no problem.]]
Clank. A mug hit the inside of the sink unceremoniously, followed by a spray of water mixing with the remnants of black coffee. Loading his cup in the dishwasher and closing the door once more, Mizi's tense shoulders seemed to sag slightly under an invisible burden. Running his fingers through his dark brown locks, he moved to the counter and re-pocketed the phone. He didn't know where Hikari had moved off to, but perhaps he could give the boy a tour later or something. Right now... he was just tired of company. Yet at the same moment, he felt terribly lonely. Moving out of the kitchen, he proceeded into the main lobby. He started down the hall toward his room.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 5:35 pm
Radevel hid his sneer behind shoving the green vegetable into his mouth, each chew stiff in his tightened jaws. He wanted to find amusement in Talis's continued rebellion, thinking he was acting ridiculous. But he was almost.. offended that he said he would resign himself to the floor. Fine.. He could play the boy's game too, if you could call there unlabeled spats a 'game'.
"No," he said, a certain tone of finality clinging to his words. "You'll sleep on the bed. I'll take the floor. They might even have the luxuries of a couch." His form of kindness? Maybe so.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 6:15 pm
Now spreading grape jelly on his toast, Talis didn't notice any reaction in Radevel's body language. He set his knife down and took another, only slighly more satisfactory bite of his toast. When the white-haired man opposed him, a frown appeared on his brow and he looked up at Radevel.
Unfazed by the other's finality, Talis muttered bluntly, "That's ridiculous. Don't be silly."
How ironic.
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 3:15 am
He lifted his hand to his lips as he giggled softly seeing the male toy with his ear, this male has no idea what kinky little surprizes he has up his sleeves.
" Bavarian beer? "
He questioned as he thinks for a momment. A nod givien he would let a smile curl such fine lush lips
" I do belive so, would you like a Mug?"
Off colored hues would focuse on Mizi as he took his leave, great concern washed over O and was made known by a deep bellowing sigh. He would go and speak witht he boy but alas, Work had to be done.
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 1:31 pm
Hikari walked in the hallways checking the place out and was in aw. It was so beautiful. Then he looked around... he was lost. "OMG IM SO LOST....UMMMMMMMM WHERE TO GO?"he asked himself. "Well i came from here then there then....urgggggggggggg i went there....no....there.....ummm....no....urgg"He thought in frustration. He looked around then down to the ground in a sad shy way. His vision became blurred...then black.....He was numb and fell to the ground. The thud of metal chains and his body echoed throught the building. His breathing stardted to fade. He was right in the middle of the hallway. Visions of his cruel past whizzed by him.
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 8:04 pm
A quick look into the kitchen easily enough told Slaine that Mizi wouldn't be found there. Now where could he have gone? he wondered. He knew that by now he should have began working, waiting tables and the like, but he was worried about the boy. Besides, it didn't seem as if business was too out of hand at the moment. He was sure the other boys could cover him for awhile at least. And so Slaine retreated from the kitchen in search of the dark-haired drink mixer.
Of course one of his first impressions would be that he would go to his room. It surely wasn't time for him to clock in 'upstairs'. Just as he turned the corner into the hallway, he noticed Mizi making it to his door. He would have been overjoyed that he was right in his guess to the other's whereabouts, but he could only wonder what had made him retire to his room. Weren't they suppose to be having breakfast together?
"Mizi!" he called, jogging to catch up to the boy. "Hey, Miz.. What's going on? Everything alright?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 8:26 pm
And yet again he was met with that opposition that he so despised. Maybe it was merely time to strengthen his own offense as well..
"Well, if things will be that way, the bed won't be used at all," he said with a shrug, soundly slicing the chicken on his plate into small, cube-shaped pieces. "Because I know for sure I won't be using it, and if you don't either, then it'll be left rather unoccupied. Hm.. Pity." But of course, he didn't sound in the least bit piteous. In fact, a hint of sarcasm had actually crept into his voice.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 2:59 pm
[[I am so confused what time it is. Everyone keeps saying different things x_X;;]]
Mizi turned his head in the direction of the voice, relieved to see it was only Slaine. He paused for a moment until the other's steps matched his own and then continued toward his room. Instead of letting words leave his lips, the brunette's hand sought Slaine's, giving it a light squeeze.
When he reached his room, Mizi opened the door and tugged on Slaine's hand to follow. He closed the door behind them. What could he do? In his mind, Mizi felt helpless. He'd lost Val because... or so it seemed to be, because he was a prostitute. Now Val wanted to see him again. Slaine didn't seem to be too bothered by his side occupation, yet the brunette was still nervous history would eventually repeat itself. And with Shinto back, what did this mean? Did... he have to prove himself more capable to Slaine so as to not lose him? What if he wasn't 'capable' enough for his own boyfriend anymore...
Although it was clearly an evasive response, Mizi leaned his side against the door and asked quietly, "... Are we lovers?"
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