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 Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 8:34 am
Break away from everybody, break away from everything.-= (( xD I love the bickering between Teishi and Kane. Everyone here is so great. *tear*
Thanks for joining us again, Mosa (nicknameee). I'll try to get all my posts written today since I'm home ill. Again. Ugh. I hate winter season. Least I got coffee. )) =- If you can't stand the way this place is, take yourself to higher places.
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 9:40 pm
~ていし TEISHI~ Dustry Chevalier
Teishi side glanced the boy as he continued to walk next to him, pestering him, asking him questions. He didn't understand. Why does this guy want to talk to him? He wasn't a very interesting person, nor was he a likable one either by the looks of it. Hello, the other boy was calling him a brat! And now he was telling him what to do. 'Stick to music then; you don't want to give yourself more competition by trying to do what so many others here can do better.' He had said. How did he know if he was better? Teishi had to admit, he wasn't the best dancer in the world; but it wasn't like anybody could just randomly come up and tell him that he sucks if they've never seen him before.
"I only dance two styles, so you don't have much to worry about." Teishi muttered quietly, not turning to look at the other boy. "And what I play is of no use to you, since it is unimportant information for a dancer." He sighed, adding a bit more sarcasm on the dancer part than he had intended.
"Of course, since you insist... I play seven different wind instruments, one percussion, two strings and the piano. You don't need to know details." Teishi stopped walking suddenly to turn and look at the boy. "What, are you... gauging me? Seeing how much of a threat I am? Trying to figure me out?" Teishi asked, anger thinly lacing every single word. "Nice try, but I'm not going to tell you anything to get close to guessing." He muttered as he began walking away again. "Besides, I don't need to look like a girl in order to get a customer." He hissed quietly.
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 10:12 pm
OCC: Um... I'm cramming for semester exams now... so I won't be able to post for about a week. I know, I just came back... but yeah. If I can post before then, I will.
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 5:23 pm
(((OOC; Exams should always come first. Hehe. One of my own RPs has gone stagnant due to finals for my friend, so I understand the feeling. Gambatte ne! Good luck on your exams! Study hard!!!)))
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 5:25 am
Sonnen: Voltaire
Sonnen loved kissing. It was one of his favorite hobbies in high school, and in college to some extent. He could never pinpoint why, only that he had always done so in copious amounts with whomever was his ‘partner’ for that week. It didn’t really matter whom it was, actually. Him and his friends kissed casually all the time — not like lovers kissed, but as a support thing, he supposed. It was a common greeting in some parts of the world, so he’d always blamed his affectionate greetings on the scant French blood in his heritage. The bulk of his detentions in high school (which were innumerable) were due to PDA on school grounds, namely in empty (or not-so-empty) classrooms. There had been one instance when he’d been caught by a female student whilst having a very enthusiastic tonsil hockey session with his boyfriend/girlfriend of the week; he could remember which gender the person had been, only that he’d been caught, with his or her hand in his pants, and that the female student tattled in a screaming-esque tone. That was the time he’d been expelled from school for a week. Good times. His libido had been curbed somewhat when he entered college, since he was surrounded by people he wasn’t cool with and was just known as that ‘foreign kid with the funny accent.’ Not so good for getting laid. After his second year in college, he’d decided to get more serious about things, and forcibly rejected his needs and his previous self, trying to adopt a new persona, one that people respected. He’d cut his hair shorter (though it was still long), gotten it dyed so it wasn’t so ‘hey look at me red,’ and then buckled down harder than he had previously. It was hard to imagine that Sonnen had once been a very touchy-feely person, but had basically forced that trait out of himself. It was undignified, inappropriate, unnecessary, but hell, his arms around Othello… it was most certainly undignified, inappropriate and unnecessary, but it was comfy and soothing. It allowed him to slow his mind down and think clearly for awhile.
Now, with his arms still around Othello and their faces so close, the only place Sonnen wanted to be was back in this seventeen-year-old’s mindset, where he wore nothing but black wife beaters and bondage pants and hung off of whoever wasn’t bothered by it. When Othello asked if he was all right, Sonnen could have laughed again, but doing so previously had produced embarrassing results. Instead he just removed his hands from Othello’s face and sat more securely as if it were a chair, and embraced Othello around the middle; he was at just the right height, Sonnen noted, for necking… wait, no! Gah! Dirty thoughts! Be gone, nasty, perverted thoughts! His mind was rapidly trying to fall back into its old way of thinking, the way he’d conditioned himself not to think anymore, but he couldn’t really be bothered by it. Why on Earth had he decided that he was uncomfortable with this? It was so calming, being able to be physically close with someone and feel their heat radiating, their heart beating. He’d just forgotten what it was like after depriving himself of it for so long. But… this wasn’t right, was it? Technically, he’d just sexually harassed Othello, if one went by the law’s terms for sexual harassment. Sure, Othello had kissed him first — twice, he might add — but maybe it was for a different reason, like a ‘thanks for the advice’ kiss, or a ‘this is a weird Japanese custom’ kiss. Hell if he knew. Othello was probably feeling very uncomfortable at the moment, but Sonnen couldn’t make himself pull away. Not quite yet. Not when Othello’s warmth was so inviting and he wasn’t screaming in revulsion.
Another tear leaked out of his eye, which startled him. When had he been crying? Oh, right, laughed to hard he cried. He’d forgotten that in his brief moment of madness. Stupid salty devils. Without releasing Othello, Sonnen swiftly wiped the tears from his face with the elbow of his jacket. Now a powdery, flesh-colored residue was rubbed into the fabric of his jacket, unbeknownst to Sonnen. It was, of course, the foundation he used to cover the imperfections in his skin, namely his freckles. The fact that they were now visible was, of course, unknown to Sonnen, and he ignorantly sighed and shook his head. “I’m a mess,” he complained wryly, smirking at himself. ‘I probably look like crap,’ he thought miserably. His brain wasn’t equipped to deal with so many impulsive and emotional outbursts in such a short time; it made his brain go on the fritz. Due to all of this, Sonnen couldn’t even look Othello in the eye, instead resting his chin on the boy’s shoulder. His body was on fire and his blood felt like it was boiling and he was a second away from pouncing on the boy and having his merry way with him, and he was sure Othello would be able to tell with his psychic-mind-reading mind powers if he looked at him. No, he wouldn’t do that to him. Othello seemed too innocent and young to corrupt in such a way (not to mention it would be considered molestation). Sonnen took deep breaths, clenching his teeth as he tried to fight down his urges.
“Mne pros’tite,” he said softly, not sure how to express what he was feeling. He didn’t know what to say except that he was sorry. What else more could he say? Well, maybe in English would help. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” His voice was quiet, whispery, and he wasn’t sure what else to say. Then it came to him, and he smirked. “In my defense, though, I did tell you that you were ‘too tempting.’ ” Crap, he was going to laugh again. Did Othello have this affect on everyone? Where they were fine and dandy, and then upon meeting them, started acting like they were when they were teenagers? It didn’t make sense. Sonnen wasn’t sure he wanted to make sense of it.
“You were… great,” he complimented, and the words tasted funny in his mouth. He didn’t really compliment people, unless it was on an outfit or something materialistic like that. It wasn’t that he was unimpressed constantly, it was just that he felt awkward complimenting people. But after molesting Othello, he figured a compliment was in order. As long as he wasn’t too disgusted with him for it. “Anyone who doesn’t think so is an idiot.” There, took it one step forward. He felt like a hypocrite, too, because before he’d thought this fortune-telling, crystal ball-reading, card-trickery stuff was all bs, stuff those people made up as the went to make young lovers dream and hope and to make investors more confident about their stocks and whatnot. …He felt like he should have something more profound to say now. He should probably look Othello in the face actually, since this whole time he’d been saying this to the boy’s a**. Okay, yeah, so he’d been staring. So what?
Okay. He was ready now. He had his hormones under control, and was convinced he wasn’t going to add more harassment charges to his record. Sonnen pulled back as little as he could, keeping his hands clasped behind Othello so he couldn’t escape without some freaky acrobatic moves, and finally looked him in the eyes. And then his mouth. Then his neck, then back up to his mouth. Damnit! If he didn’t let go, he’d do something he’d regret, and something Othello would probably despise him for. With much reluctance, Sonnen finally released Othello from his grasp and sat back on the table, once more taking deep breaths. Why was this happening? Why couldn’t he control himself? Why wasn’t Othello lighting him on fire or kicking him between the legs or something to save himself? Nonononono, now was not the time to have a panic attack; he could have one of those in his room where no one was around to hear him throw things and whatnot. The only thing on his mind was ‘I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to do!’ though he hoped it didn’t show on his face; Othello probably already thought he was a crazy molester freak, and didn’t need to add ‘mentally unstable’ on top of that nice list.
(( Hmm. I've noticed that every Companion I've ever played has, at some point, been suddenly kissed. Draconis, Artair and now poor Sonnen. xD Hmmm funny trend this is. ))
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 3:30 pm
H i k a r u - G a l i a n d e r-O t h e l l o  Kissing was something brand new to the little red haired Japanese boy. He lived a hard but at the same time a sweet and sheltered life. Kiss was something knew and he was liking it so far. He felt nervous and self conscious but it was expected from a new to kissing person. The farthest he had gotten to something with a women was hugging a girl, and watching the porn that his best friend stuck into the house when he came over for sleep overs. In many cases of things Othello was totally vanilla. He was a blank slate just waiting to be corrupted, and this kiss was just creeping into the pretty white sheet that was Othello's knowledge of things sexual and physically sound. Of course he knew what all the stuff was but it was a distant gross thought that seemed less gross when Sonnen was around. As the man pulled away his eyes turned upwards and rested on Sonnen's his eyes moving frantically around the others face. Feeling the hand's move, till the rested above his hips and holding him around the middle he looked down his face still a sweet pink color. He felt like a grade school kid, who had just experience his first crush. He didn't know what to do with the odd hyper feeling in his body was. It was like he had just been shot with adrenaline and felt all shiny on the inside and outside. He really was like the Lithium Energizer Bunny. His pale skin just seemed to glow.
Tears! OH MY GOD! Othello freaked out slightly, he wiggled around as he looked over the man's face. He reached up to whip the tear away but Sonnen's elbow beat him to it. He blinked slightly at the makeup that seemed to follow the tear onto the man's sleeve. He looked rather puzzled then something came into his view...Was that...FRECKLES! Othello smirked slightly his dimples visible as he looked over the cute marks and reached up running his thumb over them slightly. Aw Sonnen was so cute with his little freckles! He knew that Sonnen would kill him if he heard his thoughts right now. Obviously, the man disliked the cute little marks on his face seeing as he covered them with foundation. The only time Othello wore makeup was when he was forced into performing in a Japanese stage play. He looked rather funny, and it was a very scaring time in his life. Make up to him was odd, Othello never really broke out, so he didn't need to cover anything up really. On top of the fact that most make up was to dark for his pale complexion. Hearing the comment he shook his head slightly as he smiled his glum little smile as he ran his fingers along the man's face once more. He knew Sonnen didn't look like a mess. Sonnen was handsome, whether or not he had freckles. He knew the man had a gift for beauty that was hard to rival.
The frantic look on Sonnen's face cause Othello's hands to slip up to his head. He ran his fingers through the man's hair messaging his temples and the side of his head slightly. He was working the stress out, at least he hoped he was. He turned his eyes up to follow his hands moving in a relaxing motion. He paused when Sonnen rested his head on his shoulder. Looking over at the boy resting on his shoulder, Othello smiled softly and tilted his head resting it on Sonnen's for a minute before he started messaging the man's head again. It was a small skill he had picked up when he was on ship. He would watch the physical therapist work on soldiers. He had memorized the motions that man used. Breathing slightly staggered as his heart seemed to continue it's onnen's hair held. He looked towards the man as he watched the back of his head with intent care.
Hearing the deep breaths Othello looked down at the man with a curious look then he heard the mumbles and in Othello's mind he was hearing "My Prostitute." Looking rather confused and some what distraught he looked down at Sonnen, "I am a Prostitute? What did you say Sonnen....I don't think I am a prostitute...Does kissing make me a Prostitute! OH MY GOD I AM A SCANDALOUS INDIVIDUAL!" he wiggled slightly as if he was going to faint his hands coming up to his face as he looked like he was going to cry then he heard that Sonnen was sorry. "Why are you Sorry?! I am the Prostitute! I SHOULD BE ARRESTED!" Of course if Othello's mind wasn't buzzing thinking he was some form of lust slave, he would have been very embarrassed by Sonnen's statement. "Of course I am tempting I am a Prostitute! Oh My GOD what if I have some weird illness that was transferred to me from rats! What are they called...Stuff that death...STDs or something...OH MY GOD YOU MIGHT BE SICK WE NEED A DOCTOR!" he screamed as he grabbed Sonnen's shoulders and shook him. He looked horrified as the compliments continued, "I was good? NO! NO SONNEN IT'S A LIE! I am not good I don't want to be good! Prostitutes are EVIL!" he mumbled as he looked beyond scared.
As Othello's minor panic attack continued he looked towards the man, and hung his head slightly as he rested his head on Sonnen's shoulder. Hearing anyone he tensed slightly there were multiple people?! "There are multiple people! OH MY GOD I AM STARTING AN EPIDEMIC WITH STUFF THAT DEATHS!" his brain was about to explode. He had never done anything sexual in his life, so this was almost convincing him that he was actually someone who had a double life that even he, himself, was unaware of. He looked down at Sonnen who was probably looking at him like he was on crack. When the man pulled away and leaned back slightly on the table but kept him close he looked towards the man. He released his shoulders and halted his rapid shaking and rested them on the man's chest slightly. He didn't know what to do now. He was so confused but he was glad Sonnen was here...even if he was a Prostitute for kissing the man. It just went to show how native the boy was when it came to relationships. He was a frantic little mess.
Feeling Sonnen lock eyes with him his heart did a small back flip and calmed him down slightly. He watched the man when he was released and felt his figure slouch slightly. He re-postured himself with a small spin and looked down at the Russian. He kept his hands on the man's chest, he enjoy the beat of his heart. It was soothing. Watching the frantic look on Sonnen's face Othello felt his chest tighten as he leaned in and wrapped his arms around Sonnen with a small sobbing declaration he looked towards the man and leaned in so he was only a few inches away he inhaled, "I am sorry that I made you feel dirty..I will go take a bath and stuff...I didn't know I was a Prostitute but now that I know I will work to make sure that I don't have stuff that deaths and....yeah..." he declared as he sniffled slightly. He turned away keeping one hand on Sonnen's shoulder. He rubbed his tearing blue eyes. He was a scattered brained little goober. That was something that made Othello who he was. His personality made him the love able little creature that fell in love with Sonnen, in his first performance. He looked towards Sonnen again waiting for the man to respond.
[( xD Sorry Drakie I guess your characters are just kissable! At least Othello isn't scary looking and he was Ninja kissed by a rather nice individual! )]
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 6:01 pm
(( I hope you're feeling better Draci. =D
Good luck with your exams Mossy. Yes, Mossy, because for some reason, I saw the MoS before anything else in your user name. >>;
I'm not sure if the "adorkable" in Heresy's post is supposed to be a typo, but it's a cute endearment. xD
And Phirun was kind of scary, but not Nereus. x-x; Same thing with being kind of mean. <<; ))
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 6:41 pm
Break away from everybody, break away from everything.-= (( Nono, adorkable was completely intentional. :> Also, Wonderland, I lollergasmed at Othello's actions. xD My prostitute. Ehehehehe. And yes, feeling quite better. I get more sick in the winter than any other time of season. Shoveling the vitamin C tablets down and all the vitamin water I can get my grubby hands on.
@Mosa: Cram away, dearie. If you don't make all A's, though, The Madam might do something mischievous to your character. twisted )) =- If you can't stand the way this place is, take yourself to higher places.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 6:49 pm
[( I am glad. I was laughing the entire time I was writing that. I am glad you liked it. ALSO I am glad that your feeling better <3 )]
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 8:10 pm
OCC: Well... I found out everything on the exam (such nice teachers!) and it's a piece of cake. I have a feeling that my nickname is Mosa... or Mossy.... whatever... but I'm not sure. So yeah, I'm coming back... I got this stupid exam down.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 4:41 pm
BLacKeMoSAdneSS OCC: Well... I found out everything on the exam (such nice teachers!) and it's a piece of cake. I have a feeling that my nickname is Mosa... or Mossy.... whatever... but I'm not sure. So yeah, I'm coming back... I got this stupid exam down. (((OOC: Can I call you Emo? That's what I wanted to call you as a nickname but then Mossy started... but I don't think I'll remember that... Or I could call you Kemo... GOMEN!)))
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 4:46 pm
Nileregwen DoUrden BLacKeMoSAdneSS OCC: Well... I found out everything on the exam (such nice teachers!) and it's a piece of cake. I have a feeling that my nickname is Mosa... or Mossy.... whatever... but I'm not sure. So yeah, I'm coming back... I got this stupid exam down. (((OOC: Can I call you Emo? That's what I wanted to call you as a nickname but then Mossy started... but I don't think I'll remember that... Or I could call you Kemo... GOMEN!))) (( Oooh, or maybe Mimosa, since 'mosa' is in your name! Mimosa is tasty. ))
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 4:49 pm
(( I've always wanted to call her 'Chemo'. xD;;
Sorry. ))
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 11:08 pm
OCC: I like "Chemo". Sounds almost intelligent. But Mimosa is fine too. I don't mind either. Oh, and if you want to call me "Emo" I'm fine with that too.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 5:02 am
Break away from everybody, break away from everything.-= (( When I hear 'chemo,' I hear 'chemotherapy.' xD Unless you're pronouncing it like 'chee-mo' and not 'kee-mo.' )) =- If you can't stand the way this place is, take yourself to higher places.
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