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 Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 3:39 pm
(Sorry, late post.)
"What do you think of life here? I'm assuming you've traveled from somewhere else, Russia perhaps?" Peeta asked and tapped her lap, signaling for Lithium to jump on, which she did so and curled up comfortably before stretching out her neck and gave Lucian a lick on the hand with her warm tongue before placing her head on her poofy tail and letting out a snort before sleeping. "Aww, Lithia likes you. She's usually more reserved,maybe she thinks your a arctic fox as well, with your furry jacket and pale skin, I like it by the way. Reminds me of the snow."
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 7:09 pm
 Lucian KlimentLucian lowered his gaze towards the small ball of fur that licked against the flesh of his hand. His right arm pulled forward, letting his fingers caress the top of the small fox’s head. As his own flesh met with the fur of the fox he whispered under his breath, though it was in Russian the female would more then likely have no clue as to what he said regarding the fox.
“Ty takaya nezhnaya .. “
Letting his hand give a single brushed over the fox’s head as he pulled away, his arms contently rested against the counter of the bar. His lips twisted into a grin keeping this grin pasted into his expression while he spoke.
“I miss home, but I can’t go back so I make do here.”
Lucian inhaled his chest pulling inward then out as he exhaled. This motion caused the fur of his coat to lift ever so slightly.
Shaking his head as he pushed away the thoughts of sorrow regarding his home. He let another grin flash towards the female he was conversing with. His pearl white teeth slightly showing, a single dagger like canine flashed towards her as well.
Lucian then pursed his lips. Lucian was difficult to talk to. He was a very reserved person at times. He would of course avoid being rude and greet or introduce himself. But he would usually not be the one to carry out the conversation. Instead Lucian shifted on his heels, he was standing the whole time so his legs began to fall asleep. Positioning himself, Lucian plopped himself down in a seat that seemed to connect to the counter of the bar. The cushion felt rather comfy unlike most seats you might find in a bar.
Lucian leaned forward; his arms placed atop one another as he contently rested them on the counter of the bar. Lucian hid his face under the snow white fur of his coat.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 8:02 pm
(-)
"What did you say to her?" Peeta asked curiously, her words almost a whisper as she looked up at Lucian, then reached down to pick up her violin which she had placed between her and the counter, placing it atop the counter and unlatching the case but didn't open it yet. "I think I forgot to give my name. I'm Peeta, or rather I like to be called that. My mom gave me the name Patricia but I hate it. It's so girly, which as you can see isn't me." She said and waved her hands around her body to emphasize her boyish looks.
"Do you have a place to stay? If you want I can hook you up with a stay at a friend's house of mine, I'm sure he won't mind. Or I can find a good deal for a hotel if you'd like. I'd let you stay at my place but its a bit of a dump." Peeta added and shrugged before turning and waving over the bartender. "Can I have a raspberry lemonade...oh and some chicken fingers and fries if you have any."
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 10:48 pm
Lucian Kliment
Lucian flashed his gaze towards the female, a smile had yet again twisted onto his porcelain face. His lips parted as he exhaled, this cold breath being followed by his thick accent.
"I tell her, her fur is soft."
"Is compliment."
Lucian let his right arm shift, the index of his right hand traced around the edge of the empty glass that once held his order of liquor. Lucian shifted the shoulder that supported the nylon strap attached to the leather casing that secured his guitar.
"I have no place to stay I'm afraid, and I will not put burden onto you or friend. I will have to figure something out maybe .."
Lucian felt like an idiot for passing up the offer. He had no idea where he would stay. Lucian hesitated, unsure of what exactly he would end up doing.
He entered an inner debate with himself. Friends house .. Hotel. Though usually he refused help feeling as if it was taking advantage of people, he accepted one of the offers at least, exhaling an exaggerated sigh. His breath smelt of honey that lingered on his tongue from the liquor.
"Hotel perhaps .. ?"
Lucian usually preferred living arrangements by himself. He always tried to imagined having a roommate, and the 24/7 conflicts that could possibly occur. Lucian wasn't necessarily afraid of having someone else living with him, more so just wary of it.
Though he wasn't completely broke, he perhaps had enough money to spend awhile in whatever hotel they might come across. After he ran out of cash, he had no idea what would happen. Lucian had left that to the future though.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 11:59 pm
¤ ---With dreams of a distant l o v e--- ¤
| -I'm a W A N D E R I N G {satellite} | "What?!"
His voice was a whisper, a tiny collection of syllables thrown out on a whim of breath and surfacing agitation. Shock had thrust the word from between his lips with a sharp, agonized tone, riddled with sheer disbelief. Amber eyes, glowing under the deep lighting of the Oriental decorations, grew large, fragile and hollow as they stared unwaveringly toward the Japanese female seated beside him. He failed to summon any other words after his initial, punctuated utterance. There were simply none to be had - Yuko had said something that could not be... real. How could she know? What did she know? Liam, the son of this mysterious man he called 'father', had never heard anything about his father's death. Nothing. Had it been tragedy or abandonment? He didn't know and likely would never know.
Thus, upon hearing what Yuko stated, straightforward with complete honest, Liam found himself pitching forward. His hands braced him again, but this time he stared at the counter without seeing anything. A flood of memories, fragmented and dim, strung together in a broken, kaleidoscope manner. His mother crying, screaming, pitching things through the air, slamming a door in his face...
Was he breathing? He couldn't remember if he was breathing. As if on cue, his lungs expanded and a great volume of air filled his lungs. It felt like lead filling him in place of oxygen: struggling to find any facade of composure, Liam shook his head. Back and forth, only once, but enough to break his shell-shocked staring contest with the bar's counter. Pain laced his every move as he slowly reentered reality; his head lifted, and empty gold eyes found themselves staring at his fire-haired boss, Christoph, having an argument with Yuko. At first, he didn't hear anything. Then, blinking once, everything rushed back to him. Sight, sound, scents - he jerked, finally hearing what it was Christoph was hissing to his Japanese friend.
"Contract? Value... What is this? Christoph?" His gaze swept back to his employer, dagger-some stare indicating his rising temper. His teeth came together, gritted against a hard scowl. "What haven't you told me? No." His hands curled into fists on the bar as pain flooded his features, swiftly covered with a mask of indifference and silken hair. "Forget it. It's not my business..." He murmured, tone staggering under a weight of long-harbored dismay and grief. A hard sigh saw to bringing him enough strength to look back at Yuko, eyes still strangely lacking any human emotion. His soul was too battered to handle playing upon his sleeve, as mortal men usually did.
"I don't understand how you can know of my father. He's never been real, as far as facts would have it, but there's no reasoning other wise, since I exist. I don't like that you've made him -" He jerked his shoulder towards Christoph, refusing to look at him. "- upset, since he has this inane policy of keeping himself separated, somehow, from his work. Which makes me think that what you're offering is possible. He wouldn't be so angry if there weren't some truth behind your words." Liam replied, voice calm, placid as frozen water. Here, he glanced once at Christoph, cold eyes and cold lips staring only briefly at the visibly discontent male. "You don't understand..." Liam whispered, a tremor pulsing through his body.
Amber optics flared beneath a fringe of black lashes as they descended upon Yuko's features. "What... is my father?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 4:39 am
 ♥ ♠ Call me Byron, that's all ♦ ♣
Byron didn't know what to say, he didn't feel like asking any more questions, instead he wanted to spill out everything he had to Christoph, but it wasn't so much like him and deep inside he was scared of what the fiery haired bartender would think of him if he told him the truth.
He watched Christoph as he went to his guest, she was so elegant and pretty, but something seemed to be going wrong, they seemed to argue about something, but somehow he didn't care, he was so consumed in his own thoughts that all the sounds and images were fading away.
He buried his face into his long fingered bony hands, a tiny diamond shone from his ring, it was one of those expensive Star Trek rings that his friends got him for last birthday to celebrate his nerdiness, and although he wasn't the biggest Star Trek fan amongst his friends, it was so dear to him that he rarely took it off, it was all what was left from his previous life before coming here, he wondered what has become of them, why didn't they contact him or return any of his calls. It was all like a nightmare to him, with bits and pieces of lost memories, why did he come to this town? and how did he? many questions were left unanswered.
To think about it, he really needed someone to talk to, but he's always been that defensive, he wouldn't tell someone he didn't know about things in his private life, but there was something about the centuries old Music Box that gave him comfort, all the sounds were coming back as he lifted his face to look around again. The girl with the fox was talking to the Russian guy closer to him, but he couldn't take his attention off the arguing trio.
"I guess I'll talk to Christoph about it after all, he might be of use, even if he directed me to someone else." he finally thought "It won't do any harm after all."
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 2:01 pm
 ił'ѕ ѕo hāяď ło opєn υp
aηd ι'ď ďo ¤ āηyłhiηġ ¤ foя υѕ
♠ → → → i’m ѕłill lєāяηinġ hoώ ło łяυsł
...&&& D A N I E L He was relieved to find that Lacey was, as he'd suspected a few weeks ago, a very kind girl. It wasn't so much that she doted or gave whimsical compliments every second of the day, but everything she did was infused with a delicate type of gentleness Daniel was happy to have discovered. In way of her sweetened smile, his face brightened charismatically and a small, dimpled grin slipped onto his lips.
Greenish eyes watched the petite bassist as she battled for the right thing to say. It was somewhat surprising to hear that she was, too, a songwriter, but Daniel couldn't be more pleased by the admission. Rare was it that he came across someone who tried to strike out on the tricky path of written song - the intimacy of such a profession often coerced the usual, curious, individual from even trying.
Melanie's antics brought a coy slant to Daniel's round optics, along with a small, quiet chuckle that trickled from his throat and jumped in his shoulders. Feeling quite comfortable with the pair of girls he'd only recently met, Daniel eagerly listened on as Lacey's shot explanation was given. Unraveling 'whys' and 'whens' aside, it seemed as though the girl had always had a mind for songs and their infinitely interchangeable lyrics.
"I'm so glad you let yourself experiment. Music is a grand, worldly, shared passion and oftentimes it's as though the current generation gets stuck on the past. It's not as common anymore for someone to look forward, with an idea of their own. Even if it's not written, I find that the words or the sounds or however it comes to you, stays with you. Some way or another, it'll find it's way to the surface again... So..." Daniel paused, momentarily taken aback by his philosophical standpoint, and then immediately colored as he stammered a quick conclusion: "...So d-don't think you need to press yourself into conforming, like writing every single thing that comes to you. Just jotting down a few lines, however which way you want, is a good start."
His voice faded to a mumble as he self-awareness kicked in, vibrant in the shy gleam of his oceanic irises. Chuckling at himself, with a hand rubbing the back of his neck in an awkward motion, he glanced at the new bar they stood next to. Drink? Today... His stare sauntered down to where Christoph was; the blond started, startled to see the tense situation down at the other end of the bar. Nibbling on the inside of his cheek, Daniel shrugged. "Ah. Maybe a little. Um..." Perhaps there was another bartender? He didn't want to interrupt whatever was going on with Christoph, Liam and the elegant Japanese lady.
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 6:21 pm
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♫ ℒacey ℋancock ♫
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Lacey smiled while she thought. Daniel didn't seem the way Melanie described him. Well, maybe a little, but he wasn't cute in her eyes. He gave her more of a nice and sweet type vibe. It was a pleasant change from how many people that frequent this place seems to be. While there was a short silence between them, she started to gently tug on one of her earrings with her free hand. She had a tendency to fidget: even without realizing it sometimes.
Her hand dropped back to her side when Daniel started speaking. Dark orbs focused on his lighter ones. Her smile widened a bit when she realized he was letting words flow out of his mouth more than she did. Lacey tilted her head to the side when he paused and became more aware of what he was saying. A gentle smile was still present on her face. She found his words oddly comforting. It might have just been because she never talked to anyone about this kind of thing before.
Still, the blond seemed interesting: like the type of person that might go on random rambling kicks before realizing it. Kind of like how she goes into a staring contest with a random object while off in fantasy land. Okay, maybe that isn't all that similar, but who cares really.
For some reason, she didn't expect him to chuckle so much. It was good to see though. "Thanks for that," she paused to smile big enough so there was only a sliver of color visible in her eyes. "If I think of something...that I feel is really cool...I will repeat it in my head until I can find a place to write it down. Usually I start humming or singing it. So far no one has caught me doing that though...it would be embarrassing if they did." Lacey finished with a small laugh.
A lot of people can't believe that she wants to be on stage playing in a band. It seemed so out of character for her. Even some of what he said didn't seem like it fit her that well. Of course, those people that doubt her; have never seen her on stage before. If they did, who knows what they would think.
"Oh. Well...let's get you a drink then. I want to order a different one anyway..." Lacey trailed off into a quieter tone when she got to the last comment. It wasn't really something she meant to say. She was going to follow up quickly by asking him if he wanted to try hers, but that's when she saw them.
When Lacey was trailing off, she happened to look down the length of the bar. It didn't take her long to find Christoph, with his orange hair and fierce look in his eyes. The other bartender was there as well, but she wasn't paying attention to him at all. In fact, she wasn't even looking at Christoph for that long. Her eyes were glued to the customer across from them. Suddenly everything went quiet: her eyes got as wide as saucers, jaw dropped, and her heart thudded heavily in her chest. It was like time stood still. Lacey didn't even realize that the glass she was holding slipped out of her hand.
It wasn't until the glass shattered into a million pieces that she returned to reality. That is also when she realized that she was holding her breath; so she let it out and started breathing normally again. Lacey looked down at the mess on the floor. Some of it spilled on her purple heels. Luckily, the fabric was easy to clean; not that it really mattered.
Lacey still felt like she was reacting in slow motion, because it took her a while to bend down. Her delicate fingers started picking up the bigger shards of glass as carefully as possible. Her eyes stayed fixated on what she was doing. She didn't want to meet the gaze of that woman. The one that looks an awfully lot like her. Her hands trembled slightly as she tried to figure out what this feeling was that was welling up inside. ((^_^ I think it's the best when the people you are roleplaying with inspire you and make you eager to see what might happen next. ^_^))
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 8:38 pm
  Amor had already entered the bar long long ago without the knowledge of the living beings around him or have ever solidifying himself for any of them. Instead he "Lived" so to speak; unknowingly amongst them.
Unlike what most stories perhaps would tell of deathly white ghost or undead, Amor's skin was rather lively. It wasn't tan but instead a nice shade of light peach. His aqua colored hair was medium length. The bangs long enough to cover his eyes, but swept to where he could peek through them.
Amor had been wearing the same thing he wore the night of his death. He wore solid black tuxedo with a dull white button down shirt underneath, around the collar of the button down shirt a matching black necktie was tightened. He wore black dress shoes that looked as if they had been shined recently. His sight was taken to the ground briefly, It looked as if his pupils had no color, as if they were miniature black holes.
His entire attire was one someone would wear a long while ago. Of course some still wear Tuxedos today, but his just had that hint of age. Underneath his left arm he held his viola and bow. He had a rather sad expression. He was afraid of making himself known so all he could do is watch and listen.
Amor sighed exaggeratedly. His right arm reached towards Daniel, the boy he was nearest to. He frowned as his arm went right through the boy's head. His fingers curled as if attempting to comb his ghostly fingers through the boys golden locks.
Amor's eyes were narrowed as he still attempted to comb through Daniel's hair. He missed the touch of the living. His eyes widened as the sound of glass shattering echoed towards him. Twisting around rather quickly he spotted the culprit of the noise.
Quickly Amor reacted to the crash of the glass that the female had seemingly dropped. Amor didn't "float" around as most fictions would read. He walked like a living person. As he knelt down once nearing her, He attempted to scoop up the few shards without her knowledge. Though disembodied Amor could interact with solid objects.
The tips of his translucent fingers first brushed over the tiny shards, his viola had since then been placed against the terrain behind him. He slowly placed his left hand near a pile of the shards. Brushing back slowly he tried to brush them into his right hand without the girl noticing.
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 9:11 pm
Christoph bit his lip and turned his head. Liam had accepted Yuko's offer, despite his attempt to stop it.
"Very well." Yuko produced a small disc the size of a quarter from the sleeve of her coat. It was covered in an intricate pattern of overlapping circles, with a small moon and sun placed opposite of each other on the compass points. With a quick flick of her wrist, she downed the last of the sake in her choko, then held it out mutely to Christoph.
Christoph took it from her silently and carefully wiped it with his clean rag, then handed it back to her. She set it gently onto the table, then poured fresh sake into it. Yuko took the small disc and set it gently onto the surface of the sake, letting it float. It began to rotate slowly, creating tiny currents in the liquid. She murmured a phrase in Japanese, her eyelids lowering till they were half-closed, irises seeming to glow with inner light as she stared into the choko. Her hair began to float around her, as if suspended in water. When she spoke, it was in a voice that echoed with power.
"Liam Roman Westlye. You were born not out of love, but of duty. Your mother was a gang member when she first met your father Your father was rich, due to his hard work and family connections. She saw this, and made a plan, to make him hers.
"With her charms and skills of deceit, she won his love. They were married, and she began to pursue a career of acting. He funded her publicity and agent fees out of his love for her.
"She did not return his love. She only married him for money. Your conception was not a joy to her as it was for him, only a duty that she must carry out as a wife. He could not see this, as his love for her made him blind. She continued to pursue acting, always demanding money from him. He gave it freely, wishing to support her in her dream."
"Even at this time, she retained ties to her former gang. She would give them money that she had received from your father, which they would use to fund their own activities. About six months after your conception, your father discovered this after overhearing a heated argument between your mother and the gangleader."
"The next time she came to ask for money, he refused her. His blindness had disappeared, and he confronted her about how she used the money. When she had no adequate response, he told her that she would take no more of his money and that he would divorce her."
"This enraged your mother. She hated that he refused her demands and was embarrassed and infuriated by his decision to divorce her. Your mother wanted to do something to prevent losing her money source, so hatched a plan with her former gang."
"One night, as your father was out taking a walk, he was assaulted by your mother's former gang. They killed him and dismembered his corpse. He had left no will, so your mother inherited everything. He had loved her, indulged her whims, and supported her dreams. She repaid him by having him murdered."
"Your mother knew this, and in order to escape the guilt of it, convinced herself that he deserved it. Soon after, you were born. You took after your father exclusively, and it brought out the guilt and anger in her from where she had buried it under lies and justifications. She couldn't stand it, and began controlling every aspect of your life in an attempt to shape you into her image."
Yuko looked up at Liam, the glow in her eyes fading, and her hair coming slowly back down to frame her face. Christoph knew what came next. She took the disc out of the sake, making it disappear back into her sleeve. Then she picked up the ring from where she'd set it on the table.
"I'll be taking this as my payment."
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 9:40 pm
ił'ѕ ѕo hāяď ło opєn υp
aηd ι'ď ďo ¤ āηyłhiηġ ¤ foя υѕ
♠ → → → i’m ѕłill lєāяηinġ hoώ ło łяυsł
...&&& D A N I E L Despite his embarrassment, Daniel was able to muster enough courage to smile back at the young woman. His initial uncertainty had melted away beneath the power of her wide, pleasing smile. He couldn't help but wonder why Lacey was so shy - she was a gorgeous girl, obviously talented, with many interests that could attract most anyone she liked. But, of course, she was who she was. He liked who she was, along with Melanie, whom was a vibrant little thing as well.
"N-no problem. I've never... actually had a chance to talk about... all of it to, to anyone before. It's fun. I'm glad we could share." He replied, sheepishly brushing a strand of hair out of his face. Messy, somehow always windblown and all over the place: his hair that is. At least it was a nice color, Daniel mused, nodding as Lacey mentioned getting a drink with him. Might as well, he supposed, despite that he didn't usually go against his normal restrictions.
Today was kind of special, in a way. Daniel's eyes lifted to the stage again, softening as they watched, their color morphing to a lighter shade of green and blue. Yeah, tonight was one of those days worth celebrating with a little free spirit. The club had been redecorated successfully, the band he... liked... was playing and the atmosphere was...
Shivers sprang up down the back of his neck. Hand rising up, he swatted lightly at the area behind his shoulder, twisting slightly to see if someone had gone by. No one. Staring at the open air behind him, Daniel slowly rubbed his neck, wondering where the cool draft of air had come from. Maybe there was an air-conditioning vent overhead. Curious, but shrugging it off, Daniel turned back to Melanie and Lacey just as -
- glass shattered on the ground. "L-Lacey?!" Daniel yelped, stepping back, alarmed as he examined the girl's face. It was so pale: what was wrong? "Are y-you okay? Are you hurt?" Daniel exclaimed quietly, not wanting to draw a scene. Glancing around, he spotted a napkin holder on the bar and hustled over to get a few. He'd ask one of the other employees for a pan or something to put the pieces in - glass broke in bars everyday after all. He was just worried that Lacey might have hurt herself somehow.
"It's okay, we'll get this cleaned up in a ji... ji... jiff...y?"
It wasn't every day that someone witnessed things moving on their own. Heck, he believed in some strange things, like angels and so on, but he'd never once thought he'd come across anything like... Glass moving on its own. Staring wordlessly, Daniel found himself on his knees, blankly watching those tiny fragments slide slowly across the ground, against all rules of physics.
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 10:51 pm
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♫ ℒacey ℋancock ♫
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Lacey heard the blond she was talking to sounding concerned, but she couldn't really hear what he was saying. That was because she was frozen in place. For some reason, she felt like someone was kneeling beside her. She inhaled deeply as she turned to her head to the side and saw nothing. Even though she couldn't see someone there, she continued to stare until Daniel started stuttering abnormally. Her eyes shifted to follow his gaze, but she only saw the tail end of it. Was the glass moving on its own?
"Daniel," she said in a reassuring tone, "it's okay." She looked back at the presence she felt next to her. "Thank you..." she flashed the emptiness next to her a warm smile, "Ghost-sama." The last part was whispered as her eyes shifted to look down at the ground so people would think she was talking to Daniel and still looking for stray shards. There was no real reason why she used 'sama' at the end. It just slipped right off her tongue. It could have had something to do with the fact that she didn't know the entities name; assuming there is something there.
Lacey was completely calm now and still had a smile on her face as she continued to help. The ghost made her forget everything that may have been bothering her at the time. Of course, she wasn't 100% positive that there was a ghost next to her. However, she was one to believe that anything is possible and already knows some of Christoph's secrets; if you would call them that. He didn't really confirm that there were ghosts but he did wave to the door last time when no one was there. It was possible that she didn't 'feel' those ghosts because they were farther away from her.
While she was half in her own thoughts, she ended up cutting her finger on a piece of glass. It wasn't deep, but it instantly started to bleed a lot. Fingers were weird like that. Normally, she would just suck on the blood without thinking, but she was to busy wondering if ghosts could ever bleed or feel such a thing anymore. Subconsciously she moved in slow motion; bringing her finger to her lips. It wasn't until she tasted her own blood that she was thrust out of her thoughts.
"I'm fine..." she stated to anyone that cared. Of course, she knew that Daniel probably already asked if she was alright so it was kind of a delayed response. She took the injured finger out of her mouth before placing the shards of glass into the pan that was brought over.
Lacey stood up and dusted her deep red dress off. "Sorry," she smiled, "I am going to go clean myself up." The young bassist hesitated though. Her eyes fixated on the ground; trying to look more toward the blond than empty space. Before she walked away, she rested her hand on the ghosts head. Well, that's what she tried to do by guessing where it could have been at that particular moment. She did still feel its presence; but it wasn't exact or anything like that.
Not long after, she made her way into the bathroom and unbuckled the strap on her heels. A soft smile appeared on her lips as she slipped the purple shoes off to start cleaning them. No matter what, this place would be more interesting than anything else. Lacey was happy that she ran into this place. In fact, she literally did run into the building on the first night. She let out a small laugh; which echoed throughout the bathroom.
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 11:51 pm
Amor had gulped nervously. He heard the words spoken to him. His optics focused first on Daniel and then back to the female just as she had cut her finger. But he let his stare intently remain on her before she disappeared into the isolation of the bathroom. After a brief pause, figuring nobody could hear him anyway he spoke to himself.
“Peculiar, quite peculiar that it seems she knew I was here.”
This didn’t change his fear of others rejection, so he remained unknown. He had to dispose of the glass but feared Daniel noticing. He lifted to his feet, his palms cupped together to keep the tiny remains of the shattered cup. Unfortunately the glass appeared to be merely floating, Amor managed to keep this event from the sight of the living beings in the bar. Though it was possible or even inevitable that Daniel was able to catch glimpse of his action.
Amor had hustled over to the waste bin not too far from the edge of the bar, as he eased his figure down his arms reached in towards the recently emptied bin, his fingers uncurled as the shards dropped into the plastic bag that had wrangled inside of the bin. Sighing in relief he lowered his head.
Amor placed his palm against the edge of the bar to help himself up, though simutaneously had motioned his right outwards to wherehis palm collided with an unattended glass cup. If he had a beating heart it would be ripping at his chest at that moment.
The cup had flung into the wall behind the bar, the shards dropped down against the flooring below. Amor's eyes widen his knees buckled together as he eased to where he sat. Hanging his head in shame he began to scold and lecture himself in his mind.
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