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 Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 9:56 am
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x Edan was beginning to become very frightened as he was dragged off to the restroom, realizing now that he had absolutely no plan of action and no idea of what he could say. He didn't even know what was happening as Salem hid his things and settled onto the toilet, pulling out words that seemed to come to the sableye as hard as it was to get them to come the vulpix. "I..um.. where from?" he decided upon but it was very hard for him to feign obliviousness, and he could feel his heart rate pick up as he wondered what exactly Salem was thinking right now. He just stared down at the seated rock star and all that he could really see was the ax he'd hurled hitting his bony dead chest, spikes jutting out from his pale skin.
The vulpix raised a hand to his forehead, rubbing his temple, eyes tight shut for a moment as he tried to clear the vision from his mind. Finally, words came from his mouth, as he turned away from Salem, "I.. I won.." he said quietly, though loud enough to be heard in the isolated room. 'I have to get out of here, I have to leave, I shouldn't be here..' his mind urged him to get away from what was causing him stress and grief and so he turned back to Salem, "I.." 'I'm leaving' his mind completed but the words didn't leave his lips. Then he quickly grabbed hold of the door knob, flinging the bathroom door open but with a thud it stopped - before even opening enough for him to pass through.
The vulpix's escape was foiled by an eavesdropper! Well, at least he wouldn't need to apologize for smacking the door in the man's face, as he deserved it for listening in. Then when he saw who it was, he was reminded of the meal that he had passed up at that house, the haunter having been sitting apart from the rest of them and taking the whole thing rather lightly. "You.." he said as he stared at the little spy, now finding himself stuck in between two people that he knew to be dead before, but now it was apparent that they weren't.
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 10:02 am
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Some would say your life was sad . . . but you lived it anyway.
Of course it could have just been another normal night. Make-up some dinner, watch television, go to bed, but he had been drawn from his home and his sedintary lifestyle [outside of his career anyway]. Morgan had received a forwarded text. About a party, being thrown by a metal band no less. He had heard the band before, their songs had been played on a few of his sets. Though he had never sought them out as a band, they'd apparently become very popular recently and he DID want to get out of the fancy house that he called home.
The mew bid goodbye to his pet rabbit, Whiskey, and off he went. He drove to the Hilton hotel in his car, a Honda Civic, and when he got there he could tell the place was alive. Many people were entering, some dressed provocatively and it made him nervous. He thought about the things he could do to them, the things he would let them do to him.
But things most often ended up the same, they made it as far as the bedroom before the threats of restraining orders came and the good natured mew was now a scary monster. His sexual desires were often completely overpowering and fighting with his brain was damn near impossible.
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 10:07 am
_______________ _______________D R E S D E N . R A V E N SMy Heart and Soul Flatline
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Dresden smiled as he glanced from his guitar towards the crowd. He hadn't done this in what seemed like forever and it was a welcome trip into nostalgia, reminded of the joys he'd had playing up on a big stage with his band-mates, crowds cheering for them. And the memories of just practicing, playing for fun all day in that old abandoned warehouse with his best friend while they were still young kids, not even old enough to be called an adult. At some point he became lost in the happy expressions of the crowded party and just flung the guitar by its strap over his shoulder. He proudly watched as the people continued to dance, and shout, and cheer - and it really brought a warmth back to the mismagius that he had lost during his time away from the music and his friends.
After it seemed that the people near had settled and were just continuing to enjoy the party, the mismagius dropped down, laying on his stomach on the bed. Dresden's attention after a while was brought back to the little clefairy pop star. She seemed to really be enjoying herself and it was a surprising but pleasant sight to the mismagius, he didn't really think that people in her field of music would enjoy Death Dolls music but it seemed like she was loving it. And so he called out to the clefairy, "You enjoying yourself?~" he asked with a short warm laugh following the question. The answer was already apparent but it was a way to pull her attention to the mismagius that was sprawled out on the bed so that perhaps he could ask her about her peculiarly spread out musical tastes.
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 10:09 am
  and maybe....you're gonna be the one that saves me...
Salem's eyes grew wide. HE WON?! Salem could hardly stop himself from passing out. This was all so surreal. Until now he'd been able to quiet that little voice in his head but now it was screaming and his heart raced along with it. The tiny rocker jumped up as the vulpix headed for the door.
"You can't leave, I...." He was cut off as the door slammed into someone. The haunter. Boy, he sure was everywhere. Salem peaked out the door, around the vulpix. Then he remembered why he had stood up in the first place and gripped a small hand around the red-head's arm.
"I need to know...." he began, but what did he really need to know? "Did you.....get the money?" he hesitated before looking into his eyes. There was something so strange about all of this. And the fact that the three of them were all here and in tact after such a strange night that almost seemed to have never happened.
 I miss your purple hair
I miss the way you taste
I know you’ll come back some day
On a bed of nails I wait
I’m praying that you don’t burn out
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 2:57 pm
"A trickster's smile"  
He didn't get to hear much, not when the two were talking so quiet, a random word here and there before things hushed down. The party about directly behind him making it even more difficult to listen in on the two familiar faces behind the door. Not too long after he'd pressed his ear in closer, however, the door came flying open, hitting him in the face in the process. The Haunter went a little wide eyed for the briefest moment before closing his eyes shut tightly at the growing pain in the side of his face, the door messing up his balance and knocking him back on his rear end with a muffled thud, just short of the border of people lining the makeshift dance floor of the hotel room.
Shin opened his eyes after a moment, bringing a hand up to rub the side of his face gently in an attempt to soothe some of the pain shooting through his cheek to his ear. He was about to respond to the Vulpix's single word and stare but the Sableye beat him to it after the short look over. He took the time to open and close his mouth widely a few times, wincing here and there before pulling his hand away from his face and standing back up off of the, rather uncomfortable and stiff, hotel room carpeted floor. "You two are as lively as ever I see," he hinted both curiously and playfully, a small and usual grin back on his face, along with a brief wince.
Shin could still remember it pretty clearly, some parts more than others from that 'dream'. He remembered the other people that were there, his excitement in getting the attic, but all of that seemed to pale in comparison to his and his partner's 'deaths' at the hands, and knives, of a young little broken necked ghost girl. The song she sang still gave him chills, but that was besides the point. He had been curious about the others, whether he'd made them up, though that seemed unlikely since he'd seen the Sableye before. But, still, that the man was in his 'twisted dream' wasn't too out of the question, dreams seemed to work that way. Now that the two were in front of him again, however, and together, he was beginning to have second thoughts that the whole thing really was a dream, not that the fact that it could have been real was completely impossible either, the Sableye's mention of 'the money' leaning him to the side of believing that it had actually happened even more.
"Sure you wanna trust it?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 6:31 pm
 I am a SHINING ... ★ S t a r ...rare and untouched. Star Fukushima continued to dance around in the middle of the crowd. Her hand was raised in the air, pounding the air with her clenched fist. Enjoying the rock music. From her cute appearance, she didn't look like one to be fond of metal rock. But she did. She enjoyed different genres. Star happily sung the lyrics, her words matching the song that pounded through the speakers. She seemed to know each lyric by heart, and it was sorta hard to believe. Seeing the cute pop singer knowing the lyrics of a Death Dolls song. She continued to pump her fist and bang her pink head slightly. She thought to herself. If she was caught by the paparazzi, she was never going to hear the end of it from her manager. Star only wanted some fun. And to listen to one of her favorite bands.
Happily, she continued to enjoy the music. Then, she noticed the mismagius guitarist stop playing his guitar. He collapsed on to the bed, a smile on his face. He looked comfortable. A small smile lined her lips before she turned her attention to the song that was now playing next. She cheered in unison with the crowd, then continued to do her routine of fist pumping and head banging. Then, she heard a laugh from the bed, looking to see the purple haired guitarist. He shouted to her, asking her if she was enjoying herself. Star smiled and nodded. "YEAH! I am!" she shouted back to him. Trying to make her voice audible over the speaker so the Death Doll can hear her.
Star began to make her way to the bed, where Dresden was splayed across the mattress. Comfortable. She lowered herself to the corner of the mattress and gave him a soft wave. "Hellooo~" she chimed.
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 9:54 pm
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He listened, whether he wanted to or not, to the sableye's question, and as soon as it had left his lips the vulpix's eyes were on Salem. "The money?" he asked, offended that it was the question that the rock star wanted to ask. 'Of everything that happened, the s**t that keeps me awake at night, what he wants to know about is the money?!' He stared into those icy blue eyes for a long few moments, as if he was searching for an answer or waiting for Salem to change the question but then finally he shook his head. "Does it matter?" he asked with his head tilted just slightly and an eyebrow raised.
Finally he just decided to write off the sableye as less than he had given him credit for. "You're an idiot." he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest now and turning away from the rockstar, his eyes now on the haunter that stood in the doorway. He was a peculiar one, but Edan had no response to his statement, having put his bit of temper onto Salem.
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 10:03 pm
and maybe....you're gonna be the one that saves me...
Salem watched as the vulpix seemed trapped for a moment, possibly at a loss. He couldn't help but feel that attraction to him again. It was clear that he had more sides to him than the pissy hot head. But of course, just as this idea came to Salem's mind it was wiped away by Edan's words. Salem's shaky confidence took a blow. How was it that this guy could just find anything to say to upset him?! And yet he still couldn't stop those stupid developing feelings.
The sableye dropped his head and shrugged his shoulders in defeat. He couldn't help but be curious as to whether or not the money was real. It was the whole reason he'd even been there in the first place. With the door blocked, Salem decided to retreat to the bath tub. His awkward little body fit into the tub perfectly and he hugged his knees to his chest. This was too much to take in at once. He felt like he would kill for a hit. Just one to get him through.
I miss your purple hair
I miss the way you taste
I know you’ll come back some day
On a bed of nails I wait
I’m praying that you don’t burn out
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 10:39 pm
"A trickster's smile"
He was watching the exchange rather curiously, the words, the body language, it was pretty amusing to him actually, but not enough so to keep him quiet. "Hmmmm..~" he mumbled to himself, crossing his arms as he did so, "So you two are very obviously alive, myself included and I know I died with a knife through my throat," he thought aloud, pointing to his throat with a finger in the place he clearly remembered the object piercing, "which means the money was most likely real and that's that." Shin finished with a clap of his hands, putting a smile on his face before moving over and pushing the Vulpix back into the bathroom. "I get the feeling you two have things to sort out," he added in with a devious grin, "play nice~" Shin closed the bathroom door after a moment, moving back to lean against it, positioning himself as a weight against the door.
The Haunter hummed along to the current blaring song, holding the doorknob to the bathroom tightly for a bit while leaning his weight on the door, making sure an escape was a least fairly difficult to manage. He wasn't usually one to bud in on affairs, unless they were interesting or part of his job, but the two behind the door were intriguing enough. The situation itself peaked his interest to warrant him getting involved somehow, as he often did when he took personal interest in something, people or situations.
"Sure you wanna trust it?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 8:43 am
______________________________D R E S D E N . R A V E N SMy Heart and Soul Flatline
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---------------->Dresden gave a warm bit of laughter as the girl shouted over the music and the dancing crowd. Soon after she approached him closer, coming within an audible range that made conversation much easier. "Good." he said with a smile, taking another look out into the sea of faces, mostly fans of the band that Salem had drug together - most likely just to please the guitarist with his coming home and back to his band-mates. Then he turned his attention back to the little pop star that had seated herself on the bed that he lay on. He pulled himself up into a seated position, dragging his ankles close and crossing them, sitting 'Indian style'.
"Dresden," he motioned towards himself with the introduction, "Nice to meet you." he added. Soon after, he realized how silly it was to be introducing himself at a party that was thrown for him with his own music even still playing. He cringed a bit at the small social mistake, "Er..probably already knew that..but still, nice to meet you." he offered with that friendly smile still in place. It felt good to smile again, he'd spent a lot of time moping and just being generally displeased with everything that life had given him and so this on night of something good was a welcome change.
He then recalled the thoughts that had made him call out to the girl in the first place, "I don't often see girls like you at party's like this." he said, implying the question of why she'd come to such a party. Though, from her response earlier he could almost assume that she actually liked their music. Honestly, it would be a good thing if their music reached everyone's ears but Dresden, and most likely Salem as well, was just fine with it being the underground music scene like it was.
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 9:00 am
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x Edan listened to the haunter's musings and the way that he had died, it almost made the vulpix cringe. Normally a spooky story or two didn't phase the red head at all but these were stories that he knew he could believe. After he had seen those spirits, and watched Salem be pressed into that spiked contraption until all the life was pushed out of him, not to mention receiving a bullet to his own face, he could believe that the haunter had received a knife in his throat. And Shin was right, the money was real. That whole night had been real, and yet somehow they were all alive. "Things?" he raised an eyebrow at the strange purple haired man but was soon greeted by a door.
"Hey!" he shouted out at the haunter, but when he jerked the door knob and pressed the door, he found that it was blocked by a heavy weight. 'He's just going to stand there until we talk..' he deduced. knowing exactly what the weight on the door was. A part of him said that he should just force his way out right now, give the haunter a piece of his mind, and then leave. But he just looked back towards the sableye that sat in the bathtub now, looking rather pitiful, 'It's easier just to talk to him and get over with than fight with that haunter,' he reasoned with himself, finding it difficult to admit that he actually had a soft spot and that Salem - that arrogant sableye, was sitting right in it.
He gave one last glare at the door, as though he could glare a hole straight through to the playful man on the other side, and then walked over to the bath tub's side, taking a seat beside it. The vulpix let out a short sigh, unconvinced that he was even going to try to have a reasonable conversation with Salem, "The money.." he started, placing his arm across the side of the bath tub, "..yea, I got the money." he answered the sableye's question from before that had prompted his temper just moments ago. He couldn't look at the petite rock star, only staring at his hand that hung from the side of the tub. "You're not.." it killed him to pull out these words and the pause was one filled with fighting with himself about it but it was still kept to a short pause, "an idiot.. I just expected a better question than that." he said finally, this was about as nice and friendly as he was willing to become for the sabeleye. "I thought you were all dead.." he finished, a frown firmly in place as he remembered the nightmares that haunted his nights ever since that trip to the 'haunted' house.
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 4:45 pm
and maybe....you're gonna be the one that saves me...
Now the haunter had locked the two in the bathroom. Salem couldn't really say he minded much either way, he intended to just sit in the bath tub till the upset feelings drifted away. Or until he was alone or comfortable enough to take a hit. Then Edan was beside him, and actually speaking to him like a human. He was intrigued and looked at him, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm sorry I just...." he paused, was it okay to say this? "This whole time I've just tried to convince myself it was a bad trip," he confessed. He rarely actually spoke of his drug addiction, let alone the impact it had had on deciphering reality from the drug induced trances. His long tongue ran across his sharp front teeth, he didn't know what else he could say. He was already vulnerable enough without bringing up his addiction, yet somehow this moody red head had gotten to him.
I miss your purple hair
I miss the way you taste
I know you’ll come back some day
On a bed of nails I wait
I’m praying that you don’t burn out
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 4:52 pm
I am a SHINING ... ★ S t a r ...rare and untouched. Star Fukushima smiled at the mismagius. She watched his movements, switching his position from laying on his stomach across the bed to, what she used to say in kindergarten, "criss-cross-applesauce." Seated in an Native American style position. She smiled brightly at the male. She giggled randomly, her cheeks pink with blush. Then, the Mismagius introduced himself as Dresden. She already knew his name. She giggled softly. After hearing him offered with a friendly smile, pointing out that maybe she already knew that. After all, she came to this party and knew the Death Dolls' band. She smiled happily, exposing her pearly white teeth. Perfect and glistened with such cleanliness. She stared at Dresden, her dark gray eyes soft and warm. "Star," she said, "And it's nice to meet you too!" A giggle escaped her pink glossed lips.
He implied a question as he spoke, a question within his words about why she would come to such a party. The clefairy noticed the question And when he said "girls like her", she didn't know whether to be offended or complimented. She ignored it and was neither. "Well...I am not only a fan of Pop. I like different genres of music," she said with a smile. Star would've been a rocker if she could. But her voice suited pop best. She smiled at him sweetly and giggled. The music that Dresden and his bandmates played on the CD boomed through the speakers. Making the room loud with the music. She smiled happily at Dresden.
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 5:00 pm
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x Edan wore a confused look upon his face as he listened to the tiny rock star. But then he realized that Salem was talking about drugs, and he reminded that it wasn't uncommon for rock stars to get into that sort of thing. The vulpix never did, and probably never would do any drugs, aside from medicine when he got sick enough to need it. He bit down on his lip, unsure of what to say to that, he had no clue how much drugs really had an effect on your sense of reality, and if he'd been a druggie when it happened then he would probably have wanted to believe that too.
But Edan had always had solid proof that the night had been real, one million dollars sitting in a brand new bank account that he'd never touched. Well, now the haunter and sableye both had solid proof of the night as well, the three of them were all here, and had seen each other though Edan had never met either of them before that night. "Well.." he paused for a moment, dropping his head onto the arm that rested on the edge of the bath tub. "..if it was a bad trip, then what am I?" he wore one eyebrow slightly raised but apart from that, no teasing expression and for once he wasn't taunting the shorter male at all.
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 9:35 pm
and maybe....you're gonna be the one that saves me...
Salem looked to the red-head, who seemed to be letting his guard down. If only a little bit, it was happening. Salem sighed again, he couldn't help but be afraid of these completely insane memories. One of which involved his own death. "You...." he said preparing to answer Edan's question, "you are one of the most arrogant, hot-headed bullies I've ever met," he said, poking a bony finger at the other's forehead gently.
"And yet, I.....enjoy being around you," he said, before narrowing his eyes then looking away. He wanted to bite his tongue out, unable to believe he'd said that. Of course, a lot about this night was shaping up to be unbelievable. His best friend was back, his nightmares were real, and here sat the proof.
I miss your purple hair
I miss the way you taste
I know you’ll come back some day
On a bed of nails I wait
I’m praying that you don’t burn out
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