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 Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 3:20 pm
Alan slipped out from a long three hours at the gym, a towel around his neck and sparkling ice up and down his form-fitting black tank top. Yawning and stretching his muscular arms, he strode confidently toward his beloved S2000. To his surprise, his skeletal twin was leaning against the car, his feet propped up on the door to his own convertible so no part of him was touching the ground.
"We've got a gig tonight, bro," the healthy twin muttered, pushing his brother's feet off the Porsche. "So let me get in my car, we'll find Nathan and Helena, get some practice in..."
Nyx nodded a bit and smoothly returned his feet to the pavement before jumping gracefully into his car. "Meet you at the hotel?"
"Yeah." Alan opened the door to his own Honda and slid into the seat, pulling an earpiece from the cupholder and slipping it on. He tapped a button to activate the voice-recognition on his cell phone as Nyx drove off a few miles over the speed limit.
"Say a command," the computerized but eerily feminine voice requested.
"Call Helena, mobile," he stated almost robotically as he turned to back out of his parking space.
"Calling Helena, mobile," the voice responded, and a moment later the traditional ringing played into his ear.
In the Carrera, Nyx had clipped on his own earpiece, calling Nathan in much the same manner. He cruised smoothly down the streets, waiting for the annoying chirp of the ring to be interrupted by his bandmate's richly effeminate voice...
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 3:57 pm
Elizabeth was running down the street. "Stupid community college..." she muttered bitterly under her breath. "Stupid higher education." She was late, or was at least cutting her chances of making it to work on time very close. Her platform flip flops were clacking violently on the pavement as she turned the corner.
Her long blond hair trailed behind her, and fell sloppily in her eyes as she fell to a halt. Two words that she would catch anywhere, even if they meant nothing at all. Vampiric Mangos. There was a small sign outside of a club as she was passing, but even at her high speed, she wouldn't miss those two words for the world. She grabbed a pen out of her pocket and scribbled down the address on her hand. Once again, she would be able to see them! She was incredibly excited as her pace started back up.
Just as she reached the entrance of the local cafe, she pulled a rubber band off of her wrist and pulled her bothersome, golden locks into a loose, low ponytail. She was just seconds away from being tardy, but she was there.
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Andrew sat in his dark bedroom, slouched in a recliner in front of a glowing television screen. His fingers raced across the buttons of his Playstation 2 controller with perfect accuracy as he tapped his way through God of War II. He was completely in the moment, he so perfectly felt the rage that was flowing through Kratos's veins when a cry tore him from his own little world.
"Drew~!" The voice called. God almighty, words could not describe how much he hated that nickname. Pausing the game with an immature, temper tantrum style push to the start button, he yelled in return, "Yeah, what?"
"Telephone darling!" Andrew sighed, and this time it was not out of annoyance for his mother. There was only one person who would be calling him at this time, and there would only be one reason. Snatching the phone from the cradle in his room, he pushed the 'Talk' button in a similar way he had done with the controller.
"Hello?" He chimed, all hints of his annoyance completely lost to his voice.
"Andrew, 'sup?" He knew it. It was exactly who he expected it to be; his "friend" Kevin.
"Why did you call?" Andrew ignored the question.
"Uh...oh yeah! A bunch of us are going out tonight. You in?"
"This is going to be one of those "bring someone" things, and I have no one to bring. You know that. Wouldn't I be the awkward 19th wheel?"
"Fine man, be that way. Who pissed in your Cheerios?"
Andrew sighed in exhasperation. "I'll be there..."
Kevin gave him a time and address. "I guess I'm going out tonight..." He muttered to himself as he pressed the 'End' button on the phone. However, little did he know that one of his favorite local talents would be there, and it would make everything worthwhile.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 7:46 pm
[Nathan A. Wilson]
Ah... this was heaven...
Nathan leaned back in his leather chair as his feet were massaged and cleaned by a woman in black clothes and a white apron. She glanced up at his hands, currently under a pair of glowing green contraptions, and gently pulled on them. He complied with her silent demands, showing the glittering navy polish on his smooth, long nails.
"Good, good... put 'em back under," she instructed before moving the blond's hands for him. "What color y'want for your feet, Nate?"
Piercing blue eyes gazed at the woman cloudily as the Scot thought about the question. "Hnn. I'm wearing a pink dress tonight..."
The woman glared halfheartedly at him. "Pink dress and dark blue nails, Nate? Honestly. If I didn't know better I'd say you'd gone colorblind..."
"The nails'll go with my boa, hon, chill. Just give me something pretty on my toes and I'll wear those new open-toes you bought with me last weekend, hm?" She shook her head and started digging through a drawer full of small bottles, searching for just the right color.
At that instant, "Sweet Transvestite" began to play from Nathan's small leather purse. A frown crossed his ruby lips as he carefully opened it and reached in with two delicate fingers to withdraw a slim cell phone. Flipping it open and holding it to his ear with a pout, he snapped,
"What do you want? You're interrupting my mani-pedi."
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 8:23 pm
[David Bacardi]
Sharp gold eyes looked up and down a poster stuck on an otherwise nondescript brick wall. The words on the poster were scattered, difficult to put in their proper order, but two stuck out and attracted the owner of the eyes immensely -
"Vampiric Mangos".
He smirked. "Well, David, it seems we have a place to go tonight. Beloved Alan shall be at Chop Suey... that isn't far from here." He talked to himself, a habit developed after thousands of years on his own. Running a slender finger along the edge of the poster, he laughed softly. "Perhaps tonight we shall make a move..." Tilting his head slightly, his pointed noise sniffed. Alan's beautiful scent was all over the poster...
"Mm, how enchanting. Let's hurry and prepare, shall we? Many exciting things to come tonight, David..." Long legs strode casually toward his home, bare feet patiently tapping along the pavement with no noticeable sign of how eager he truly was to see his love that night...
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 9:23 pm
Helena was getting uncomfortable in the puffy chair coated in an orange color. After sitting in it for quiet some time, she was getting a little on the testy side.
'You're done now." The woman's voice was quiet, meaning that she obviously does not like to talk to the people that she was working with.
Helena ran her long black fingernails through the newly colored hairs while glaring at the oval mirror that hung on the wall before her.
"Perfect." She got up from the awkward seat and walked over to the cash register to pay for the hair color. While reaching down into the wool covered purse that set on the counter, a light buzz came from the phone that sat right next to her hand. While paying for the new hair style, she placed the phone between her sturdy shoulder, and the earring covered ear on her right side.
"Talk to me."
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 10:05 pm
[Alan K. Altair]
Alan had been so focused on the road he actually jumped as he heard Helena's voice at last.
"Oi. You done with whatever you're up to? We're heading back to the Roosevelt to practice before our gig..." It was clear from his tone that he was distracted, focusing the majority of his concentration on the road before him. Hey, the car was his baby, and he wasn't gonna let it get hurt by being inattentive... "Nyx is calling Nathan up, which should be an entertaining conversation - wish I could hear him interrupting the tranny's mani-pedi. I'm not sure he'll make it back to the hotel in one piece."
[Nyx D. Altair]
"Relax, Nathan. I'm sure you're at least halfway through the pedicure, aren't you? Hurry it up and get to the hotel. We're rehearsing. Remember, gig tonight..." He paused. "Darling," he added sarcastically. Nyx adored teasing the Scot sometimes...
Of course, then he realized exactly what he was getting himself into. Nathan's manicures and pedicures had practically become sacred rituals. To interrupt one and then be sarcastic to the 'goddess'... He was in for the scolding of a lifetime from the effeminate musician...
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 10:35 pm
Helena laughed slightly at Alan's joke as she handed over her card to a short lady behind the counter.
"If only we could tap into his phone." There was a small pause while Helena took back her card, and turned around, letting her hair float through the air. She headed out the door, and walked up to a yellow Suzuki motorcycle.
"I'm on my way." The phone was then switched off, and put it back into her purse as she reached over for the yellow helmet that sat on the seat. Helena rarely ever said goodbye. She simply thought that when the conversation was over, then the phone should be off.
The darkly tinted eye mask on the helmet covered over her face once she sat down and kicked off the pavement, sending her into a buzzing sensation on the streets of Seattle with her wide red scarf trailing behind her in the wind.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 11:14 pm
[Alan K. Altair]
"Indeed. Where's government security equipment when we need it?" With a chuckle, he smoothly turned into the hotel parking lot, stopping his baby with utmost care.
"See you soon," he answered quickly before she hung up. Unclipping the contraption from his ear, he swung the boom in to automatically turn off the earpiece. Crimson eyes glanced quickly around the Honda to make sure there was nothing being left there that he needed. Satisfied, he opened the door, swung his long legs from the vehicle, and exited with a sort of teenage grace not commonly found in late twenties. He glanced around the lot and didn't see Nyx's Porsche - he had indeed beaten his twin here...
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 12:06 am
[Nathan A. Wilson]
"I am aware that we have a show," Nathan hissed icily, growling into the phone. The woman at his feet pinched his ankle and he squirmed, gathering the message.
"I'm not amused. Not one bit." The blond relaxed only slightly as sparkling, bubble-gum pink color was spread across his toenails. "You can't rush beauty, Nyx Doyle. You should know this by now..." The unpleasant, sour smile was audible in his tone. "I will be there when I'm properly finished. No complaints." Pausing slightly, he then hissed, "sweetheart..."
The woman shot him a light glare, the words "get off the phone now" apparent in her look. The Scot simply hung up, not caring enough to say a proper goodbye to the skeletal Kaltec.
"Ugh... men."
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 8:22 am
Louisa- or Lu- or Lulu- contented herself with sitting on the sidewalk right beneath a Vampiric Mangos poster. Her legs were sprawled out awkwardly across the pavement, and if anyone had any problem with it, they could just waltz right over her for all she cared. She wasn't moving. This was business.
If only she knew the hotel address for where the band was staying. That was well publishable information; except she wouldn't have published it even if she'd known, because having information like that would be something she could only keep to herself. Lu flipped open the main flap on her messenger bag, freeing her precious apple powerbook from it's confines. Adjusting her glasses professionally, she then set her computer on top of her black capri pant covered legs, and booted it up. Once at the menu screen, she adjusted the built in webcam to capture an image of the poster, satisfied with the slightly blurry but still legible photograph.
She logged into her password protected internet account, war-driving wireless from an unsuspecting source that wasn't smart enough to figure out people all over were stealing their internet from them. Lu's internet browser's homepage was set to her personally run VM fan forum, "http://vampiricmangos.it/forum".
Lu had her fansite hosted on an Italian server. Because the state of the US internet servers disgusted her. She posted her recently captured image in the announcements section,
"VM Show poster.
-image-
-Posted by VMLuaWilson at 4:35 pm on 6/27/08."
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 12:28 pm
Using her amazing and very effective ninja skills, Elizabeth attempted to sneak behind the counter. She seemed to make it with some avail, and proceeded to the cash register. Although she wasn't exactly sure what time it actually was, she knew she needed some caffeine something fierce. She made herself and espresso shot, and then proceeded to address a customer. After she had made his caramel frappachino, she made herself another espresso shot. And then another, and then another.
Ensured a good caffeine high, Elizabeth perked up, and proceeded to sit on the back counter, swinging her legs and humming a very cheerful remdition of one of the songs she had heard the Vampiric Mangos play a cover of. She wasn't sure of the title, but she remembered a couple of lines, that went something like,
I'm the new cancer, never looked better
You can't stand it, because you say so under your breath
"When did he get so confident?"
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer
I've never looked better, and you can't stand it...
She remembered that night rather well. Alan had owned the stage, and nobody could take their eyes off of him, or at least Elizabeth couldn't. Swaying lazily back and forth, she sighed dreamily and continued to hum softly. Only the shattering sound of the cash register crashing closed tore her from her wonderful daze. Her friend as well as co-worker, Courtney, was standing with her back to the register, her arms crossed loosely across her breast and her eyes narrowed into a piercing glare.
"And you claim to be single, do you?" She sounded sarcastic and angry, even though both girls were on duty, so she was going to have to ring up a customer or two, whether or not Elizabeth was daydreaming.
"I am single." Elizabeth snapped back, her eyes reluctantly open.
"So you're just pleasantly fantasizing about the weather now, are you?" Courtney scoffed. "Who is he?"
"You don't know him." Elizabeth knew she would be forced to continue, so she kept speaking without Courtney having to interject. "He's in a band..." She interrupted her own sentence with a dreamy sigh, before continuing. "He's so hot, I could just look at him all day. I've seen him around a couple of times, is all."
Courtney wasn't buying the bs Elizabeth was spewing, but she just turned back around to face another customer. "Whatever you say..." She said, rolling her eyes.
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Before he even had time to resume the malicious bloodshed that was God of War II, Andrew's sister Jess slowly opened the door to his bedroom and slipped inside, without asking permission or waiting to receive any. "Who was that?" Jess asked, flopping down on Andrew's un-made bed and brushing a small tendril of blond hair behind her ear.
"Do you even have to ask? God, my friends are annoying..." He turned to face her, his face illuminated in the darkness by the light of the television screen, and the open laptop on his desk.
"It's really pathetic that you mind hanging out with your friends so much. Isn't that what friends are supposed to do, isn't that what they're for?"
"You just don't understand..."
"Don't I? Because the one year by which we are apart is such a huge jump, I would never be able to understand the intricate workings of 18 year olds..." Jess rolled her eyes and stood up. "I didn't mean to bother you. Although, I must say, your life would be a lot easier in crowds if you had a girlfriend, but it also would complicate things."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"I know." She said with a cute tilt to the head. "Now get ready, you wouldn't want to be late. Take a shower or something. Oh, and you really shouldn't mind getting out once in awhile, and no, work doesn't count. Seriously, Mom and Dad are beginning to think you're a hermit or something. You'd better start acting more kindly or they just might kick you out."
And with that, Jess turned away, and quickly shut the door to the room of darkness behind her.
"I hate my sister..." Andrew mumbled.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 1:13 pm
She began humming as she re-stowed her laptop in her messenger bag. As she actually started singing the chorus of the song she didn't notice if anyone was stopping to listen to her, and that might've been for all the better. Because singing Rocky Horror songs in the fragile unaware public might be considered taboo, but the song she had in her head was her favorite song and it was stuck in her head... If she would've been in her underwear it would probably have been much more fitting.
Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch me,
I wanna be dirty!
Louisa stood up, shaking the pins and needles out of her legs. And out of her a**, actually, because it went a little numb because she was sitting so long. She had an unidentifiable, insatiable urge to play pacman. The old arcade version. And not mrs. pacman, just pacman. It was a NEED.
"THRILL ME CHILL ME FULFILL ME!" Wait, was that out loud? Oops.
Creature of the night...
Well at least Lu got the song out of her head. For the most part. It was really only the chorus that had been stuck in her head, because anyone can admit that it's an extremely catchy versing. She slung her bag over her shoulder, before skipping off in a rather joyful mood in search of any old arcade machines.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 1:19 pm
Helena rushed through the streets of Seattle in a blur of yellow and red. After leaning from side to side over a course of several minutes, she had arrived at the hotel. While slowing down as she entered the garage, Helena found a parking spot close to the exit.
"Finally, I'm here." She pulled into the spot, and stepped off her bike. The long red scarf flopped back down to her back when she reached up for the yellow helmet shadowing her face. Once placing it upon her bike, she shook her head, letting the newly colored black abyss atop her head flow through the air. A small sigh escaped her crimson colored lips.
"That feels much better."
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 2:49 pm
[Nyx D. Altair]
Nyx pressed the button on his earpiece to hang up as the click rang through his mind. He was in trouble with the transvestite, and he knew it. Tonight is really Alan's show, he reasoned. I don't have to rehearse, at least not the whole time...
Rather than pull into the Roosevelt parking lot, he passed its entrance and cruised around the city for a while longer. A coffee shop caught his interest, and before long the Porsche had parked itself before it. He jumped out, not bothering to open the door. Bending over to reach in the back, he pulled his cane out. The slick black object was topped with a silver ball etched with stylish 'cracks'.
Wandering into the building, he glanced around before spotting a very perky barista. Hobbling toward her carefully, he flashed an enchanting smile, though it certainly wasn't as gorgeous as his brother's.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 7:59 pm
The sound of the bell chiming at the door brought Elizabeth back from her own private fantasy once again. She hopped off the counter, and placed herself in front of the register, allowing Courtney to have the espresso and coffee machines to herself. Not being able to stand still, Elizabeth proceeded to do a little dance to the tune still ringing clearly in her head.
Elizabeth got very excited when she actually bothered to look up from her dance to see a man coming in the door. He looked so much like Alan, at least at the 10 foot distance that was quickly being shortened. He had the same structure, but he looked very thin, very fragile. Although she knew he really didn't look much like Alan at all, she remained cheery and excited. He at least reminded him of Alan, and that was enough. Despite all of this, Elizabeth still felt that she had seen him somewhere before too...
She returned his smile with a glowing one, and as he came closer, she spoke in a voice that was higher pitched than usual. "Hello, sir! What can I do you for? Oh, wow, I did not intend for that to sound so dirty. My apologies, let me try that again!" Courtney rolled her eyes from behind the espresso machine as Elizabeth giggled, before continuing.
"What can I make for you today?" She had to do almost everything in her strength to speak slowly enough that you could make out actual words. "We have all your standards; espresso, regular coffee, half-caf, decaf, non-fat, soy, frappachinos, mochas...Oh! And can I interest you in one of our baked goods? They're made here, in the store by the baristas themselves!" Her smile was glued across her face as she raced through all of the options, despite the fact that not only did he probably realize he had the options (considering it was a coffee shop after all) and the fact that they were all written on the board, Elizabeth was too hyperactive to notice or care.
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Taking his sister's advice, Andrew tore through his closet, pulling out a wrinkled white collared shirt that had had the sleeves torn off from the shoulder. To accompany it, he found a pair of relatively clean, navy blue jeans. Hey, he was a teenage boy still living with his parents; of course he didn't do or keep track of his laundry.
He pulled off the t-shirt and sweats he had been lounging in previously, and proceeded into the bathroom to which his room was connected (so no, he did not strut down the hallway naked). He took a quick shower before wrapping a fluffy, white towel around his waist and examined himself in the full length mirror in his bathroom. He didn't look so bad, for being a lazy assed guy, and for this he was glad, even if he never was to date.
He pulled on his underwear (for the curious, they were in fact, junk trunks) and then his jeans. Going back to the mirror, he began to button the shirt. He left the top two buttons open. He grabbed his Katana cell phone and shoved it in his back pocket before he ran his fingers through his hair, a makeshift version of actually bothering to style it. He didn't need to look good for anyone, so as long as he was pleased, he couldn't care less about anyone else.
After checking himself out once more, his phone began to vibrate, pulling Andrew from his trance. He took a quick peak at the caller ID before swearing under his breath. What did his boss want now?
"Hello?" All enthusiasm was void from his voice.
"Yeah, Andrew. I need you to pick up the night shift, considering Nick got "sick" again. What is it with that guy and getting sick on Friday nights?"
"I have plans, I can't."
"Well then, you just go off and have fun, and I'll post a help wanted sign in the window, saying that your position is available. How 'bout that, Drew?"
What was is it with people and that nickname? "Fine, I'll be right there, I guess..."
"Fantastic! We'll see you then, darling." Andrew snapped the phone shut, before cursing once more under his breath.
"My manager is such a b***h..."
He pulled a leather jacket from his messy bedroom floor before running down the stairs, two at a time. He slammed the front door behind him upon his exit.
Ignoring his helmet, he kicked his black motorcycle into gear and drove at about 10 miles over the speed limit the whole way there. Man, he was angry! Upon his passing, he noticed the address Kevin had given him was actually only a block or two from the bar he worked at. He only noticed this fact because he had to park outside of that very place. "Stupid happy hour..." Andrew scoffed.
However, it was then that he noticed it, the sign in the window. Vampiric Mangos? You mean, that band Andrew really liked? Why yes, it was! And it also had the "girl" he was currently crushing on in it. Oh, this changed everything. He wasn't going to miss this for the world. He approached the poster, and caressed in softly with his left index finger.
There were still a couple of hours until it started though, so he could just sneak out when Psycho Boss-Lady wasn't looking.
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