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 Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 10:21 pm
((*headspins* What did I miss~? ;@>@
EDIT: Ah, okay I see. Someone came and left all in the span of when I was gone. O.o Anyway...aww, only 1-10? Fine...dibs on room 2. Ah, I would happily make another character to be a client, but...my brain is so scrambled up right now! T^T It's hard enough posting as Kane, even though this one is pretty short. T^T Maybe I'll make someone later, but...for now my brain needs rest. D: ))
Chuckling, Kane said, "If that's all you can do, I suppose it isn't a threat to me after all. But it doesn't sound as though you know much about either dance or music," he teased with a wink as he held up an objecting finger, "because music is absolutely important to dance! Without music what would we dance to? Personally, I've seen people dance without music before and its just kind of sad. Don't get a swollen head or anything, though," he warned, "it isn't as though music is better than dance. They're both good, its just that dance is so much more passionate and accessible."
Continuing to walk along in step with the other boy, Kane knew he was being annoying and didn't particularly care. If the other boy hated him it just meant that they would be stronger rivals. If not, then that was fine too. All Kane wanted was to size him up, and perhaps to discourage him from doing anything stupid, like trying to be better than he was.
"But you can't play all of those at once, now can you?" Kane asked, although it was a ridiculous question, even to him. He just liked trying to piss this kid off. After all, he had nothing else important to do unless he got called in for a performance. "Well duh, why else would I care?" Kane asked, wondering why the kid would ask him such a stupid question. "It isn't as though I'm looking to make friends. Well, at least not with you," he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes, thinking about the day when he would finally have a Client to call his own.
Getting fired up over the boy's arrogant and defensive attitude, Kane said, "Oh, I'm better than that. I can already tell how little of a threat you are to me. And I don't dress like this for the Clients," Kane said, only telling half of the truth. "I like dressing this way. Of course I always make sure I look my best for them, but I don't try to be girly for them. That's just the way I am!" he said, striking a cute pose quickly before resuming him walk. "It's all for the better anyway; you wouldn't make a very cute girl at all," he teased, looking the other boy up and down yet again.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 10:43 pm
OCC: Um... I'd hate to say this... but I got a B+ on my Math. One point off from getting an A-. So yeah... don't let my punishment from the Madame be too bad... please?
~ていしTeishi~ Dustry Chevalier
Teishi felt his cheeks flush from the other boy's pestering. Yes, he knew that he wasn't the best at what he did. Nobody could be the best in this world, and that was that. But did this boy have to really tell him that he wasn't the best over and over? It was really beginning to piss him off.
Of course he couldn't play every single instrument at once! That was near insane! He could play the bass drum, the piano, and the harmonica at the same time, but that was it! It had taken him almost forever just to master playing three songs with the combination. And now, this boy was trying to downgrade him even farther than his already low self-esteem tossed him.
"I know I'm not a very cute girl." Teishi muttered, trying hard to ignore the other boy's glances. "I have a twin, and she ain't the cutest girl in the world, but she's at least decently pretty." Teishi murmured as he kept on walking. "Besides... I don't dress this way for clients I guess. This is how I woke up in the morning, literally." He confessed, looking down at the floor.
What was he thinking? Telling this guy about his life and how he dressed, and how he woke up in the morning! You had to admit though, it was pretty presentable for just waking up, but still... did he have to tell him? The answer was, no, and he wasn't very pleased with himself for doing so.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 10:50 pm
OCC: BTW... Love my nickname which I just saw underneath my profile. Black Emosa sounds like a band or something... but it's awesome.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 5:39 am
Break away from everybody, break away from everything.-= (( Ehehe, I thought it sounded cool, too. Sonnen will have room 10. Which bedroom number would you like, Mimosa? 1, 2, 4, 6, and 10 are taken. There are twelve bedrooms now, since that's how I drew the maps. xD
OKAY the maps are up on the first page, first post. As Companions come and go (hopefully the former than the latter), I can edit names in and out of the pictures. But at least this gives everyone more of a feel for the mansion, yes? And I'm sorry y'all get to be subjected to my wonderful handwriting. I hate using the text tool; it makes me worried that I have to choose JUSTTHERIGHT font in JUSTTHERIGHT size and I get all crazy. :< )) =- If you can't stand the way this place is, take yourself to higher places.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 12:29 pm
OCC: I'll take room eight I guess.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 5:21 pm
((But a B+ is still really good, especially in math. It's such a worthless subject for anyone not going into mathematics, physics, or engineering, yet they make almost everyone take it. Personally, I hate math. XP))
"I guess I must be even cuter than both of you combined, then!" Kane exclaimed with a smile, happy to know that he was still the cutest around. Even if he only had this boy and his supposed sister to compare himself to, it was better than nothing. After all, looks were what grabbed a man's attention; personality and talent were what drew them in. So as long as he looked good, he had a better chance at getting the first swing when it came to new Clients, at least if they were going off of the Client's pick rather than the Madam's. Kane still wasn't sure how she ran everything, but he was keen to find out soon. Continuing to skip alongside the other boy, Kane couldn't help but notice his lack of pep. Although he was returning most of his comments, he was in a foul mood, to be sure, whereas Kane kept a smile on his face at all times, even when he was losing. It was odd to think that this boy even had the passion within him to perform.
"So, you don't have a Client yet, do you?" he asked with a smirk, knowing the answer to that already. This boy was newer than him, less attractive, and probably less talented; certainly less sure of himself. Kane knew there was no way he would have a Client already, especially before him. If either of them would be chosen, Kane knew that it would be him, assuming their future Client was a sensible man. Sure, he didn't have a Client yet either, but he knew there was probably a sensible reason for it. Perhaps there were none free for a new Companion, or maybe the Madam needed to occupy some of the Companions with a little more seniority than himself. Regardless, Kane knew he was ahead of this boy in the game.
Laughing uncontrollably when Teishi admitted to have left his room in the same state he'd woken up in. "You'll never get a Client with that attitude," he pointed out, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. "It may be what's inside that really counts, but how do you expect to get someone to dig that far down if they don't like what they see on the outside? You gotta be smarter about this if you're ever going to make yourself useful," he pointed out, wondering why the Madam had even bothered to hire this boy in the first place. Well, considering how rich she was, Kane knew she could probably afford to make a few risky investments. Still, this boy didn't seem very promising from what Kane could tell.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 8:51 pm
((Nah... Drakie just said that if I didn't ace the entire exam, she was going to punish Teishi. So yeah.... that's the only reason I care. Besides, my dad was going off on me because I didn't ace it. Stupid father who just so happens to be an engineer...))
~ていし TEISHI~ Dustry Chevalier
Teishi's eyes suddenly flared with anger when Kane literally made fun of his sister. Yes, he had already said that she wasn't the cutest girl in the world, but it was a complete understatement to say that you are cuter than the two twins combined. Teishi knew already that looks were something that grabbed a Client's attention, the first flare of interest. The talents shown by the Companion were what held the attention and interest of the Client. But did this boy have to constantly keep on showing him that he wasn't as good as everybody else?
"I started yesterday." Teishi murmured, using his 'Use as few words as possible' way of talking. This was how he talked to everybody that he didn't like, or was uncomfortable around. And this boy was almost unlikable, and made Teishi feel more uncomfortable than if he were standing in the middle of the streets in just his boxers. Not that Teishi knew what that was like, and he didn't want to know, but that's just the extremity of the boy's uncomfortable aura.
The newer boy's ears flared red with embarrassment as the laughter of the other boy rang through his ears. Of course he didn't expect a Client to dig deep enough to try and go through his attitude and his outward appearance to find his kinder inside. He was a professional when it came to fooling others into believing that he was one of the sweetest boys that ever walked the face of the planet. But why would he show how he was going to act to someone who was making fun of him? To make him stop wasn't a good enough reason, since Teishi could handle it no matter what he threw at him. But if the Madame could tell that he really was sad inside his heart, what would his Client think? But the Madame also told him that he was talented for his age at what he did, so didn't that count for something?
Teishi finally made up his mind and spun on his heels to face the other boy. His eyes were set on him, but not in an angry glare. They were set into an almost happy glimmer, closed, but not squinting shut. His smile showed an entire row of perfect white teeth, and he forced a small blush to play across his cheeks. "I can be cute if I wanted to... And I can be nice. Don't underestimate me." Teishi said, his voice taking on a more mysterious tone as he pulled out his flute and began playing as he walked away.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 12:08 pm
**Theodore**Tel** Tel nodded his appreciation at Aya's kind words. Hopefully the offered recommendation would not be needed; especially since that one gentleman seemed to have enjoyed his performance more than just a little. He almost felt like mentioning that the man had bothered to compliment the act, but it felt too close to bragging for Tel to be comfortable voicing the thought. So, Aya expected to be poked at? That was kind of... sad, though the other didn't seem any worse for the wear. Indeed, he was very friendly and nice; open for one who is used to poking.
Oh no! Aya was telling a story that was obviously meant to be humorous, but Tel didn't get the joke. Why exactly would going to an onsen be embarrassing to speak of in front of your school mates? He wasn't going to ask the poor reader. The literate companion had already spent half their conversation explaining himself to Tel. Instead the tiny male just put some food in his mouth and forced a "huh huh" kind of laugh type sound deep in his throat. Oof.
Since the other did point out his looks, Tel took a good one. Long blond hair, bright green eyes set in an intelligent face bearing somewhat Asian features. The beautiful robe of course. Nothing really to say that Aya had been ground up like a sausage recently. "I think you look good," Tel told him. "I may have no basis of comparison, so this may be pretty bad for you, but you look just fine to me. Color's good and all that." He spread his hands in supplication, "I can't even imagine what my first impression was, just showing up here out of the blue. I could just hear the staff going 'doesn't he know that that's just not how it's done?' They were thinking very loudly."
Tel finished off the last bit of his meal and stretched. Now what? Sit here and agonize about the Madame's decision some more? He couldn't help but feel that she was taking her time in getting back to him even though he knew perfectly well that she had a business to run. With a sideways look to Aya he proposed, "What say you to a little lookie-lou about the place? We're new here, it's practically expected of us. Plus, with you as my escort we can't go wrong right?" Honestly, Tel just couldn't stand the thought of sitting around awaiting his fate.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 10:02 pm
[( Waiting for people to post sucks bonkers.... >< )]
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 10:14 pm
(( I'm sorry. Dx
I'm having terrible writer's block and I'msortofatadbitstressed with things in real life at the time.
I'm really trying to reply, though. ))
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 10:51 pm
Sonnen: Voltaire
Sonnen’s situation at the moment was definitely unique. Actually, if he thought about it, he’d been in the same spatial situation many times; it was the circumstances that were different. Being pulled into closets and classrooms and alcoves and whatnot had become commonplace for him in high school; so, he supposed where he was spatially was very reminiscent of his days in the old performing arts school. The circumstances, however, were quite new to him. When he’d been in this space previously, it had been for a quickie, or something of the like. Never had it been with all these conflicting feelings. Did he or didn’t he like Othello? What other reason could all his actions be explained by other than ‘fondness’? He refused to think of it in such foolish terms such as ‘crush’ or ‘true love’ or something dumb and romantic like that. Sure, he’d picked on the boy pretty regularly, but he always figured that was due more to the fact that he was just giving the new guy a hard time. Making sure he didn’t get too full of himself. He supposed he didn’t quite get irritated at him for existing, only mildly annoyed that he was so carefree and blithely unaware of the harsh realities of life (or so it seemed). Maybe Sonnen hated that so much about Othello because it reminded him too much of how he himself used to be. He hadn’t exactly been the Energizer Bunny, but he’d been… what was the word? Mellow about life. He wasn’t concerned at all with what other people thought, or how he portrayed himself; it was all whatever he wanted, and everyone else could suck it. He’d lost that as he’d aged. When had he become so… old?
Sonnen’s musings were pleasantly interrupted as Othello started stroking his cheeks with his thumb. This made his eyes snap up to the boy’s face, surprised at the sudden contact; before he’d been concerned about Sonnen ‘crushing his bones for his bread,’ but now seemed all too content to stroke his face. Perhaps he thought himself brave? Regardless, it was such a nice feeling, slightly dampened at the smirk on Othello’s face; such an expression didn’t belong there. It made Sonnen suspicious that he was being deviant somehow, but then wondered how that was any of his business anyway. Whatever. His fingers were warm and inviting. The soft stroking motion made him want to purr like a pleased kitten, but of course he would never be caught doing something like that. Before he’d caught himself, a small, pleased, almost imperceptible smile crept onto his face; he’d never felt like this before, and he wasn’t sure he liked it yet, but he could worry about that later.
Those hands on his head, however, were pure heaven. Loath as Sonnen was to admit it, he definitely enjoyed this. Of course, any kind of massage was heaven in his eyes, but particularly this one. It seemed to alleviate a headache he wasn’t aware he had and pretty much made him feel like a pile of Russian goo. The only other time someone had done something like this for him had been in college; he’d been up writing a paper at some ridiculous hour of the evening, and his roommate (and ‘boyfriend’ for a short while) had given him a glorious neck rub. This, as most things did in Sonnen’s younger life, eventually led to some glorious sex, but of course he didn’t expect that to come of this particular situation. Though a soft groan did manage to sneak out of his throat at the temple-rubbing-hair-stroking. Normally Sonnen would snap at people for touching his hair, but Othello’s hands didn’t feel like they were dirtying it or messing it up; they were helping, so that made it okay, he supposed. …Or maybe he was just making excuses for his inconsistent behavior. This was probably the more likely choice, but lying to himself had never failed him before. Then he felt the pleasing weight of the other’s head resting against his own, and his eyes widened, his heart speeding up. This was such intimate contact. Kissing and hair stroking aside, this was the thing that made him the most flustered: Cuddling. It lasted only a few short seconds, but his body felt such a deep relaxing sensation that he almost collapsed off the table due to it. God, it really had been awhile.
The boy’s musings, however, completely baffled him. Prostitute? What had that come up? Was Othello thinking aloud for some reason, and his thoughts happened to be about prostitutes? When he heard the deal about kissing making him a prostitute, Sonnen thought there was a huge misunderstanding. Holy crap. What he really that naïve? So ignorant to think that a bit of kissing made him a prostitute? He hadn’t even used any tongue! Still, even with that, it wouldn’t make someone a prostitute. Why was he suddenly freaking out about this now? Worrying about tarnishing his perfect, white sheet of an existence? Okay, this kind of thinking sort of made Sonnen irritated. What, so a few kisses from Sonnen, and all of a sudden he thought himself a prostitute? Wasn’t that a bit insulting to Sonnen? How could he not think of that? Oh, sure, had it been anyone else then he might not be having this severe a reaction, but because it was him he suddenly thought he was a slut. Well, then.
Oh, and now he might be sick? Wasn’t that just the icing on the cake? Did this boy never use his brain? Just spouted any random thought that entered his stupid little head? Really, Sonnen didn’t think he deserved to be insulted like this. The abrupt shoulder-shaking caught him off guard and made him flail to catch his balance again so he didn’t slide off the edge of the table, which he was still treating like a chair. Another part of him, though, figured the boy was just scared he was going to fall ill or something from just a kiss. Okay, so Sonnen had screwed around a lot, but he’d been tested multiple times and knew for a fact that he didn’t have any STDs, so the little runt had nothing to worry about. The urge to slap him across the face and yell ‘Snap out of it!’ was tempting, but he kept it to himself; he’d save his anger up for the a final explosion.
The first thing that came to his mind to say was something like, ‘Well, I’m SORRY that I made you feel like such a slut and that you feel the need to throw a tantrum over it. YOU kissed ME first, so take some responsibility for this and stop throwing it—‘ His thoughts came to a screeching halt. In his mind when he thought about stuff, he thought in Russian. That first part of the first sentence repeated itself in his head, remembering he’d said it before when he was apologizing. Pros’tite. Prostitute. Oh. Ohhhhhh. Oh s**t. And then guilt set in. He’d thought all these terrible things just now, when it had all been a ‘lost in translation’ moment that could have been avoided had Sonnen not spoken that particular phrase in Russian. He gave Othello this misconception. And now the boy was hugging him and shaking. ‘I’m such a d**k.’
Feeling more terrible than Sonnen had in a very long time, he firmly held Othello against his chest and rocked him slightly; he wasn’t sure why this was a instinct of his, only that it seemed like the correct thing to do. When Othello pulled up, Sonnen was broken to see tears in his eyes. Crap, not only had he made him feel inadequate as a Companion and a person, but also made him think he was a prostitute. Well, first this had to be cleared up. However, this was a difficult feat, since after the guilt dulled a bit, the hilarity of the situation set in.
“O-Othello,” he stuttered through his own shaking, trying not to burst with laughter. There had been many moments in his life where someone didn’t understand what he’d said and had taken it the wrong way, but this was probably the funniest moment yet. “Y-y-you’re not a pr-pr-prostitute!” Holding the boy’s hand so he didn’t try and leave, Sonnen bowed his head, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably as he tried not to openly laugh. He even brought his other hand up to cover his mouth to prevent the noises from escaping. “Remind me to get you an English-to-Russian dictionary.” At this point there was no stopping it, as Sonnen chuckled and guffawed his heart out, finally ending up leaning forward against Othello for support as the shocks of the laughter rolled through him. “If you’re a prostitute, then I guess that makes me an international harlot.” He hoped Othello wasn’t too offended that Sonnen was unable to control himself at the moment.
A short while later, the man’s ribs and stomach hurt from laughing too much, so it eventually leveled out to normal. His eyes were bright from the mirth and he had once again laughed himself to tears, though he didn’t really notice them this time. And he thought before that he hadn’t laughed so hard in his life, and now he was sure of it. What was it about Othello that did this to him? He’d known funny people and interesting people, but never had such a rare combo of the two been found in such a person such as Othello. He was both thankful for and scared of it. However, he had no idea where to go from here. The boy had seen him laugh and cry, two things that no one in the mansion had ever witnessed before, and he had seen both in such a short amount of time. His natural instinct told him to kill him, but of course that was way too drastic an action. And, of course, Sonnen wouldn’t be able to anyway.
“I’m sorry… again,” he said with a smile in his voice, even if it wasn’t on his face. He was apologizing now for laughing at him. “And this is the only time you’ll hear me say that so many times in such a short period.” This was more of a warning, but he was sure what else to say. One question burned at his mind more, though: Othello’s motive. Why did he kiss him before, in the glass hallway? Why wasn’t he disgusted that Sonnen had kissed him more in the study? What was the reason behind all this? He was afraid to ask, but felt like he’d die if he didn’t know. He still had Othello’s hand clutched in his own, and kind of hoped his thoughts would be transferred to the boy through the contact, even though he knew that was a foolish thing to wish for. Sonnen kept his head bowed, not meeting the boy’s eyes for fear of what he might find, and just waited for him to act next.
(( I'm sorry, bby, that it took so long. xD I didn't intend for this post to come out so long either. ))
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 10:55 pm
~ 理 Aya ~
Even though Tel had given a sort of laugh...
Tetsuya knew that the young man hadn't exactly got the intended joke. Of course everyone in his junior high class at the time had taken their own impression away from the voiced question...
'He goes to an onsen with his sister?! Alone?! What, does he have a sister complex? Incest?'
All sorts of thoughts had been expressed in hushed whispers and mumbles, whereas Tetsuya, the who asked the question, had simply wanted to know if he was the same guy.
Of course he had been, and he didn't really have a sister complex... but that hadn't been the first impression.
And aside from having killed someone... Tetsuya really couldn't have thought, at that age, of a worst first impression.
But Aya smiled politely, nevertheless, glad that Tel had made the effort to understand the joke and try to make the Reader feel more comfortable than awkward with the telling of the story.
Laughing softly however, Aya could only shake his head in denial at Tel's newest claim. "No, I look horrid. Usually there isn't a hair out of place to be honest... not that I actually worry that much over my appearance but... well... I'm kind of proud of my hair." he smiled softly. "I used to get teased for it, since it's naturally blond, and I was the only blond haired and green eyed Japanese kid throughout school... at least where I attended. As I got older, it became something special for me... not the teasing but my actual hair... so I grew it out long." sighing, Tetsuya ran his fingers through the golden locks. "Naturally, I've been mistaken for a girl more times than I can count, but it does make for some rather interesting conversations."
Of course he was off topic... but in truth, Tetsuya was a bit shy when it came to his appearance.
Once Tel had described how he had first come into the manor however, Aya could only smirk. "I think they look at everyone that way, unless they walk in wearing a mink coat or Armani suit. Neither of which, by the way, I would ever be caught dead in. Especially the suit... looks damn uncomfortable."
Yes, Aya was joking, since he'd never worn an Armani suit before, but it seemed like the appropriate thing to say... and Tetsuya always did speak his mind.
"So, a tour then?" the man asked, standing from the table and picking up his tea. "Let's drop our dishes off in the kitchen... I'm not sure if we're to wash them ourselves or not... companions with dishpan hands?" he raised an eyebrow at Tel in a questioning manner. "But then I'd be more than happy to walk about the grounds with you. Least I'm not in my pajamas, after all."
~ 慶永哲哉 Yoshinaga Tetsuya ~
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 10:21 am
H i k a r u - G a l i a n d e r-O t h e l l o  Hearing the man's voice speak his name he looked up at him. Feeling the grip on his hands and the motion towards the other chest, Othello looked down his eyes distant slightly. Why was Sonnen holding his hands. He sniffled slightly as he looked up, tears dripping down his eyes. He didn't know what to do, he was very much confused. He wasn't a prostitute? He looked up at Sonnen his eyes dripping as he rested against the man with no objection. He nuzzled his face into the man's chest his shoulders jumping slightly. Othello was a perfectionist and the possibility of him being something he viewed as dirty and imperfect was traumatizing. Hearing Sonnen laugh though cause a slightly startled look on his face. He tried to pull back a little but stopped himself. Hearing the comment about the Russian to English dictionary Othello felt his eyes light up for a minute. He felt his chest heave slightly as loud sobs slipped from his lips. He felt so stupid, he had gotten himself all worked up over nothing. He placed his face back into Sonnen's chest as he let small droplets on the man's over coat. After a few more sobs he was laughing.
Curving his shoulders forwards Othello sweet little laugh seemed to bounce off the wall of the library. His laughter was higher pitched smooth and sweet sounding. He rubbed his eyes best he could with his shoulder and looked towards Sonnen once more. Hearing the comment about a Harlot he looked confused for a minute. What was a Harlot? He didn't say anything though, he had a feeling because of the context it was like a Prostitute just a little different. He would need to look that up in his Japanese-English book later. He looked up at the Russian and couldn't believe how much emotion Sonnen had. Before now as far as Othello knew the man was a Stoic beast who felt no pain, happiness, or anything. Yet the tears, and his smooth laughter was enough to shatter that image of the man from his mind and replace it was a new one. He smiled softly to himself as he looked down at their hands. It felt nice how close they were...Sonnen's hands were warm and rough from his years of instruments. Othello's hands were soft compared to the other man's, this amused him greatly.
'I am sorry..' Caught Othello's attention, looking at him from the mind trail with the hands he just laughed. "Don't be sorry it's fine...I am just an air head..." Othello said smiling as he sighed and relaxed. Hearing the warning though he looked slightly startled. He didn't mean to, he nodded his head a little and looked to the side. He felt uncomfortable now. He closed his eyes for a minute his defense mechanism clicking. His eyes opened, and the slightly dark aura he had when he was reading lingered around him. Looking up at Sonnen he felt the tingling of Sonnen's emotions and it made him sick to his stomach. So many questions. He felt light headed and closed his eyes for a minute. If he answered the questions then the light headed feeling would go away. Swaying slightly he relaxed after a second. Looking down at his hands his blue eyes zoned out as he listened to the screaming emotions. The third eye was both a gift and a curse. He shivered once getting all the confusion out of his system. Looking up at Sonnen his hands slipped from the others and rested on Sonnen's face.
"Relax Sonnen...Your thoughts are making he sick." Othello said his voice was smooth and deep like when he gave his readings. He looked at him his eyes relaxed for a minute but the dark aura slithered around him, "Your music stole our heart much like many. We watched you practice and fell in love. Of course now it sounds foolish and I do believe it is but we can't change how we feel." he cooed his fingers running along Sonnen's face as he turned it to face him. His gentle blue eyes shined for a minute, "Your our Idol...Our role model, and now you've claimed a strong part in ours heart. We have no hidden agenda. It's your choice whether you feel the same, or not." Pausing he glanced down the hallway for a minute. It seemed their time was growing short. He could feel the Madam was planning something for the two. He didn't say anything just looked towards the Russian again. He peeked his cheek again and pulled back.
Placing his hands over his eyes for a minute he blinked a few times and the dark aura dropped. Once it dropped his face was a bright pink color. He shivered slightly feeling the emotions subside. He blinked and glanced towards Sonnen. He did a small wiggle motion as he looked to the side once more unable to look at the man before him. He felt Bipolar sometimes when it came to his third eye. He struggled with two different personalities when he performed and when he was just doing emotion readings like he had.
[( I hope things get better Myin. Thanks for posting Drakie xD I love this rp so I get all excited to post. )]
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 8:47 pm
((( i has a thought- i hate the idea of somebody waiting on me for two whole weeks because I'll be gone. that seems like a really long time, especially since other people will be moving forward. in order to free whoever may be talking to Tel when i go, shall my last post include him falling unconscious from a sudden and raging fever? total daytime soap crap of course, but it works in a pinch. then you all can just work around me, and Tel will wake up when i return. maybe he caught it from Aya's recycled air germs lol )))
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 4:35 pm
(((OOC: I don't see anything wrong if Tel comes down with a bad fever because of Aya. I mean, they did eat lunch together and have been talking and stuff... so it wouldn't be hard to imagine that Tel caught what he had/has. Especially since Aya was coughing.)))
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