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 Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 8:50 pm
{{ Sorry I've been absent from here. I'll be posting tomorrow! <333 Sorry Irako for holding you up! You too, Alykia! }}
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 2:57 am
 Lucian KlimentLucian shook his head causing strands of his hair to shake wildly but fall simply back into place. Lucian tapping his right index finger against his temple as he inhaled a breath. A bright scarlet fell over the flesh of his pale cheeks as he had completely forgot about Peeta. Twist against his heels he pushed himself forward back to sit next to the female again. A nervous grin twisted into his expression feeling rude that he had left her.
“Ah, Lsvneecher. Terribly sorry”
It came to thought that the female had interest in his fur coat. He had slipped out of it before leaving. Lucian curled his fingers against the shoulders of the jacket, as he lifted it from the back of the chair. Lucian’s figure positioned behind Peeta as he gently placed it over her shoulders, the soft fur caressing the flesh of her cheeks.
Lucian simply perked his lips into a gentle smile. At most times he was very reserved, he was even shocked at himself. Despite him not having talked to the female but only perhaps one or two sentences, for him that was considered progress. Lucian placed his palms gently on the fur of his own coat that was placed over the female’s shoulders; his gaze was taken down onto her face that had seemingly nuzzled into the fur since he placed it on her.
Lucian began to whisper under his breath. He had completely disregarded the whole phenomenon of the shattered glass. His thoughts were completely focused on the female he stood over. A strong smell of honey wavered as he spoke, though again what he said was incomprehensible.
“Ti takaya privlekatelnaya.”
Lucian himself was somewhat shocked at his own comment. A light scarlet began to fade onto his cheeks. He had only one drink, yet the thought of him maybe being drunk came to mind. But there was no way this was possible. Lucian barely drinks and again he only had one.
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 9:49 am
((No, no, it's all right, I totally don't mind. All is forgiven, everyone, especially since I've been gone the longest It's fun to read what you have posted so far, though!))
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 11:07 am
MYSTERIOUS CHIBI GHOST
If one were really focusing, they might see the slight haze of a tiny ghost. Its been here a few times before, but not even other ghosts could see it. For some reason, it was invisible to everyone. Tonight was different though. Some would be able to see it, but nothing very distinguishable would be apparent. The most you might get out of it was the shortness, like a child, and its limbs. There were no real features to see. You couldn't even see the separation between the fingers.
The chibi ghost weaved through the crowd of people that were dancing. It was as if it was playing a game that involved trying not to touch anyone. Then it flew to the stage and did some kind of figure eight around the bassist and Guitarist, before circling around the drummer. After a while of that, the ghost just hovered nearby while moving around. It probably looked really weird, but it was merely dancing to the music. The whole display was its own little dance.
After many songs of that craziness, the ghost flew over to the bar. Of course, it could see the other ghosts in the room but that was nothing new and thus it didn't care. It slowed to stop at one end of the bar; close to where Christoph and the others were at. It hovered just so; making it looking like it was standing on the counter. It looked down the bar and smiled while rubbing its hands together. Of course, if anyone was watching, they wouldn't have been able to see the smile at all. Even the rubbing of the hands probably just disappeared in front of its body like a hazy blob.
Then it was off, the tiny ghost started to run across the counter for a few steps before leaping into the air and sliding down the bar. Of course, it didn't hit anything and sometimes glided a bit wrong so part of its body went under the bar. It made a slight incoherent noise when it saw Amor's head in its way, but it still continued on its path. The ghostly body went through some people that had their hands resting on the counter. A odd sounding laugh came from the ghost during the whole bar sliding event.
It quickly reached the corner of the bar, where it grabbed onto the ledge, even though it wasn't actually holding on, and whipped itself around to face the perpendicular part of the counter. The chibi ghost started crawling across the rest of the bar. When it reached the wall, it began crawling up it before continuing on the ceiling: like spiderman.
Soon the small ghost slipped down one of the hanging paper lanterns. It perched itself on the top, making it look like it was sitting on it with its hand wrapped around the string holding it up. Of course you couldn't really see the hands and legs that well anymore, since they were all pulled in closer to the body. The little bugger looked around the place at the people below with its invisible eyes. "Why can't I find you? I don't want to forget..."
((Ah it's okay Bonesy...life happens. ^_^))
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 9:37 pm
(-)  "Oh it's alright." Peeta replied grinning, then her head turned to try and follow Lucian as he took his jacket and at first she was worried he may leave but instead he walked behind her and placed the jacket on her shoulders. "Thanks." She said, a hint of pinkish red played across her cheeks like pastel roses. Her blush reddened to a more tomato color when Lucian put his hands on his jacket while it was still over her shoulders.
"Uhm." Was all she could say, awkwardly and a bit unsure of what was going on. She found herself leaning away slightly, with the jacket still in his hands. "Sorry, but I kinda felt awkward." She said and looked down at her pink lemonade and what was left of her fries.
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 5:16 pm
Lucian KlimentLucian was embarrassed with himself. He regretted already his action. Tugging back his coat as he let his arms slide in one a time into the comfort of the sleeves.
Lucian was always reserved, perhaps this was the best thing for him to do. He nodded to himself in agreement as he contemplated that one thought inhaling a soft breath releasing a quick statement under his honey scented breath.
"Da, Da forgive."
Lucian leaned his body downward, his right arm scooping up his leather case containing his guitar. The index of his left hand tapped against his temple as he focused his thoughts while he leaned back to an erect stand.
Twisting on his heels he pushed himself forward, leaving the girl and his original position. His boots tapped their musical rhythm as he walked away from the female. His body collided with the door to the exit as he pushed against it to open it. He needed fresh air. His mind was clouded and he couldn't shake this strange feeling that consumed him. This feeling had no word to it, at least none that Lucian could think of.
Pushing the door open a bitter breeze fell onto his pale flesh as he pulled himself out of the door's path, pulling himself outside. His left arm dropped sliding his palm into the containment of his pocket. Each breath was staggered and forced as he simply stood in the empty outside.
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 7:11 pm
  Amor had caught a mere glimpse of the small child like spirit an amused expression falling onto his face. Pulling his figure from out of the bar at last, he firmly stood in erect stand brushing his translucent palms unnecessarily against the fabric of his clothing.
Amor’s black hole optics caught another sight, this one being of the male exiting the bar only to seemingly be standing right outside of the door. He seemed disturbed or uncomfortable. It was obvious something was bothering him.
Disregarding this Amor decided if need be he would investigate the matter shortly. Amor had taken his glance back to the male who had attempted to strike a conversation with him and had apparently been able to see him unlike the other beings around him. Amor lowered his head his viola and bow being placed securely under his left arm. Lowering his head his torso followed soon after in a bow of respect towards this male.
In a calming tone of voice Amor finally had introduced himself. His way of speaking just as his appearance had that tint of age.
“I am Amor Bas Lioncourt, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
Amor lifted from his bow his eyes narrowed to a close as he awaited the male to perhaps introduce himself. Amor placed his free hand against the back of his neck; his fingers caressed what would be his flesh. Amor managed to deafen all other sounds around him, leaving his entire being focused on the one he still spoke to. Even in life Amor was able to concentrate quite well, most of this skill being earned by his excessive viola practice.
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 12:48 am
(-) Peeta regretted what she said already and chased after him. She didn't grab his hand but settled with walking next to him.
"Sorry If I embarrassed you. I didn't mean to, it just I didn't know how to respond." She said, each step from the bar was a step away from Litium but the fox would be fine.
"Why don't we go to my garden across the street? You need training for my parents flower shop."
Meanwhile Lithium stood up and went over to where Peeta had been sitting, helping herself to Peeta's leftover chicken strips and tried a fry, deciding it wasn't to her taste she left it with a snort, walking around the bar before finding herself by the girl Peeta had talked to before, Mel. She wagged her tail and jumped onto the tall chair next to the girl.
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 1:35 pm
 ♥ ♠ Call me Byron, that's all ♦ ♣
A smooth cool feeling passed Byron's hands as the small ghost slid on the counter, he could barely see it or make any shape out of it, but he was getting used to the weird things that happened there, so he didn't care all that much, he looked back at his new acquaintance getting his non solid presence out of the counter with a crooked smile.
"I'm Byron, the pleasure is all mine." he replied calmly as if it was a regular thing, it was his custom to introduce himself by first name and give the fewest information possible on the first meeting, he was feeling a little odd to be speaking to a ghost, it was a little embarrassing for his beliefs. He rested his cheek on the palm of his hand with his elbow rested on the counter and looked at Amor with half open eyes between the long locks that ran over his pale skin, he was curious, and wanted to ask a lot of questions, but he couldn't.
Then something came to his mind, Amor knew something that he didn't, "It seems you've been around for a while, and probably I'm not the first of my kind, you could easily tell I'm not human but could you tell me what I am?" he asked in a sulky tone, he knew that it's been a little while he was no longer human but he felt offended when Amor mentioned it to him and it showed clearly in his tone, he picked a cigarette up and lit it with a flick of his lighter, he had the grace and agility of an illusionist, which was contrary to the belief that nerds were clumsy fools, and although he was sort of a nerd and made his living out of a nerdy job, he wasn't at all clumsy nor did he look like a fool, with his sleek figure and elegant clothing.
"So what am I?" He asked again but this time there was a sarcastic tone to his question, he stared blankly at Amor, or most likely through him, pulling his hair off his face, and although his face seemed emotionless he was eager to listen to the answer, that he didn't notice the owner of the fox following the Russian guy out of the bar and leaving her furry pal behind, it didn't seem to mind as it was really interested in Amor, he stroked her back gently as he waited for his answer, he really liked the feeling of the soft fur, or was it the warmth and liveliness, he could feel her heartbeats clearly which wasn't supposed to happen, he wondered if that boyish looking girl noticed that her pet was distracted by the ghost in the arms of a stanger, or was she so distracted herself that she forgot about that snowy creature for a second.
He waited for his answer with anticipation for he had promised himself that whatever the answer was he'd take it.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 9:46 am
Amor Bas Lioncourt
Amor bowed his head in a swift motion. He was completely appalled at his manners. Just meeting the man and already telling him he’s not human? He kept his position in a bow, his arms and viola brought in front of him as if asking for forgiveness. Amor nibbled against his lip nervously his fear of rejecting consuming his every thought.
“You must forgive me, it’s been so long since I’ve conversed with the living. Please excuse my horrid manners.”
Amor lifted from his bow, his eyes narrowed as he hugged against his viola and bow. His black hole optics had been taken off the male before him and instead focused against the ground. Strands of aqua tinted hair concealed his face, keeping every expression from view for that time being.
Amor gulped as he straightened himself out, he repositioned his instrument under his left arm the bow being hung from his index. A cold breath that showed itself as a translucent mist escaped from between his lips. Amor was truly enraged with himself, his thoughts keeping their focus on scolding him to no end.
“You fool, you have no right to call someone ‘non-human’ you yourself aren’t human, not anymore!”
This one sentences looped in his head as if on replay. Grimacing as it soon turned a painful spike through his translucent being. It was strange, he was dead how could this pain be felt?
Lucian Kliment
Lucian let his back place against the material structure of the outside of the bar. The sun was pretty much hidden if not gone so Lucian was kept from being blinded. Inhaling the fresh air the dim lighting that snuck out from the bar managed to caress over Lucian’s pale flesh. Lucian acknowledged the girls presences, by letting his optics open though only a sliver, his sangria tinted gaze taken onto her figure.
“Why do you help me?”
Lucian was used to doing things on his own, he wasn’t used to the kindness the people had shown him so far. All the emotion was all new to him. Lucian wasn’t emotionless he just didn’t quite understand it. The girl didn’t even know him yet offered him assistance? It was all too good to be true, the bar the people. It felt like a dream, a mere illusion of what he wished to be.
Pulling the flesh of his bottom lip under a single one of his dagger canines as he bit down against the flesh. This however broke the flesh, causing blood to fall from the flesh, staining his pale complexion, a single droplet rolled down his chin. Lifting his right arm, Lucian placed his palm over his chin quickly swiping away at the single droplet before it managed to travel down his flesh and stain the fabric of his clothing.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 7:29 pm
(-) "I help you because of two things, I can't turn down those in need of help even if I get in trouble and the second is- I'll be honest- your pretty darn attractive." She said and played with her fingers nervously. "I kind of had a crush on you. When I entered the bar the first guy I actually looked at was you." She said and lowered her head. "Although I guess it's weird to have a trans-gender have a crush on you." She said and noticed his mouth move, looking at it she could see a drop of blood forming and gasped in surprise. "Your lip is bleeding. What's wrong?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 7:11 am
 -♦◊♦◊ DJ Mel ◊♦◊♦-
Melanie felt a vibration come from her jean pocket. Her pants were quite fitted so one might be surprised that anything could fit in the pockets; but moments later she pulled her cell phone out. A slight look of worry or confusion appeared on her normally cheerful face when she saw the number. Without pondering about it anymore, she walked quickly to the door as she answered the call.
"Hello," she greeted, "I can't hear you...hold on a second." It didn't take long for her to exit the bar. She stopped walking when she was a few feet away from the building. Melanie didn't notice the other two people that were standing nearby at the time.
"Okay...so who is this?" Mel listened to the response to the question before she inhaled sharply. "What!?" she responded in disbelief as she continued to listen to the person talk on the other end. Subconsciously, she started biting her lower lip while standing there with her phone to her ear. Soon she started to pace around a little bit; that was when she noticed the other two. She flashed them a smile and gave a slight wave before turning her back toward them.
"I'm sorry," Melanie started, "I can't help you." She was silent for a moment before speaking again. "No! You ca..." the blond started again but was cut off mid-sentence. A moment later she spoke again. A little frustration laced in-between her words. "Don't do that....he won't do it," she paused for a short moment before continuing, "sure, he's a douche bag; but he wouldn't go that far. Trust me. I should know."
Melanie started pacing around again as she listened. "Wai-WHAT!? No way! You can't be serious!" She stopped where she stood and stared off in a random direction. "Just..." the blond paused for a second as she was interrupted, "listen to me. No you don't...wait...hello. Hello!?" Mel made a little 'tch' noise as she hit redial. Unfortunately, no one picked up the phone.
An annoyed sigh escaped her lips as she slipped her phone back into her pocket. What was that all about? It was quite an unexpected and weird phone call. One that brought unpleasant thoughts; but she wasn't going to let that damper her mood.
Melanie turned around and walked over to the other two. "Hey!" she greeted with her normal smile, "Are you enjoying the place Lucian?" Her hazel eyes shifted from Lucian to the girl she met earlier. She smiled a little bit bigger before she spoke again. "Sooo what are YOU guys doing out here? All alone..." she let a moment of silence pass before continuing, "maybe I should leave you two to continue what you were doing in peace." The teasing tone in her voice was apparent. ((Hmm not a lot happened while I was gone huh? Haha))
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 11:44 am
((I'm still waiting on Bonesy. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 2:04 pm
♥ ♠ Call me Byron, that's all ♦ ♣
Byron stared blankly at Amor, what was he thinking about? the question was simple, he wanted to know what he was, but instead the musician ghost has gone into what seemed like some kind of self scolding session, it was hopeless, he had to wait for Christoph to settle his problems with his guest before talking to him, the thing he was sure of that he wasn't human.
Instead he turned his attention to the band, he really liked their music and the rest of the patrons agreed. on the other end of the place he could see the blonde leaving, but without her cute brunette friend, it must be something urgent for it seemed the two girls were inseparable.
The fox's owner and her Russian crush weren't back yet but it seemed the fox didn't mind much, Byron's head started to buzz with questions as he stroked the fox's back once more, he was trying to remember what had happened before he came to this town that could have led to this transformation, but he couldn't associate it with anything, it was all a huge mess that he couldn't make head or tail out of. He drifted in his thoughts for a while, but was brought back by the changing of the music, he looked back at the ghost, although nothing in his feature had changed, his pale grayish eyes along with his sarcastic smile made him look more twisted
"So, what is it?" he asked curiously with his eyes becoming wider in a non-human manner "Cat ate your tongue?"
When it came politeness in social situations Byron's skills were less than stellar, he seemed to dance to the beat of his own drum; It clashed greatly with his art loving personality.
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