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 Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 8:30 pm
These walls don’t talk, even if somebody knocks.
These walls don’t stand for anyone else but themselves.
• (( All right, this is like, the five thousandth time I've had someone 'think of quitting.' I've had two quit. I'm really REALLY finding it hard to find any more sympathetic words to tell people who are considering quitting. If you don't want to be here, then quit. If you want to be here — really care about being here — then don't quit. )) •
These walls don’t fall, even when gravity is failing us all.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 11:36 pm
((OCC: Well... I'm not quitting~ I like this guild too much. But Imoto-chan... I can get Teishi and Kane into another argument... just to help you out of your writer's block a little bit.))
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 3:26 am
[( Othello is always open for conversation! <3 If he bother's Sonnen to much he might just drive the man insane! But like Drakie said, if your not having fun then there really is no point in staying. Imoto-chan. )]
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 9:11 pm
~Lorentz | Лоренц. How in the world did he miss this fountain? It was freakin' HUGE. And rather nice, he must admit. The soothing flow of water calmed the lad enough to the point where he thought of one day sitting beside this fountain and reading a swell book. He peered into the basin and noticed the seemless pool of water inside. No fish, no coins, nothing. It felt so empty since one would be used to seeing either aquatic life of heaps of change in a public fountain. However, now that he thought about it, this wasn't really a public fountain. It was the Madam's. Nevertheless, the teenager dug in his pocket and took out a nickel that he had found in his hallway this morning. One of the maids must have dropped it while rushing around on their early morning duties. With the paycheck that his family supplied their staff with, he was sure they wouldn't miss one measly nickel. So Walenty flicked the coin into the water without another thought. The light metal hit the water with a PLUNK! 'Hopefully the Madam won't mind me doing something like this,' he thought as he watched it sink to the bottom.
"Sir." Adalric's voice was soft and low. But, it always surprised Walenty when he spoke. The butler had been waiting patiently outside of the parlor while the blonde and the dear Madam talked things over and proceeded to follow the younger man when he had exited. The boy's smooth face turned and looked at the wrinkled one behind him. "I got distracted again. I know. I'm sorry." The lad chuckled, which, with his tone of voice, almost sounded too much like a giggle. All distractions were put aside as the pair left the warm atmosphere of the elegant building and strode into the cool autumn day.
With no real need to stop, skinny little legs continued their walking to the awaiting limo. Dimitri's had already left. How much of his brother would he see in the future? The teenager still hoped that he could get the chance to be close to the man again. The thought seemed highly impossible, but Walenty had never been the pessimistic type. Nor was he an optimist. Rather, he was more of the type of person who says, "Whatever happens, happens." He missed the past. But, that was all. He didn't live in it, and he would never want to. But was a new relationship with his brother so much to ask for? Knowing how things are, the lad knew that was as far as he was ever going to get with this situation. Just wishing.
He climbed into the back of the limo with Adalric right behind. A yawn crept up as the vehicle began to pull away. 'There isn't even a reason for me to be tired,' he thought. Sure, it was an eventful day, but definitely not something to to be exhausted over. Maybe some tea at home would wake him up a bit. But, this was really the least his concern. What about this Halloween party? Walenty took the folded up card out of the pocket of his coat and read it over once more. 'Costume.' That word was pondered over for a bit with a slight grimace. The boy detested dressing up. It was mostly uncomfortable. And he just really care for it. At all.
With a sigh, a blonde head was tossed back onto the cushion of the seat behind him. A costume could be worried about later. It really shouldn't be that hard to figure one out, right? Closing his eyes, he thought through the day so far. Dimitri, the last person that was on the boy's mind that morning. The wünderbar piano player, whom Walenty was itching to duel with. The Madam, who was just so incredibly captivating and nice. And Othello. Curious Othello. So many things to learn about him.
Suddenly, it all seemed new to him. This is such an abrupt change of pace in the teenager's life. But, it was one that he was beginning to be very grateful for. And before he could think any further, Lorentz had dozed off inside of the warm interior of that comfortable, black limousine..В. Киева | W. Kieva~
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 7:51 pm
H i k a r u - G a l i a n d e r-O t h e l l o  It was early, at least it seemed early for Othello to up and about. For the last few days though the boy seemed to be waking up early and going to bed before anyone else. He had been rather quiet and spent most of his time either practicing in the yard or requesting permission to go down to the near by Shinto shrine for afternoon prayer. This morning was no different. The sun was beating over the Horizon as his pale blue eyes shimmered under his sweat cover brow. He stood in the backyard topless. His hands at his sides as he inhaled and exhaled. He had been practicing Kendo endlessly for the past few days. Perfect posture as he stood in the yard his hands placed out before him as he danced barefoot about the grass his pale chest shined in the early morning sun. Running forwards he slammed his feet down on the ground and sprung forwards his hand slamming down and flipping his figure forwards. He landed on the bases of his feet and shadow boxed for a little while before he inhaled slightly and worked to calm himself down. He leaped up and jump kicked a few times, before he threw a couple side kicks. His head phones blaring music in his head as his eyes narrow and he finished his shadow boxing exercises. Bringing his hands into his stomach he inhaled deeply before he exhaled and eased himself down into an Indian style on the grass. Arching his posture over he inhaled his chest and nose flaring as he worked to calm down his heart rate.
Since the event with Sonnen the boy had been avoiding the man. He felt awkward about their involvement and he didn't really know how to handle himself. He didn't want to be awkward, but it seemed like the only way for him to be. He didn't like the tension that was lingering there but he was nervous about what the precocious from showing Sonnen something important about his person. Letting out a deep body ranking sigh he laid back against the grass his eyes turned upwards and staring at the clouds above his head. Making shapes out of the white fluff on the blue he was rather happy at least the weather was nice. The chill that Autumn held was not something he minded at the moment. It felt nice against his skin. Cooling him down from his heated state. Closing his eyes his arm came up and covered his eyes as the music changed and turned into his cool down music. He pushed himself up and jogged in placed for a little while then he was flopped back down on the grass once more. Covering his face he huffed to himself his chest rising and falling as his heart rate slowly returned to normal. He pushed himself up once more as he let out a small sigh. Grabbing his water bottle he drank some and dumped the rest over his head. He knew he needed to pray in the shine in a few days, Oban was coming up and he wanted to thank his ancestors.
Right now Othello needed to get dressed through. Another heavy sigh slipped from his lips as he pulled himself up to his feet. He glanced around for a minute his pale blue eyes distanced themselves as he walked inside and jogged up the steps, his Peppermint scent was rather strong right now. When he sweat he smelled like mints. Pushing his room door open he walked inside and locked the door. He stripped and tossed his clothing into the hamper and walked towards the bathroom. Taking a shower he washed his hair and his face before he cleaned his figure and eventually moved and dried off. He walked into the bedroom and dried himself off. Walking into his closet he pulled out a rather long traditional Junihtoe Kimono. It was a pale red color white several black layers and several white layers. He looked down at the twelve layered Kimono and a tiny smile came to his lips. He hadn't worn this since he was still competing to be the Heir of his family. He ran his fingers over the pretty Kimono and walked towards the closet once more. He pulled out a long black wig that reached the lower region of his legs. He ran a brush through the hair and let it dry. He walked towards the bathroom and pinned his hair back from his face. Grabbing foundation he covered his face and added eye shadow. It was a dark red shade with white tops. He lined the tops of his eyes with dark black eye liner before he walked back into his room and grabbed the wig.
Slipping it over his red hair Othello began to style it. Adding several dozen hair clips and pins the change was rather drastic. He didn't even recognize himself. He smiled softly as he slipped on a pair of black sandals and finished his hair. Adding lip paint to his lips he sat down on his bed. His eyes moved out the window as he stared, he was debating whether or not he wanted to actually go down the picnic or if he just wanted to skip it. The only thing that really show that it was Othello was the butterfly Tattoo under his left eye, and his stunning blue eyes. He kind of hopes he would steal Sonnen's heart, but he knew that was wishing for to much.
[( Thello's hair for anyone who is interested x: )] 
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 8:57 am
**Theodore**Tel** Tel's feet kicked in the air as he tipped into the large prop box. He'd already been leaning over the edge precariously as he rummaged through the various items that filled the bin, but a sudden reach for a mask that caught his eye sent the little guy over the edge and into the depths. Tel had enough time to tuck his head under so he wouldn't land directly on it, but that turned out to be unnecessary as the the packed items only let him sink slowly towards the bottom. A muffled meep issued from the bin as he settled into the crush. Wriggling awkwardly Tel managed after much effort to right himself, but getting out of the box was going to be another matter entirely. He pulled off a pink feather boa that had wrapped itself around his head in the course of his maneuverings and assessed the situation. The lip was too high to simply climb out, there was nothing to stand on to boost himself up, and despite his skills Tel could hardly imagine simply leaping out of the thing like a spring loaded dolphin. The pale youth could achieve great heights, but typically with a running start. Options were eliminated until the only thing left to do was to tip the whole thing over and spill out onto the floor like so much detritus. Which, now that he thought of it, would have probably been the smart thing to do to look at the contents of the box in the first place.
With a heave-ho and another squeak, and more than a little concern for any damage that might be inflicted upon the contexts of the bin due to his unfortunate accident, the bin, Tel, and a myriad of props, most of which seemed to have collected a fair amount of glitter, tumbled out across the backstage floor. The contortionist quickly sprang up and began brushing himself off as he glanced around surreptitiously. No apparent witnesses; perfect. He stooped to start collecting the debris and put it all away again. As his hands moved mechanically to clean up his mess, Tel reflected on the events that had led him to this point of nearly drowning in a pool of theater props.
The past few days had been a whirlwind and the tiny dancer still didn't feel as though he had settled in really. Waking up after being ill to find Aya administering to him had been a more than pleasant surprise. Tel had spent the day recovering from his bug and trying to insist that Aya didn't need to be his nursemaid, but the reader had been steadfast and didn't leave until the Madam had come for Tel in the evening. The meeting with her had been brief enough, he was accepted into the "family" on probation until he decided that he wanted to stay permanently (completely unnecessary as he had no intention of going anywhere else and didn't have anywhere else to go anyway), and had filled out a file that in his opinion was pitifully sparse. Oddly enough, the man who had particularly liked his performance had not been mentioned, and Tel had not known if it was proper to ask, so he didn't. Besides that he had something more important he had wanted to speak to the Madam about, but hadn't figured out how to bring it up yet. He almost wished the Madam had been a little more interested in knowing how he had learned about her.
Tel had spent most of his time with Aya, but when he learned that his friend was also an aspiring author he backed off somewhat in an attempt to be conscious of not taking up too much of the reader's time. So he often found himself wandering the manse and grounds. Tel exercised and practiced some each day, then read or wasted time on the computer in his room playing internet games. Unfortunately he hadn't really gotten to know anyone else yet. Not only was he slow to warm up to, but they all seemed so busy! He had managed to catch a few names and some quick introductions- of course he had met Sonnen already, but the Russian seemed to rush off whenever he showed up, and then Levant, but he had not popped up again since his short turn as an escort, and then there was Heresy, who had shown an interest in joining Tel at the shooting range some time in the near future, and to his disappointment he hadn't yet located the seer he had sensed his first day here. But really he seemed to know the kitchen staff best at this point. Fortunately this costume party picnic thing seemed to be designed just so everyone could mingle and he hoped to get to know some more people today.
The miniature marksman snapped out of his reverie to find an elegant Phantom of the Opera mask in his hand. Excellent! The half mask was the classic ivory color, but with the faintest gold sheen glimmering across the surface. One note of a chuckle sounded in Tel's throat as he considered the irony of the boy whose face is a mask bothering to wear a mask. But a Phantom of the Opera costume was right up his alley. He quickly finished stuffing everything else back into the bin of doom and moved on to the large racks of costumes that lined one wing of the backstage area. Pawing through the rows of cloth he was a little surprised at the number of dresses hanging there, but in a short amount of time he had located a three quarter cloak that fit him like a full one. In another corner he found a top hat (to add some height) and a black and gold gentleman's cane to complete the accessories.
Unfortunately there was not a suit to be found in his stunted size. Just two days ago he had been outfitted with some new clothes and shoes (plus a haircut, just a little shorter than before with some layers thrown in), and the closet in his room was now full of these items, but they were on the casual end of the style spectrum. Indeed, he had been measured for a few suits, but these tailored items had not yet been delivered. At least, not as of yesterday. If there was the tiniest bit of luck in the world, they might have arrived this morning. The itty bitty male certainly wasn't going to be able to borrow anything from another companion, they all seemed to be a foot taller than him. Tel gathered up the cloak, cane, hat, and mask and quickly left the theater to see if the door men knew if a package had arrived for him.
Silent feet rushed down the glass hall to the large entrance room. Kinneas and James were at their usual post and Tel hurried over to them. To his delight they answered his query in the affirmative, adding that the delivery had already been placed in his room. The dancer quickly spun on his toes and practically leaped down the hall and up the stairs to his room. Once inside he dumped the theater items on his love seat and bounded into his closet. Sure enough, three brand spanking new suits hung in a little partition all to their own on the right side. Tel quickly got to the task of trying everything on just for good measure before really deciding which suit/shirt/shoe combination would work best for his costume.
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 10:32 am
Keita/Ariyoshi
Keita sat quietly in the backseat of the limo, but his mind was racing a 1000 miles a minute. He had never disobeyed his parents in any way over the course of his relatively short life, but this would not stand. An arranged marriage? Really. Is this feudal Japan? Who had even THOUGHT of such a ridiculous tradition much less expected their child to go along with it. Oh right. His father. Ever since his parents had such horrible trouble having him in the first place, they tried to ingrain it into his mind that he had to try for children AS SOON AS POSSIBLE to make sure he would have a son. Not a child. A son. Like he even has a choice in the matter. Biologically speaking, sure he did. The genetic material of the male of every coupling decides the sex of the child, but even with all the advanced sciences in this day and age, producing a specific offspring was still something out of humanity’s grasp.
He shook his head. Not like having a child changed anything for his parents. He wasn’t… abused or anything like that, but they never treated him as a child. There was never any “normal family interactions” like Keita saw in movies and television. He actually believed most of that was probably fake from his experiences in life. He was always “Heir to the Family Business” and nothing else. Every moment of his life was an act to please his parents and give them exactly what they wanted: a legacy they could bank on. He was sure this little act of his would infuriate his family completely, but as long as his secret was kept, there would be no harm to come to his true name. Keita rolled his eyes as he watched the scenery flash passed.
He'd much rather of ridden his horse here. That would have been far more dramatic, but he needed speed to keep his father off his heels and the horses weren't far behind him. Keita idly wondered if any of the companions could ride. It was one of his most favorite activities and he thought that it would be something entertaining for them to do. He paused for a moment. “Aren’t they supposed to be entertaining me?” he thought aloud quietly. He locked eyes with the driver for a split second and then decided to keep his musings to himself. He brought two of his best thoroughbreds so hopefully he would be able to ride with someone. A devious smile tugged at his lips as he thought Hell, if they don't know, I could teach them.
Rounding the last hill, the mansion came into view. Keita had never seen anything like it and was very impressed. He was used to the traditional architecture of his Japanese home and of his University in England as he spent most of his time in those places, but the sheer gaudy decadence yet… regal beauty of Madam Usagi's home was quite a perfect mixture. He hoped the companions would be as cleverly designed as the Madam’s home though from what his former roommate could tell him about the manor, he was certain they would match up easily. The limo braked at the front gate to speak to the guard and after a moment they were allowed onto the delicately manicured lawn covered in intricate topiaries and patches of beautifully kept flowers. There were also pumpkins and jack-o-lanterns decorating the lane to the mansion. Halloween? Heh… nearly forgot that’s coming up Keita mused as the pumpkins smiled up at him in the now eerie evening light. He never really celebrated the day but it always seemed like fun. He looked down at his attire. Deciding to wear his old boarding school uniform might have been a good choice. He smoothed his leggings and straightened his sweater vest. It was going to be a fun night.
As the limo was making it's way up the final drive, Keita's phone went off. The ringtone was an annoying badly played violin, his father's tone. A sigh and beep later, the back of the limo was filled with angry quickly-spoken Japanese. "Father, please." Keita heaved in English free of any accent, "If you had really wanted to stop me, you would have done so physically or at least had someone do it for you. I'm already here, you're too late, have a good evening, Father." Beep. The phone was hung up and discarded across the limo. He wouldn't need it anyway. The vehicle stopped at the front door and the driver came around to let Keita out. He made one last check of the papers in his messenger bag. This was part of his personally controlled stock in the Kurasawa Trading Company that was given to him on his sixteenth birthday by his father that he would hopefully use to pay for his visit and continued visits if all went well. If the stock was traded wisely, it would easily keep Madam Usagi and all of her 'family' well taken care of for years to come or at the very least add to the woman's considerable wealth. I could give her my horses to sweeten the deal. he thought of the pair of Lipizzaner he brought with him. He loved both of them dearly, but if required he'd leave them to the Madam.
He exited the limo and watched as his trailer with his horses waited at the gate. Didn't want to bring TOO much for the first meeting... definitely would have preferred just coming alone on one horse. Sigh. Keita—no. He would no longer be Keita once he stepped through those large ornate doors. “Ariyoshi,” Keita muttered to himself as he observed the delicate woodworking, “I am… Ariyoshi.” He liked that name. Always had. It was the name of a wonderful little sushi place on 53rd Street (between 2nd Avenue and 3rd) in New York that he stumbled upon one night while his parents were busy smoozing with some American businessmen. It was a little on the cheap side, but it was warm and reminded him of home. ‘Ari’ meant ‘to be’ and ‘Yoshi’ meant, well, a few things. It could stand for ‘righteous’ or ‘good’ but Keita liked ‘luck’ the best. To be lucky… tch. Let’s hope I am. he thought with a slight smirk. He finally took a deep breath and the smirk slipped from his lips. He was sure his driver was eyeig him strangely again for standing in front of the door for so long collecting himself. Ariyoshi walked up to the door abandoning his old name for the time being. He knocked politely and waited for entrance into... Guilty Pleasures.
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 5:56 pm
Voltaire: Sonnen Veneers were a b***h. The stupid glue wouldn’t bloody dry! Sonnen paced his bathroom, fingers pressed to his eyeteeth, breathing steadily as he waited semi-patiently for the damn fangs to adhere to his teeth. He had his music blaring (as usual), so he tried to dance around a little to pass the time because damnit, he was losing his damn patience, damnit! He sighed heavily. Stepping in front of the mirror, he examined his teeth. Almost-sharp vampire fangs needled out of his mouth, glued on with the special glue that the package included. He clacked his teeth together a few times, pressed his tongue against them, spoke a little bit. Yup, finally, they stayed in place. Good. Blasted things. They were supposed to stay on during eating, drinking, talking, everything, until he applied the solvent that would remove them. They had better.
After being sufficiently satisfied with his teeth, Sonnen inspected the rest of his appearance. He was going for ‘Lestat’ but he wasn’t sure he achieved that. He had the fancy topcoat with the silver-threaded swirlies and such, but the fact that he was neither ridiculously ripped, blond OR the fantasy of every woman on the planet… well, he just wasn’t sure he had portrayed him the best way he could. Oh well. He still looked pretty slick, if he said so himself. He adjusted his cravat for the millionth time, along with his sleeves and hair, and decided there wasn’t much he could do to improve this.
Five days prior, Sonnen had noticed how badly his roots were showing and how badly he needed the color re-done. It looked like someone had slit the part in his hair open. Now, however, his color was slightly different, but not too drastic. His hair stylist, Adelita, had been going on and on for years about how Sonnen needed to go back to his natural color. Time and time again he had rolled his eyes and told Adelita exactly what to do, and nothing more. This time, however, Sonnen had given in a little. He let his darling Adelita strip some of his hair down to dye it over his natural color, so that his hair had much more red in it — though not one hundred percent. A strip of his fringe and the entire under layer of his hair was now his gleaming auburn, with only the shorter top layer a darker brown. He wasn’t sure he liked it yet as he hadn’t seen so much of his natural hair color in so many years, but he supposed he’d get used to it. Sonnen had a lot on his mind at the time, and was more willing to let himself be led into this. He was sure that if he was in his right mind that he wouldn’t have let Adelita do it, but, well… distraction and preoccupation and all that.
Other than that, Sonnen had sort of… laid low these past few days. He wasn’t stupid; he knew both Othello and Tel were avoiding him. It was kind of something he was used to. He was pretty sure why Othello was avoiding him, but Tel was more of a mystery. However, he didn’t really know Tel nor did he really care about him, so Tel’s evading didn’t bother him as much. Needless to say, Othello’s had bothered the hell out of him. It made him want to punch himself in the face for alienating him like that. But, well… he supposed if Othello wanted to talk to him about… what happened, that he would. Sometime. Sonnen had been unable to stop blushing every time he thought about what he’d done. He’d become a complete and total wussy douche in front of Othello? ‘I stroked his hair, for Christ’s sake!’ It embarrassed him every time he thought about it, so he just tried not to. But every time he’d see the back of Othello’s head, catch his eye around the corner, the memories came rushing back to slap him in the face. Stupid conscience.
But he couldn’t think about that right now, he thought as he straightened his collar. Tonight was a special event. There was to be no negativity, as he was to remain professional. Or at least not an emo f**; he sort of had a bad habit of getting that way. Once more, he checked his appearance. His hair, as he had thought before, was absolutely nothing like Lestat’s. It was too long and too dark and too… wrong. He hadn’t straightened it that day, so it was fluffier and wavy (like Lestat’s), but it was still obviously not even close. Oh well. Being a vampire was so hard. Unless you were Edward Cullen. But not everyone was as fortunate as to be able to have eternal youth, mussed hair and sparkly skin all the time. He snorted at his own thought.
The party was to officially start in about half an hour and a few dignitaries had already arrived, since he heard over his earpiece every time one of the guards opened the doors for someone. Just now he heard, ‘Young Asian, perhaps male, school uniform.’ This made him arch his eyebrow; sometimes the reports were kind of funny and kind of ‘what the hell.’ Always entertaining, especially when the guards couldn’t tell when the guests were male or female. Then it made him curious at the high percentage of Asians in Guilty Pleasures; he felt like a minority sometimes. Ah well. Nothing to do about that, he supposed.
Sonnen turned off the music system after letting his song finish, though he sang the chorus to himself as he frantically jogged around his room turning off all the lights. Didn’t want to waste electricity, since some of those humorous Halloween decorations set up around the mansion were laughable and had to be plugged in constantly. Once done, Sonnen exited his room and took the elevator down. Some of the Companions this evening had little ‘jobs’ to do for the little party/picnic/thing held at the mansion. The South yard had been decorated to the nines for tonight, and Sonnen was excited to see how it turned out. To get to the South lawn, Sonnen took the servant’s shortcut. The guests, of course, were taken for a little tour around the perimeter of the mansion where little Halloweeny surprises hid, almost like a mini haunted house before they got to the main picnic area.
Once outside, he noticed immediately that… not many people were here. Just a few scattered about, having polite (awkward) small talk. The South yard had a nice tile finish so no one had to sit in the grass, and festive tables were set up sporadically around the perimeter in a circle. The middle was meant to be a bit of a dance floor perhaps, but for now people were using it as a place to stand while they sipped their drinks (with silly Halloween-esque names), trying to look as dignified as they could in their costumes. The Madam had threatened that if they didn’t come in a costume that she would provide one for them, and that she always had extra bunny ears and fairy wings on hand. Needless to say, the current and ex-Clients preferred to bring their own costume.
The servants really decorated the place to death. It was almost ridiculous the amount of decorations that existed. Even though this was a ‘picnic,’ the people sat on tables and it was mostly a formal dinner (with costumes added). The chef was preparing a six-course meal, which was sure to be superb. A little bar was set up for pre-party drinks, and the bartender was dressed as James Bond. How quaint.
Some of the Companions were to perform as well, but Sonnen had specifically asked not to be one of them. The Madam had told him she hadn’t expected him to, since there was no need, which made him smirk. Of course. Someone had bought him, apparently. If you were owned for the moment, there was no need to impress other Clients if you had one. He wondered whom it would be this time. Male or female? That was always the kicker for him. Still, he supposed he needed to attend to his ‘post’: Sonnen stepped outside the perimeter of the area, and wandered. Yes, he had been assigned to be a wandering actor. At the moment there weren’t many people arriving, so there was no need to have him on the main floor, so until then he paced around the tables, looking menacingly at some of the guests. Playing the part. This was a way to help him not think about other things. Just get absorbed into the role.
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 8:00 pm
H i k a r u - G a l i a n d e r-O t h e l l o After staring out the window for quite a while Othello took off his wig and placed it back on the wig head. He grabbed an under kimono and slipped it on and now the challenge began. He grabbed the Twelve layer Kimono and started placing on one layer at a time. He grabbed the next few layers and slipped them on properly. He inhaled deeply as he started tightening the Obi around his ribs making breathing slightly difficult but beauty was always a small amount of pain at the same time. He finished tying the large bow and moved it to the back of the outfit before he grabbed the final layer and slipped it on. He looked at himself in the mirror and a bright smile came to his lips. He missed these Kimono's when he was away from home. He ran his fingers down the silk taking in the texture as he slipped on his socks and sandals. He just stroked the sleeve of the Kimono before he yanked himself away from the mirror and grabbed the wig once more. Pulling it down over his red hair hiding that from the rest of the universe he got used to walking around in the high shoes that he usually wore with his outfit faster then he had expected, then again you never really forgot how to walk in a particular pair of shoes. He was almost done now. Moving towards his wardrobe he reached inside his sock draw and pulled out a small draw string bag. Reach in he grabbed his families heirloom.
It was a circle shaped hair piece that rested in the mass of black hair atop his head. He stared at himself for a minute and smiled, this was who he was. He was an heir to a wealthy family, and clothing like this was natural for people of his social status. He felt like a rich brat, and it was nice once in a while. He felt confident in his outfit and that always made things better. He was a real man of honor when he wore his robes. Now he didn't like staring at himself for long periods of time so he pulled away from the mirror and wandered towards his little closet of a practice room and filed through a few things before he grabbed his cards and placed his nice little tea set in a small black box and sealed it so his tea set wouldn't get damaged before he was able to share tea with the man whom he was supposed to have been bought for. Of course Othello planned on performing for the fun he got from people's reactions to his cards. He loved the aura changes and the tension that flooded the air when he was giving a reading, it was like an adrenalin rush every single time. Tucking his cards in the pockets in his long sleeves that seemed to drag at his sides of his arms didn't remain crossed at his chest. He loved the trail his Kimono provided. It was long and flowing which made him seem more elegant then he normally was in his clumsy nature.
Taking a final deep breath Othello moved towards the door his head held high as a rather tormenting air of confidence was in a large aura around the companion. He moved down the stairs towards the front entrance. He paused at the door as he looked down for a minute at his hands. He didn't see anyone at the door and he had a feeling people were going to be directed towards the back area where the picnic had been. Tucking his hands into the sleeves he crossed his arms around his chest as he walked forwards his Kimono once more dragging dramatically behind him. His scent was now a mix of in-scents and lavender tea which was rested in the black box that was in his hands. He moved towards the back yard his eyes where blinded for a minute, such sun. He smiled he liked the sun and how it beamed down on his face like a blanket of warmth. It was amazing how the pretty setting sun made things better. Even though it wasn't strong, and was merely turning the sky orange as it slipped from the sky he enjoyed the waves of warmth that bounced off his Kimono. It was rare for him to embrace such a feeling, but after a stressful couple of days he needed some simple pleasures in life. Today was just one of those simple pleasure days.
Once he was outside he was rather beautiful. His long back hair was pinned up and the gems in it glistened in the sunlight as he set his small table up and placed his tea set down so it wouldn't get broken. He started some hot water and set up the leaves and everything that needed to be brewed before he looked around and watched the small gathering of people who had arrived already. His eyes flashed as if he was looking at everything and anything when he was really just looking for one thing. He pressed his lips together with a small pop, before he pulled out his moisture gloss and slipped it over his rouge red lips. He let he the maids and such finish the set up for his small table and started walking around. He was bored and just scoping out the faces of the people who had already arrived. He heard gentle tapping at the front door and a rather curious look crept over his face. Was the Madam going to get the door? He didn't want to get yelled at for opening it when he wasn't suppose to.
Looking around once more Othello noticed a man with slightly redish brown hair wandering around dressed in what looked like a vampire costume. Giggling he placed his hands up to his mouth, he loved the passion the modern culture had for the undead. Othello was more of a werewolf person himself but he did enjoy a good vampire flick once in a while since werewolf movies were a rarity. He didn't approach the man, his eyes turned towards his table as he looked around his eyes looking for the Russian with a deeper level of seriousness then he usually did. He wanted Sonnen to see him, he wanted to make up with the man. Othello had this tension and the space they had allowed between the two of them. He had experienced so much with Sonnen in such a short period of time that he knew he needed to say something but if the man didn't show up then how was he going to apologize? Of course it never crossed his mind that Lestat was actually the man he had been looking for since he arrived. He was also nervous about his first client. It was a good kind of nerves which kept him on his toes. He didn't know what his client looked like yet so for all he knew that man was already wandering around the yard like a lost puppy.
Moving back towards the table Othello thanked the women for setting up his blanket and such. With it being Halloween the Madam expected Othello to perform. Tarot cards always had more strength on these nights, with all the dead spirits wandering around and sending messages his reading clients when he worked at the restaurant always increased during this time of the month, and he had a feeling that would be no different here then it was there. He moved behind his table and rested his cards down. His hair draped into his eyes making him look like a damsel in distress almost. He was pretty, beautiful as the sun shined against all the gems that laced his hair. His long finger nails neatly filed as he seated himself down and grabbed his deep red nail polish that matched his Kimono. He blew lightly on his fingers as the paint began to dry. Shaking his hand slightly he glanced around the room his rough lips pursed as a pretty little expression washed over his pale face. He smiled once the paint dried and rested his face on his hand. He looked down at the stack for a minute and reached out his fingers lacing around the pretty cards. He shuffled and a distant but thoughtful look slipped onto his face as he ran his fingers along the pretty cards. He felt his subconscious blaming his cards for the tension between him and Sonnen, if he wasn't special then maybe he could of just been a client of Sonnen's. That made him wonder what the future would have been like.
Reaching out he drew a card...The Justice. This card would define his evening, it indicates a logical choice, a list of pros and cons should make the choice clear. He frowned slightly, that didn't really help him as much as he wanted it to. He placed the card down and just chuckled softly to himself. He looked down at his tea as he placed it on the small heater he had set up and poured himself a cup of tea, he was doing all he could. Wait.
[( Edited and added! )]
[( If anyone wants a picture reference of his Kimono looked up the manga "More Starlight to Your Heart" by Hiro Matsuba. He characters served as the Othello inspiration. )]
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 11:19 am
**Theodore**Tel** After much dressing and undressing and dressing once again, Tel was satisfied with his costume. Not that it was much of a costume to be sure, just a suit with some accessories, but everyone knew the classic Phantom of the Opera mask, so it still fulfilled the costume requirement. Tel had finally settled on a black suit with a midnight blue shirt. The shirt had the barest, thinnest pin striping done in golden thread. He had gone through some debate as to whether he should wear a suit that looked best on him or adhere to the Phantom's classic wardrobe of a black suit with a high collared white shirt with white bow tie, but in the end Tel decided that he needed to look his best. There were clients to impress after all, and white always washed him out and made him look rather dead.
The suit fit perfectly; the marksman couldn't remember that last time he felt so sharp looking. Black dress socks, shiny black dress shoes, and a shiny black belt with a gold buckle finished off the basics. Tel had found a pair of silver and a pair of gold cuff links in the pocket of the suit jacket with a note from Madame Usagi saying welcome to Guilty Pleasures. The gold links now adorned his wrists. Tel had left the top button of the shirt undone creating a "V" neckline that served to lengthen him somewhat. Plus it was a bit rakish, which could be fun. The suit was a single button style which he fidgeted with, opening and closing it in front of the mirror for a while before finally settling on wearing it closed.
Tel stepped into the bathroom and brushed his hair quickly. Next came the great debate: what color should his eyes be? He kept vacillating between a warm, rich, approachable, brown and a dark green Crayola would call "jungle green." Fun finally won out and the green contacts went in. Then the mask and the top hat (which did a nice job of covering the elastic band that held the mask on) were put in place. Tel gave himself a twice over in the long mirror before nodding in approval and grabbing the cane and cloak. The gold handle and tip of the cane winked with the cuff links in the light. The barest golden shimmer moved across his mask and shirt. Tel's pale skin and hair stood out in contrast to his dark clothes. Words like "striking" and "dashing" came to mind without feeling like lies.
Feeling peppier than he had in a very long time, Tel left his room. The cloak floated dramatically behind him and the cane ticked on each step as he descended into the hallway. A brief thought that perhaps gloves would be a good addition to the look passed and was quickly rejected. The Madame had let it be known that the companions may be called on to perform, and while he certainly wasn't going to be contorting in the suit Tel could easily see himself showing off his shooting skills at some point. And for that, and everything else if he was being honest, he preferred bare hands.
He quickly reached the entrance/fountain room and was surprised to find it empty. Tel strode over to James and Kinneas to find out where everyone was and hopefully collect some praise on his look. The two door men were in the process of explaining to a youth even smaller than Tel that the Madam had set up something like a haunted path around the outside of the mansion that led to the picnic area. That could be fun. And if he didn't get to it now, he might not get the chance to later...
"Gentlemen! Allow me!" Tel announced as he stepped forward and bowed. He tried not to be too surprised with himself as he linked one arm through the boy in the school uniform's arm and used his cane to gesture grandly towards the entrance of the haunted path. "I would be honored to escort our guest to the party!" Costumes are amazingly liberating he decided. Besides, it wasn't like he had never had fun in his life. It had just been awhile. This wasn't new or weird per say. Plus, he was being companionable to the new comer, who might not be new either, but whatever, he was doing his job.
"If you would, my good sir," Tel indicated that they would start walking towards the path. It loomed up before them, fake cobwebs hanging from the trees, hidden smoke machines rolling, hidden speakers howling, and what looked to be a hedge maze just beyond. A skeleton waved mechanically from a tree branch. The Madame really went all out for this, Tel thought to himself, it isn't cheap to grow a hedge maze overnight. The grounds crew was going to have fun getting rid of all that tomorrow. "I should like to extend Guilty Pleasure's heartiest welcome to you. I am Erik," Tel introduced himself. No, he hadn't gone schizo, Erik is the Phantom's real name, and the no longer tiniest male on the block had decided earlier to go with that name for this evening.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 2:11 pm
Keita/Ariyoshi "The Madam apologizes for the wait. Today's been a very busy day, please follow us--" before the door men could finish, Tel was at Ariyoshi's side. "Ah, Sir--" Ariyoshi noticed they seemed flustered by the blond youth who so deftly plucked his person from the door mans' care. He smirked. His interest peaked by this person who called himself 'Erik'. From the costume Ariyoshi deduced that he stole the name from the original source and not the man's real name. But then again he himself had a code name, so he doubted he'd ever get a real name out of anyone in this most interesting home. "Thank you for the kind welcome. I am Ariyoshi. Please, call me as such," he wondered if this confidence was a show... part of the act of seducing him into the fold... a thought hit him, This wasn't at all the process my roommate described to me...
He allowed himself to be led towards the hedge maze. The ground looks freshly tilled... this can't be all that old! Masterly done, Usagi he praised her to himself. Ariyoshi thought he was supposed to speak with Madam Usagi before being swept away without so much as a proper announcement to the owner of the home. Possibly special circumstances for this Halloween Celebration? but that didn't seem right either. Security had to be tight at all times for a manor such as this one. It had taken him weeks just to secure a date to meet with the Madam, much less just be let right into the house and activities at large. He shrugged to himself. He had made it passed the security check at the front gate, so he was sure to not be in any trouble for this most unexpected event. If there were any drama, 'Erik' would be easily blamed for it all, Ariyoshi concluded and let the thoughts slip from his mind.
As they made their way through the maze, Ariyoshi found himself genuinely frightened by some of the imagery. "Ah!" he stumbled backwards and clutched his chest as a ghostly figure popped out of the fog. It turned out to just be a hologram, but the... well, realism wouldn't be the correct term since ghosts weren't real, but the authenticity given to the form by the technology was something he wasn't expecting,"P-Please forgive me, Sir Erik... I'm... not accustomed to this celebration. The glorification of the dead... it's a bit startling to me." He didn't want to seem weak in the slightest, but this certainly caught him off-guard.
Tightening his grip on Tel's arm unconsciously as they walked Ariyoshi continued, "I'm very impressed by your Madam's home so far. It seems like so much trouble for a night or two of festivities... and yet, it's very appreciated. At least by me." Ariyoshi pulled his small riding crop from his bag and swatted away some cobwebs. They feel real... that would be quite a health risk for her Clients if they were... they're probably fake... just to be certain. I shan't touch them. these idle thoughts came and went as they went deeper into the maze. "I hope you know where you're going, Sir Erik. I'm thoroughly lost," Ariyoshi confessed as his sense of direction was completely taken by the lack of proper lighting. He was never good at mazes anyway... never saw the point of them on paper, but now that he's smack in the middle of one, he could see their merits as an evening amusement.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 3:48 pm
Levant What time was it? Levant's tired eyes scanned his bedroom, finally coming to a rest on the balcony doorway. Orange and golden light spilled through turning his deep burgundy carpet into a lighter shade of russet. Frowning, he simply stared at the floor for a moment longer. Was it sunset or sunrise? No matter. The man scooted from the middle of his queen sized bed to the little navy nightstand. He pulled up the "Starry Night" duvet cover closer to his bare stomach before reaching out for his reading glasses. With spectacles secured on the bridge of his nose, Levant bent over to rummage through the bottom drawer for a secret compartment. After pressing on a few keypoints and twirling a knob or two, out popped a violet dream journal and a silver fountain pen from the top drawer. Swiftly he began writing.
The last five days and nights had plagued him with disturbing dreams and outright nightmares of Heresy. And for what? His guilt? It shouldn't have lingered for so long. Even if he'd accidentally broke the wrong person's arm it never followed him into dreamland. Hell, he never even thought about it after a half-hearted apology. Then it occured to him that he never did apologize for the teasing. How could he? It'd be ten times more embarrassing now since the moment had long ago passed. Maybe a letter? Ugh, it still sounded like such a terrible idea! Levant's neat writing already filled a page and a half. Then after the third page, he stopped. Time to see the damage. Seventeen pages of nightly visits by Heresy in all! And four of daytime visits.
Dream one wasn't so bad. Surprising but normal. He'd argued with Heresy over Hershey's kisses and who should get what. It was stupid, but that was also normal. Then the weirdness began when Levant had taken a nap after eating a Hershey's kiss. The first dream gave him a craving for them. In this one, he'd actually assisted the other man in 'fufilling his needs.' Disgusting. The brunette had been so revolted he ended up using three whole bottles of anti-bacterial soap in a vigourous hand scalding. In the end they still felt dirty. The next series of dreams occured one time during meditation and the rest when he was actually asleep. Hour after hour of heated kisses, heavy petting, and other X-rated depravities. No matter how much he'd prayed for them to go away, they kept coming. So many sickening nightmares. So many dirtied sheets and briefs. Levant had nearly booked a plane to see his psychologist. But doing so might mean he was fleeing. Which would hurt his pride and piss him off more so than any dream could. Well, except maybe this last one.
There was nothing above PG-13 in this latest occurance. Yet, it was the most disturbing one of them all. He'd been sipping a glass of apple juice on a white sandy beach. The water was so crystal clear, seashells and tiny tropical fish could easily be seen. Then Heresy suddenly popped up holding a plate of assorted cheeses and moon cakes. They didn't exactly go together but they were his favorite snacks. Without a word, Heresy had taken the seat next to him. Worse yet, without even looking at the food, Levant had only eyes for The Ire. They'd laced fingers as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Then they continued on staring at the ocean as the waves rolled away and back. Out of it all, the worst were the feelings that accompanied the vivid dream. Joy and contentent battled with rage and loathing. By the end of it all he could really feel was confusion and something akin to having a rock stuck in your gut.
Just as he was putting his harrowing work away, an alarm sounded. It came from the earpiece the man seemed to wear all the time. A blue screen popped up showing the date and time. "Damnit, forgot..." groaned Levant to no one in particular. The Halloween event was today! And him with no costume. He turned it off before rushing to the shower. While shampooing the man ticked off ideas. He could run to the nearest tailor to get a new one made. That'd take too much time. Making one himself was basically the same thing. Plus, he'd have to have an idea of what he wanted to begin with. Besides, he had a problem with getting his measurements taken. Staying still was hard for him to do when people kept prodding him. Okay, fine. That was just an excuse. Honestly? He didn't feel like making the trip. So he did what any rational sleep-deprived lazy man would do. Levant would have to make do and just reuse a costume. As he finished drying himself off, he headed towards his walk-through closet.
A moment later, he emerged from the other side with three possible outfits. One was of the famous vampire hunter, Abraham Van Helsing, but edgier like the 2004 version. What they'd named Gabriel Van Helsing. He'd worn this one for Kinneas' birthday party. The next one was a stealth suit. A very tight and sturdy piece of engineering that Levant often used for his other job. And the last... was a little too revealing for his usual tastes. He'd worn it once for one of James's movie parties. That was nearly two years ago. But it also meant he wouldn't be alone in wearing such an outfit. So it was decided. The whorish one it was! Halloween was the one time a person could dress like a slut in public and get away with it. With a forlorn sigh and a wry smile, he grabbed what was needed.
After a few phone calls, he was striding down the main staircase. Soft padded leather barely made a sound as the group behind him came to a halt. All too self conscious of his bare skin, he turned around to face them. "Well, men," Levant paused to adjust his grip on his spear and bronze shield. "I totally forgot his speech. And I'm not very good at making them." Green eyes danced merrily as he stared into each and every one of his tech team's faces. All the men anyway. The women had opted to dress as Amazons with the master groundskeeper as their leader. "But thanks for agreeing with my idea. You guys have some guts coming out with me like that. No matter how much people will giggle at our scrawniness, except for you Louis." A blonde, heavily muscled man waved cheerfully.
The rest of the group shifted uneasily, feeling just as uncomfortable in their outfits in public as Levant did. Their lithe bodies weren't the most suitable for it, lacking the extra brawn to truly pull it off. But at least they were fit enough to show off some nice abs and firm thighs. Just thinking about it caused the majority of them to blush. One of the men stepped forward, shyly using his shield to block most of his midriff. He was slighter than most of the others, with big brown innocent eyes. Craig was his name. "Levant, what if you just used the most memorable line to get us into the spirit?" The guys nodded in agreement.
Oh God, he could do this. He wasn't usually this shy. But he kept thinking about Heresy. Tonight, he decided, there would be no more drifting thoughts to a possibly soulless demon. There. Done. The power of thought was remarkable. At least until he caught sight of the Ire again. Relaxing a bit, he switched his spear to his left hand, sliding the shield down his forearm. Then the sight-blocking helmet was donned. Oh so dramatically, he spoke, "Tonight, we dine in hell!"
There was a moment of stunned silence before the other Spartens bursted out laughing, rather raucously in fact. A tall man with hair as dark as a raven's feathers spoke up. "We meant," he paused for everyone to say it at the same time. "For Sparta!" spears went up in the all too happy battle cry.
The Canadian couldn't help but laugh along. "Okay Trenton, I've got one. Please bear with me you guys." With a grin, he raised his own spear in that theatrical way. "For Guilty Pleasures and Usagi!" Of course it was terrible. But the unrestrained laughter that ensued was well worth the embarrassment.
In a chorus his small army echoed raising their spears once more. "For Guilty Pleasures and the Madam!" Okay not exactly an echo. But like almost all the workers here, they refused to use Usagi's name without her title. Titles for Levant were meaningless unless not using them would get anyone into trouble.
With all the noise they were making, Kinneas and James headed their way. Two other doormen promptly replaced them. "We would like to join your ranks, Levant," James said with a zealous smile. He already knew the answer since the costumes were his idea in the first place.
"Of course, we're always happy to have a pair of strong, healthy, youthful men in our growing army," the Canadian replied with his own welcoming show of straight teeth. "But we're gonna be in the hedge maze for a while. Usagi assigned me the task of setting up the cameras there. I think she plans on making a video of the party. So everything we do is being recorded. But this time we'll have awesomer sound and higher video quality." With that explantion the hoplites made their way to their very green and bewildering destination. M. Z. Geroux
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 7:02 pm
**Theodore**Tel** It only took a few steps for Tel to realize that he might have made a mistake. The pip squeak (he almost giggled at the thought of himself calling someone else small) at his side seemed far too young to be a client of Guilty Pleasures. Not that there was necessarily anything verboten going on at the mansion, but still. And if Ariyoshi was of age the school uniform wasn't exactly accentuating the fact. What if he was brand new? Was he allowed just to come into the party like this? Tel assuaged himself by remembering that the Madam's security was top notch; besides, the little guy didn't seem like much of a threat. But then he remembered that he didn't either even though Tel could easily kill a man with his skills. Well, not easily, at least he hoped he would never find it easy to kill someone, but in a case of self defense possibly... Anyway back to the job at hand.
Ariyoshi pressed himself against Tel as the image of a ghost startled him. "Ah, no apology necessary good sir!" Tel reassured him as he lifted an arm to drape lightly across the boy's shoulders. He gave one shoulder a comforting squeeze as he poked the end of his cane through the hologram. "It's very good though isn't it?" he went on rhetorically. Tel had to wonder where the youth was from that he was not familiar with Halloween celebration. On second thought that was very ethnocentric, Halloween was a European holiday that traveled to America, there was no reason to think that anyone else should be familiar with it even in this highly globalized world.
"Madame Usagi always goes in for the best of everything and you should expect nothing less. Indeed I certainly expect this party to be an absolute scream, and let me tell you- the troupe I grew up with knew how to throw a party." And boy did they. The high school "parties" where silly teenagers stole furtive sips out of the liquor cabinets of parents away on holiday, and the sad sick escapades of some of the stripper boys he had worked with, none stacked up to the bashes the traveling circus had thrown. And they'd do it at the drop of a hat too; any excuse for a party. The party held to celebrate Tel's birth was legend among the circus group.
Oh dear. He didn't know where he was going did he? Well then. Time to fake it til you make it. "My most esteemed guest, I would never dream of leading you astray," Tel said gallantly as they turned right into a dead end. "Oh," the contortionist breathed, feeling utterly foolish. "Do not be worried! Between my trusty cane and your trusty riding crop (why does he even have that?!), nothing can stop us from defeating this fiendish maze," he declared, cane held aloft valiantly. "And if you don't believe that, well, there's a trick to these things. We'll just keep turning right and that will eventually get us to the exit," the dark green eyes winked at Ariyoshi. "Tally ho then!" And the short and blind continued to lead the also short and blind.
(((if we aren't intercepted my next post will deliver you to the party)))
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 9:50 pm
~ていし Teishi~ Dustry Chevalier
Dustry opened his eyes. It seemed as if another day had arrived or something. What was today? The black haired boy got up from his position on the floor and made his way over to the alarm clock on his bed. October 25th. Wow, he had really been asleep that long? Blue eyes scanned the room again, cautiously lingering on the door with each pass. Nobody had been inside. Hopefully.
The young boy moved over to the closet, peeking inside for the third time since he came here. A small box lay in the corner titled, "Costumes: Do not touch". Dustry, however, always ignored his own rules and pulled the box out. Inside was a black cape, a dark hat, and a pair of red contacts. There was also a white Victorian dress shirt and black pants. Dustry sighed. And to think that I got rid of my vampire hunter costume... Thank God.
But Dustry wasn't about to put anything on. He wasn't sure if they even celebrated Halloween at this place. Guilty Pleasures... Halloween.... It seems like it would fit, but I'm not sure. He thought, sliding the box away from him slightly. Contacts in hand, he moved into the bathroom to put them on. He blinked a few times, then stared. He didn't look much like himself anymore, but they looked pretty cool.
Dustry closed the door behind him, slipping outside of his room and going flying down the stairs. He reached the bottom just in time to see two boys walking away. A companion and a client? Possibly together. The black haired boy sighed. It would just be some time until he could possibly get a client of his own. But he was one of the newest members, so it would be some time. Dustry walked away in the direction that the two boys were going, straying a few dozen yards behind and looking at the floor.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 10:07 pm
Noir Louvre The scenery whizzed by as the sun finally peeked out from the trees. Noir opened his eyes and gazed out the window, staring blankly at the passing people, the houses, the scenery. Pumpkins lined the sidewalks, and cloth ghost hung from doorways. Halloween was very close indeed. But he wasn't going to anywhere special for Halloween, at least, anywhere where people he knew well would be. Hopefully, he would get to know these people better, perhaps find the person that he could be paired with for life, as almost a playmate if children's terms were being used.
Noir ran a hand through his jet black hair as he looked forward in his limo. His driver, Astin, was driving speed-limit down the stretch of expensive looking houses, until it all seemed to fade away. A huge mansion appeared on a bright green stretch of lawn. But Noir couldn't help but feel a cold air about the house, as if something rather unpleasant lay inside. But he shook it off. It was just an unpleasant memory that he'd rather forget; a memory he had never told anyone in his entire life. Just a memory...
Astin pulled the limo into the front, getting out to open the door for his young master. Noir got out slowly, deliberately taking his time as if to stall. But he wasn't. He was just a little... timid about the entire experience. He had overheard about this place from some rich young men who had been at a dinner party that his parents had hosted.
"Guilty Pleasures... Madame Usagi... Isn't she the best?" Was all that he had heard at first, yet he was very interested. "She host young men with her Companions... they're so talented... she has such an eye." Then he left, googling this place called Guilty Pleasures by this mysterious Madame Usagi. Apparently, this is what they had been talking about.
Noir finally got the door step. He smoothed his hair and clothes quickly, setting his face straight and wiping any wisp of uneasiness or fear from his face. Then he grasped the doorknob and closed his eyes. From now on, he wouldn't introduce himself as Noir Louvre. It was just his alias... the name that he had decided on before he came. Jace.Jace
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