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 Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 6:43 pm
H i k a r u - G a l i a n d e r-O t h e l l o  Shock, fear, stammer, and all those insecure feelings that seemed to flow like a river from the man before him. He tilted his head slightly basking in the pretty candle light and all the emotions that told him he was doing a good job. When he unnerved people it meant his telling for straight on once more. It was something that many would expect that he would get used to, but in the end it was always the most exciting part of being a fortune teller. He loved seeing the distress on his costumers’ faces as they thought about what he was saying and taking it all in for what it was worth to their lives. Most of the time they thanked him for his insight and moved forwards with their lives, yet there were the rare cases where they wished they had never been told what he had to tell them. Sonnen…The man linger in his head, he remembered how distraught the man got after Othello read for him. He remembered the look on his face and the distance that it created between them. He looked down at his cards the aura around him darkening and his eyes narrowed as his lips pursed into a rather distressed look on his face. His gift was both a blessing and a curse at times. Having a third eye meant a second person that was in need to be accepted and cared for. In most cases he was treated like some sort of freak who should be locked in a cage forever. He had gotten used to those people as well, but for some reason when Sonnen became one of those people he felt dirty, and vial. It was nice to have someone who didn’t seem to mind his person. Of course, Davi wasn’t the person who mattered.
Hearing the excitement in the boy’s voice made a small smile slip onto Othello’s lips followed by a pretty little laugh. His laughter was still dark and slightly intimidating but it was sweet and melodic. His fingers came to his mouth as he giggled and nodded his head, “Hehe, alright Sir. As you wish I shall continue!” he exclaimed as he giggled a little more before he collected himself. He reached out and ran his fingers over the cards flipping them with the same level of dexterity that most would see in a surgeon. Pulling the face of the card into view he looked down at the table and a look washed onto his face, ”This show cases your talents and abilities, card three the Page of Pentacles. You’re a creative heart in both the bedroom and on the stage. You have a natural charm which pulls your audience in. You may be expecting a short trip, invitations, or a lively conversation.” he said running his fingers along the rim of the card. Without this talent the Pop star would not be as comfortable in his career as he was.
Moving onto the next card his fingers flickered out and turned the fourth card over, ”Card four difficulties that you may be facing, mostly inner problems.” he explained as he looked down at the card that was facing him, “The emperor, Reversed. Someone of high authority is forcing themselves into your lives. Your level of hate for society has pulled negative energy into your life. You feel drained, threatened, vulnerable, but learning structure will lead to success.” Othello stated as he looked towards Davi. He did seem like a man who believed in his own way of doing things. That amused Othello greatly. Looking down at the cards he reached out for the Fifth one. Flipping it over he smiled softly, ”Card Five outside factors, the four of Pentacles. Socially this card shows a struggle between the image that people have of you as a person, and the image they see of your wealth. This talks about a financial security and a good flow of money. But money can also be a curse.” Othello could relate to this card.
Since the fortune teller was a child he always fought against people who only befriended him because of his status. His dream was to be a regular child with normal friends, but that was no what was in store for him. Guilty pleasure allowed him to make real friends who looked pasted his status. Status was insignificant. Talent was the only thing that mattered here. Looking up at Davi he bowed his head slightly as he reached out and flipped the second to last card. Death, Reserved. He blinked slightly as he looked down at the card slightly shocked, “Card Six, Best course of action, Death, Reserved everything seems to be boring and the only choice of action is to move beyond your fears and onto something new, lacing a path that bores you behind you and go for something that you find interesting.” he said as he looked up at the man and smiled, “Final card, the outcome, the wheel of fortune. This card shows a new cycle and a positive result. Fate is playing a hand in your future leading you down a new and bright path. Don’t fight the outcome, but welcome it.” he stated.
Once the fortune was finished he relaxed and placed the cards back into their pile. Feeling eyes on him though Othello looked up and his eyes met Sonnen’s for a minute. He felt his heart flutter as he looked to the side. He was blushing a pale pink as the dark aura around him faded in a second. He closed his eyes and it was slowly gone. He looked up at the Russian again seeing that his eyes had moved on. He looked towards Davi and bit his lips slightly, “Could you hold on for a second. I am deeply sorry.” he said slightly as he pushed himself up and walked towards the Russian. He looked down his dainty posture seemed to shimmer as he walked towards Sonnen. Once he reached the Russian he reached out and placed his hand on Sonnen’s back, ”Hello Sonnen…I wanted to apologize. I was in the wrong. I shouldn’t have showed you that it was not really far for you. It put you in an odd position…I know you probably think I am weird and don’t want me around but I just had to get that out…” he whispered as he turned to head back towards Davi. He had done what he felt he needed to. 
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 8:57 pm
Noir Louvre Noir stepped inside of the house. He noticed a young Japanese-looking boy disappear upstairs as soon as he walked in. Another client, or was that a companion that he just saw? If it was a companion, the boy sure didn't see him or something. Astin nudged Noir in the back and handed a paper bag. The young french boy groaned. His friend had picked out his costume for him, and that meant that they were going to pick something embarrassing. Wonderful.
Noir grabbed the bag and walked away from Astin, who disappeared back into the car and drove off. The bathroom wasn't hard to find, so the black haired boy locked himself inside and rummaged through the contents of the bag. After a minute or so, a loud bang echoed throughout the room from Noir banging his head against the counter. His friends were something, alright. A magician's outfit, but it was for a female. Nice. It even came with a wig. Even better. But what choice did he have? He couldn't enter unless he was in costume. With an exaggerated sigh, Noir placed the white silk dress shirt on, buttoning it to his throat. At least his friends knew him well. Noir was stunningly amazing at simple magic tricks. Nothing compared to what the people at Guilty Pleasures could do, but still yet, pretty spectacular for the average child. However, he did have a problem with the skirt. It was... well, a skirt. At least the wig may hide some of his actual masculineness. Then the brilliant idea came: he could wear the pants that he was wearing right now. Screw what his friends wanted him to wear, he was going to wear what he wanted to wear. This was going to be a bit more enjoyable than Noir thought.
After about five minutes, Noir stepped out of the bathroom. The magician's hat pressed his hair flat against his face, giving him an almost gothic appearance. Fair enough, Noir could be quite the emotionless, or emotional, one. The tail of his jacket fell to his knees, and his gloves were adorned with small lines of gold threat on the back. The boy even had a wand in his hand. A flash from the corner of his eye brought him out of his reverie as he noticed the same boy from earlier dashing down the stairs and into a maze dressed as a hunter of some sort. Vampire hunter? The french boy shrugged his shoulders and followed the younger boy, since he was sure that he would somehow find his way to the picnic by following him. He had been correct. After a few people had lunged at him, a spider web had somehow magically appeared in front of him and caught his hat, and he had unknowingly closed his eyes the entire second half, Noir found himself at the end of the maze. The entire picnic seemed to be in full swing already, although he was pretty sure that it hadn't even started yet. A dark haired man was eating chocolates and playing with... fireballs? Okay, hopefully that was an illusion. A playboy was hitting up at the bar, which freaked Noir out more than the fireballs. Now the french boy knew that he could have dressed like a girl and have been okay. That's when he noticed the fortune teller. What was he? He sure looked more feminine than most. A princess? The wig wouldn't have been much of a stand-out. Shifting his gaze around the room, black eyes landed on the boy that he had followed. The vampire hunter with red eyes, which were undeniably contacts since the blue outlining was clearly visible. The young boy walked up to a small party of three, a very young looking Asian boy in a school uniform, Erik from Phantom of the Opera, and a vampire. The man dressed as Erik looked interesting, but he was probably with another client, so Noir dared not approach. Should he wait for someone to come up to him, or should he go up and introduce himself? Introducing himself was a long shot, since Noir hadn't spoken to anybody today except for Astin and his mother. A chill ran down his back as he remembered the scene oh-so very clearly. Noir had asked if he could come to this picnic, and his mother's reply was only, "Don't get pregnant." Had she heard about this place? The young magician was clearly not able to get pregnant, and it seemed like none of the companions were allowed to... uhm... scratch that thought.
Jace
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 12:56 am
Levant Tall twelve foot hedges soon surrounded the broken phalanx of Spartans. Cleverly hidden amongst all the greenery, were holographic devices along with real people made to scare unsuspecting wanderers out of their wits. Some of the actors were wayyy too into this in Levant's opinion. Not that that was a bad thing. In fact, it was completely hilarious. Ghosts stalking various visiters, goblins reaching out to tickle spines, and the undead flinging around their own limbs. One of the Spartens, it was Louis, ran after a very frightened zombie with a very real looking fake bloodied shin. All the while keeping both shield and spear with him. What an amazing man.
Then they'd frozen in their slow march when some kid whizzed by. Jesus, what the hell was he in such a hurry for? Then what seemed like five seconds later, he went the opposite way. Once again the boy rushed by without so much as a single glance. Well, whatever. Teishi must have been very excited to get to the picnic. Maybe he had a crush on someone and wanted to impress them with the vampire hunter costume before a love rival got to them. The Canadian really had no clue seeing as how new that Companion was. He didn't really keep close tabs on someone unless they'd been staying for a good while. After barely taking a few steps, another guy passed them. A magician by the outfit. Was the entire company under some invisibility spell or some s**t? Unlikely since Louis and the rest of the men had been having a blast with the actors. Maybe it only worked on people coming in after them. Or maybe they both thought Levant and small army were just a bunch of statues. Then again, the guys had been playfully sparring with nearly everything that moved. All the while the brunette himself had been turning over something vital in his mind, standing stock still over to the side. Something more disturbing than a couple of people not being interested in a group of fairly well built half naked guys with pointy weapons was lodged in his thoughts. Something almost as perplexing as the last dream he had. Heresy. Was. A. Naked. Bunny. Yes, a naked bunny! Okay, half naked. But in Levant's opinion, he may as well have been completely nude!
Sometime, during their cheering, he could have sworn he caught sight of Heresy. Just for a split second. And heard the other man's obnoxious cheering as well. But the guy was in a bunny suit! Well, sort of. It was more like a punk easter bunny without the eggs. All pink and fuzzy lookin'. And dear Lord, his pants were so low and so tight in all the right places! For an incredibly insane lust-filled nano-second, he nearly wished he were those very pair of pants. Y'know, just to be the one to touch him in all the right places. The thought disgusted and appalled him even though he was the one to have thought it. May God help him and his gutter of a mind.
The bunny man was shirtless to put the cherry on top of the ice cream or whatever the Hell the saying was. Levant was having trouble thinking straight at the moment. Maybe he'd truly gone off the deep end. The likelihood of a guy like Heresy dressing up as a bunny for Halloween was incredibly slim. The man that had been haunting his dreams for the past five days wouldn't be so short sighted as to show up to Usagi's party without a costume, right? Usagi usually kept Heresy in the loop about things like that, more so because he was always hanging around and a Client. Ultra frequent Client. Basically lived here. That a*****e. So it left the brunette with the conclusion of hallucination from lack of ...proper sleep and not having had any sex for the last six months. None at all! Not even five minute encounters! So he was more than a little wired up about this now. Now how to deal with this? Going crazy wasn't so new of a concept.
He had to sum it up to be able to get his thoughts together. What he had on his hands was both a visual and auditory hallucination of something ...very very... cute! Yes! Cute. That was his answer. If he thought of it that way, a chibi(small) version of Heresy walking around in a bunny costume encouraging his band of Spartans, then there'd be nothing sexual about it. Levant would only want to hug it or smack it, not ...anything else. Relief filled the Canadian now that he had a temporary solution to his mental problem. Why was he so sure it was just that? Not one person on his team mentioned seeing the Ire. They wouldn't make the same mistake twice... right? But he never did get a straight answer from them about the last incident. It was like they didn't want to piss him off after pissing him off in the first place. Which only meant that they were hiding something! What the ******** were these bastards up to? They knew how he felt about about Heresy! Well, only one way to confirm it. No, not asking. Too many risks. He'd have to find the adorable bunny and say hello. Maybe give him a carrot... not that kind of carrot. Just a regular carrot anyone would give to a chibi bunny. Damn being a man and getting aroused by inneundo and images too easily.
Fingers worked their magic on his platinum earpiece after removing the golden helmet. A keyboard of blue light popped out before him. With a few strokes Levant found himself looking at an overhead photo of the maze. Cheating, but he wasn't a Client. Besides, they had a job to do. Usagi wanted these extra cameras installed for another one of her mysterious reasons. One that she never gave, but she was often very secretive about her plans. The woman had always been fond of surprises. After assigning each man their coordinates and special cameras, the phalanx broke into four groups. Each man had their own place to be, they just happened to be walking the same path.
A few minutes later, the man had arrived at his own self assigned location. It was somewhere in the northeastern quadrant of the maze. Humming some generic tune, he turned the camera on, input the right codes, then let it hover off to it's proper spot. Waving to it, he smiled as the man on the other line confirmed that all fifteen cameras were in operation and doing well. Good, mission accomplished. "Regroup." The order was short and sweet, very much like their task. Along the way to the exit, he caught sight of a dark axeman and dark lancer locked in a heated battle. Sparks flew as metal made contact with metal. Attached to the axeman's waist a small shield dangled. One with a very familiar looking emblem. Ah well, he wasn't at his other job now. No need to investigate some symbol. As much as he wanted to stay and watch the fight, he felt it was too private for his eyes. Even if they were very good actors, the sheer intensity of every move spoke of something beyond great entertainment. Even beyond a test of skill. Levant continued on.
Another good moment passed until the men found themselves together again. Yep, fifteen Spartans. Alexander, Craig, Derek, Francis, Gregory, Han, Jerome, Lee, Louis, Remi, Silas, Takashi and Trenton. Plus Levant. Everyone was accounted for as they made their salutes. Except for the doormen who should have made it here by now, they all seemed to be here. Were they having a rare argument? Well whatever had happened, he was sure they were safe. He would have been informed if something amiss had gone down. Even if his team was here, the majority of the household would be in their 'offices,' doing their jobs but having their own mini parties. Wait a sec. Where the Hell was Orpheus? Oh, how typical. Alllll the way in the back, the one man who had an actual Greek name, was making out with a minotaur. One who'd discarded his badly made bull's head to pucker up. Another taller one suddenly popped out from a hedge to make battle with Craig, axe flailing playfully in slow motion. The small man countered in equally slow motion parries of the spear and shield. Eyeing his anxious friends, Levant could only grin. "You guys can play here if you want. I'd rather you have fun without me than miss the opprotunity to play in all this," he gestured to the hedges full of surprises.
"Camden, why not stay with us for a few more minutes?" asked Orpheus who now had an arm wrapped around his new squeeze's waist.
Levant had of course considered it. But he wouldn't be able to have any fun with images of a ... very cute Heresy running around. Very cute and very bunny-ish... He sighed heavily. Almost painfully. "I'd love to, you all know that. But I have some business to take care of first," he paused to take in their reaction. Every single man seemed to shift in either expression or stance. Odd. Was this guilt? "Anyway, when we meet again, I wanna hear some epic adventures of glory, bravery, and love. Something my grandkids would be proud of!" This was met with chuckles and a handful of giggles. With that, he turned his back to his men and made way to the picnic. Catching sight of Heresy was his objective and maybe a friendly chat was needed. Talking to that man about anything might dispell the nightmares. Hell, getting into an argument would be the absolute best!M. Z. Geroux
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 9:04 am
**Theodore**Tel** Hellfire and damnation! Of course the Russian would be adding some sort of Transylvanian bull on top of his accent. Obviously tonight was not going to be the night in which Tel would find out if Sonnen really did have crap for English. No matter, no one was going anywhere; there would be other opportunities. But still, it was a hard let down after getting all pent up about it.
The young hunter popped up at his elbow suddenly. And knew his name. Interesting. He wanted Ariyoshi? Steal? Oh, he must be a companion too. Tel hadn't even thought of the idea that companions might be trying to lay claim to clients. That didn't even make sense really, clients could browse and choose as they wished. Furthermore, they could pick as many companions as they wanted. He understood that clients were a rare commodity, but hadn't even considered that the companions might be in competition with each other.
Well then. "It is certainly not my intent to keep him from the party," Tel replied smoothly to the request. "Nor can I speak for my friend," he added. It was, after all, Ariyoshi's decision to go where he wanted. Which may or may not be with this hunter. "However, I can attempt a proper introduction. I am indeed Tel, and this is a new client, Ariyoshi," the marksman continued. "Ariyoshi, this is one of our companions, by the name of...." he let the sentence drop and waited for the red eyed boy to fill in the blank.
At the same time he was making introductions the foursome grew by two more. The fortune teller had fluttered over and was now attempting a semi private moment with Sonnen. Tel really wanted to get to know that companion, but now was obviously not the time to try and intrude. He glanced over at the fortune teller's table to see if it had emptied, but was surprised to find the blue man still sitting there. If the companion had left weren't they finished? Weird.
And now there was another magician type just kind of... hovering at the perimeter of the little group. Was he a companion, client, or guest? Was he going to say anything? Perhaps he was shy. Well, if someone else hadn't stepped in by the time the phantom, school boy, and hunter had figured out what was going on here, Tel would certainly engage the magician. Couldn't leave the poor guy hanging after all. Though if he was being honest, the contortionist was starting to feel just the slightest bit overwhelmed by the sudden crowd. He must be a good host and give attention freely and equally, but to whom and in what order? Good grief.
First things first, the little hunter must give a name and get sorted out with Ariyoshi. And if the school boy does wander off with the other companion Tel will be left with...? Sonnen, the fortune teller, the hovering boy, or perhaps time to wander off to someone new? Over the hunter's shoulder Tel spotted Levant in a Spartan outfit making his entrance through the maze. The companion was more than fit enough to pull off the look, and was certainly much cleaner looking than last time. Tel suddenly remembered that he hadn't said one word during their first and only encounter thus far; that needed to be corrected.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 10:45 am
Keita/Ariyoshi Before Sonnen could speak the black-haired hunter he saw earlier popped by Tel's other arm. On closer inspection the boy wasn't a mix-breed as Ariyoshi had first suspected. Sure doesn't care himself like a Japanese he thought as he now openly stared at the... possibly even younger boy? Musta been raised abroad the thought saddened Ariyoshi as he could spot something like that from his own experiences with begin 'raised abroad' in any number of academy or boarding school. The boy was asking Tel if he could... "Borrow me?" A slightly mean 'hmph' slipped from Ariyoshi's lips after hearing that. Like I am clothing to be borrowed! He had half a mind to completely ignore this boy, but just as he felt his mean streak take over, Sonnen took his hand and kissed it. "A-Ah!" he yelped in surprise. The aura of anger slipping away as he stared wide-eyed at the smirking vampire before him.
"Dobro pozhalovat..." Ariyoshi mouthed perfectly as Sonnen offered up a translation. He had only heard a little Russian before, but the deep rich smooth voice that greeted him just now could ONLY speak Russian and he wouldn't care. There went the 'If he only spoke Russian he wouldn't get any clients' hypothesis. "Ahh..." he felt himself blushing madly and finally retrieved his hand from Sonnen,"Thank you for the warm welcome." As he was basking in the strange aura that was Sonnen, the beautiful fortuneteller walked up. A closer view showed that it was indeed a man behind those beautiful robes and he's speaking intimately with Sonnen! Ariyoshi had no clue what they were speaking of, but again, this was a spectator sport. Lover's spat maybe? as Ariyoshi entertained several ideas as to what that was on about, the Fortuneteller left as quickly as he'd come. THAT'S far from over.
He turned his momentarily stolen attention back to Tel who was speaking with the little imp. Listening to Tel's introduction Ariyoshi found this was another person he didn't know,"Ah, then may I ask for your name, good hunter?" No hint of irritation could be found on Ariyoshi's face since Sonnen had put a stop to his foul mood. He gave a slight bow to the hunter then turned back to Tel. Tel's emerald green gaze had caught sight of a Brunette Spartan that just made his way through the maze. Now who is this? A Companion or Client... oh I do wish I had some sort of LIST the guessing game that was his night tonight, while slightly entertaining, was frustrating since he couldn't make a fair assessment of the Companions. He caught eyes with Tel and smirked,"It seems it is not my choice. I cannot seem to hold your interest tonight." He smiled genuinely and nodded towards the Leader of the Spartans, "Please, you're excused." I suppose they have to find a way to spend their time when not entertaining Clients... the idea amused Ariyoshi to no end.
Love triangles, Lover's spats, Betrayal, Seduction, any number of other passion charged would sure to blossom in an environment filled to the brim with young beautiful people. At that moment his mind wandered to the MIA Lady Usagi. Ariyoshi unabashedly looked over the small hunter body. Cute, small frame. Typical of a Japanese. He sighed inwardly, but decided to play along for the moment. This... possibly won't be as boring as he initially thought. At least as long as they stayed here near the festivities and drama he'd have something interesting to watch. "You may... borrow me for a moment, yes," he walked over to the boy and offered his arm to take the lead. He felt as if the boy was younger than him and at the very least, they were about the same height and the boy was more timid than Ariyoshi could ever be. He spared one more glance at Sonnen wondering how he would take this... strange apology by the fortuneteller.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 5:07 pm
**Theodore**Tel** What in the hell just happened? One minute he was playing the good host and the next he was "excused" for not being attentive enough? The little phantom was positively boggled. And Ariyoshi had already stepped off with the other companion before he even gave his name, so Tel couldn't say anything to try and save face. No saying "the spartan over there is our companion Levant who I can introduce you to." Nothing. His face turned stone cold blank as that small bite of rejection raised his walls back up hard and fast.
Tel gazed around the party without really seeing anything for a long moment. Soon enough however he remembered that he was still standing next to Sonnen and the others. The marksman glanced at them, only then realizing that the fortune teller had returned to his table. Ah, witnesses to his embarrassing dismissal. Bloody lovely. Manners told him to say something, anything, to the vampire and magician, but the playfulness the costume had lent him was gone and his long habit of silence now had a stranglehold on his tongue.
Touching a finger to the brim of his top hat, Tel turned away from the pair in defeat and did his best to disappear into the crowd of the party. Let the silent magician and the vampire who doesn't speak English have a nice little conversation on their own. Bah. The tiny contortionist wove expertly through the bodies going no where in particular. He really didn't feel like talking to anyone at the moment and just circled and circled without engaging with anyone.
When he'd walked off a good bit of his stewing, which really didn't take that long, Tel finally looked around to see where he'd ended up. Not that far from where he'd started actually; circles tend to do that. Surprisingly, Levant hadn't gotten very far either, the companion was only a few paces away. Suddenly a heavy hand on his shoulder spun him around. A large man in a skeleton costume reached for Tel as a princess and a pimp giggled next to him. "What's behind the mask little one?" the skeleton leered at him. The marksman raised his cane to brush away the hand, "Allow a gentleman his secrets sir." The skeleton growled as he batted the cane aside, "But I wanna SEE!" In a rush the big man had scooped Tel up in a bear hug with one arm. Rank breath that reeked of alcohol washed over him as the other hand knocked off his top hat. The contortionist squirmed futilely against the man, "Unhand me!" The skeleton just laughed at him and reached for the mask, "Nope, I get what I want." With those words the skull before him transformed into the sneering face of Henry. At that Tel completely lost it and shrieked, "LET ME GO!"
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 5:49 pm
**Thiago**Davi**
Othello rewarded Davi's enthusiasm with a stream of giggles that made the pop star's face break into a wide grin. This one was cute, if intimidating when doing his fortune telling thing. What a combination! Davi was quickly pulled back into the story Othello was weaving as the companion continued to turn cards. Ah, compliments! Yes, yes, creative and charming and so much more! Shut up ego. Well, he certainly was expecting at least good conversation while visiting Guilty Pleasures; an expectation that had yet to be disappointed.
Well, that's not very nice. The pop star really hoped he wasn't that hateful. But he had to admit that sometimes he wished all the mess that came with his career would just piss off. And that mess was people. Of course his label and managers were constantly trying to tell him what to do, how to be a star. As if he didn't have a world wide fan base and was still selling out venues eight years into his career! But no, they always had "suggestions" on how to "amp it up" and "stay relevant." Most of which were scandalous in nature. He's fired a few managers in the past and now had a pretty good one who just did her job like he wanted her to, but there was no getting rid of the label. Poor Tiffany was constantly caught between their demands and his stubbornness. How the hell was he supposed to get structure with his career? Davi was always on the move at odd and long hours. Next card. He was rich; he could support himself and an army of people for a lifetime on his current income and savings. He had to disagree that money was a curse however. Sure it had its own problems, but it also made so many disappear. And he had managed to subdue some of the hate that is automatically piled on the rich by giving very generously to various charities throughout his career.
Waitaminute is that a reaper?! Davi froze as his eyes locked on the card laying before him. Then Othello's voice oozed into his consciousness, "Death, reversed." Reversed? That means life! Yes! The pop star let out the breath he didn't know he had been holding and listened carefully. Move on to something new eh? It can't possibly be suggesting that he retire can it? Davi loved his job. Check that, he loved singing and all the money and everything he could do with that money. The thought of leaving it all behind squirmed in him like the magic worm at the bottom of the tequila bottle. The pop star had already had a very long career; especially given the business he was in. And he had always known that this wasn't something he'd grow old doing. Not like those pitiful old rock stars who still tried to headbang in their rocking chairs. The last card seemed to be urging him down this line of thinking. Retire and sit on his mountains of money and have some real fun again. Not like now when he had to run away from his life just to relax and enjoy himself. But he was still hesitant. Maybe in a couple more years.
After the last card had been read the intense version of Othello blinked out of existence. Davi was about to thank and compliment the companion when the other excused himself and quickly left. What the hell? What couldn't wait two minutes for them to wrap it up? Davi twisted in his seat to watch the fortune teller float through the crowd. The man in the Japanese costume stopped at a tall vampire and leaned in to whisper something. Ah, not what, but who. Just as quickly as he left, Othello returned to the little table. Davi stood once more as the fortune teller approached and asked, "I hope everything is alright?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 6:21 pm
~ていし Teishi~ Dustry Chevalier
Dustry smiled warmly, despite himself feeling incredibly embarrassed. "I am known here as Teishi." Dustry said smoothly. He could sense that the phantom seemed more or less... what was the word... boggled by the entire experience? Who wouldn't be? He's introducing the client to somebody, then another companion comes up and 'borrows' the client. Well, who wouldn't be a bit frightened at the moment?
The unfamiliar name rolled through Dustry's head slightly. Ariyoshi? What an interesting name. The young hunter took Ariyoshi's arm and pulled him ever so gently away from the phantom Tel, who seemed to stalk away. A young looking magician behind him followed quietly. Wow... Tel already has a stalker? Dustry wondered, but he didn't look over his shoulder after that.
"So, Ariyoshi, was it?" Dustry began making small talk, something that he very much lacked at. "How are you enjoying your visit to Guilty Pleasures? I can only assume that you are new here, ne?" Dustry added a bit of his foreign tongue to his sentence. Hopefully, the Japanese boy would pick-up on that and not find it as a lame attempt to gain attention. It had been so long since Dustry had actually spoken Japanese, and he just found it a relief that another like him had come. Well, there was probably a lot more Japanese people here, but Ariyoshi was the first that Dustry had ever seen.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 7:44 pm
Keita/Ariyoshi Ariyoshi had turned away before he saw Tel's stunned face. "Teishi..." Ariyoshi let the name play over and over again in his mind. He thought up all the possible meanings of the word quickly, but found that 'exhibition' fit the best. He smirked at the thought of an exhibitionist in Guilty Pleasure The irony alone will kill me. He giggled aloud, but didn't explain the random outburst then turned to listen to Teishi. His right eye might have twitched as the insufferable 'ne' was added to the end of Teishi's sentence. He closed his eyes for a moment and chose his next words carefully.
He decided the next words would be in Japanese. If this boy uses 'ne' he has to know the language he sure hoped so or this conversation would be very short. "" he spoke quickly but quietly in his native tongue and sure hoped the little hunter could keep up,"" Always the businessman, Ariyoshi wanted to know why this random intrusion on his escort.
This was the first time in quite a long time that he had spoken Japanese. It felt nice really. When Ariyoshi had to speak to his father he'd normally speak in English despite his father's replies being in Japanese. He knew his father spoke English so it wasn't really a bother to him. Mostly it just ticked the old man off. Ariyoshi's mind drifted back to his limo and wondered if his father had called him at all since he'd been on the grounds Probably. The old fart. I'm so sick of him. his thoughts were mean towards his father, but never filled with hate.
Just as his mind began to set into thoughts of his home a loud ruckus came from afar. He whirled around to see Tel being assaulted by a rather impressively large man. He looked panicked, but the other man refused to let him go. "What the HELL is going on?!" Ariyoshi quickly yelled at the person grabbing Tel, "What is the meaning of you assaulting my Companion!" Though he still didn't make up his mind about Tel yet, it seemed like the best way to get the neanderthal off of the young phantom. He glared angrily at the far larger man, but still kept a hand on Teishi, practically dragging him along for the ride.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 11:38 pm
~ていし Teishi~ Dustry Chevalier
Dustry smirked as he listened to the slightly older boy. He was using Japanese, just as the younger boy had prompted. It had been almost eleven years since Dustry had spoken Japanese. Being adopted and raised by a French family in France, Japanese wasn't a very common language in that part of Europe, or any part for that matter.
"Hai, watashi hasoregaanatano yosou ni sotta koto ureshi i. {I am glad that it has met your expectations.}" Dustry bowed slightly. A full sentence after eleven years. Not bad. He was already ready to answer the boy's next question, since the question itself had been playing repeatedly like a broken record in Dustry's head. "Well... I am sort of new here, and have yet to see another pure-blood, or a Japanese man for that matter, at this mansion." Dustry shrugged his shoulders. "It seems that... you are rather unpleased by this. Correct me if I'm wrong."
The ruckus caught Dustry's attention as his head spun to look in the direction of Tel being assaulted by a rather large skeleton looking thing. The black haired boy usually would have ignored such an encounter, but Ariyoshi was already dragging him along towards the fight. You're kidding me, this kid is insane! Dustry thought, but he decided to help out a bit. He pulled a small dagger out of his pocket and slipped it up his sleeve. "Do you mind letting our friend go?" Dustry asked in a very smooth tongue as to not agitate the far taller man. The man was... incredibly taller than he was. Was he really picking a fight?
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 6:33 pm
~Lorentz | Лоренц. One thing Walenty did not have on his list of things to do today was get lost in a frickin' huge hedge maze. When he and Adalric had first entered it, the blonde had thought of nothing but, 'Oh, this will be a cinch.' Now, one hour later, he could only think of, 'I'M SO ******** LOST AND IT'S MAKING ME ANGRY.' Every corner that the pair had rounded almost always turned into a dead end. That or some sort of trick that the Madam had planted in the aggravating maze. Besides the annoyance of not being to find their way out, the lad was frightened to go around any turn without first looking around the corner to see what was ahead. He wasn't proud of the fact that he was easy to scare. The boy had jumped so many times already that he was beginning to get a damned headache. So far they'd encountered a few spider webs, fake knives jutting out of the walls, rustling branches, more than several holograms, and two people hired to scare the guests shitless. The first stalker had literally chased Walenty around for a good three minutes with Adalric calmly following behind. As much as the old man knew it was wrong, he couldn't help but to laugh at his master's yelps and screams. On the second guy that had jumped at them, Walenty had abruptly kicked his foot out and whacked the man in his groin in shock. Needless to say, nobody else had bothered to chase them around.
After about the millionth hologram scare, the teenager plopped down on the grass to catch his breath. "This is just ridiculous, Adalric. And I am pretty sure we are the only ones having this much trouble in here." He glanced up at the old butler who was looking up towards the darkening sky, not really expecting an answer. There was hardly ever one, really, but the young one didn't mind one bit. He set his wooden walking cane to his side and drew his knees up to his chest and buried his face into his brown slacks. It was actually more comfortable than he had thought. Normally, his glasses would prevent him from burying his face into anything, but, he had removed them for his Halloween costume. Now the lad could see around with the help of grey coloured contacts. Not that seeing anything was helping them out of this maze right now, anyway.
While he rested, the boy could hear people walking a few rows over every few minutes. He had no idea who they were. And he had no clue which way they were going. All the teenager heard was their footsteps and sometimes a sudden gasp at a scare. The two had stopped trying to figure out how to get to the people ages ago after they agreed that it was doing nothing but making them more entangled in the maze's grasp. Walenty looked at his brown leather shoes and brushed off some grass blades that had stuck on them. What do they do now? This whole maze thing was just making him feel stupid. It shouldn't be this hard. At all. At. All. Maybe he could get Adalric to prop him up on his shoulders so he could see over the hedges? No, the walls were still too tall. And Walenty doubted the antique's strength. He stood, straightened his checkered trenchcoat, and retrieved his cane from the ground. No use in sitting here; that definitely wouldn't get them anywhere.
"Onward, my dear Watson!" Almost playfully, Walenty stuck out his right foot and began a silly little march right around the nearest corner. Not even five seconds had passed before a sharp cry was heard and he came running back to where he sat. Adalric doubled over in rich laughter. It was answered with a quick smack by the boy's deerstalker hat, but it well worth the giggle. "Byłoby zaskakujące jeśli widział jeden że rozmiar też!¹" the teenager retorted in angry Polish, cramming his dyed black hair back into the cap. He had honestly hated, hated dying his hair and definitely planned on dying it back to its natural colour after tonight. But, being the perfectionist he is, the lad had to change everything in order to portray himself as Sherlock Holmes. Well, maybe he wasn't being exactly perfect with this costume: Walenty absolutely refused to cut his hair. He figured he could just tuck it up into Sherlock's infamous hat to make it look short and he was set. You wouldn't believe the look of relief on the blonde's face when he found out that it was true.
"I apologize, my dear sir. But, you just prove to be too hilarious tonight. I cannot help but to have a good laugh at your misfortune." Adalric covered his crinkling mouth with a gloved hand. He decided to quickly change the subject, however, before he was berated. Stroking his grey mustache, the old man asked, "How do you suppose we get out of this, sir?"
Walenty did have one idea, but it was just ridiculous. And it was just sort of childish, as well. But, really, he could think of no other way out of this silly predicament. So, glancing over at the aged butler, the blonde smiled and said, "It's quite elementary." Jerking his belt in frustration, the boy stood up straight and placed his hands around his mouth. And with the loudest voice he could muster, he yelled over the rows of the maze's hedges: "WE'RE LOST IN THIS GODDAMNED MAZE AND CAN'T GET OUT. SOMEBODY HELP US."
¹It would be surprising if you saw one that size too!.В. Киева | W. Kieva~
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 10:06 pm
**Theodore**Tel** "What is this, the munchkin brigade?" the skeleton growled at the two intruders. "Why don't you two toddle off to your mommies and leave me and pipsqueak here to our fun," he commanded as he turned away dismissively. The princess/pimp entourage cooed and waved goodbye to the pair and promptly ignored them as the skeleton had. Tel dangled listlessly in his grasp, his face slack and eyes glazed and far away.
The companion was no longer present at the Halloween party. Instead he was once again working the stage in a dark and smoky strip joint surrounded by men reaching out to stuff dollars in his g-string. One hand that reached was empty until it wrapped itself around his arm. Suddenly he was pulled into the lap of a man who could only be described as a bloated rat. Limp dark hair hung around a thin sallow face. Glittering black eyes pierced Tel as pale lips twisted into an approximation of a smile. A huge belly took up most of the lap that Tel found himself laying across awkwardly. "Why don't we find someplace private and see what you can really do?" Henry's voiced hissed terrifyingly at him.
The bouncers arrived at that moment and lifted Tel out of the clutches of the beast. "There's no touching the dancers sir, you'll have to leave," one of the two demanded, but without any force behind it. Henry rose anyway with a wave of his hand, "You know your boss will let me back in tomorrow night." It was true, the rat greased the owners hand liberally to avoid a permanent ban. "Let the boy decide for himself how he wants to earn his money," he continued silkily. "What do you say little one?"
Tel froze in horror. Henry had to pay generously to retain his entrance to the joint because he had a well earned reputation. One of the boys at the strip club had taken the rat up on his offer and disappeared for three days only to return heavily bruised and a shell of his former self. Tel had asked around among the other strippers about Henry. No one wanted to talk. The ones who had been with Henry were scared for their lives, and the ones who had avoided his desire only repeated rumors that he was an extremely sick sadist.
"No," Tel whispered, staring at the floor. The rat's face twisted gruesomely before quickly settling back into a thin smile. "No matter. I always get what I want," he promised before making his leave. Tel was too scared to go home that night and spent it at the club. The next evening he scanned the crowd carefully before each of his routines, but Henry was not to be seen. At the end of his shift he left for home. On a dark corner just down the block from the club Henry was waiting for him. "I assume you've reconsidered?" the rat oozed. Tel ran for his life.
He didn't sleep at all that night, jumping at every footstep the came down the hallway outside of his small apartment. Instead he just paced relentlessly between the door where he would check and recheck the lock and the window where he would peek down at the street from behind the relative safety of the curtain. On one of his rotations at the curtain he noticed a man standing on the sidewalk across from his window. The man was still there on the next round, and the next, and the next. Finally the figure looked up at him and waved. Tel dropped to the floor as his chest heaved in a desperate panic. It was one of the goons that regularly joined Henry at the strip club.
Tel blindly packed a bag and grabbed his stash of cash out of a cookie jar in the kitchen cupboard. It was now midday and the streets outside the front entrance of the apartment building were fairly crowded with pedestrians. Tel's window face the back of the building, so he didn't know if there was someone waiting for for him out front, but it was a safe assumption that there was. He kept his head down and tried to stick to the center of the thickest portions of the crowds. No one accosted him and he caught the first bus out of town. At first he didn't have a destination beyond simply getting as far away as possible as quickly as possible. Once Tel felt he was a relatively safe distance away he began to try and figure out a more permanent plan.
The now former stripper knew that Henry could be relentless in his pursuit. It was said that it was useless to turn him down. Of course he had no idea how far Henry would go to acquire his prize, but it wasn't something he was willing to risk. The rat had the kind of money to make what he wanted to happen come true. While mulling the problem over in a diner Tel remembered a conversation he had overheard at the strip club. He had been giving a lap dance to another patron just behind Henry when the rat began complaining loudly about an organization that had recently rejected his bid for entrance. Apparently the "Madame" of one "Guilty Pleasures" had informed the man that while his money was good enough for most places, she simply didn't, and would never, have a "companion" suitable for his desires.
After continuing to belittle the Madame with a stream of vulgarities, Henry suggested that one of his friends attempt to gain entrance and gave the location of the mansion compound. Now this sounded like a plan. A completely ridiculous and impossible plan, but his safest haven if he could gain entrance. Tel had spent weeks and almost all of his money on the journey. Comfortingly, the great escape had awakened him once again to life and the fact that he wanted to live it. After his parent's death he had merely floated along, barely remembering to care for himself much less really live.
But nothing after that night in the club when Henry first propositioned him was in his mind at this moment. No, now, within the skeleton's clutches, he was staring at the rat, standing on the edge of a cliff with nothing but darkness below, as that evil voice reminded him, "I always get what I want."
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 10:29 pm
~ていし Teishi~ Dustry Chevalier
Dustry's red eyes seemed to darken a bit, some genetic eye thing that happens whenever he gets angry. His mother had been able to do it, and his grandmother, and her mother, and her mother still. That had left Dustry thinking, was he really a girl, then? But none of that was on his mind. What was on his mind was the incredibly crazy looking skeleton grabbing a hold of Tel, who Ariyoshi seemed to take a great liking to. Of course, Dustry would usually have just ignored this, but in order to keep a Client happy a Companion should oblige to their request. And right now, the older boy didn't seem like the fighter type. However, despite his size, Dustry could handle himself, even if it meant that he would walk out with a few missing teeth or a black eye.
"Sir, I'll call the Madam down to have you out of here unless you unhand our dear Companion." Dustry hissed menacingly. His naturally sharper canines seemed to make him look like a real vampire, but again, it was just a genetic thing. A low growl escaped his lips as the skeleton called him a 'munchkin'. "Hey, you're not a Client, are you?" Dustry asked, although he was pretty sure this person wasn't. Hello, no Client treated any Companion this way unless they hated their guts or something, but even then, they would just find another Companion, right? There was something that incredibly pissed him off about this guy.
But what the skeleton had said afterwards had hit the black haired boy hard in the heart. When he was smaller, before he was kidnapped, he would always run to his mother when he wasn't accepted or hurt. Just a few months ago, he had seen in the obituaries a woman with his last name who met her description perfectly. Stabbed to death by her husband. Now he would never be able to see her again. But instead of crying like any normal sad child would do, Dustry had just looked at the paper and burned it. Great, right? But this was just tradition in his family... burning things.
A quick shake of his head brought Dustry back to reality from his mental jabbering and flashbacks. This guy, even though Dustry didn't know Tel very well, he wasn't going to allow this guy to have his way. The younger boy flipped the blade out of his sleeve, raising it to near his eye-level. "Sir, if you don't step away from Tel, I will have no choice but to have you removed by force, do you understand?" He growled.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 10:40 pm
Noir Louvre The young magician watched quietly as the Companion called Tel walked away from the others, a look of dejection almost plain on his face. Noir saw his chance to strike up a conversation, so he began to walk over. But just before he was able to say anything more than, "Hey-" a skeleton had taken ahold of the Companion and was almost threatening him in a strange-way. Noir backed off a bit, a tad frightened by the sudden appearance of the obvious party-crasher.
Just when Noir was about to walk away, since he figured that none of that was his business, he noticed the two boys from earlier, the vampire hunter and the school boy, walking up to the party. The school boy was asking questions in a more than just angry way, and was dragging the hunter behind him. Poor kid, but a gleaming object disappearing up his sleeve caught Noir's attention. A dagger? Could it possibly be that Companions were allowed to carry weapons? Soon, even the younger boy began threatening the skeleton, who was clearly taller and much larger than they were. Even the skeleton's... erm... roadies... were taller than they were. The skeleton's retort brought a strange look upon the youngest boy's face. A look of regret or sadness? Possibly. But soon, even that look disappeared as the glistening object came into view by the boy's face. It was, in fact, a dagger. But even with the weapon, Noir was sure that the boy wasn't going to win. Taking a deep breath, he stepped into the argument, quietly but surely.
"Could you call me a munchkin, then?" Noir asked, appearing behind the two young boys. He was a good seven inches taller than they were, so calling him a munchkin was quite a long shot. But then again, this man was still taller than he was. Was he really, seriously getting involved in something so early? He only hoped that the Madam wouldn't kick him out of the mansion for fighting. Jace
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 11:29 pm
Keita/Ariyoshi "As I said," Ariyoshi continued cooly, "I chose this Companion to be mine for the evening and here at Guilty Pleasures, first come, first served. So I suggest you relinquish my escort." Though he tried to keep his tone even he spoke loudly as to alert guards to this location. Surely there are GUARDS in this place his mind hissed. He was amazed it'd gone this long without someone beating the crap out of this guy. Ah well, I'll have to do for now. Hopefully I could outwit this a*****e before Tel gets hurt. He looked over the grotesque skeletal figure, "I wonder how a ghastly man like you even got INTO Guilty Pleasures. You'd think they'd keep out the scum, but I guess sometimes it slips through the cracks," he put a hand over his mouth and laughed quietly at the man's expense.
Ariyoshi released Teishi when he also began to speak. Come now, Teishi. Falling for such an easy bait as that one will get you nowhere. He himself had ignored the 'munchkin' comment. Of course he was short. He was sixteen and Japanese! You don't really get much shorter. He had, however, taken great note of the small dagger Teishi now wielded expertly though. Ariyoshi took steps towards the aggressor to hopefully avoid any bloodshed If any should be spilt, it'll be okay if it's mine. he smirked as he approached the man I'd sue this guy till all he owned WAS that idiotic costume. The party had gone so smoothly up until that point too... a little interpersonal drama, a maze, dazzling people, "Honestly, party crashers are so passe. I'm sure ONE of you is a Client, but all three of you riffraff? Don't make me laugh."
He looked over the other two. A slutty princess and a detestable pimp, "Which one of you three is the actual Client? I would have words with you for associating with such trash." He rolled his expressive black eyes and continued his taunt, "To think ANY of you hold some sort of station to grant you the money and reputation to enter these premises, it's enough to make one vomit," Ariyoshi commented in a slightly exasperated voice then spat at their feet. He was trying aiming for mildly annoyed with his attitude. If he got too angry, the three ruffians would surely get the better of him. One of them's gotta snap and then I'll have them. Tel'll be able to escape... please! he looked at the boy. Though it didn't seem as if he'd been injured physically... it seemed he and this man had a history... a rather dark one. Maybe all this taunting will awaken Tel himself. Show him that he doesn't have to put up with this sort of treatment!
Finally! Another person! his mind reeled at the idea that more than just a pair of teenagers were going to try and take on this mammoth of a man. He spared the other person a glance. A magician, not sure on race but voice put him at European... French perhaps. Now that he thought of it, Teishi sounded similar. Tch That second degree in Language Studies sure comes in handy... Ariyoshi's mind wandered as it always did. Picking up on little things like this at a time like this were all but pointless, but he couldn't help himself. He HAD to know everything about everyone around him. At any point he may need to know this information. He was getting sick of this game. The odds were against him anyway even with the backing of Teishi and this new magician. Hoping to strike a cord, Ariyoshi suddenly growled at the besieged Phantom.
"C'mon Tel! Don't let this worthless protoplasm do this to you in your own home!"
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