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 Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2018 6:48 pm
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xxxx♩ ♢ Chester Nightingale ♢ ♩xxxx
xxxxThe Fun-sized DJ / Beatboxerxxxx
I shall make you the slave to my pounding beats...”
Residence: 1208 Pasadena Housing District ┊Occupation: Neon Lights DJ / Beatboxer
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Wait, was Synne asking for a date? Chester was a bit hesitant about romantic dates, more so with the heartbreak that he received from the bad luck with women. Jessie was his first love then Aileen had to leave Soleil because of personal matters, so he feared that the same thing may happen with Synne. That train of thought was pushed aside by the tease, and he was not amused. He pouted, "I'm actually 21 despite my appearance, so I'm definitely old enough to drink. But I don't drink alcohol that much," he responded. Besides, he also had the driver's license exam to look forward to so that he could drive the scooter.
"So, what do you usually do during dates?" he questioned, being curious. Perhaps, having a friendly date wouldn't be so bad, though the happiness would just be temporary. Besides, he just wouldn't want to be in a romantic relationship with women just yet, not when he still remembered the pain of being separated from the girls who entered his life only to walk away when things weren't according to plan.
₪± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ₪Location: Neon LightsStatus: SingleMood: a bit pissed, also hesitantCompany: everyone inside the area (talking to Synne)Money: $120.00 (Wallet); $1375.00 (Bank)OOC: Sorry for the late reply. |
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2018 9:13 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2019 5:06 pm
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Home: 1216 Pasadena
Clothes/Vehicle: Birthday Girl ||| Street Queen
Money:$1000 ||| Status
Ooc:
Carmen sat bar side, slender legs crossed at the ankles as she watched the crowd pulse to the music's tempo. She was waiting on her first drink as she posted on charmblr, the most mischievous of snickers drifting from her lips. With the weather this week she nearly expected her birthday to be ruined- but with the blue moon's energizing presence above the clouds the wolf felt unstoppable. Half turning her head, the dancer grabbed for the tall frosted glass sat on the coaster at her side and tipped it to her lips, unflinching at the bitter flavors over her taste buds. Carmen smirked. She supposed she was unstoppable, about as much as she always had been; that meant without Felix too, but she should have never questioned that. Still, for a while, it had felt like the world stopped and herself with it, powerless to breath unless he was giving her the air to do so. A small shuttering breath met the room, disappearing behind flailing bodies oblivious to worldly pain.
But she had broken those shackles, hadn't she? Not that they were 'bad' shackles, she had willingly been in love with him. Still...Carmen shook her head. Doctor Xeven helped her wet her feet again- in more than one sense. She wasn't going to let it wear off not even twenty-four hours later! Half her drink disappeared as the dancer wrapped up her business on her phone, letting her sibling know around what time she'd be arriving. A couple hours from now, a little after midday. She swore not to show up drunk, but she wasn't going to not drink at all. Duh, bar and club setting? Tipping the bartender, Carmen slipped down from her seat and drifted through the other partiers. Surprisingly, or then again- unsurprisingly, it wasn't especially crowded on a weekday morning, but it was enough. She found an empty spot, shaking her hips and twirling under the neon lights, eyes shut as she synchronized to the cadency.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2019 7:08 pm
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「 Ｆｅｌｉｘxxx Ｕｅｈａｒａ 」
↪ The Cunning Snake ↩
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What a drag! The weather had been complete s**t all day! While the temperature wasn’t cold enough to completely harm or hinder this mischievous snake, he still had a huge dislike for such stormy condition. He knew he should’ve just stayed at home, but he had been cooped up inside for days now. Felix wanted to get out and do something. He had walked in the rain for a while before he ended up on Neon Light’s front entrance. Now how long had it been since he had a decent drink? Hell, the sneaky son of a b***h couldn’t even remember. Slipping through the front doors, the blaring music and the constant thumping of the bass greeted the tall male with a loud embrace. There wasn’t a huge crowd this morning since, well, it was morning on a weekday! Not to mention the stupid storm that was brewing above the city. Still, even with a scarce-ish audience, the club still found a way to be lively.
Running his fingers through his wet azure colored locks, Felix made his way over to the bar to get started up on his first round of shots. If anything could warm this reptilian-like boy, it would be good ol’ whiskey! The amber colored liquid made it easy for the snake to warm up from the inside out. Calling over the bartender, the ex-convict ordered his 3 shots just as a warm-up. The longer he decided to stay, the more drinks he’d get. He had quickly downed the 3 whiskey shots with ease, letting the liquor flow through him. The slight burning sensation that the alcohol had given off was a good friend when beating the slight chill that Felix had gained from being out in the rain.
Now, what was there to do? Even with a small crowd, a good little round of pick-pocketing would still be an easy task - especially on the dancefloor. Should he do that? As the b*****d debated over his options, crimson orbs landed onto a twirling little piece of eye candy. ” Dancin’ alone, eh? Hmm… “ With a sly smirk, Felix decided to make her his first target. She seemed easy enough. All that dancing around might make her oblivious to her surroundings~
Slithering out of his seat, the tall snakey boi made his move. Pushing through the people on the dancefloor, he made long and slow strides until he ended up in the girl’s presence. He was gonna do the good ol’ “slide through” excuse as a way to get close to those pockets of hers, but right before he made that move, a drunkard from a small group and ran into him, practically shoving him towards the tiny dancer. ” s**t! “ Looks like the ex-convict had lost his criminal touch!
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◎ MOOD: Mischevious | Annoyedxxx◎ COMPANY: Tiny Dancer xxx◎ HOUSE: 1419 Douxxxx◎ OOC:xxx
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2019 1:50 am
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Home: 1216 Pasadena
Clothes/Vehicle: Birthday Girl ||| Street Queen
Money:$1000 ||| Status
Ooc: LMAO I just realized your Felix and her ex Felix share the same name- Hopefully it wont get mixed up who she was referring to
She felt eyes on her, but she was used to that- her career and all. The music pressed in until the world seemed to sink away, slow and methodical, like a mirage. She radiated with heat, even in her own space, the faster she spun and gyrated. Carmen was lost- impassioned in dance as she had always been. She, in that moment, missed the stage, the leaps and pirouettes, the whistle of air through her hair. She moved too fast to breath, dipping this way and that, her lips parted with each breath, and a growing smile. The ballet dancer could imagine Felix's eyes on her, serious and intense, but so admiring...So deep, what was there to do but soar through those grey storm clouds he guarded his secrets behind? The alcohol took her deeper, muting out the background until it was undeniably…Right on top of her.
Nostrils flaring, the wolf turned and caught the six foot eight male, her strength and senses especially infallible on a blue moon. Hm. Not as tall as Doctor Xeven, but he had some height on him- notably so. Was it especially hard for a man his size to go unnoticed? Carmen nearly thought not and yet- Her lips turned upward to one side as she snorted, supporting the cerulean haired stranger with one hand. "Is that what you call a dance move or did you just fall for me?" Asked the motorcycle enthusiast, her fingers curled against her lips to contain her laughter. Did he slip on a drink, or...? She hadn't been paying that much attention, but at least enough to know he hadn't been around just a few minutes ago when she started dancing. Licking her lips, Carmen stepped back in hopes her sudden guest would have balanced his weight by then, her hands overlaying her pockets as her thumbs tucked into the bely loops of her shorts. She drummed her thighs. "Lucky I helped you save face just now, Casanova."
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2019 2:53 pm
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「 Ｆｅｌｉｘxxx Ｕｅｈａｒａ 」
↪ The Cunning Snake ↩
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Okay, it looked like Felix’s plan to swipe wallets out of people’s pockets was definitely a no-go! The snake had thought that he was going to squish the poor woman before him, but it seemed like that wouldn’t be the case for tonight. Surprisingly, the girl was pretty damn strong! There’s no way she was human! Taking in a few whiffs of the scents that wafted in the air, he had tried to pinpoint what this tiny woman could have been but unfortunately couldn't. There were too many people, too many creatures in this damn club. Even with the crowd being a smaller amount than usual, it wasn’t clear enough to his snake-like senses to pick anything specific up. If Allix was here, she’d probably be able to tell what this violet haired female was.
Since his smooth cover was sadly blown, Felix just shot a little smirk before gaining back his balance, brushing his clothes off. ” For someone who’s such a good dancer, I thought you’d know this new dance move called: “Face falling”. It’s totally in now, Twinkle-toes~ “ That was such a lame a** joke, he honestly should’ve been punched for it. Oh well, at least he was starting a conversation. Might as well go and act like he totally wasn’t trying to rob her blind. ” Anywaaays… “ Crimson eyes shameless traveled up and down her body, both getting a good look at her attire and her body structure. Nice, very nice. She’d be on his bang list if he wasn’t living with his annoying sister. Maybe it was a sign to get a job and find his own place? Even though he had been out of the damn slammer for so long, living with Allix was still a damn prison. No more weapons. No taking her motorcycle out for a drive. No nothin’! ” ...Something special going on tonight? Or maybe you just dolled yourself up randomly on a rainy a** day. “
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◎ MOOD: Mischeviousxxx◎ COMPANY: Tiny Dancer xxx◎ HOUSE: 1419 Douxxxx◎ OOC:xxx
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2019 4:59 pm
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Home: 1216 Pasadena
Clothes/Vehicle: Birthday Girl ||| Street Queen
Money:$1000 ||| Status
Ooc:
Carmen leaned to one side. enough to peek behind the tall male for an...escort of sorts. After all, it wasn't common for a man in a club not to have a female on one arm or both- not if they were pleasing to the eye and alone. She might have expected, even, to see a table of other guys not afar off watching to see how his interactions went- rooting for him from a distance. The lupine wasn't sensing any other pairs or eyes on them, nor did she observe any bystanders that could belong to the carmine orbed pick pocket. With a subtle outward push of her lip that lasted all of seconds, Carmen straightened, drumming her fingers against one cheek and turning at the waist to look from left from right. When she landed on Felix again her hand dropped downward, psalm up and pointing at him with one polished nail. "Funny, only person I see doing it is you." But she was only poking fun, cocking her head as he began to gateway a new subject.
Carmen waited for him to satiate his male gaze, her expression neatly painted on in pleasant presentation. This? Her dolled up in this? While it was a differentiation to her usual style she wouldn't say it was fancy by her standards- it was much less revealing. Still, she took a compliment for a compliment..."This isn't so dolled at all, I'd have put on something really special if I knew I were running into you. It's my birthday, though, since you asked." The bluenette retorted with a small smile, weaving left as some people danced through. She would have worn a tiara to commiserate the day, but even she wasn't that dramatic. "And you, sir- I'm Carmen, by the way, do you find yourself here on a day like today out of sheer curiosity? You couldn't have expected to find much.' Returned she, one hip emphasized as she moved her weight to the other. Why would anyone show up on a day like this- it was worth the exchange to know, if it lent her inside to run into him again...or avoid doing so, depending on how the experience went.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2019 10:10 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2019 8:04 am
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xxxx♩ ♢ Chester Nightingale ♢ ♩xxxx
xxxxThe Fun-sized DJ / Beatboxerxxxx
I shall make you the slave to my pounding beats...”
Residence: 1208 Pasadena Housing District ┊Occupation: Neon Lights DJ / Beatboxer
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Not so long ago, before Fisher's departure from his house after staying in Chester's adobe for a few days during the rainy weeks, there was the small friendship act that involved keeping a possession of their comrade's as a keepsake. The mushi was allowed to take one of many pairs of PJs that Chester has, and the orange-haired boy was given the button pin, which was then attached to the bulletin board attached to his bedroom wall. This was definitely one way of looking forward to their next meeting, perhaps after the DJ would pass the exams for his driver's license. The progress on studying was mostly steady, to say the least. Now, some time had passed and the weather's fine and dandy. Earlier in the day, Tiffany was given a walk throughout the Pasadena streets so that se would given some exercise, and then errands were taken care of.
Right now, it's late afternoon and the beats provided by the DJ himself for Neon Lights were ready. Nothing new, exactly, but the stuff had interchanged in the list. Chester was now currently fine-tuning his equipment to make sure that it was in good shape. Maintenance for his equipment was something he had to do periodically so that the machines would stay alive for a longer time. Nodding in satisfaction afterwards since the quality was okay in his standards, he then checked out the bar section, asking for a glass of water. Maybe Chester would like to have some drinks, but that would wait till nightfall.
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Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2019 5:40 am
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❛ Saeyong Joon ❜
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I'm feeling Uncertain || I'm speaking to No one || Where am I? Neon lights || What am I wearing? Sporty aesthetic
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From a boujee house back in Seoul to a 'sustainance' as he liked to call it. It wasn't too great but it was a fair change from the life he was trying to escape. It was even close to the beach, the waters that brought him calm and made it feel much like home. He didn't have much to complain about, especially after all the trouble he had put himself through to fake his death and start over. He kept his first name, Saeyong, it kind of stuck to him over the many years of dropping and adapting many different identities. This city reminded him much of the life he had left behind but he was looking forward to his new start and new means of experimentation.
With his clothes emanating his previous lifestyle, especially when he went out in public, with his zipped up windbreaker, black pants and matching shoes, he took a stroll around the city to find potential places he could see himself going to. Fingers ran through the freshly colored platinum hair, as his deep hues read the signs along the path. Had this been evening, he could as well find himself at a bar or nightclub which would make sense too, but he would still like to visit one and see if it was even worth his time.
Doors to the club swung open as the male took a step inside, curious hues scanning the place around as he noticed some setting things up for tonight and some cleaning. Maybe he should just come by later. Before he could turn around and leave, he spotted the bar and decided to take a look at his options first. If he was likely to frequent here, he would have to familiarize himself with his environment before he ever tried to lure a prey out. Close enough to the bar, he spotted a male taking a sip of water. As much as he would refrain from interaction with strangers unless he was in the mood for something, he took the liberty to crack a pun. "Might that be vodka?" he asked, his expressions as stone as ever.
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O.O.C.I apologize for the delay >A<
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Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2019 6:04 pm
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xxxx♩ ♢ Chester Nightingale ♢ ♩xxxx
xxxxThe Fun-sized DJ / Beatboxerxxxx
I shall make you the slave to my pounding beats...”
Residence: 1208 Pasadena Housing District ┊Occupation: Neon Lights DJ / Beatboxer
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The bartender was kind enough to provide him the glass of water. Chester was taking a slow sip, quenching his thirst, when the comment came about from someone else. Orange depths took in the sight of the newcomer; fair near-white hair, lilac eyes and the casual get up. The DJ put the glass down, feeling slightly amused with the words, "Close but not quite, sir. It's actually water, though I may ask the bartender to fix you a drink of your choosing under my tab if you want." To be fair, Chester was fine with some form of amusement, except when it was directed towards his height. He had grown a few inches, so hopefully, such commentary would die down by a huge margin. The DJ then went on with a few more questions, "So, are you a newcomer? In the mood for some fun via dancing and beats? My time to shine will come around later in regards to the music."
Thankfully, the cleaning tasks were done by then, so the patrons would drop by after a bit. That would be Chester's cue to get the party started, though that would be for later. For now, being with the company with a random stranger would help in passing the time. After all, that was one way to let out some steam after the studying sessions for his driver's license. Perhaps he should work on reconnecting with a few female acquaintances who would still be around, but he was not in the current mood for that. The pain of losing his love still lingered, though not as quite as much now unlike before.
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2019 2:14 am
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❛ Saeyong Joon ❜
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The male watched the other, as he placed his glass away. Sure enough, it was water, and not like he doubted him to begin with. He raised a brow at the smaller male's statement, almost wondering why he'd be so generous to him. They barely even knew each other. "Oh, I wouldn't burden you without even getting to know you first." he stated, his lips tugging onto a very slight smile, something he learned in his years of trying to mingle with the crowd around him. The male took the liberty to study him quietly, "A newcomer yes, although not a dancer...I do like beats and music though so I might just look forward to hearing you out when you're in your element." he would respond, eyes shifting shortly towards the bar behind them then back to him.
"You must be this club's main source of entertainment, I assume.." he would state, slipping an arm over to rest against the table as he shifted his posture to listen to him better. This man might have not been the peak of his interest, yet making some acquaintances was still a good idea.
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O.O.C.I apologize for the inconsistent replies, work is just so bothersome D:
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