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 Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 12:30 pm
~Lorentz | Лоренц. Ah, it was good to see that other people found their inspiration from books. Being quite the avid reader, Walenty recognized the Elven prince right away. He wouldn't be afraid to admit that the series wasn't a favourite of his, though, nor was the genre the series fell under. But, beside all of that, this man had an excellent outfit put together! From what the boy could remember, everything seemed pretty spot on, from the ornate leaf brooch to the quiver itself. The boy would have admired him verbally if he wasn't so irked at being lost in a simple maze.
"I suppose you are as lost here as I?" Oh, goody. A Captain Obvious. Isn't that what Walenty had just deafened the man with? Help, we're lost? His grey eye twitched as the lad realized he was being a straight up a**. But, he was just so mad right now, he couldn't help it.
After the statement of climbing the hedges was brought up, the dark haired boy glanced up the maze wall next to him. That actually didn't sound like a bad idea. But, the princely man was right about it ruining ones costume. And Walenty was sure the Madam wouldn't appreciate somebody cheating her grand maze or messing up the hedges that she had set up for this party. He was still pondering for solutions to escape the maze when the man had introduced himself as Aya, who was new at working under Madam Usagi. So, he wasn't a Client. That answered that question.
"Perhaps three heads will be better than two when traversing this monstrosity?" Walenty knew that two heads were just as fine as three, if not better, but Aya was just being nice and helpful. Absolutely nothing was wrong with that. The only thing wrong here was the boy's attitude. He knew he would have to drop it off at some point; it was completely unnecessary and it would just cause trouble for him soon if it wasn't changed.
With a bright, cheery smile and a sprightly nod of his head, the lad spoke in plain English. "You are more than welcome to accompany us, Aya. I am Lorentz. And this," he said with a gesture of his gloved hand to the old man behind him, "is my butler, Watson." The younger one was unsure of which name to use for Adalric. He himself had an alias; should his butler have one as well? Oh, well. It was fun to play along in costume, anyway. But, just to settle things officially with him, Walenty peered up at the elder and spoke, "Masz nową nazwę chwilę.¹"
For a little show, the boy dug around in the pockets of his trenchcoat and produced a curved wooden pipe. He then put it to his mouth, unlit, and pointed to the left with his cane, almost knocking into his lovely butler. With a blush at knowing the accident he almost caused, the boy asked in Sherlock's English accent, "Might I suggest we go this way? The opposite way appeared to be a bit.. spooky the last time I walked through it." Spooky was his code word for 'scary as hell enough to give the lad another heart attack'. And if he could help it, he wasn't going to freak out in front of their new friend.
¹You have a new name for a while..В. Киева | W. Kieva~
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 8:13 pm
H i k a r u - G a l i a n d e r-O t h e l l o  Screaming like a little girl was something that Othello didn't do very often. He was rather closed off about stuff like that in particular. He was having fun though, it had been a while since he was able to let loose and relax into the events that were presented for him. Since he was a kid he was the symbol of his family, the perfect son who sat proper at the table and who bowed to everyone with silent intelligence that radiated off his face like the sun. He was known for his perfect posture, his sweet tongue, and his ability to be a leader. It didn't help though that he was a "half-breed" and the first in the entire Kamitari family history. Of course, Kamitari was his Mother's maiden name, his name was now American: Galiander. His grandmother refused that name, and never called him a Galiander. To her he was the Heir to the Kamitari family throne. It was a hard life to live up to when you spent half of the time that would be used for training on a Navy ship in the middle of the Atlantic ocean. It was all shoved into the Nine and a half years that Othello spent in Japan. Now it all seemed like a distant dream. The four months had spent here at Guilty Pleasures made his nightmare of Nine years seem a fairy tale. Of course he still got the letter begging for his return to Tokyo, he never answered any of them.
Now here was the prince, screaming his little head off every time a fake or real moster leaped at him. He had never felt so free, and so himself. Looking toward Davi as the tiny squeezes of comfort and reassurance came in bursts. As they reached the clearing and his eyes flashed towards the blades that clashed before him, he shivered as the two figures of historical fiction fought, it was thrilling. He smiled the screams silences themselves as he just appreciated the art that was going on before him. Gentle gasps, and moments of awe made everything worth while. He looked around at all the paths that weaved off the clearing. He noticed a red one tat caught his attention. He didn't particularly know why it striked his fancy, but something about the color reminded him of Sonnen...Sonnen. His heart ached for a minute as his posture dropped and his figure seemed burdened by something so trivial as the man's name in his head.
Hearing Davi start talking his eyes turned upwards, everything was about the client that was standing beside him. He nodded at the comments about his reading and was actually rather pleased for the feed back. Smiling with a gentle chuckle he shook his head, "I am not a man of judgments Mr. Davi. I leaving judging to the world around me, who wants to add to the dilemma of the human subconscious. We have enough trouble with ourselves that it seems coy to judgment someone else." Othello stated with a bright smile on his face. Clapping his hands together as the battle came to a close he gave a small tug towards the red path, "Your correct, it's a tattoo." he said softly as he looked down at his hands, "It's what I hope to be reincarnated as. I have been caged most of my life, and butterflies might not live long it lives without walls..." he said as he paused and looked up at the pale blue sky, as black clouds twisted about it. He smiled as he looked rather nostalgic about something as his fingers slipped up and traced the pretty butterfly. He chuckled as he looked down at his fingers, "Enough about me and my foolish teenage belief. Do you have any particular questions, about me or the reading?" 
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 12:54 am
~ていし Teishi~ Dustry Chevalier
Dustry looked at the older boy and listened to his question, allowing the almost foreign language to register in his mind. It had been so long... however, the word Furansugo* was the most clear, and he knew exactly what Ariyoshi was talking about afterwards. This boy knew his accents well. Listening to tapes or watching television, maybe? Highly doubtable, but with the people that walk into a wonderful place like this, nobody knows anything really nowadays.
"<>" Dustry smirked, taking another sip of his drink. "<>" Dustry replied emotionlessly, staring, mesmerized by his drink suddenly. The pink liquid, the glassy ice, all of these things were mesmerizing him. Or was it, that he just didn't feel very comfortable talking about his past? No, he was fine with it. Perfectly fine. His past would no longer remain secret if he wasn't a Client, so what was the use of hiding it? He then noticed Ariyoshi looking at his drink. "<>" The younger boy asked, lifting up his drink.
*Furansugo- French; french language
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 3:48 am
Keita/Ariyoshi Oh this was intriguing. Ariyoshi could tell he hit a bit of a sore spot with asking about time spent in Japan. He understood really. Japanese people could be insufferable at times politely annoying at best. He ran a gloved finger over the rim of his glass of fine cream in consideration. Should he continue asking questions about Teishi's past or should he wait for the Companion to do his job of companioning? He looked at the green eyes before him and tilted his head. Ariyoshi knew he was a bad about driving conversations, but this was completely and utter Japanese doormat-ism showing in this boy. Is he this new to his job that he doesn't properly know how to entertain? he smirked at the idea and decided to push on with the conversation like a crashing train since that would indeed entertain him.
"<> he sipped his drink and continued the rather mean questioning, "<>" Indeed there should have been more options. There are boy's homes and shelters he could have ran to. The adoption of older children was a common practice and went rather smoothly in the European countries so... why here? Why Madam Usagi's. Not that there was anything wrong with with this lavish lifestyle, but this was a very specific type of home for a very specific type of job. "<>" he asked, unknowing of the severity of the question for the younger boy.
"<>," the specification had to be made, "<>" He took a sip of his milk, "<>" Ariyoshi stuck his nose up slightly higher and his face grew indignant, "<why people drink in the first place. The slightest amount of it fogs simple cognitive reasoning and judgement and usually leads to appalling if not dangerous behavior.>>" Also bad dancing, but Ariyoshi didn't feel like ending his quiet rant with a joke. It'd ruin his whole point.
He really didn't care at this point if he offended Teishi with his dislike of alcohol. He was getting bored with the boy and his need to speak of Japan then bringing up the point that talking about Japan brings up unpleasant thoughts. You started down this path, not me the boy thought meanly as he finished his glass of cream. The waiter stopped by the moment the empty glass hit the table and asked if he would like some more. "Yes thank you," Ariyoshi responded, switching back to English effortlessly. Where was I...oh yes! that was another interesting thing to Ariyoshi. Why DID he want to speak to a Japanese person if it only brought him pain? It made little sense to him. Was he just wanting to air his dirty laundry in front of a guest of the Madam Usagi? Was this is form of "entertainment"? Teishi confused Ariyoshi a bit with his behavior, but it wouldn't stop him from at least having an interesting discussion if only to himself.
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 6:16 pm
~ていし Teishi~ Dustry Chevalier
Dustry could tell that the boy was beginning to get bored. It was so obvious in the way that he was now talking to him, how his voice seemed to be laced with boredom, how everything about him expressed the same thing. "I'm leaving if you don't start acting up." That would be embarrassing, wouldn't it? First possible client ever, and the boy screws it up entirely because he isn't sure how to react or how to entertain properly. Then his M.O. would be "Sucks at entertaining." Well, bite me.
Teishi listened in almost straight-out horror as the older boy continued. Ariyoshi wanted to know a little bit more than Dustry was comfortable letting out, but what was he going to do? Tell Ariyoshi everything, or keep it all in and let a potential partner walk out on him. The young French boy took a sip from his drink, swallowing really hard as an ice cube entered his mouth and slid down his throat.
"<>" Dustry began, looking at Ariyoshi with a saddened expression, his eyes growing a bit distant as he went on, struggling to remember everything that he had tried so hard to forget. "<>" Dustry finished, looking back at Ariyoshi to see if the boy had fallen asleep. His life could be described as pretty boring sometimes, depending who he talked to. He hoped that Ariyoshi wouldn't start laughing and say, "Good one. Haven't heard a story like that in a while!" That would be very embarrassing and a bit hurtful.
When Ariyoshi started inquiring about his drink, Dustry's mood lightened a little bit. "<>" The french boy smiled, finishing the rest of his drink. When the waiter came to ask if he wanted a refill, Dustry shook his head and requested for water instead. "<>" Dustry smirked, adding the slight fact that yes, he had drank a lot while he was very much underage. Hell, he was still underage! But he had probably been given the most amount of alcohol before he even hit the age of nine. "<>" Dustry murmured, taking a sip from his glass of water that the waiter had dropped off not too long ago. "<>" The younger boy finished.
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 6:53 pm
One thin eyebrow arched, but Aya bowed slightly once again. "A pleasure to meet you, Mister Lorentz, Mister Watson." the half-Japanese man spoke, smiling.
He obviously found a bit of humor in the calling of the other man as, 'Watson', but decided to let this man continue.
Especially once he began to use the infamous 'Sherlock Holmes' accent.
In fact, Tetsuya had to stifle a laugh, barely able to hide his amusement.
'Strange accent though,' Aya thought to himself. 'I wish I had more experience with languages... I'd like to know just what he seems to be saying...'
Tetsuya soon blinked however, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly. "Would it not make more sense to traverse the 'spooky' path? From what I have gathered, the Madame enjoys games... and what better way to prove that nature then force her guests to walk a frightening gauntlet?" the blond was quite serious about this in fact, though he remained in character, even in his speech!
"The way I see things... perhaps the scarier the place, the more likely that an exit is just around the corner?"
Of course Aya had no idea that Lorentz was so easily frightened, but the young writer hardly wanted to spend any more time in the maze than need be.
A part of him seriously hated missing the party that was sure to be happening on the other side of the hedge...
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 5:47 pm
**Thiago**Davi**
Watching Othello take delight in the action being played out before them was more than a little pleasing. But at the same time Davi would catch just the barest expression of sorrow whisper across the fortune teller's features. Concern for the young man prodded him to ask what was wrong, but seeing that the Japanese princess was doing his best to enjoy himself as much as possible deterred the pop star from voicing the question. It probably wouldn't be helpful to press an issue the other was obviously trying to keep out of mind. Davi found himself wanting to help the companion have as much fun as possible, but what to do? He was an entertainer, but of mass crowds that were out of reach. That was completely different from the kind of intimate entertainment a person would provide one on one. To be perfectly honest, that was the companion's job, and Davi had no experience with it from that end. Not to say that Othello was doing a bad job at all, the ice alien was very happy to have him on his arm, but he also wanted the fortune teller to be having as much fun as he was.
Davi listened quietly as the young man spoke. Othello smiled brilliantly even though his words were serious. "Well, I definitely know what it's like to be judged, and it sounds like you do too, but I think that's probably something every person on the planet has experienced unfortunately," he replied. "On the bright side, it's just another thing we all have in common right?" the singer continued in an upbeat fashion. That was him, never down for long. He gave the actors a thumbs up as they passed into the red lit path and was rewarded with hearty grins from the panting warriors. The red light was diffuse; he couldn't find the source. The glitter on his suit and body picked up the light and sparkled a fiery red as they walked easily along. It made for an interesting effect, he was now a multi-elemental alien with powers of both fire and ice. Cool. Or hot. Both very good.
The pop star almost grinned at the thoughts in his head until Othello answered the tattoo question in a small voice. Reincarnation huh? Davi didn't really know what to think about that. Not about reincarnation specifically, it was just his general reaction to any talk of the after life. He would never begrudge anyone their beliefs, but didn't personally hold any himself. As far as he was concerned, what happened after death was completely unknowable, and therefore not worth thinking about. But this now, about being caged, this was something worth exploring. "It's not foolish and I won't allow that kind of talk in my presence," the pop star said kindly. It was true for anyone he was with; he simply could not stand hearing people put themselves down. The world did that enough without any help already. Davi paused their walk so he could face Othello and take each of his hands in his. He raised both hands up and out so their arms were spread wide. Othello's full sleeves billowed out with the motion. "I hope when you speak of cages that it does not include this place. I couldn't stand to see a butterfly as beautiful as you locked up," Davi said quietly as he looked into the fortune teller's eyes and brought each hand to his mouth for a gentle kiss.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 8:44 am
Sonnen • Voltaire
Note to Sonnen: Tel didn’t do cherries. Oh well. He just thought it was a thoughtful little thing that people did for others when they attempted to show camaraderie. Kind of like getting a present for someone and getting them a little personal card, just something a little extra special. Right? Plus cherries were tasty, in Sonnen’s opinion; he’d never met someone who didn’t like them. Now he wasn’t a fan of the maraschino cherry, but the dark cherries were delicious. The only way Sonnen would drink soda was with a cherry in it (or a lemon, lime, or other fruit). Oh well. Tel wasn’t a cherry person. He’d have to remember that.
“Budem zdorovy," he replied in response to the English ‘cheers’, holding up his own drink. Traditionally this would be done with shots of vodka, but he’d have to forgo that for now. Maybe later. Was Tel even of age for that, he wondered? He looked really young, so probably not. Maybe the Madam would partake with him later. Sonnen took a hearty swig from his drink, almost wincing at the potent alcohol in that swallow. Wow. This was not a drink meant to be chugged apparently. Would have to remember that, too.
Well, Tel didn’t seem to be in much of a talking mood, apparently. Usually when something traumatic happened, there was some kind of… release? Sonnen didn’t know how to think of it, but some flow of emotion to let the stress out. Maybe it was too soon. God forbid the boy need a hug or something. He seemed all right without it, luckily. While Tel’s eyes wandered, Sonnen’s did the same (even though he felt kind of awkward at the moment; maybe this comforting thing wasn’t the hottest idea). His eyes drifted over to the maze, watching the familiar sight of Davi and Othello entering. Sonnen bit his tongue — hard. Ouch, those fangs were sharper than he thought. Blood was not a pleasant combination with alcohol, he discovered at the sharp burning sensation. Sonnen winced, putting his drink down lest he break the glass with his iron grip. Back to topic at hand: pop tart going into the maze with Othello. Unattended. It was semi-dark, and romantic. If his glares were super powers, he was sure the entire hedge maze would be on fire right this moment at he glared at it with all his anger and jealousy. His mind automatically went to the possibility of kissing and hugging and it sort of made him want to throw up.
Cue random kitten.
Sonnen jumped slightly as the black bundle of fur darted under their table. Ahh, Hugin. Sonnen wasn’t sure to whom he belonged, but it wasn’t the first time he’d interacted with the animal. Maybe it was the Mansion cat or something. It also wasn’t the first time he’d stolen something, Sonnen bitterly remembered, thinking of his silver hair rod imbued with emeralds. Seeing that in the cat’s mouth that one time was infuriating. He’d flicked at his nose and promptly washed the hairpiece about a thousand times. Damn cat. And apparently it now had another shiny object, and he hoped that it wasn’t his.
Enter blue-haired… thing.
Sonnen arched an eyebrow at the man, highly amused by his choice of costume. He recognized the idea, but the blue hair made him stifle a chuckle. Ah, apparently the shiny object in the cat’s mouth belonged to this man. Thank heaven for that. It was funny, since it was happening to someone else. Oh, and there went the cat. Hm. Well, he could help, or he could not. The awkwardness that emanated from this man was amusing as well. He was just a mess! Sonnen couldn’t help grinning at him, though he hadn’t said anything.
He abruptly stopped smiling at the mention of Sasha. How? How? Sonnen had been very, very careful about his common name since he left Russia. Of course in Russia, Sasha was a common name for a boy. It hadn’t bothered him there. When he’d gone to performing arts college in the US, though, the first week of school had been pure torture. Not only was he the weird foreign guy with long hair, but he was also the weird foreign guy with long hair whose name was Sasha. Needless to say, that hadn’t helped his reputation. He had promptly started going by ‘Voltaire,’ his middle name, as soon as possible. It had baffled him why people thought it was so funny, but then his first friend/roommate/boyfriend had enlightened him on English name philosophy. Generally, names ending in ‘ah’ were feminine — ‘Sasha’ being exceedingly so. Rude wakeup call. Of course he’d had English class before he’d transferred to America, but he didn’t know kids could be such douches.
This led him to how the hell this man knew his first name and why. He was sure he’d never met him before, and sure as hell hadn’t told him his first name. The whole ‘hating him’ comment was a little strange, but whatever. This was unacceptable. Well, there he went after the cat, he supposed. Sonnen glared at his back before turning back to Tel. Let him chase the cat. Why should he care?
Great. Now Tel was getting curious. Sonnen didn’t want to outright lie to him, but wasn’t going to tell him the whole truth, either. “Ah…” he started awkwardly. “I do not know vy ‘Sasha’ vould hate him. Maybe zis man pissed him off.” He shrugged, letting the comment hover, seeing if Tel would draw his own conclusion. Sonnen would be sure to confront the man later about the whole ‘Sasha’ thing. Let him know that it was Sonnen, Voltaire, or nothing.
Conversation. …Conversation. Um… conversation. Right. Friendly and… stuff. ‘You should try to be nicer,’ Othello’s words rang in his head for the thousandth time. “So, you are from ze UK?” he asked, only slightly awkward. “Is eet much different here? You are liking it or no?” Being here had been a rude awakening from Russia, that was for sure. It didn’t get nearly as cold as he would like, and it didn’t snow much. Those were the things he missed most, aside from his mom and his friends. He’d visited England on a band trip once, to compete in some competition when he was fourteen. It was nice, though he couldn’t really understand anyone. He pretty much knew ‘Where is the bathroom?’ and ‘My name is Sasha.’ Though the one time he’d asked where the bathroom was, he had mistakenly said ‘Vhere ees ze bath house?’ That was kind of embarrassing.
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 12:08 am
Keita/Ariyoshi Well, ask an honest question, get an honest answer as the old adage goes... Ariyoshi quietly listened as the boy talked. His eyes widened slightly at parts of the story. Dreadful stuff... the stuff of bad daytime dramas, but this boy's story seemed to be genuine. It all could be a clever act to go along with this house, but Ariyoshi didn't really think the Lady would go for something so tactless. No, this was the definite article of an abused person. One would still think he'd want to get away from the business of being sold for his services, even for the uncertainty of finding a new family, but even still! What was so certain with this boy that he knew Madam Usagi's would be the right home for him. His... home before being abducted sounded mundane at best and the captors sounded almost like common thugs. So... Madam Usagi should have been just as 'mysterious' as trying to find a home the old fashioned way. Also passports and visas were the LEAST of the worries to a stolen child. All he'd really have to do was go to a police station TELL people what happened and let the law do the rest, but that was really neither here nor there nor something he really should correct the boy on. Too late either way now...
Ariyoshi finished his milk and let the waiter take away the glass as Teishi finished his story. He probably expected some sort of response from Ariyoshi. Don't be completely heartless you a** he thought meanly to himself, but the whole situation was getting tired. He only pursued this line of questioning because Teishi wouldn't DO anything after specifically 'borrowing him' and when he finally was given something to do all he offered for entertainment was a sob story. YOU started this he noted to himself and mentally kicked himself for the reminder. He finally made up his mind and spoke, "I'm... sorry for your trauma. It must have been a very difficult time for you." His voice remained even with a hint of sympathy and he switched to English to make it easier on the boy. His Japanese really was atrocious. The boy was young when he was stolen so the thought that he'd even held a good grasp of the language before he was taken was a very unlikely senario. He probably doesn't even know any of the written language Ariyoshi thought meanly after the countless hours he spent learning all the written language sets for all of the Asian languages he acquired over his scholastic career.
"No. I wouldn't know anything at all about drinking alcohol or the affects. I don't think I could possibly understand the feeling or necessity for it. I apologize," he replied coldly. Did Teishi really forget about his dislike for alcohol so quickly? A question like that was really something to ask. Ariyoshi felt like rolling his eyes and adding a mean 'tch' in there somewhere, but kept his manners about him as best he could. He didn't really go into anymore detail with his apologies, nor did he fall for the boy's obvious 'Wanna talk about the hideous scar on my back?' conversation starter because honestly? No, he did not want to hear anymore about that. He mulled over his next line for a moment before going on. How could he steer the evening's entertainment away from the depressing and into the... actually entertaining?
"So... you say the good Lady Usagi found you because of your dancing?" Slightly insensitive, yes, but anything to get away for his initial line of questioning. He didn't realize they'd go down in such a blaze of glory SO onwards and upwards! After the commotion of the drunk man assaulting Tel, the dance floor had thinned a bit. All that was about it right now was a couple (dressed as an angel and devil respectively) and the magician chasing around a little black cat. The music was still going quite loudly though the tone had changed to an upbeat jazz song with a steady beat. He motioned towards the dance floor, "Please, I'd very much like to watch you dance." Ariyoshi stressed the 'watching' part. He was by no means a dancer and would not pretend as such to make a fool of himself.
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 1:35 pm
~ていし Teishi~ Dustry ChevalierDustry watched Ariyoshi's expression carefully. The boy still hinted boredom or annoyance, which worried the younger boy to no end. He calmly looked over his shoulder, spotting Tel and the Russian man at a table. The contortionist didn't seem in the mood to have his guest return to him, and it would be somewhat rude to try and make the older boy go back to his traumatized previous host. Another look in Ariyoshi's eyes gave Dustry the impression that the older boy knew there was something else that Dustry could have done to go back to Japan. Yes, thinking back, there were so many things the younger boy could have done. But in the midst of chaos and trauma, the younger boy just couldn't cope. He had forgotten his own name for about a month or two before he was finally able to calm down. Still, the idea of telling the authorities just didn't seem to register in his mind at all.
When Ariyoshi spoke, Dustry just shook it off. "Traumatic, yes. But no one can escape the difficulty of life. Reality is a harsh mistress." The black haired boy said calmly with a small smile, grateful for the switch back to english. His Japanese had even begun to make his own head hurt, and Dustry could only imagine what Ariyoshi was thinking right now. 'Why did you even want to talk to me if you yourself cannot speak the language?' Why did he want to talk to Ariyoshi at all? Was it just because he hadn't seen another Japanese person at this mansion at all? Possibly. But still, he should have refined his skills at entertaining before he even considered trying to associate with another. "I understand. Your alcoholic intolerance must be from someone else abusing the beverage, correct me if I'm wrong." Dustry managed to say quietly. He hadn't forgotten that Ariyoshi hated alcohol, and he didn't mean to imply that the boy had ever felt the effects, but from the way that the older boy replied, Teishi's sentence didn't come across correctly.
"Um... Lady Usagi found me for my dancing, yes. But I also play instruments. A wide variety, and well, I've been told I'm a better player than a dancer." Dustry said quietly, but Ariyoshi was already motioning for the dance floor. Was there anyway to get out of this? Highly doubtable, since the client had requested it. But seriously, a Jazz song? Dustry had a pretty good grasp of the style, but it seemed different. It had a bit of soul mixed into it, something that Dustry wasn't quite familiar with. Jazz Soul? Did those two even combine? Apparently. Apparently also, Ariyoshi wasn't going to dance, since he stressed the 'watch' in his sentence. The red-eyed boy nodded. No use in objecting.
Moving away from the bar, Dustry moved passed Ariyoshi quietly. He stepped cautiously onto the dancefloor, as if something or someone would randomly come out of nowhere and scare him. But instead of going straight for the center like he normally would have, the boy stayed near the perimeter, as if trying hard to stay near Ariyoshi instead of moving away for everybody else to see. His foot began rhythmically tapping, finding the beat. It was slightly on the faster side, but that was just fine, right? Instinctively, Dustry's body began moving to the music. His arm moved above his head and came back down again, flowing right into a triple spin. His left leg went out, landing him in a split, and he bent backwards, using his upper body to pull his leg out from under the bridge he had made with his body, and flipped him back onto his feet. He shuffled a little bit, then placed both hands on a chair as he spun his legs around into a flip. His left leg slipped from underneath him as soon as he hit the floor, and he found himself falling backwards. But instead of falling flat on his back and showing that he had screwed up, his right hand shot out, and balanced his weight perfectly, placing him in a one-handed handstand. He could feel eyes on him, but he ignored them. He always had eyes on him, so they began to almost melt into the rest of the scenery. The only thing he was focused on now was keeping Ariyoshi entertained. Another one-handed handstand straight into another turn. At the end of the song, Dustry finished with a short moon walk, a small spin, and then he took his hat off and held it out in his hand in front of him, breathing hard. Unknowingly, he had strayed away from the perimeter where Ariyoshi had been and had found himself near the center of the dance floor. But one after another, a few bystanders began clapping. Surprise, he hadn't screwed up badly even though he hadn't danced for about a week. After brushing through the crowd, which soon stopped clapping and went back to their own activities, Dustry approached the older boy again. Grabbing the chair he had used earlier, he pulled it in front of him and hopped over the back, landing in a sitting position in front of Ariyoshi. "Well?"((If anybody is having trouble imagining some of the moves, here is the video I used.
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 6:01 pm
H i k a r u - G a l i a n d e r-O t h e l l o Being a man of fame was something that Othello knew he wouldn't be able to handle. He was okay with people coming up to him and talking but when his entire life was broadcast for everyone to see that was when he had problems. He didn’t like the negative attention the tended to come with the famous. He had too much respect for himself to allow that to happen, but he knew Mr. Davi knew better than anyone else what it feels like to be looked at in the spot light. Now, it wasn’t like Othello to be so down in the dumps but what transpired between him and Sonnen was still something he didn’t know how to handle. He through apologizing would be the best thing he could do but it didn’t make him feel any better. He felt like he was being a bad host for a minute. He looked over at Davi and tilted his head to the side slightly. He didn’t want the man to feel like he needed to be cheered up, but then again he wasn’t a mind reader…Well at least not exactly.
Hearing Davi state that they had the judging in common and that made him smile and nod. It was hard to find people who understood how he felt about everything. He chuckled and smiled his blue eyes shined slightly, ”I do believe your right. It would be awesome though if we lived in a world that didn’t need judging.” he said. Of course the world that he was talking about was not going to happen anytime soon. The media demands so much of the population that it sets high standards that can’t be met unless you’re the perfect person. He had yet to meet the perfect person. Everyone had flaws. It was how human’s were created and designed. It was depressing to look at it like that, but those who could work through their flaws were the strongest ones in the fortune teller’s opinion.
Religion was a large part of Othello’s upbringing and his young adult life. He needed to pray, to practice, and to have something to look forward too. That’s what religion did for him. It was a system that allowed him to know about his own future. He looked toward Davi once the man started talking again. Hearing the comment about how he talked he looked confused for a minute. He looked toward Davi and bowed slightly, ”I apologize for my negative attitude about myself sir.” he said softly as he bowed slowly once more. He felt like he was doing a terrible job. When the walk stopped his heart dropped. Was the man going to ask to be returned to the main area so he could find a new companion? If he couldn’t keep this man’s attention how was he expected to work with a client?
When Davi took Othello’s hands he looked at the man as his sleeves moved around like wings almost. He watched as Davi took his hands into his own and his eyes glittered. He heard what the man was saying and his heart sped up in his chest. He heard what the man said and his eyes let loose. Tears flowed down slightly his makeup was water proof so it didn’t run or anything. He laughed as the man kissed his hands. Nodding his head he smiled, ”I am very happy here Mr. Davi…Thank you for your hospitality. I am sorry I’ve being a terrible companion. If there is anything I can do for you please, please just ask.” he said smiling as he rubbed his eyes slightly laughing once more. He couldn’t believe how this ending had turned out. The soft lips on his hands made him relax. He was happy here, he had Sonnen and Madam. Everyone had been so kind to him also. He knew this was the place he needed to be.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 10:59 am
**Theodore**Tel** Tel's laugh was a light snort of air pushed through his nose. "He certainly seemed pleased to have Sasha hate him, maybe he pissed him off on purpose," the young man wondered aloud. That wasn't exactly a charitable thought, but after the previous events Tel couldn't blame himself for thinking a little badly of people at the moment. It was a perfectly natural reaction; he only needed to make sure that it did not get out of hand. The contortionist was about to ask who Sasha was, maybe score an introduction out of the vampire, but was waylaid by an attempt at small talk. "Yes, I hail from the great isle herself," he answered. "Never been anywhere else, though I have been all over England," he elaborated slightly. "Oh, this place is very nice, excepting the last fifteen minutes. But I don't expect that to be the norm here, no?" Tel continued lightly. "Your accent is Russian is it not?"
Indeed, now that the soda had had time to pep him up a little bit he was getting a little antsy. Sitting here and stewing about what happened was counter productive. Plus, he found himself getting angrier the more he thought about the drunken skeleton b*****d. Even though the marksman might have wished he had kept the presence of mind to defend himself in a proper fashion instead of going all ragdoll during the attack, he didn't blame himself at all, nor did he think of himself as a failure. The thought crossed his mind that he may want to do something to be sure he would react better in the future, but it was almost immediately quashed by an angry uproar about how he should never be put in a situation like that so it wasn't his problem and he wasn't responsible for finding a solution to it! Besides they had security personnel here for a reason dammit! And what the hell took them so long?! Tel really didn't know how long the whole event took, but it was long enough that Ariyoshi, Teishi, Levant, and the magician could all make an attempt at intervening. He thought indignantly that perhaps he should speak to the Madame about this failure.
But then the part of him that wasn't being overwhelmed with rash emotion pointed out that if there was a problem the Madam would probably be more than aware of it, and he shouldn't rock the boat by going around insulting the staff when he was just the new guy. However, he did want to speak with her about Henry, the real one. What Levant had said about her letting clients in if they had the potential for good, and knowing that Henry had been denied outright, only confirmed his feeling that the man was pure evil. Add the fact that he now knew this place runs on secrecy, and Usagi might find it very important that Henry was going around spreading the word and even the location of Guilty Pleasures. He wondered how he should go about setting up a meeting with the madam.
All these thoughts and emotions were banging around inside of him. It was growing harder not to show his agitation physically. His left hand was still trying to imprint itself into the gold handle of the cane as his right foot released a quick couple of taps against the tile. Tel's eyes darted around the party, watching as people he knew appeared and disappeared among the masses of strangers. He finally found Ariyoshi and Teishi sitting at table to one side just as the hunter was getting up and moving to the dance floor. The companion let loose a funky little dance directly in front of the new client. It looked good, not Tel's style, but smooth and with flair. They were too far away for him to read Ariyoshi's face accurately enough to be able to see if he liked it, but the other guests applauded. The marksman joined in the clapping as well; he felt strongly about showing appreciation when somebody put themselves out there like that.
And dammit he should be out there too. And so should Sonnen. Besides being antsy, the contortionist was sure they shouldn't be sitting out like this for too long. They were on entertainment duty after all. And to be completely honest he had to do something about his agitation level, it was becoming unbearable. Tel knew of one thing that would calm him down for sure. Shooting. Working with guns and bows put him in some sort of zone that seemed to be akin to meditation. It worked every time; even after his parents had died. Shooting would kill two birds with one stone, he could calm down and entertain people at the same time. Besides, it seemed like a fitting form of entertainment; guns can be scary and this was a Halloween party after all. Tel drained the last of his soda and looked as Sonnen, "Can we continue this conversation on the move? I'd like to see if the DJ can announce that there will be a shooting performance down at the range in a few minutes so anyone who might be interested can start heading down there."
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 10:14 am
Keita/Ariyoshi Ariyoshi skillfully ignored the delving into his personal experiences with alcohol. He wasn't going down the road to personal conversation with this one again it's not nearly as fun as he would have hoped. "I'm sure I'll have time to hear you play at a later time, but tonight there is a dance floor not a stage," Ariyoshi said with a slight smile and motioned again for Teishi to take the floor. He watched the boy discover the song that was playing. Ariyoshi had no ear for this sort of thing, but he liked the song so he wanted to see someone truly appreciating it. What better than a performer to act out the rhythm with his body?
Teishi started his dance on the floor nearest Ariyoshi which made him smile. It's like a private showing in public yes the logic behind that statement didn't really add up, but this showed that Teishi knew how to start a performance. Ariyoshi was surprised at the tiny dancer's sudden spin and his eyes grew wide filled with the dancer's movements. Covering his mouth, as to hide his pleasant surprise, Ariyoshi watched the Companion with renewed interest. His earlier fumbles through a 'conversation' were all but forgotten with his swaying hips and rhythmic spins. The skill it took to achieve something like that was incredible, and from the sound of Teishi's life, it was all but untrained. A slight crowd was starting to form around the dance floor and Ariyoshi noticed Teishi's unconscious drifting towards the center of HIS stage. He quickly took to his feet and slipped through some of the crowd to get a better view of Teishi.
At this spot closer to the floor he caught sight of Tel and Sonnen. He took a moment to look at the boy. Ariyoshi was truly concerned for the Companion after the incident earlier but was never able to express as such since Sonnen swooped in and whisked the older boy away. He looks... better Ariyoshi thought and returned his attention to his dancer. The momentary fumble that turned into a truly amazing acrobatic feat made the young Client gasp with awe and clap once before containing himself. The entire crowd laughed hardily, but good-naturely at the closing 'moonwalking' move and Ariyoshi was the first to begin clapping at the end of Teishi's performance. He was very glad the young boy had something special about him. This dance was quiet redeeming. He took back to his seat and laughed when Teishi followed and hopped over his chair, "Fantastic! Truly fantastic!" He stood and gave a deep bow to the dancing Companion,"<>" He spoke in the kindest and most respectful tone he could then gave Teishi a wink,"Hope you don't mind the Japanese. I find it's the best way to congratulate someone."
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 6:42 pm
~ていし Teishi~ Dustry Chevalier
Dustry smirked, leaning ever so closer to Ariyoshi, gazing into the older boy's features. His eyes were truly captivating, a deep, dark obsidian that Dustry only knew his mother to have. "Doomo arigatoo gozaimasu. I'm glad you enjoyed my dancing." The young boy sighed, watching as the bystanders soon began to either disappear from the dance floor, or begin dancing themselves. Either way, it was more crowded than before the boy had stepped onto the floor. Onto tonight's stage.
"I'm not really sure if I expressed that style correctly." Dustry confessed, crimson irises flicking toward the older boy sitting in front of him. "I haven't really practiced that style very well, and I haven't actually danced to it in almost three years." He muttered, reaching up with a ghost pale hand, running a hand through his jet black locks. At least it's better than my hip-hop, though Dustry thought, but decided to keep that to himself. Why showcase his flaws? He'd done enough of that already. "But I can dance ballet, contemporary jazz, rock, even some metal, but that would actually go into contemporary jazz." Dustry went on, explaining all of the styles that he could dance, using his most captivating voice. He tried hard, but he didn't think it came out as well as he had hoped. It came out like a purr more than the silky velvet or dripping honey that he had watched his captors do oh-so many times on so many people. "Even some Japanese traditional dances, ball room, waltz, tango -but I'm going to need a partner-, Cwalk, pop... but many foreign dances just aren't in my grasp quite yet." The ruby eyed boy sighed. He wasn't really interested in such foreign dances: Indian, Russian, Swedish... it just didn't feel right to him.
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 8:48 am
**Thiago**Davi**
Ack! Tears! Oh no... wait, wait, smiles and giggles. They were happy tears! Yes! Davi beamed, glowing with the sense of accomplishment. The companion next to him relaxed visibly even as he continued to bemoan his performance and ask for guidance to do better. Davi remembered that Othello had mentioned that he had just gotten his first client. In his years as a client at Guilty Pleasures he had encountered many new companions who were beyond nervous about pleasing their clients, and of course through that pleasing Madam Usagi. It was an understandable fear that he could relate to. The pop star let the memories of his first modeling audition, his first runway show, his first singing performance, his first stadium performance, his first network interview, and all the attendant emotions of nervousness and excitement bounce through his brain for a moment.
Collecting his thoughts, Davi reached out to run a finger down Othello's cheek. "Just relax and enjoy yourself. I'm happiest when those around me are happy," he advised gently. "Don't worry about entertaining me, I'm a simple guy," the singer continued with a light laugh. "Just let us develop a natural rapport and see where it leads us," Davi finished with a reassuring squeeze to the hand he was still holding. He once more lead his companion through the hedge maze. Well, Othello wasn't his companion yet technically, he hadn't signed the contract with Madam Usagi to formalize things. But at this moment, here in the hedge maze, Othello was his, and that felt good. The hard working pop star reflected once again about how good it felt to be free on vacation and back at Guilty Pleasures.
As they walked leisurely down the paths filled with ghosts and goblins Davi wondered if it would put Othello more at ease to take the spotlight off of him and his "duty" and turn it on the pop star instead. At the same time he didn't want the fortune teller to think that he wasn't interested in him. In truth Davi was very much looking forward to speaking with Madam Usagi about setting up an appointment with Othello later in the week. But right now he wanted his Japanese princess to have fun. This was a party after all. "Let's get to know each other, but you get to ask first. Go ahead, ask me anything," Davi smiled invitingly. While he didn't enjoy the chess game that was talking about himself to the press, here in the safe secrecy of Guilty Pleasures he could talk freely and openly about his life and dreams.
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