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 Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 5:43 pm
 Marsh raised his head sharply at the sudden sound of something breaking, breaking into a run immediately in the direction like a growlithe having scented its quarry. The machamp skidded around the corner, nearly leaving an imprint on the wall with the force of his grip. “Who goes there?” he shouted loudly, scanning the corridor for any sign of the intruder. He was about to give up and report the incident to the owner when he spotted a stray piece of porcelain and a flash of golden hair from around the corner in the next hallway. Reaching out before the culprit could escape, Marsh closed his hand heavily around the boy’s collar and pulled him into view. “What do you think you’re doing?” he glowered menacingly, eyeing the scattered remains of the boss’ no doubt expensive antique vase. ==================== ❁ ====================
Gaius watched each of the contestants carefully as they prepared their respective drinks, observing the hesitance they exhibited – it was clear that none of them were accustomed to mixing drinks at all. It didn’t bode well if none of the host applicants were capable of making a decent drink. As he would have expected, the rapidash was finished first, completing the drink before the rose was even half melted. From where he was sitting it looked to be a Bloody Mary cocktail of some sort, mixed with liberal dashes of tobasco sauce and pepper. When the rapidash went down on one knee to present it, he had to control the sudden smirk that nearly spread across his face, opting instead for a relatively impassive look and an amused arched eyebrow. My, that bowed head was certainly an attractive look for the rapidash though. Gaius was almost tempted to order the man to lift his head, but knew better than to push the pony too far. Instead, he merely took the glass silently and raised it to his lips, placing it on the table after a single sip. “Hmm…not enough vodka. Far too much tobasco. Insufficient garnish…” he said critically, “However…..I can’t say I don’t enjoy the method of presentation though…” he paused and pressed a knuckle lightly to the underside of Rem’s chin, tilting the man’s face up, “…that glare could perhaps use a bit of work.”Soon, the next contender was done – the ninetails that always seemed to carry an arrogant air about him. Gaius noted silently the man’s rigid posture and rather stiff introduction, in spite of the admittedly smile on his face. Taking the glass in hand, Gaius swirled the emerald liquid around before taking a sip. Placing the drink on the table beside the Bloody Mary, he frowned slightly. “Kamikazes…certainly not my favourite drink…though not terribly made. I’m surprised you would have thought I preferred sweet drinks,” he said, tapping his lip. Gaius looked over at the only remaining host that had yet to finish his drink. The ice was nearly gone and just as he was prepared to call time, the small ratatta managed to make it over with drink in hand. The boy’s introduction was a bit simple and reminded him far too much of a waiter, but in the very least it was duly respectful. What a shame the boy didn’t yet understand the usefulness of a well-timed wink or accidental brush. He took a sip from the glass…and arched an eyebrow in surprise. “Ah, it appears someone was rather lucky today,” he said, looking over the rim of his glass at the rattata. “One can never go wrong with a decent whisky, though I’d much prefer an unadorned scotch. Still, I cannot fault your technique. Remember though, love, we are hosts, not waiters…..never confuse the two.”He placed the glass on the table in line with the other drinks and turned to address the group. “The point for this round…….goes to our Rattata, for an excellent choice of drink and an acceptable presentation (though I did enjoy your attempt, Mr. Hotshot). Aah, but don’t hurry out yet, we still have 2 more rounds to our little test. I should think that you all know me…..but I’m afraid I have yet to truly be acquainted with each of you. The next task will be to introduce yourself to me - not a standard introduction mind you, but how you would introduce yourself and start a conversation with one of our clients. You must be able to perceive your client’s needs without asking and make yourself the most appealing host of our team….or else you will lose business for both yourself and this establishment. You have 5 minutes to make an impact.”
“You may begin.” Points: 30 +++
+1 Point to: Taroro
For winning the 1st challenge in Gaius' Host Test
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 7:08 pm
"Living fast. . ."   "Rest assured, it was meant just for you," he replied back stiffly after his head had been tilted up, glaring for a few moments before standing back up and moving away a little from the Glaceon. He didn't particularly care about the break down of his drink, he hadn't put a whole lot of thought into it and made it the way he himself liked it, but it irked him that his method of presenting it was mentioned, since he had forced himself to do it. It was like it was being rubbed in his face, and having his face tilted up in such a way by the man was only making it worse. He didn't like feeling like he was at the club owners' mercy.
Rem ended up losing the little 'test', which irked him further, but he kept himself calm, or tried to, crossing his arms over his chest while glaring off to the side. His 'presentation' was mentioned again, and his eye twitched just slightly. The Rapidash had the strongest urge to just hit the man, yell at him, something. His tolerance for the whole situation was already low, for the man it was even lower, and it was just getting worse.
He listened in on what the next task was, balling a fist against his arm. 'So now I have to play nice,' he thought to himself, trying to restrain the exasperated groan attempting to creep up his throat. He released a quiet and small sigh instead, running a hand through some of his hair for a moment while closing his eyes briefly, trying to calm down.'Just pretend he's someone else, just pretend he's someone else, just pretend he's someone else,' he chanted in his head, though who that 'someone else' was he wasn't sure of. He didn't have anyone special to him or anyone that he was particularly nice to, so he made do with a visual of his motorcycle. That was about the only thing he really showed any remote affection towards. Instead of jumping in first, though, Rem waited for the others to do their introduction. He really didn't know what he was supposed to say or how to say it, aside from keeping his glares to himself, or trying to.
". . .and slowly dying."  Points: 1
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 1:47 am
 ___________________________________________________________________ __ _ _ _ _ _ _ The lavender haired boy felt a slight tug in his chest at the comment his employer had made about him. Of course, he was expecting it himself. The man was right, this was a host club, not a cafe. He would have to change his attitude towards this new 'job', if he wanted to survive the other tests. Although his ears were soon entertained by the mention of his win for that round, his expression didn't change as he was aware that this was only the beginning. One shouldn't count their eggs before they hatched.
However, upon hearing the next task appointed to the candidates, the Rattata stiffen, like a mice face to face with a killer cat. It was hard enough talking back to the Glaceon, now he had to introduce himself? And it wasn't just an introduction either, it was a test of their skills, their host skills. Something that the boy had nothing of. Not yet ,at least. Furthermore, it was a male he was going to have to 'entertain'. If his employer had been a lady instead, things would have been much easier for him.
For all he knew, he was hardly ever nice to someone of the same gender. This was going to be though. His mind was blank at the moment and there was probably nothing he could think of that would appeal to the man. Glancing at the other candidates for a second, then turning his attention back to his employer. For some reason, he was certain that the Rapidash would win this round. The wavy haired man simply had the attitude and spunk, which somehow amused the boy when he actually bowed to present the drink to the Glaceon so.. willingly. Knowing himself, he probably wouldn't be able to control himself as well as the man did. It was something he could look up to and probably something to respect about the Rapidash.
However, looking at the Ninetails, who seemed to have a way with words, would probably have a good chance at this as well. What was he thinking? Did he think he wasn't good enough to entertain his 'guest'? Actually yes, he did. This was by far the hardest job he had applied to so far, even if it hadn't officially started yet. Looks like there was still a lot left for him to learn, if he ever got the opportunity to continue this 'learning experience'. Time was ticking but the boy found it hard to move, having frozen by the Glaceon's cold, purple stare.
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 2:23 am
"Living fast. . ." His eyes glanced around after a bit, not seeing any of the others beginning the task themselves. He was getting frustrated again. Not only did he not really know what to do, but no one else was acting. There was also the fact that he liked taking the lead and taking charge of things, being first, so he was itching to start, but he couldn't figure out how. Rem sighed again internally before squeezing his eyes shut tightly and opening them, taking a few steps forward to bow a little, reaching over with a hand to take a hold of the Glaceon's, as much as he didn't want to. He slowly moved the man's hand up as he spoke, it's cool temperature clashing with his own arm one,"My name is Rem. It would be my greatest pleasure to serve you during your stay here, and fulfill almost any desire that you ask of me," he said softly, his voice was velvety, calm, and he kept his eyes trained on the purple ones of the Glaceon, somehow managing to keep the glare from his face. The Rapidash tried to think of the man in the way he thought of his motorcycle, strong, fast, overpowering, and his ticket to freedom and 'life', and it somehow managed to translate to his face, making his expression far more sensual than he had ever shown another living being in the longest time. It didn't matter if the 'client' was a man or a woman, Rem never really thought about such things, so he never had much of a preference. And, with his mindset being consumed with how riding his motorcycle made him feel, and feelings not having a gender, it didn't really matter in the first place.
He brought the back of Gaius' hand to his lips, brushing them over it lightly, softly, some of his warm breath meeting the cool skin. His eyes, however, stayed trained on the man's, his other hand having moved up to brush against the side lightly before standing back up. Rem slowly released the man's hand, returning it to it's owner gently and taking a few steps back once more. It wasn't until he got out of the mindset he had put himself in before his eyes darted to the side quickly, blushing just slightly, though it was extremely hard to see in the dimly lit room. The Rapidash felt a little flustered at his own actions, trying to brush them aside.'It was necessary. It was all for my motorcycle. It's worth the trouble I'm going through,' he tried to rationalize to himself, eyes glancing back at the Glaceon curiously yet stubbornly, though he wasn't sure what he was looking for, or if he was looking for anything at all.
". . .and slowly dying." Points: 1
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 8:01 am
 The Ninetails of the three held back a frown as he lost this round, though he had to admit for him even being so vain, the drink he had chose wasn't exactly the best of drinks. He was happy though that the little rattata boy had gotten this round, he would have much rather come back to this establishment with him as a host, rather than the Rapidash known as Rem. The man was handsome, he gave him that, but he'd much rather have the rattata as a host. As the Glaceon continued talking, he kept wearing his smile as he listened to him. What was this, how you would introduce yourself to a client? This seem to be rather easy for a person like him, but as he watched Rem he held back some snickering. Rem seemed to hate the Glaceon, but they were getting along quit well right now. As he finished off his turn, Dempsey started his try at this little challenge; he had to admit, even if he didn't get the job he was really enjoying these little challenges. Seeing as the kiss of the hand was already done he reached for a black rose grabbing it gently, careful to not grip any thrones, " Good evening sir, my name is Dempsey. I'm only a rookie at this job, but rest assured, I'll do my very best to take care of every wish and need while you stay with us here, at the Bara Host Club~,"he paused and bowed a little, though not to stiff, and held the rose out to the other man, "Now...may I have the honor of knowing your name~?" he asked still smiling, his eyes lids closed to hide the ruby red irises. Points: 0
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 10:40 am
Again, Gaius was mildly surprised at the lengths the rapidash, now known as “Rem”, went to in order to secure himself a position at the club. Each successive task was clearly wearing away at the man’s already thin patience. He allowed his hand to be captured and watched the man’s introduction with growing amusement. The lines were….so very stereotypical to the hosts in books and cinema; it was evident that the man had never stepped into a real host club before. However, that look……it seemed the man could be quite captivating if he tried. “My my…I think I might have felt a flutter,” Gaius drawled, smirking up at the man. Before Rem could move away entirely, Gaius had grasped Rem’s wrist in his hand, tugging slightly to set the man off balance and bring him closer. Standing and anchoring one hand at the base of Rem’s neck, he tilted his head just enough to place his mouth in line with Rem’s. “But….can you follow through..” he murmured against those lips, not quite touching, breath minty cool and mingling with Rem’s own. He brushed his lips fleetingly up across Rem’s jaw, pausing at his temple, before finally whispering in his ear, “……..with my desires?” Almost as quickly as the touch was there, it was gone again and Gaius was once more leaning back into the chair. “Not a terrible introduction – just the right amount of flirtatiousness and charm to distract your client….though that ‘almost’ could work against your favour,” he said calmly, turning towards the next candidate as if nothing was out of the ordinary. The ninetails was up next, ingeniously grabbing a rose that gave credence to the club’s name. Smiling predatorily, he reached to take the rose from Dempsey and said, “My name…is Gaius.” Just as he closed his hand around the rose, he pricked his fingers on one of the thorns and drew blood. He paused, watching the bead of blood form, before drawing the finger enticingly into his mouth. Gaius made of show of it, sliding his tongue slowly along the length, before swirling it around the tip and sucking lightly. He pinned Dempsey with a languorous half-lidded gaze and said, “Again, not terrible….but to introduce oneself as a ‘rookie’ is a rather risky choice, especially when accompanied with an uncut black rose. It would be quite easy to be….taken by a more experienced host. “==================== ❁ ====================
Points: 30 +++
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 1:17 pm
 With his palms still clinging to his face, Aram paced up and down nervously. It was rather obvious the young man was still panicking over the fact he broke the beautiful pottery before realizing the sound the crash just made had echoed pretty much through out the whole corridor. As upset as Aram was he didn't even hear someone shouting out into the hallway. There was only one thing on his mind and that was how in the world was he going to solve the mess he just got himself into. In Aram's opinion he'd better gather all the pieces together and report to the owner for the stupid and clumsy accident. That, and getting ready for an invoice with a horrible large amount of money written on it.
The moment Aram wanted to bend through his knees to pick up the broken pieces, he felt someone strong grabbing the collar of his shirt. "Whoa! Looking up to who just grabbed him, Aram was facing what it looked like one of the bouncers of the club. A heavy built Machamp made Aram's face turn pale from fear. Afraid to be beaten to death by this enormous man, Aram struggled with all his might to get himself free (even though he knew it was useless). "Aaah! Let me go! It was an accident! Please don't kill me!" Points // zero
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 9:45 pm
Please see Billboard for informationIt is to my great chagrin that another hosting hopeful will be resigning from this club. We will do our best to accommodate Taroro as he leaves us. (Ah, such a shame with features like that). A new hosting position may soon be available. Thank you for your patience during this time. ~Gaius, Club Owner  This post will be replaced with a real RP Post Later!
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 3:28 pm
Announcement of Sorts
Shadowkatz's account has been hacked and this RP is currently on hold until the Gaia mods/staff are able to get this situation resolved, and or Shadowkatz posts something for this RP from a different account.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 9:08 pm
Gaius narrowed his eyes as the small ratatta candidate beat a hasty exit, throwing a quick excuse about “fathers and such” over his shoulder as he made his way to the exit. He had such promise….but alas, it was true that hosting was not for everyone. Gaius turned to the two remaining candidates and looked each of them over slowly….the final test would be have to be the deciding one then. “Aaah, it seems that we have lost a candidate,” he said, tapping a sharp coloured nail against the chair’s armrest. “As such, the last test will be considered null and void…..instead we shall move to a…’instant death’ round of sorts.” At the words, his mouth curled into a slight smirk. The tapping stopped and he pinned both the rapidash and ninetails with a mischievous gaze. “Being a host requires certain skills that no other occupation quite requires – poise and guile that will keep your customers on the precipice, always wanting more. In this next task –" Before Gaius could finish his sentence, a large machamp entered through one of the club’s side entrances, dragging a protesting blond haired boy in by the scruff of his collar. “Found this one lurking in the back room,” Marsh said gruffly, dropping the boy none too gently on the ground in front of Gaius. “Broke the vase,” he said, baring his teeth. “Hmm?” Gaius murmured, tilting the boy’s chin up. “An intruder….how curious. And one of the vases you say, Marsh? The white china one with the blue rose pattern imported from Johto?” Marsh merely grunted in response, which Gaius took to be an affirmative. He tsked lightly and moved the boy’s face from left to right as if examining it. “How unfortunate….a vase like that cost a quarter million…mustn’t have shoddy antiques if we want to maintain our reputation, no?” Gaius pressed his face a little closer and his smile took on a predatorial glint. “I suppose I’ll have to extract a………payment.” Before the small ampharos could respond, Gaius had turned to the still standing candidates and continued his sentence from before. “As I was saying…your next task will truly test your mettle as a new host….it’s a skill that I find quite…useful in the business. It’s really rather quite simple. Your final test is simply….” He leaned forward, voice dropping in cadence to something dark and intimate, “…..a kiss.” That said, he leaned back again with an undeniably smug air about him. “Naturally, as a prospective host, you must initiate the kiss. The winner is, of course, the best kisser. Ah, and I suppose an example is perhaps in order.” Quickly, Gaius fisted his hand loosely in the blond boy’s hair to tilt his head to the appropriate angle and swooped down, murmuring a barely audible, “Your payment, love,” just before his lips contacted the boy’s own. He opened Aram’s mouth slowly, wetting the ampharos’ lips before sliding a tongue languorously into the boy’s mouth. Gaius pressed a hand to the boy’s back, allowing him to arch naturally into the touch and waited till the boy moaned before releasing him. Looking up at the rapidash and ninetails, he smiled calmly and echoed his first words to the room of hosting candidates, “Now who’s first?”==================== ❁ ====================
((Like Shi-chan said, obviously my old account was hacked, if the state of my avatar is any indication. I'm posting this for now, so everyone doesn't get too far behind - and because I want to keep this thread alive. For now, the mini-event that was announced is temporarily on hold until I can deal with the issue. However, I do still want everyone to keep posting ;A; I'll be posting from this account from now on. This also means that I won't be able to add any new hosts/clients, however, please send all your requests to Shaish and she'll get you settled. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT trust anything that comes from that account unless I explicitly say so from this account. Thanks.)) Points: 30 +++
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 5:53 pm
NOTICE
Hey everyone, I hate to make an announcement here, but I have no where else to make it while my account is still out of my possession (I should be getting it back soon).
We have 4 days till BHC Closes.
I put...a lot of love and effort into this concept, so I do want to keep it alive OTL That said, give me a shout if you're still out there or if you want to join (I think the existing hosts...have all quit?) I'm...forcing a mini event and hoping to steal more people or new hosts.;; P-P-Please participate OTL
 spacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacerspacer❁ Behind the Scenes ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Open to EVERYONE <3 If you're not a host, go ahead and pretend you're a host. If you're not part of BHC, I'm looking for people to join ^^ In this challenge, anything is possible. (Please note if you're joining, send requests to Shadomu, NOT Shadowkatz8 (since I still can't access my account). PrizeAll participants receive a head-shot sketch of a character of your choice (must be a gijinka) by Shadomu. Sample:  (Click for larger image) Winner receives colour artwork from Shadomu (like the picture on the right). For more samples see My GalleryThe ChallengeThis is an rp challenge event! The challenge: What do you think happens behind the scenes of BHC? You must include your gijinka in the RP. You can write about things like your character's daily life outside of BHC, or maybe some in-the-backroom romances between client x client or host x host or client x host. It's completely up to you! Rules○ Minimum 200 words
○ Obeys all standard roleplay rules
○ Post entries as replies on this thread
DEADLINE: OCTOBER 22, 2010 (12:00am MST)
(Date subject to change)
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 7:29 pm
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