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 Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 8:53 pm
  Jaydn didn't like how Draven put his arms on Kyrin's shoulder. He didn't like it any more that Draven seemed to think he could throw orders around. And quite truthfully, he was ready to pounce on the man when he gave Kyrin a stupid smile. Idiot...
It slightly irked Jaydn to have to hear the person at the door continously knocking and was glad that his cousin seemed to move to get it. With a sigh and seeming relunctance, Jaydn got out of his seat and followed Kyrin to the front door. When he got there, he was glad he came. Draven was in the room, as was someone else Jaydn didn't recognize. New girl? People seemed to be popping up out of nowhere.
Jaydn went up to the doorframe where Kyrin stood and peered out to see who it was. It took a moment and then something was nudging at the back of Jaydn's head. He looks familiar...Bella sighed. She didn't have anything against missions themselves, they were usually fun. It was just the fact that it was something Kyrin told her to do, that was what usually got to Bella. As Jaydn moved out of the room, Bella glared at his back. Egotistical b*****d.
Looking about the room, Bella came to realize that she was alone in the room with none other than the freak. No way. Bella didn't want to be anywhere near Nori. But at the same time, Nori was in charge of disguises and Bella would eventually have to get her's done. Bella narrowed her eyes at Nori's back since he was still turned away from the throne and Bella. This is the most retarded thing ever.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 9:19 pm
 Tristan looked up at the woman who had answered the door. Was this Kyrin Matsui? His mother had said she was blue haired. Another member? He couldn't be sure; she carried herself with a precise and decisive air that suggested she was leader. But he could've sworn Lydia had said blue hair!
"Is this the residence of Kyrin Matsui and the Butterfly Mafia?" Tristan said, his voice sounding somewhat unsure. That didn't happen often.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 9:40 pm
 Kryin toyed with her hair as she stood up a little straighter, He's here to see me? I don't recognize him, I wonder who he is... Kyrin gave the man a slight smile and said, "Yeah." She didn't want to give herself away yet, she wanted to know what he wanted first. Opening the door the rest of the way, she let him in, closing the door behind him. Kyrin folded her arms over her chest and looked at Tristan, as if saying 'what do you want'. At first glance she found him to be pretty, maybe even handsome, but she didn't think he had anything on Craig, even though both men were tall and had relatively long blonde hair. Studying his face a little more, she saw that the only difference in the two men, seemed to be the way they dressed and the scar the new comer had on his face; the new man even had blue eyes.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 9:40 pm
The room had emptied quickly, so Nori looked around the large room. It was her again-the unfamiliar person inside Izzy. She was giving him a glare that could turn someone to stone. Nori made it a priority to get out of her way as quickly as possible, making a beeline in the general direction of where the others had went. Letting only his echoing footsteps occupany Bella, he met with the others in near the front door.
He stood a bit away from the group, letting Kyrin do her thing as leader. He was curious, but not curious enough to get in the way.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 11:38 pm
 James had heard of a mission in the works, but he had been keeping to himself. He didn't know the details of said mission. He pulled himself away from his notebook, locking paper and pen in his top drawer. He had been daydreaming, thinking about a past with Ian that he didn't care to remember. Calmer, happier times laced with nights spent hiding locked away in the closet to hide from drunken rampages, calling Ian just to hear the other boy tell him he loved Jamie, no matter what. He shook off the last of the daydream, but the emotion left him needing to feed his addiction, and being as he had no alcohol in the mansion, no mind- numbing drugs, he settled on caffiene.
He played briefly with his shoulder length brown hair, turning the mess into something he considered mildly attractive, and searched for clothes he could go out in, which consisted of darkwash jeans and a black long sleeved shirt, rolled up to his elbows. They revealed markings on his pale skin, a single sharp white scar near his elbow, and a tiny black mark on the inside of his right wrist. The black mark was new, the scar was not. Neither was something he made any attempt to hide. He pulled on plain black converse sneakers and padded silently out the door, down the stairs, and into the foyer. He smiled and nodded to the occupants, not so much interested just then in what they were up to, he wasn't caffinated yet. He made his way into the kitchen and pulled out a can of soda, his first dose of caffiene since his coffee run early that morning, and also the first time he had been seen out of his room since then. He opened the soda and drank from it, leaning against the large doorframe of the kitchen, and watched the inhabitants of the foyer with half attention, only curious as to whether or not something interesting was going to take place. With the other half of his interest, he figured he was going to have to ask Kyrin about the mission the next time he got her attention.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2007 12:11 am
 Draven gave a look at Kyrin then nodded towards her, “see that blonde lady there, that’s Kyrin. Have fun, and if she chews your head off. Don’t come crying to me”, Draven said with the practiced ease of someone who dealt with people a lot. He still really cared nothing for the girl, but the least he could do was be nice before Kyrin got to her. Draven took a step back and ran a hand through his long hair, he really wanted a haircut, but couldn’t quite afford one right now; he was saving up to buy Kyrin a gift.
Moving away from everyone else, Draven headed up the stairs. Not wanting to get dragged into anything that might involve Kyrin. If he had to disguise himself as someone else, the best thing for him to do was to be himself. He’d have to borrow a little money from Daren’s secret fund, but he was sure the big man wouldn’t mind. Much. Moving into Daren’s room and stealing the money, Draven left the mansion a short time later.
Entering the upper city, Draven headed to a bank his family used. It was actually the same bank he had placed his old belongings in after assuming his new identity. After a few short moments in line, Draven was taken to the safe, and given his six deposit boxes, “Thank you sir, that is all”, he said dismissing the teller and opening the first of the boxes.
In this box, there was his wallet, with the ID that he would need to pass off as his old self. Morgan Faustworth. After a few more moments of digging he found a picture of his ex girlfriend and quickly shoved it back in the box. The next box was filled with old possessions and of course, money that he had before refused to use. It was dirty money, but still worth it to him now. The possessions were mostly useless things, except for a jade ring with his family crest inset into it.
The third box held clothing, as did the others. Save the last box, which contained certain weapons he said he would never use again, however this seemed like as good time as any to pull them out and begin the bloodshed. Many moments past before he had gathered everything he needed and changed.
The outfit was almost complete, all Draven would have to do is get a tattoo and he’d be exactly like how he was five years ago, that and possibly a hair cut and defiantly a shave. Thanking the teller, Draven walked out of the bank. He was now dressed in a black tux, with a deep red undershirt. In the inside of his jacket, two 92FS INOX Berettas, a fairly simple model of pistol with a ten round magazine. It was of course fully legal seeing as it was only a 9mm.
Draven made his way into a salon and handed the money over, to get a shave and a haircut. His hair was cut back to his shoulders and dyed with blood red streaks. His face was clean of any stubble and with a little bit of caffeine, the bags under his eyes started to disappear. It was a miracle how much he changed. Of course, he still wanted to see what Nori would make for him. Draven began to head home.
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Battle-ready Shapeshifter
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2007 8:41 pm
 Fiore looked over her shoulder, when she heard Kyrin's voice, and even though this guy had just told her so, it seemed strange that Kyrin would pick such a vibrant color to dye her hair. But it wasn't her business, she was only here for one reason.
She was nervous, it was strange for Fiore to be feeling this way, so she felt herself sweat as she approached Kyrin. She didn't make eye contact and bowed politely, but fast since she was nervous, and as she did so she spoke.
"I-I'd really like to help you, Kyrin."
She stayed down in her bow and her long silver hair fell over her shoulders.
Fiore wasn't exactly a social person, so she wasn't exactly used to conversing, especially like this, but it was clear by her body language that she was trying her best. With her bowing and her nervousness, Fiore didn't even realize that she could be interrupting anything.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2007 9:09 pm
 Ian had slept through the ballroom meeting and also Kyrin's knocking. He had been exhausted with all the chaos that had happened in the last few days. He finally awoke slowly now. Looking around his small room, he still felt uncomfortable sleeping in a new place. He stared blankly at the ceiling. He remembered vaguely that there was a mission meeting sometime. He had probably missed it. In all truth, Ian didn't feel too bad about missing it. He still didn't feel all that comfortable being in the same room as Kyrin and was secretly thankful that he had missed the meeting. He'd get the information from Nori or someone else.
He rolled out of bed and looked in the mirror. He looked pretty bad. He pulled out a brush and pulled it through his hair lazily. He tugged at the white streak that stuck out from the right side of his hair. It hadn't been bleached. That's just the way his hair had grown. Lack of pigment or something like that. Ian sighed. He didn't feel like going on a new mission but maybe it'd help him get his mind off Jamie and the chaos back home.
He went to the closet and pulled out a white button down and black slacks. He slipped on a gun metal butterfly necklace complete with black lace as well. After he got completely ready, he made his way downstairs where a whole group of people seemed to be gathering. He didn't feel like talking to any of them unless they started talking to him first. He looked at Kyrin. That reminded him, he still had to get the mission information from someone...He decided to go and look for someone else to get the details for the mission.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2007 9:27 pm
When Draven gave her away, Kyrin frowned slightly, she hadn’t wanted Tristan to know who she was until she could find out what he‘d wanted; she also had wanted to see if Fiore would recognize her with her hair changed like it was. Kyrin's anger flared slightly at the fact that Draven had gone back to giving her a bad name. Why would I bite her head off? She was upset at the fact that he was so freely throwing words around like he owned the place. And again with his mood swings. Slightly disappointed, Kyrin turned her attention to Fiore. She watched the girl bow down in front of her and instantly a smile crossed her face. This was something that she had seen her father’s men do for him more often then not, and she was somewhat proud that someone was doing it for her now. Kyrin remembered Fiore, but the girl was different to her now, Respect. Kyrin nodded to the girl and said, “Maybe we can work something out. Welcome to the Butterfly Mafia.” Kyrin was happy to have another member in the group, another woman. She had learned a lot about the girl in the weeks that she had stopped coming around and was pleasantly surprised by what she had found out. As she was speaking to Fiore, Kyrin noticed James wander into the kitchen and come back out to the door frame. She turned her attention away from Fiore and away from Tristan to smile over at James. As she smiled at James, though, she noticed Ian out of the corner of her eye. She still didn’t really like the man, as he had done nothing to show her more respect since she had let him stay in her home.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2007 9:55 pm
James smiled to her, tipping his soda can in a play at saluting. Now caffinated, he had grown into a moderately good mood for the afternoon. He followed her short gaze to Ian, and smiled at him as well, though a more teasing smirk. Turning away from Ian, James took short notice of the people he had yet to see, and figured that if they were to stay, they would meet him eventually. He tended to lurk around the mansion anyways, and at that point he didn't much care for introductions. He'd meet them when they wanted to meet him. He drank again from his soda, draining it, and disappeared back into the kitchen to throw the can away.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2007 10:12 pm
As the new girl approached Kyrin and more people made themselves more known to their leader, Jaydn kept a watchful eye on Tristan. It irked him slightly that he couldn't figure out how this boy was familiar, whether he was friend or foe. So Jaydn felt slightly disappointed in his cousin when she turned her attention away from the potential threat. Could have a knife in her by now. The fact that she didn't though gave Jaydn some peace. He made a note to himself to bring it up to her later. That and to warn her to keep an eye on Draven. The man gave a complete stranger his leader's name and location without a second thought. He's either extremely stupid or he wants Kyrin dead and I can't figure out which is more likely. For now though his most urgent need was to find out who this man was and what he wanted with Kyrin.
"And who would you be?" Jaydn was on guard once more, and being on guard usually made him seem more condescending then usual. He tilted his chin up slightly, seeming to look down at the taller man through distrusting grey eyes, his aura radiating relaxed confidence with his hands in his pockets. Even though Tristan had an inch on Jaydn, Jaydn's stance made him seem to stand taller.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 12:14 am
Ian blushed at Jamie's smirk. It was a normal reaction for Ian. Ian's mom had always told him he blushed easily. He pouted and turned away from Jamie not watching Jamie as he left. Ian looked at Kyrin instead and realized that he hadn't even noticed her new blond hair. He blinked confused. Why did Kyrin have blond hair? He decided not to question it and just gave a brief nod to her as a simple hello. He settled on asking her about the next mission.
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Battle-ready Shapeshifter
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 12:52 pm
Fiore looked up at Kyrin as she said this with her orange eyes, showing her look of slight surprise. She hadn't really expected to become a part of the mafia, just to help out for a little while, and then continue to watch from a distance when she was strong. But Fiore decided that she would leave when that time is right, and it'd be best not to mention in now. She couldn't help though to question why it was so easy.
She stood up out of her ninety-degree bow and reached up to wipe a droplet of sweat that had formed abover her eyebrows. "That's it?...I mean...I don't want to...uh...question..."
Fiore didn't want to ruin this, but it was strange that Kyrin seemed so willing now, but she had been so harsh before. She didn't quite understand.
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