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 Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 8:44 pm
[David Bacardi]
David was elated. Not outwardly of course - maintaining his physical neutrality kept his mind clear and level. But in his clear and level mind, a delightful plan was developing. He would make his first move toward Alan tonight...
His sharp ears caught a sound behind him. Turning back, he saw someone caressing the Vampiric Mangos poster. He was curious as to what fascinated the other man about it, and strolled casually back.
"A fan, are you?" David's rich voice questioned the stranger with a pleasant ring. "I personally have my eyes on Alan..." he said softly, staring longingly at the wickedly handsome man on the poster. "Going to the show?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 9:12 pm
Helena strutted to the entrance to the hotel. Upon her approach, while carrying her yellow blob of a helmet between her arm and the side of her body, she waltzed over to the stairs.
"This is much better for me than the elevator." She shoved the white door ajar and started to jog up stairs to their floor. When reaching the door to their floor, she thruster it open as well and headed down to the room, only to grab the key to the room out of her pocket and slide it into the small hole. The light turned green, and she then took her turn to enter the quiet room.
"Huh, I wonder where everyone is. O well. None the less-" There was a small fridge in the room, so she casually walked over to the fridge, bent down, and pulled a red can out of the tiny fridge. Helena headed over to the couch, and threw herself upon it, making the pillows bounce slightly with her fall.
"I guess I can just chill till they get here." There was a small sip of her Coke after she spoke, and a spin of the drumstick that she had picked up as she threw herself on the couch, between her fingers.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 10:03 pm
[Nathan A. Wilson]
Nathan finally exited the salon, his nails glittering all around. The short-shorts he was wearing showed off his a** flawlessly, and his perfectly waxed and tanned legs carried him to his Beetle with a strut.
"Ah... Hello, baby." His slender fingers trailed along the door before tucking under the handle and pulling it open. "Momma missed you when she was in the salon, yes she did..." Continuing his cooing, he slipped gracefully into the seat, stroked the steering wheel gently, and shut the door. "Now we're gonna drive back to the Roosevelt, kay? And see Alan! Aren't you excited, baby?" He checked his hair in the rearview, slipped on his fabulous sunglasses, and blew a kiss to the salon where his friend still waited, waving.
Revving the engine playfully, he drove off to the hotel, pulling into a space right next to Alan's S2000. With a wide smile, he elegantly exited the vehicle and approached the Kaltec.
"Hello, darling." Slipping an arm around Alan's waist, he pulled the man tight against him. "Your brother's a moron, you know..."
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 11:35 pm
[Nyx D. Altair]
Blinking rather startledly at the peppy, caffeine-high woman, Nyx reached up and patted her head.
"Calm down, dear," he instructed slowly. "Did you dip into the espresso stash? Silly girl." Pausing, he tilted his raven-haired head to the side. "I don't suppose you'd get what I meant if I ordered a dark Alan Altair, would you?" Tugging lightly on his ponytail, he glanced around the place briefly, taking in the surroundings.
[Alan K. Altair]
Alan's classic wolfish grin flashed brilliantly toward the tranny.
"I was aware of this fact, believe it or not." Kissing Nathan's long, slender neck repeatedly, he returned the embrace of the blond's arms around his waist. "He's probably going to avoid you a while, Princess. Shall we go up and practice without him?"
Without waiting for an answer, he turned toward the Roosevelt, pulling the Scot with him as he strode confidently in. "We'll get some exercise today, take the stairs..." Gliding toward the stairwell, his long legs began the trek upward, muscular arm tight around the transvestite's waist.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 7:52 am
"Oh, Jesus," Andrew jumped slightly, having not heard the other man approach him. As he turned to see who the approaching person was, a pale pink began to creep up his cheeks. That wasn't embarassing at all, he grimaced as he thought to himself. Feeling his face grow warm, Andrew immediately tried to avoid David's eyes, turning his face downwards towards the concrete.
Upon the comment concerning Alan, all Andrew could manage go say was, "Oh, that's...nice I guess." Being asked about the show set Andrew off once again. "No...God, why on the one night I decide to leave my house for leisure and that God awful woman..." He couldn't resist the urge to slam his foot into the wall beneath the Vampiric Mangoes poster. A large, black scuff mark appeared on the white rubber of his Converse shoe.
"I'm sorry, I guess I should probably be heading off to work now. Nice to meet you, I suppose. Enjoy the show..." His voice quieted, for he was not able to speak well with all of the reluctance that was bound to be in his tone.
((I don't have time for Elizabeth. Her post later.))
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 10:25 am
[David Bacardi]
David couldn't help but chuckle slightly at the stranger's reaction to him. His grim, harsh words toward some 'god-awful woman' caused the vampire to laugh aloud.
"Boss, I'm assuming? Don't go. The show should be especially... intriguing tonight. There are things to do, to prepare, you know." Pausing, he looked over the poster again. "Have a name, boy?" His chocolate-brown eyes watched the other man with intense curiosity and intrigue.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 11:01 am
[Nathan A. Wilson]
"Practice without Nyx? Genius, simply genius... he only provides twenty-nine instruments, you know..." the Scot said with a sarcastic bite. His powder-blue eyes rolled irritatedly. "Ugh. Fine." He allowed himself to be pulled upstairs, hips swaying. As they reached the room at last, he strolled in and waved cheerfully to Helena.
"Hello, dear," he greeted her brightly. "I hope no one touched my mocha frapp in my absence." Strutting his barely-clad hips to the minifridge, he bent down (a little further than necessary, to tease Alan) and delicately snatched his bottled frappucino. Shaking it playfully, he opened it with the tips of his fingers and took a hefty drink.
"So. Are we waiting for Nyx or going ahead without him?" Tugging down on his skin-tight tank top, he stretched, walked to the couch, and sat next to Helena.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 12:09 pm
Helena glanced over at the beauty queen that had taken his seat next to her. Her eyes focused on the newly colored nails that wrapped around the bottled frappucino.
"Looks like I'm not the only one that enjoys a change in color," she spoke in a course tone, "Unlike some people." She directed her words towards Alan even though she was looking at the Scot beside her.
Once realizing that her drink had been sitting on the table which was resting under Helena's long legs, Helena reached over to grab her drink before a the last drop of condensation could reach the table. Her hair fell down her strong shoulders, and rested in front of her. The once known black abyss that covered her head was now coated in the same red as her signature scarf; located only on the tips of her hair, even on her bangs which now hung slightly away from her face as Helena bent over to collect her drink, she still carried the pitch black hair, but it no longer ran to the end, only to the new red which found its home on the edge of her hair.
"Wait, so Nyx is not coming?" questioned Helena after taking a small sip of her Coke, and leaning back onto the pillow which rested behind her. Her face full of question while looking at the two others who stood in the room.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 12:19 pm
[Alan K. Altair]
Watching the Scot's hips sway tauntingly, the Kaltec found himself nearly drooling. It had become standard practice for them to tease and flirt with each other, but at the same time it always seemed new and exciting to feel that kind of loose attraction. It took him a while to realize anyone had spoken, let alone that he was subtly being scolded.
"Hey, I change color sometimes," Alan retorted to Helena, sitting on the coffee table across from the other two. "I've painted my nails and worn makeup. And remember the blue streaks I put in my hair last month?" He pulled the towel off his shoulders and tossed it casually aside, stretching his long, muscled body and relaxing.
Yawning, he pondered Helena's question for a moment. "Nyx is coming... we're just not sure when. He angered the princess," he stated with a nod toward Nathan. "We think now he's trying to avoid her until she cools off." Turning to the blond, he tilted his head. "Gonna kick his a** when he shows up?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 12:52 pm
[Nathan A. Wilson]
"That's right, babe. A splash of color on the nails makes everything go together..." Blinking at Alan, the mage tilted his braided head. "You had blue streaks? I don't remember that." Really he did, but he wanted to frustrate the Kaltec for a bit of fun.
"Nyx is a wimp, and he knows I can beat his skeleton into submission." Sighing, his ice-blue eyes wandered about the room for something interesting before returning his gaze to Alan. "No, today I'll let him off the hook. I mean, I just got a pedicure, kicking people isn't exactly high on my priority list." Laughing melodically, he put his perfect feet up on the coffee table.
"Honestly, as much as I love Nyx, he really shouldn't have interrupted my mani-pedi. That's almost the only thing in the world that pisses me off." Pondering further on this, he laughed again. "I have a very short list of things that anger me."
Smiling, he leaned back. "So, waiting for him, or going ahead with practice?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 2:22 pm
"That's true. I forgot about that blunt looking dye that you used in your hair." A small chuckle leaked from her mouth. Helena then shoved Nathan just slightly with the palm of her left had. It was a simple nudge since she was just messing around.
"Oh, your such a drama queen." Her voice let out a taunting manor which escaped from the drummer's crimson lips. "How else would you have known to come to a practice if he did not call you? Plus, I'm pretty sure he was unaware if you where done with you mani-pedi or not." Eyes rolled as she turned her head, Helena now faced out the window that was to her right. Tall buildings and the sounds of cars racing each other flowed through the glass just like normal.
"If he is going to be late, then we might as well go ahead and start." Helena flung herself back around and put her bony elbows on her knees; her head leaning downwards slightly. There was a wooden drumstick still sitting in her hand, so she began to spin it around between her fingers on her left hand. "There's no point is just sitting around waiting for an unknown period of time."
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 3:17 pm
Elizabeth blushed slightly and shrugged. "You caught me..." She said with a slight tone of reluctance, although the words themselves came out on the brink of a giggle.
As he began to order, Elizabeth got her pointer finger ready, having it poised to press the code for whatever he ordered. It was most certainly a double-take moment upon hearing the order. As she tried to remember the code for an Alan Altair, it hit her. Her head jerked up, her eyes wide and teary, as if she was so honored to have met another who knew of Alan that it brought tears to her eyes. Her mouth hung, ajar for a moment, before she could muster enough of a thought process to form words.
"I...It's just...well, yeah I do! I mean, if you're talking about what I think you're talking about, then of course I can make that." Her hands began to quiver in excitement, her pointer finger still hovering over the register. "How did you know?"
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"Yeah, she's my boss, but there are a lot of other words that I would like to be calling her at the moment..." Andrew sighed heavily when the man suggested that he didn't need to go to work. "You know, I'd love to skip out, but this job is the only thing that is keeping a roof over my head. As soon as I'm not making money anymore, my parents will have no reason to continue boarding my lazy a**. It's tough to choose becoming a homeless person with a shoddy motorcycle or going to work, but I choose the latter, thanks." Andrew began to storm away in the direction of the bar when David asked his name.
Rather than stopping, Andrew slowed his pace and turned around, so he was now walking backwards. "Not that it really matters, but I do in fact have a name. It's Andrew, if you care all that much." Out of politeness, he decided to ask in return. "And you are...?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 9:41 pm
[Nyx D. Altair]
Laughing softly, Nyx tugged his ponytail. "I didn't know, honestly; wasn't sure at all, considering fans usually-" He was interrupted as a woman in green ran up and screeched at him.
"OH. MY. GOD. You're Nyx Altair!"
Blinking rather startledly at her, he nodded. "Hard to make a mistake with that one, isn't it?" Recovering his composure, he shot her a grin. "Going to the show tonight?"
She nodded excitedly. "You! You and your brother! Oh, and that gorgeous woman, and your drummer... Ah! Can I get an autograph??" She whipped a pen and pad from her pockets faster than the stunned musician's crimson eyes could blink. "T-To Miranda, please..."
"Of course. Always." Taking the offered objects, he scrawled a quick message and a rough, jagged signature. She squealed with excitement, hugged him briefly, and ran back to her small group of friends to chatter.
Turning back to the barista, Nyx shook his head. "Give them two minutes and the rest of the ladies will be up asking. Maybe I should just leave..." He smiled at her. "Then again, I still want that drink. Dark chocolate instead of white, though, kay?" His fangs glittered as he grinned, feeling a little pumped up by the anxious gaggle of girls behind him.
[Alan K. Altair]
"Nn, don't call him a wimp, Nathan." Alan wagged a slender finger at the Scot before crossing his arms. "Though I will admit, your list of upsetting things is possibly the shortest I've ever seen."
"I do kinda want to wait for Nyx... I mean, most of the songs tonight are me and the princess, but he provides a lot of instrumental backbone. And he has the disc with the background we can't provide for some of them, right?" Biting his lip gently, he gazed out the window in thought, his mood calming from his playful banter to a more serious, deep sort of feeling.
(( Nyx_Altair and [tORN_sEAmZ], please PM me whether you have a problem with me godmoding during songs or not. It's very difficult to properly split a song into multiple posts. Thank you in advance... ))
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 10:41 pm
[Nathan A. Wilson]
"Drama queen? I take the title proudly." Leaning back with a broad smile on his face, he suddenly appeared very... boyish. As convincing as he was as a woman, he still had those moments where he just glared 'boy'. He was currently seated in a slightly slumped position, legs open and feet tapping to some ADHD beat in his head. The way his head was tilted accented the masculine point of his nose.
"I would've known because it's common sense. We should run through a few tunes before we perform, of course..." Sighing lightly, he ignored Helena's second statement in Nyx's defense, simply staring at his frappucino as it sweat condensation onto his hand.
"We can do the songs we don't need him for until he arrives. At least we have you, bass boy. A bass provides more of a musical spine than anything else, I think..." Like Alan, he was drifting into a thoughtful phase, his brilliant eyes slipping out of focus.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 10:52 pm
[David Bacardi]
"Unpleasant," David stated simply. "You know... A Vampiric Mangos show is practically a trip to heaven, wouldn't you agree? And if you happen to lose your home over missing a single shift of work under a tyrant... I could arrange an apartment for you with ease. I happen to own a building of them..." Compassion flooded him and he wanted so desperately to help this fellow fan reach such a desirable and wonderful place as a VM show...
Following Andrew with a casual, long-legged stroll, he smiled and his fangs glittered. "Andrew... lovely. I am David. David Bacardi." Laughing softly, he tilted his head. "Yes, like the liquor."
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