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 Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 9:31 pm
**Theodore**Tel** Tel didn't understand the French, but the smile and the fact that the other stood to join him were enough to get the message through. They fell in easily side by side as they walked down the jack-o-lantern lit path to the firing range. The air was growing cooler as it got darker, but Tel was warm in his suit and cloak. The excitement building inside of him was doing its part to ward off the chill as well. This was to be his first shooting performance in years. Of course he had practiced a few times during the last week, but that was without an audience naturally. The audience didn't matter really, Tel had no sense of his observers while he worked; at least not until he was done and basking in their applause. During the performance he was in the zone; lost in his art and removed from the world. He couldn't wait to get to the range.
"I've always been called Tel. It's a nickname, so I continued to use it here," the tiny phantom answered the magician. He wasn't really sure why he offered that little historical detail; perhaps the excitement of performing again was making him loquacious. Ha, two sentences and he already felt like he was babbling on. After his initial conversations with Aya he had pretty much been on his own, so he was still quite rusty on the "talking with others" front. Tel had not the time nor inclination to worry about that at the moment. With any luck this magician was a client and would enjoy his company on this walk and then his performance. Even if this man didn't contract a "play date" with Tel, the companion at least hoped to make a good impression on behalf of Guilty Pleasures.
The companion wondered briefly if the man next to him had accompanied him on this walk for the show or for some other reason. "I do hope you enjoy my sharp shooter performance, though if that is not to your taste I can assure you we have many companions here with varied talents. My own repertoire includes a mix of dance and contortionism, but due to my costume I could not feature that tonight," he offered. He glanced at the taller man beside him. Tel guessed the other to be about the same age as he. Obviously the magician was French. That lilting accent was heaven to the ears. Though he had only heard two sentences, the contortionist had not picked up any of the auditory snobbery so often associated with the French language. Other than that the man was an enigma; fresh and brand new. Where to start? Well, practical matters first, logically. "You are a client correct? What may I call you?" Tel asked.
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 10:38 pm
**Thiago**Davi**
Poor Davi was slightly relieved when Othello switched to water. Another, more libidinous, part of him didn't want this sultry new side of the fortune teller to disappear. No worries there apparently! When Othello touched him, and practically offered to do the nasty on the spot, the pop star just froze. It wasn't like people throwing themselves at him was outside of his experience. Fangirls and boys constantly accosted him when they had backstage passes, or during meet and greets at his shows. But this had never happened at Guilty Pleasures before. The mansion and its companions had always functioned at a certain level of decorum. To experience this in this particular setting, especially when he was sure there were rules of some sort regulating this kind of behavior, simply threw Davi for a loop that he wasn't sure how to handle or recover from.
Sitting there being physically and verbally seduced by Othello, Davi lost himself in the fortune teller's magnetizing eyes. His little butterfly had suddenly transformed into a magnificent predatory bird, and he was its prey. Just like that prey he could only stare transfixed, caught between the dueling emotions of fear and awe. He didn't even snap out of it when the contact was broken. But Othello's question jolted him out of it. His first instinct was to babble reassurances. The naivete of the question only reinforced how young and inexperienced the boy in front of him was. Davi was filled with a sudden urge to pick the boy up and dump him in a sufficiently cool body of water. The fortune teller obviously didn't know what kind of trouble he could get himself into by acting this way. The pop star thought he could use a dunk in some cold water himself, but that only meshed with the previous thought and ended with his mind indulging in thoughts of them being in the wet together.
This was not helping at all. Then again, an insistent part of him didn't want to be helped. Davi couldn't begin to fathom why the fortune teller had removed his makeup, but it went along with the whole undressing thing. Seeing more and more of the boy certainly didn't offer anything to dislike. But this was not the time or place to act on either the offer or his desire.The internal battle was taking its toll. And he still hadn't answered Othello's question. Salvation was to be had in the form of a vampire. The man quickly had Othello covered and in hand. Half of him screamed in frustration and the other half sighed in relief. "Happy to have you Sonnen, the name's Davi," he greeted the newcomer. He hoped the man would pick up that he was glad for the intervention, but at the same time Othello wouldn't so he couldn't take insult. "Othello gave me a fantastic card reading earlier, I am grateful to have had the opportunity to experience it," Davi continued. This seemed to be a safe topic and there was a chance it would remind the fortune teller of his proper duties. Still, he couldn't find it in him to think poorly of the boy for enjoying a drink at a party. The singer only hoped that the morning would not lead to regrets and embarrassment.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 9:54 am
Keita/Ariyoshi There was protest in Teishi's eyes, but Ariyoshi pretended not to notice. This side of the Companion was less than desirable. It was as if he was laying claim to him and any interaction with absolutely anyone else was met with displeasure. It wasn't as if Ariyoshi had reserved him specifically and was, in a way, "cheating" on him. No, he reasoned with himself that this was the 'testing phase' and any interaction with any companion was a good one... no matter how poorly they go--the Spartan from earlier, while disrespectful and judgmental in Ariyoshi's eye, was still a viable Companion with probably an interesting and colorful history and talent. He'd have to be if handpicked by the Madam.
The triumphant call the younger boy let out surprised the reserved sensibility in Ariyoshi, but caused him to smile when Teishi's cheeks blushed in embarrassment. "The pleasure of being a businessman's son I suppose," he answered, overshadowing the outburst to help Teishi's embarrassment subside, "My school also offered many opportunities for studies in other countries. I've been to the United States several times, took one trip to South America, once to South Africa, Australia... ahhh most of the 'A' countries and continents." He chuckled. It was rare to hear himself joking, but he hoped that it wasn't TOO corny. "I've been all around the world in a very short time... practice, I suppose, for what is to come in my life," there was a hint of displeasure in that last statement, but that was nothing new.
They took to the trail easily. The soft glow of the carved pumpkins a perfect mood setter though it didn't quite warm the chilly October air. Ariyoshi regretted wearing this outfit slightly, but just tightened his scarf and walked on. Tel and the magician from earlier had set down the trail a little before them, but he could not see them currently. He had hoped to speak with him, though... the addition of another client made Ariyoshi wary of interruption. A few words could not hurt, could the? I wouldn't 'steal him away as Teishi did myself he thought. He gave the younger French-Japanese boy a small smile but didn't say anything. He... wasn't really sure what to say, truthfully. After the conversation earlier, Ariyoshi wasn't certain what was and wasn't a safe topic with this less than privileged youth. He would let the younger boy take this conversation by the reins.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 10:33 am
The perfect words never crossed my mind,
Cause there was nothin' in there but you.
I felt every ounce of me screaming out,
But the sound was trapped deep in me.  It seemed Othello was causing a little more trouble than he was worth. He was never like this, but adding distress emotions to a boy who the most he has drank is a half a cup of sake. Of course he worked as a bartender, and he knew his taste for sweets but he had never had a real bar drink before. Of course, he didn't think that he would have caused everyone such a hard time. He was killing Davi's evening. His head was screaming as his normal self laid curled up with his head rested on his knees as his third eye stood above him and looked down at him. In his mind he looked up for a minute as he felt the fingers run over his face, and cause him to look at himself. He watched as his third eyes smirked and leaned down and lightly tapped his forehead. He knew that he would be inside his head for a while. He could tell by the posture of himself, the demeanor. He didn't say anything though, they never did. Watching as his third eye vanished he felt himself fly back into control and a splitting headache washed over him for a second before the smirk slipped back to his lips.
Seduction was something that Othello's second personality was known for. This was his night, Halloween. It was the night of the darkness, and the night when all the spirits were at their highest potential. Normally Othello didn't fight it, but tonight he didn't feel like letting his personality run ramped. On the outside Othello was a confident individual but on the inside he didn't know what he was going to do with himself. For Davi Guilty Pleasure was a place to escape the manic nature of fans that surrounded him, and yet now Othello was nothing different than those fans. Of course being beyond himself he didn't know what he was feeling, what he was doing, he was being foolish, and in the morning when this all came back to him he would accept the consequences which come with such degrading actions. He knew he would regret this; he would never touch a drink again. Yet right now the future regret and reactions meant nothing. He was still acting on intoxication, thought that wasn’t much of an excuse it was the only real explanation.
The reason the makeup came off was because, it was rather irritating to wear. The white mask was drying and it was just becoming rather obnoxious. Keeping the dark red around his eyes, and the slight tint on his lips was enough, and he still looked like a Japanese Princess just without the white detail about his face. The princess didn’t notice Sonnen coming over; he was still to in tune to waiting for Davi’s answer. Even in his drunken stage he knew what his basic job was, he needed to entertain and at the moment stripping seemed to be working. Feeling fingers move his Kimono up from behind startled him causing him to tense up and his face to pale. He knew the scent of the cologne, he felt the jacket slip over his shoulders as his eyes turned towards the ground and the beating of his heart seemed to shock the boy out of his stupor at least to the point where he didn’t have the urge to strip anymore. He was still his third eye, and as the stupor faded slightly more of the Othello everyone knew and loved began to show himself. He grew panicky and struggled slightly, he was startled, and now Sonnen was holding him around the waist. He was getting a terrible headache now, once the pair was sat and the light weight that was Othello was secure on Sonnen’s lap his hand moved to his forehead as he struggled to rid himself of this horrible headache. He calmed himself down slightly and watched as Sonnen moved the glasses away. He needed something…Water, anything. Reaching for the glass of water that Davi and himself had both asked for he placed it to his lips shaking slightly as he took a large drink of it and placed it down on the table.
“Sonnen! How lovely of you to join us!” Othello exclaimed as he looked over his shoulder and the man and kissed his cheek softly, hesitantly, more and more of the normal Othello was coming back. Hearing Davi talk about the reading Othello was hit again, he was at party, as a fortune teller, working for madam….Now he was panicking. Struggling again his face paled, ”Madam is going to kill me!” he muttered as tears came to his eyes and his hands came up again. ” Nani te koto...I am going to get kicked out, she is going to hate me! I am never going to be able to come here again. I am dead…I am dead! She is going to strangle me in my sleep…I messed….I messed up really bad. “ Othello rambled in Japanese as he covered his face. Now this was the alcohol that was lingering in his system talking. He looked towards Davi and sighed as his hand remained on his forehead. His makeup magically remained intact, at least what was left of it. He sighed as he grabbed the water again; part of his brain still thinking the clear liquid was alcohol he downed the last part of the water and sighed as he closed his eyes and inhaled thought his nose and exhaled through his mouth.
Maybe if Davi, and him returned to their normal conversation he would be able to calm himself down and not freak out anymore. Card reading, “I am glad you liked it.” he said smiling as he looked down at Sonnen’s hands, his hands moving down and resting on the males slightly for the comfort of the strong hands he adored. He didn’t know what to do, so he just listened blankly staring at his pants as Davi and Sonnen exchanged introductions and seemed to have an idle conversation about nothing in particular. He sighed as he got another glass of water and instead of chugging the entire thing this time just sipped at it. He liked the smell of Sonnen’s jacket. He looked towards Davi and smiled slightly, ”You both sing so you have that in common!” Othello slurred as he struggled to keep his mind distracted. He felt Sonnen shiver and snuggled against the man. He smirked as he looked over at him taking off the jacket he tired to hand it to Sonnen again, ”Take the jacket your silly face! You’re cold. ” he giggled as he leaned over and poked Sonnen in the cheek. After a minute or so Othello felt something change in him, ”I really don’t feel very good. Now this is no funnn!” he mumbled .
   There you are standing right in front of me
All this fear falls away to leave me naked,
Hold me close, cause I need you to guide me to safety.
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 1:46 pm
Noir Louvre The wind was whipping against the young magician's face, but he didn't really mind. His father, before he completely began to ignore him, would hold Noir in front of a fan as a punishment for hours. To this day, Noir could still never figure out why being thrown in front of a fan for hours was a punishment. Did his father really not want to dirty his hands that much that he thought that a punishment? Maybe Noir would ask him later on.
When the smaller boy spoke again, Noir allowed the name to play around in his head for a moment. Tel. An interesting name, and a nickname at that. What nickname could it possibly be for? Perhaps... Theodore? Noir didn't see an 'L' in the name, but that was his best guess. He was just about to ask when he remembered reading the handbook and all of the many rules about the mansion. 'Don't ask for the real names of any client or companion' stuck out in his mind the most. If his assumptions were correct, then they'd have to go unanswered for quite some time. "Intéressant [Interesting]..." Noir muttered to himself over the other's name.
"Meurtre pointu? [Sharp shooting]" Noir asked when Tel began to explain his performance. "I used to be a shooter myself, when I went to military school for three years. However, I never had much time between my part-time job and my music to really take some time off and shoot. My parents frowned upon it as well." Noir sighed. Many people would hear his sigh and think that he was thinking back on a sad period in his life. Or maybe that he was on the verge of crying. In reality, that was not the case. "You dance as well?" Noir asked, picking up on the rest of the boy's sentence. "What genre?" Usually Noir would never inquire on such things, since he was so reclusive and withdrawn, but he really couldn't help it. This may be his one and only chance tonight to mingle with somebody else, so he was going to take full advantage of it.
When the boy spoke again, Noir plainly smiled and said in reply, "Oui [Yes], I am a client. Je m'appelle Jace." Then the thought dawned on him. Did Tel even understand French? Yes, the English language was based on about forty percent of French origins, but still? Possibly not, since the boy didn't seem to understand his first two sentences. "Do you understand French?" Noir asked, looking a bit embarrassed at the other boy. "My name is Jace, if that is a little bit better." Jace
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 2:22 pm
Dustry Chevalier ~ていし~
Dustry could see the longing in Ariyoshi's eyes. It was so utterly apparent that the younger boy couldn't help but feel just a tad bit sorry. He had literally stolen Ariyoshi away from Tel and had given Ariyoshi a pretty bad impression of himself and of the mansion. Same with Cherub, wherever the boy was. At least Cherub had been a companion, but Ariyoshi was a client! This utterly and royally sucked.
He had only heard some of what Ariyoshi had said. But at the end, Ariyoshi gave a slight laugh as if it were a joke. The boy had such an enchanting laugh. But he knew, deep in his heart, that was probably the last he would hear of from the other boy. He had seen Tel enter the maze ahead of them. With another client, but still yet. "You have such a nice laugh." Dustry mused slightly more to himself than to the other boy. He turned to notice the boy almost shiver, and he instinctively took off his coat. "Here, you look like you need it more than I." He smiled slightly. If he had learned anything in France, it was manners. His parents had started him off in Japan, and he had learned the rest abroad. Before the older boy could object, Dustry already had the coat over the boy's shoulders.
Soon, the older duo came into view. It was the magician from earlier, alright. The boy was incredibly tall, well, compared to Tel at least. Really, compared to any of the people who went to approach the drunken man from earlier, save Levant, the magician was much taller by at least seven inches. "Would you like to talk to Tel?" Dustry asked, watching as the older boys carried on a slight conversation. "I can see that you want to. I really don't mind at all." He sighed slightly.
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 8:27 pm
Keita/Ariyoshi "Ahnn a nice laugh?" Ariyoshi was taken aback with the compliment. He always was. That may have stemmed from his father's lack of any fair words just... expectation of excellence. It wasn't like he couldn't live up to said expectation, but kind words go a long way. Even his mother was discouraged from 'softening the boy' so most of the warmth a mother would provide was smothered by paperwork and boarding school. Ariyoshi's cheeks blushed and he stayed quiet. No way he'd share any of this embarrassing family stuff.
"Ah.. thank you?" he wasn't sure how to respond to something like that, but he felt that might be appropriate. As the coat touched his shoulders he wanted to protest, but it looked as though Teishi would have none of it, "Heh, thanks for noticing. It was getting a bit cold." That gesture was perfectly timed with his slight discomfort very good form, Teishi. Ariyoshi kept his voice low as he heard footsteps ahead of them.
When Teishi offered to allow him to speak to Tel, Ariyoshi wasn't sure how to react. True, it was what he wanted to do, but with Tel entertaining, "I... I couldn't possibly bother him... he's with a Client." Ariyoshi placed a gloved hand over his mouth. He was afraid he'd spoken too loud. His cheeks began to blush harder at the thought of talking to Tel again and he wasn't quite sure why. Biting his bottom lip he whispered to Teishi, "Ah... maybe after the shooting exhibition. I just couldn't."
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 9:11 am
**Theodore**Tel** "Ah, thank you for the translation, Jace. Unfortunately I only speak and understand English," Tel clarified. "Though there are many companions here that are much more linguistically talented than I," he continued. No need to sell it too hard, the bloke's already here right? the contortionist reproached himself. The French that had peppered the other's speech thus far was nice to listen to, but the companion didn't understand a word of it. Indeed, he would have never picked out "Jace" as a name if the client hadn't pointed it out. It was an interesting name, and the youth wondered if it meant anything. Tel decided to ask at some point, but for now he would answer Jace's questions.
The client had given him a lot to work with honestly, so he didn't feel as if he were grasping for conversation. He wanted to know more about military school- why the other had gone and what it had been like. Jace's sigh at his parents' disapproval seemed regretful, or even irritated to Tel. "I actually learned my marksmanship from my father. From my mother I picked up the contortionism, and also a blend of ballet and modern dance forms," the companion elaborated. "What kind of music do you play Jace? And is it for business or pleasure?" the tiny male inquired. He wondered at the other having a part time job. It was his understanding that clients were typically wealthy to the extreme, and often independently so. Though, this one looked young enough that he may still be fettered by his parents in some way, perhaps they were the type who thought any form of employment was character building or something. Or maybe Jace got bored often and enjoyed having a little something to take up his time.
As they continued down the path they could begin to make out in the distance the firing range. The entire area was the size of three football fields laid end to end. The closest portion of that space was occupied on the right by a low building that housed the controls for the shooting programs, the lockers of weaponry, and a smaller viewing room for those audience members who wanted to watch but were uncomfortable being near the shooter. On the far left was the outdoor viewing platform, which could in the most basic sense be called a stand of stadium bleachers, but of course as with anything of the Madam's they were the fanciest, most luxurious bleachers one could imagine. In the center was a much smaller platform upon which the shooter would stand; it had a small table and a rack to keep the selected guns at hand.
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 6:38 pm
Solera"I'm an American with Slavic ancestry," Dimitri had answered the vampire's inquiry with a careless shrug. Before he could really get into his torrid past and all that boring jazz, the subject was happily changed. No need to get in Russian fathers and Polish mothers. And grandparents. Especially not them.
He merely smirked into his still frothy drink when the other guy seemed so tense about names. It was always one of his many philosophies that a man should always rise above the name. Good or bad, given or thrusted upon. And should he fail? Simply change the damned thing. It wasn't as if there weren't ways to get that sort of things done. Why Sonnen chose to keep his given name of 'Sasha' may have been a short, but interesting story. All in all, 'Sasha,' was a much nicer thing to be called than the numerous vulgar names Dimitri was often stuck with. Not that it was something he entirely minded... most of the time.
Out of habit, Dimitri's eyes narrowed at the slip of the tongue. Mistakes were either something he was generally uncomfortable with and didn't care for or something that made a person more outstanding than they already were. In this case, he wasn't sure how to react. The youth wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to like Sonnen or merely want to screw with his mind. Stuck on this little detail, for a moment he failed to notice how he'd been royally rejected. Instead, he merely watched as his new acquaintance made way for some stripper. Oh wait, whore? Did whores take offense to being addressed as strippers? There were some that did both but he knew a few from those professions that could be very sensitive to titles.
With a passive smile, the man downed the rest of his Alexander as he watched the little scene unfold before him. How sweet. From what he had gauged, drunken former princess was attempting to seduce alien guy. Presuming out of either jealousy or a need to maintain that the workers here were not expensive toys, Sasha had wandered over to stop the show. As your everyday horn-dog of a man, he felt a little disappointed by this. Some grinding action would have -- wait, he was supposed to meet a little blonde dude somewhere?
As he finally picked up the snifter of framboise eau-de-vie, the man found himself suddenly freezing. "What the ********," he raised curious brows at the droplets of blue rain covering his exposed wrist. Without needing a mirror, Dimitri knew he was now covered in maybe a million of these things. Slowly, they were beginning to form puddles on the bar countertop erasing all doubt that he was seeing things again. But from where? Of course. A miniature blue cloud hung right above the man's dark head. Tiny bolts of blue lightning lit up everything in his view as he felt his rage hitting him like ten hydrogen bombs. Blue vision immediately turned to red.
Stiffly, he put up two fingers. "A shot of Captain Morgan and another of Stolichnaya Elit." His voice was as cold as the blue rain covering every inch of his torso. 007 quirked a twitch of a smile as he rapidly produced the glasses. By then Dimitri had already downed the clear liquid of the strawberry flavored stuff. Captain Morgan went next followed by the vodka. With so much alcohol in his system, his heart rate began to increase. It got his blood pumped to the extent that he was aware of possessing one of those emotional tools between his lungs. None of it made any sense. This rage surge was ... it wasn't. HOW... UGH! Have you ever been so angry that even the thought of having to process a thought angered you? Failing to do so only made it worse.
By now he'd backed away from the bar area. The spy didn't need mysterious blue liquid falling all over the goddamned place. And Dimitri didn't need to see Seth's fingers... Sonnen's! he reprimanded himself. His friend was dead. Gone. A whole new wave of anger assaulted his senses as he found the pumpkin path. Shaking from the sense of violence and hatred battling with what little sensibilities he still held, Dimitri stood there in his ever growing puddle.
Then, as quickly as the rage came it subsided. His shoulders relaxed visibly, going down an inch from their former rim rod state. Tipping his head back, he saw that the cloud was still there. The rain stopped. No lightning. Never been any thunder. <******** Seth. ******** Sonnen. ******** this party. Clammy hands reached down to retrieve that gold pocket watch he'd wanted to bribe thieving kitty with. Maybe a good fourty-five minutes before dinner starts. Survive that and he'd be dandy. But why not be dandy now? Why wait? <******** friendship and ******** waiting and just. ********. It. All. Those simple cheered him up like nothing else could. They allowed him to have the sense of freedom that thinking with any measure of responsibility never could. A blue seven toned rainbow broke apart the clouds above his head, all traces of blue liquids disappearing. Even a tiny blue sun floated behind the rainbow. Great. Now only annoyed, he fiddled with the threads in the glove until only a faded rainbow remained. Well then. Frustrated fingers itched to tear them all out but just couldn't. Not when he knew the sensitive equipment's massive price tag. Let's just say one thread alone costed more than the small crown gracing his head.
Back to business. Where was blondy? Golden eyes scanned the pathway but could only spot a small group in the distance. So far away they were, he was sure it was where this shooting range was supposed to be. So much for an escort. But Dimitri wasn't some puppy that would be completely lost without someone to follow. See, he had a thing called a brain and a decent sense of direction. With each determined, haughty step, the man made his way along the dirt path towards an area that positively reeked of gunpowder and a unique earthy aroma. Almost as if the Madam made a habit of also blowing s**t up in the area. D. A. Kieva
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 8:33 pm
Noir Louvre Noir smiled slightly, even though he was slightly racking his brains for proper English. In fact, he had difficulties speaking the language. Whatever he did know, however, he knew well to the highest degree. "You will have to forgive me. Sometimes French just slips from my tongue, and I do have a hard time speaking English." He said quietly, the smile still faintly on his lips. He was not really interested in talking to somebody else who could actually speak French. In fact, speaking to a strictly English speaker was perfectly fine. It would help him brush up on his English a little bit.
When Tel began shooting back answers, Noir listened carefully. He understood, but couldn't speak. In his eyes, that was his major flaw with the English language. He knew that Tel had picked up on his sigh, but the other said nothing, and Noir liked that the boy respected that. "Your father and mother... they must have been nice people." Noir mused slightly, thinking to his own parents again. "Nothing like mine." Tel's mother had taught him how to dance and his father how to shoot! Noir's father had only taught him how to ignore people, and his mother... well, he had nothing from his mother. "I play piano, but I'd much rather learn violin. I write music actually, which I find more for pleasure than business. In fact, my part time job is at a local bakery." Noir responded quietly. Yes, he saw that glimmer of slight confusion in the companion's eyes. Wealthy people don't need part time jobs, right? For Noir, it was his getaway.
When the shooting range began coming into focus, Noir looked around with slight amazement. The Madam really had quite a fortune on her hands. This was possibly the largest shooting range that Noir had ever seen, and he had seen some decently large ones. "It is... how do you say it in English...?" Noir muttered, racking his brains for an answer. He knew the word well in his native tongue. Grand. Was that... an English word? About forty percent of the English language was of French origin. "... Grand?" Noir tried, very sure that he had heard the word somewhere on an English television show. Jace
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 8:41 pm
Dustry Chevalier ~ていし~
Dustry noticed the blush on the older boy's face, and was actually quite glad that he had made the other embarrassed. It meant that he had hit a soft spot. He could see that the boy possibly hadn't been complimented much at home. All dejected people had the same look to them. They were somewhat distant and formal with high expectations. Maybe I should have started off with an easier client. Dustry thought. Oh well, no going back now.
"You're welcome." Dustry smiled as the boy thanked him for his coat. "But really, it's just proper manners to be less observant than a stalker." He said with a slight smirk. Dustry had been in far colder places before, and much hotter as well. He could survive a desert while everybody else died of heat and dehydration. He wasn't sure why. Maybe he was a reptile? He had to laugh mentally at that. What a joke!
When Ariyoshi began to literally stammer his reply to Dustry's offer, the boy had to stifle his laugh. Embarrassed, are we? The younger boy thought. But yes, the boy had spoken quite loud, and Dustry was afraid that the older duo had heard. But neither Tel nor the magician client he was with turned around. "Understood." Dustry said quietly, a small smile lingering on his lips. He wasn't going to allow that smile to leave its place until Ariyoshi went back off with Tel. He wasn't going to screw-up anymore.
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 12:03 am
~Lorentz | Лоренц. Much like his pipe and magnifying glass, Aya's sleek bow was nothing more than an accessory. Nothing wrong with that; it was just a Halloween costume, after all. "No worries. I've kicked and harrassed enough threats in this maze tonight to keep everybody away from us for quite a while." With a stupid little grin, Walenty held up his wooden walking cane. "And, if that was not the case, I am quite sure a quick thunk to the head with this would suffice. That, or Adalric here could handle them. I have confidence that he will." Speaking of Adalric, the boy shuffled a tiny bit closer to the elderly man. Talking helped ease the fear of his surroundings, but not stifle the feelings entirely.
"I am glad to hear you are feeling better now. Being ill is an annoying thing." A few more idly strung cobwebs were pushed aside before a corner was rounded and the question was voiced. The lad looked straight at the Elf's face and raised an eyebrow, earnestly confused. "Prying? I do not understand how that is prying." Knocking a plastic spider away, he continued, "In fact, you have every right to ask, you know?" Despite Walenty's outward kindness, his insides were practically seething in frustration. The fact that he couldn't find his way out of this stupid maze was finally beginning to wear on his patience. The inevitable urge to break anything near him was bubbling to the surface. As if it would help to resist the temptation, the small boy crammed his free hand into the pocket of his coat and let it press into the box of matches that was brought along to complement his smoking pipe.
Clearing his throat, the Client began to speak again. "This is only the third day I have been to the mansion. So, no, I have not been with the Madam for very long." 'Destroy it. Destroy something.' "But, every day that I have visited, the Madam has been nothing but cordial." <******** blow it up if you have to.' "I hope that this place treats you well, though, Aya." And he meant it. Because he knew how difficult it could be to an entirely new place. 'Burn the goddamn maze.'
Teeth were gritted as that long awaited corner was rounded. Freedom. At last. Ten feet ahead of them was the exit of the most annoying problem Walenty had faced in years. Give this kid a calculus algorithm and expect promising results. But throw him in a physical test and he'd surely be a goner. Hell, throw him in something as difficult as this and you'd definitely end up with a problem. With the exact 'problem' in mind, Walenty removed a single match from the box in his pocket.
When he was more than sure that his next action would be unseen by his new friend, he struck the match on the side of his cane and ran it under one of the many cobwebs draping from the hedge wall. Take that, you goddamn maze. He watched it light, shoved the lit match into the towering foilage, and zipped past the blonde, patting him on the back to encourage him to walk faster as he did so. "I suggest we make haste. There is no telling what events we have already missed out on, yes?" He hated to seem rude. But, goddamn it, he wasn't going to waltz out of this cursed maze and leave Aya in the blaze. As a result, Walenty took hold of the Companion's hand and "guided" him over to the bar.
Geez, holding hands with a stranger. Just the idea brought a blush to his pale face. Even though the man's hand was released as soon as possible, the boy just couldn't do anything to prevent the redness that blossomed. "I really apologize for rushing you like that. I just.. could not stand being in that maze for another second." And he was pretty sure that Aya would feel the same if he had seen the Client do his deed. But, that thought aside, something else was nagging him. How in the world did he think he was going to get away with this? What would the Madam's reaction be? .. would he be kicked out?.В. Киева | W. Kieva~
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 8:42 pm
So many things happened all at once.
In truth, Aya had been fully prepared to comment on the man's lack of time associated with the mansion.
He himself was a newcomer, and that somehow made him feel a little more welcome.
But then his hand was in that of the young man and the reader was being pulled quickly through the end of the maze toward the exit.
Of course if he'd noticed the match... everything would have made so much more sense...
"I..." Aya shook his head, finding himself blushing slightly. "I was getting annoyed with the maze as well..." he spoke, turning to look at the hedges.
Hedges on fire.
Not knowing if he was blushing because Lorentz was blushing, the young man watched as the blaze increased.
"Tell me we didn't do that..." the blond whispered before looking quickly back to the client. "The Madame is going to kill us! What the hell did you do?!"
Okay so he hadn't exactly expected to explode at a client like that...
But he was within his rights.
The garden was on fire because of something Lorentz had done.
"We could have been trapped or burned alive in there! What were you thinking?!"
If Tetsuya got in trouble for this, so be it.
But someone needed to question this client's pyromaniac-like stunt.
Aya couldn't stop starring at the flames, blue eyes fixed on them as the smoke began to climb high into the night air. "She is going to kill us... That... that had to have cost thousands of dollars in plants alone, not to mention landscaping fees...."
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 4:18 pm
Dustry Chevalier ~ていし~
A sudden shout turned Dustry's head as he looked back towards the rest of the party. As lighted as the opening was, there was something brighter about the entire atmosphere. Not brighter as in more cordial. Bright as in... physically brighter! There was something- Why did it suddenly feel warmer? What was that smell? Dustry looked around some more and finally saw it. There was smoke coming from the maze, and it was on fire.
"Ariyoshi, you may want to go on ahead." Dustry said quietly, motioning the client towards the elder group of boys. "I have a feeling that Tel will possibly tell our elder client to possibly either go on ahead or wait as well, so please... go join them." Dustry said, moving back towards the rest of the party. This was his home too now, right? He had an obligation to help protect it. Instantly, he looked around. Where was he- Ah, there! The shorter boy was beside his target's side in a moment.
"Excuse me, Levant was it?" Dustry asked, clearly afraid of the older companion. The man had literally put down the drunk skeleton from before with a gadget in the end of his... spear or whatever it was. "Over there." The younger companion pointed towards the maze, and the two men who just came out. If Dustry knew anything about a crime scene, he knew that the most liable suspects were the ones that came out of the situation last. It had to be one of them.
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 10:08 pm
**Theodore**Tel** "Please, there's nothing to apologize for," Tel quickly said. He was relieved to see the Jace didn't seem uncomfortable or put off by the slight language barrier. Tel found it unfortunate that the magician did not have a good relationship with his parents. The prior comment could have been referring to their only conflict, but it was now obvious that that was not the case. Because the companion had had such a close and rewarding relationship with his parents he always found it sad when others did not have that benefit in their own lives. "Yes, they were very good people. We were very close," he said quietly. The tiny dancer internally cringed as he always did when he had to speak of his parents in the past tense. The feeling quickly passed however as he realized he may have unwittingly antagonized Jace by pointing out his positive family circumstance when the other didn't have that.
The client was answering his questions though, so now he just listened carefully. Musical composition, playing, and baking! None of which Tel had any personal talent in. He admired the young man's creativity. The bakery job was obviously for pleasure and the companion found it interesting that Jace choose to pursue this hobby in the form of employment and not a class or club. "You should pursue violin if you think you'd enjoy it," Tel said firmly. The marksman strongly believed in pursuing fulfillment in one's life. It was true that he had been drifting along ever since his parent's death, but that didn't mean he had lost that value. He just hadn't had the energy for it. Hopefully that was changing now, here at Guilty Pleasures.
They had reached the shooting grounds proper. "Yes, grand," Tel said with a smile, his excitement building. "You could also call it magnificent, awesome, amazing, stupendous," he elaborated as he turned to Jace. His enthusiasm for the range and his performance was bubbling up and he had taken to the idea of expanding the client's English vocabulary. Tel turned towards the building on the right and took a few steps towards it. "I just need to step in for a moment to get the program running and grab my firearms," the marksman said as he opened the door and ushered Jace inside. The lights came up automatically as they passed through the viewing room into the control/locker room. With a few light strokes on the touch screen Tel's delicate fingers had brought up the appropriate subprogram routine. He had been practicing it all week for hours every day since it was his shooting that had seen the most neglect since his parents had passed. A few steps over he keyed in the security code to the gun locker. The doors swung open silently to reveal row upon row of various weapons. Everything from antiques to the newest models were neatly ensconced in foam cutouts. Tel retrieved two silver .357 Magnum revolvers and a long barreled Fusion4010 laser rifle from the walls and resealed the vault.
"All set!" the heavily armed youth said brightly to Jace. He led the client back outside onto the grounds. The viewing stands and stage were now lit with a low red light creating a glow that would be enough for the guests to see by and locate seats, but wasn't so bright as to ruin their twilight vision. Some guests were settling in already while many more could be seen coming down the Jack-o-lantern path. "We have a few more minutes before I'm due to start," the companion said to the magician. He glowed with excitement, hardly believing his luck. To be here in this setting of opulence, able to use his talents for his own pleasure and to honor his parents' memory, was more than he could have ever wished for.
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