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 Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 8:20 pm
 x████████x x████████x Bela looked back at Pip, and she felt sorry for him. "Even if I were to tell you what to do, your not going to do it." Bela commented, polishing off her drink then. Passing Walter her empty glass back, "Another." Bela said, a small smile on her face as she asked him. It was plastic and fake. For a moment there, as she thought, she caught Keith's approving gaze. Did that mean she just went up a little higher in his people he respects list? It's not like it bothered her, but she felt slightly appreciated by the gesture.
"I did. I killed them and then I ate all their bleeding hearts, it's how I stay so young and radiant." Bela joked dryly, her eyes sliding over to Keith. Oh?
"This place is kinda slow tonight, don't you guys think? You know, even on a normal basis." Bela commented to Pip and Walter, actually speaking casually. Like if she had not said all those hurtful things earlier at all.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 8:39 pm
 FERRIS RANDALL
The first stop on his journey would be the strip club. Winnie was bound to be stripping, or waiting tables at a sketchy place just like this. If not, she must be in far worse danger. She was probably a prostitute somewhere, if she wasn't here, Ferris didn't know where else to look. But he knew she would be there, he just knew it.
He walked down the stairs to the main room, where he found only a few people. Maybe he'd talk to them see if he could squeeze out any information about their coworkers, however, he wouldn't mention his sisters name. He knew that if Winifred found out he was in town, she'd bolt. She'd leave on the next ferry out, so he had to sneak up on her. Even if he couldn't get anything out of the townies, he'd have a little fun low-classing it up.
Entering the room, he nodded once at the few people inside. He went to stand near the bar, resting his elbow on the counter. Wondering who he should talk to first, he weighed his options, who would be the most successful source. "So, is this everyone that's usually here?" he asked, hoping to get some sort of lead.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 8:44 pm
Keith turned his head when he noticed someone new comming here. Newcomers were rare. Even those that came form the city had been coming in this place for a while. He was a bit older...maybe ten years older. Scruffy... hot. Seemed totally straight, however, so he wouldn't bother with him. "Nah, there's usually at least a handful more, but she killed them all in a bloody ritual." He said pointing toward Bela. That's what she had just said! He wasn't lying... completely. She would probbaly tear a men or two hearts apart and crush it in front of them if she felt like it. That was part of the reasons why Bela was higher than most on his like-list.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 8:56 pm
FERRIS RANDALL
"Dollface, are you a witch or something?" he asked Bela after Keith pointed to her. Blonde hair, classic beauty. She was nice to look at, she would be pretty on camera. He took a cigarette box out of his suit pocket, taking one for himself, and gesturing the box towards the others if they wanted one before putting it on the counter. "You can smoke here right?" he asked out of the side of his mouth, cigarette placed on the other side. He didn't even wait for a response before he began to light up.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 9:18 pm
x████████xx████████xBela laughed at Keith's comment, he could be such an a*****e sometimes... but he really could twist words better than she ever could. She had noticed the man earlier, looked around Alice or Matthew's age. Wasn't too old, still pretty much, by Keith's standards, <********>. Indeed, Bela surmised that Keith categorized people under two types; Hate and Lust. And by what she'd recently seen, she highly believed she was under the latter. If only because he wasn't being a total jackass. Bela laughed internally at her jab at Keith's intellect. It made her feel... smart. And whenever she could one-up Keith... that was just a miracle right there.
Apparently, the stranger's attention fell easily on her, anyway. "Well, what would you think?" Bela asked, giving him a look which would totally throw him through a loop. Firstly, her face was carefully blank, but her eyes... her eyes were very much like the picture above. Provocative, would be what that look would pass off as. Not that the way she was seated was any bad to the eyes, either.
"As long as you don't burn the house down, you'll be fine." Bela commented, putting her hand out to refuse the cigarettes. God, did he even know what those did to his body?! They were cancer in a box! For a cheap store price, no less!x████████xBELA JAMES x████████xTHE MISGUIDED HEART
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 9:52 pm
FERRIS RANDALL
"Does it much matter what I think?" Ferris said candidly, taking another drag off his cigarette, blowing the smoke in the opposite direction of the people at the club. "Either you're a witch or not, you're going to keep doing what you're doing."
He scowled a little, with another drag off the cig, sitting at the bar in the stool closest to him. He looked around the bar, "So, this is everyone who works here? You guys get business a lot?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 10:17 pm
x████████xx████████x"Yeah, your right. It doesn't matter." Bela smirked, agreeing with his first comment. "I would very well continue to cast spells and curses on the people of Sonata Town." Bela nodded at him, a mock scowl coming to her face. Yeah, right! As if she were some kind of witch. But, if she were... oh, drifting off topic here.
"We're not the only ones, we're missing a few." Bela looked up to where Alice's room was supposed to be, wondering what the woman was doing. Alice and Matthew were the only really M.I.A. at the moment. "But, otherwise, yeah." Bela nodded, looking back over at Keith, Walter and Pip a moment. Before letting her gaze come back and settle on Ferris.
"Why? Don't like what you see?" Bela asked, frowning a bit. "Well, it's not like you came at a good hour, anyway. Right now is what I call the 'Grave Shift,' if you know what I mean." Bela joked, giving him a slight nod and pouting her lips to indicate at the empty space before her. It really was a shame that his first impression came down to bad timing...x████████xBELA JAMES x████████xTHE MISGUIDED HEART
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 1:59 am
 -Clark Rothenburger-___________________________________________________________After a somewhat awkward conversation with his brother, and strange feeling in the pit of his stomach as he crouched outside the door, just trying to gather his head a little bit, Clark found himself at the bar Keith had told him to come to some time. He'd never been to such a place before, and in his condition, he was kind of jumpy... Maybe not completely aggressive like he usually was, but definitely on edge. He still didn't know exactly what he was feeling, but figured it would be a good idea to see Keith again, to try and figure this out... Well, and to avoid Avien's awkward question and 'proud as a fellow gay man' speech... Oi, what had he gotten himself into? ____________________________________________________________   
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 2:11 am
Keith was ignoring Bela and her new conquest. I mean, please, look at her being all over the man. She wanted his money like... well, like a stripper on a new client. If it wasn't out of fear of being kicked out, he would 'let it slip' to Xiero that she was fooling around with some older guy but... eh, he was happy to know he had a couch to return too. Therefore, his main focus was his not-so-perfect-but-passable drink. That is, until he heard the club's door opening. He glance up the stair to notice "Clark!" He wasn't sure if the boy would have come at all, and especially not that early in the day. Keith was grinning full teeth. You would have believed he was a school girl seeing her crush. It wasn't quite so far from the truth, evn thought he wasn't a school girl and Clark wasn't his crush. Still, the metaphor could be made. Clark was... Well, he wouldn't admit it for now, but he was his Conor replacement. Something he really needed right now. This made the boy's presence cheer him up. "Wasn't sure you'd come! Sit here!" He said, motioning to the free stool next to him. He then looked toward Walter. "Hey! Everything he's taking is on me tonight." Okay, really happy. Almost desperate. Still, better than Conor. Even Bela would aprove! Or... disprove less than she did about Conor.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 2:31 am
-Clark Rothenburger-___________________________________________________________Clark got a little excited at the fact Keith seemed happy to see him. Since when was anyone ever happy to see the angry younger brother of a well known gay man? Again, new and different experiences, Clark still not knowing how to feel about any of it. So, he just walked over and sat next to the man that he was strongly attracted to for some reason and smirked ever so slightly. CLARK SMIRKED?!?! ALERT THE MEDIA! THIS COULD BE A ONCE IN A LIFE TIME EVENT! Okay, so it was rare that he ever expressed anything but rage, but he was pretty sure that what happened the night prior, he liked... Or at least the high form of himself liked it. Now he started to wonder what it would be like without the drugs... NO! He had to stop thinking like that, but maybe it was a sign that he really did like Keith? Eh, wouldn't bet on that... Maybe the boy, after finding out what he'd been missing out on for so many years of his life, actually wanted to function like a normal (and I use that term loosely) human being. Maybe he was normal after all, but bi-curious... Though, he'd never tried anything with a girl, so the orientation wasn't really set. "Yeah... Avien wouldn't shut the ******** up... sometimes I really think he's a perv under his nice guy act..." he twitched recalling their conversation. ____________________________________________________________
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 8:04 am
FERRIS RANDALL
"It's not that I don't like what I see, I guess I was expecting something else." he said, frowning. Bela was nice to look at, but he was looking for his sister. However, the girl implied that everyone who worked there wasn't there. Maybe Winnie could be one of them? He'd stay here all night if he had to, she was bound to come in at some point. It wouldn't be like he was waiting, he had an attractive blonde to look at. He wondered if she could act. What else was a girl doing at a strip club... waitress... stripper... aspiring actress, it all meant the same thing, at least it usually did.
"Yeah, you're right. This doesn't seem to be the time to be here. Is it too early to drink?" he asked, extinguishing his cigarette in the nearest ashtray "I doubt it," he answered himself as he looked at Keith's highball glass. He turned quickly to Walter (or the current bartender), "Can I just get vodka, straight? Actually, with a bit of sprite Thanks."
Once his drink was given to him, he leaned closer to the bar to work on it, while looking at Bela. "So you...work here?" he questioned, though he already knew the answer. "Maybe it's just me, but why this little island? You know you'd make more money in the city, plus a better shot at a really nice job. You'd definitely meet more important people there, why would a girl like yourself pick this tiny town to have a job like this one? What do you get out of it?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 8:55 am
 __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ - Alice 'Madame Mia' Ladd - __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ A slow night tonight? Alice wasn't really worried considering how they did a few nights back. New Year's was always one, if not the best, day for them. When she left her room to head to the House, she was surprised to see Keith there. After that scare, it was pretty much expected for kid to take some time off. But if he wanted to come in she wouldn't complain. It was pretty slow anyways. She went over to the group, who was pretty much busy. Walter was serving up drinks, Bela had caught a customer's attention, so had Keith apparently, which left Pip, who wasn't his cheerful self, or in that stance to try to win her over. "You seem down" said the woman, stopping at the counter next to the Frenchman.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 10:57 am
Keith laugh a bit at that. Really, what guy wasn't at least a bit of a pervert? Even mister Romantic Frenchman here had mouth rapped their boss on more than one occasion. "Oh yeah. Your bro's totally a ******** perv dude. I'm pretty damn sure he was spying on us last night when... well, you know" Keith grinned a bit more at that thought while looking straight at Clark. Really, any sexual encounter of any form was good, even if he, himself had gotten nothing over it, but the sheer pleasure or perverting a virgin (at least, from a homo erotic point of view, Keith didn't knew if Clark had slept with girls or not) just made it all the better. That, and the fact that he reminded him of Conor, and that was as close he could be to have sex with Conor for now...
He took another cigarette form the pack that Walter had given him, lit it up and took a drag out of it. He then passed the pack toward Clark. "You smoke?" He asked him. Keith offering cigarettes was on the same length as Clark Smiling. The media really should be down at the club tonight! "So, how's your gaming coming along? Got far while I was sleeping?" Not that he had any peculiar interest in Clark's games, but the boy liked them and talking about them should make them happy and it was Keith's job to make Conor Clark happy. Taking care of him... being his shadow... He'd do anything the boy asked him to do... Only because it would feel like when he was with Conor... feel safe. Like home. It was as emotional clingy as one could be, but Keith needed a safety net and Clark had became it, either he wanted it or not. He just had to hope that Keith would slowly become able to live without said net, or that Clark would get used to it.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 11:02 am
Walter wanted to smack that smile off Bela's face. But he got her another, though he changed it up just to see if she cared or not. A nice tequila intense raspberry daiquiri. Maybe if he got her drunk, she'd fall on her face and that would make Pip feel better... okay it would only make Walter feel better but still.
When the new comers came in Walter kept quiet until they ordered some drinks. Without Matthew here he would have to be a good boy tonight.
Walter nodded at Ferris and in no time gave him a glass of vodka with a splash of sprite to take just a little bit of the vodka edge off. "Here you are ol chap." Walter said as he served the drink up to the man.
"Sorry to butt in but. Would you like anything ol boy?" Walter asked as he leaned on the counter, his violet gaze on Clark. "Your boy says its all on him."
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Pip looked over to Alice when she came up to him. He seemed down, she said. He just scoffed lightly and shook his head. "Oui." He said after a moment before he looked at her. He turned to look at Bela and Keith. Their new ******** buddies coming in. Hypocritical.. damaged pieces of s**t that had to rain on his party. Then they act concerned for one another when the s**t hits the fan.
Concern, compassion it was all part of love. Which they said they didnt believe in. Pips gaze went back to Alice. So why would she care how he felt if she didnt believe in love? She wouldnt.
"Why would you care anyways Mademoiselle?" Pip said with a bit of a sneer entering his voice. He slipped by Alice, took out a cigarette of his own and lit it up. He headed to his 'perch' by the door and sat there, waiting for anyone.. even just their regulars to come in.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 12:23 pm
x████████xx████████xBela's attention was on Ferris, when she heard Keith voice call for Clark pierce through. Turning to look at the boy-- young man. Her eyes were mad, but she decided to keep her judgments to herself. He was just the same as Connor, and that pissed her off, grandly. Dealing with that a*****e for almost a whole year, was excruciatingly annoying, if only the days she actually saw him. Stupid Keith... she thought, already imagining he'd leave her behind to go and live with this other guy; just to get hurt again. He was stupid if he couldn't see that.
Bela's eyes fell back on Ferris, a smile that didn't go deeper than her teeth adorning her face. "Don't you think that's a little personal to ask someone you just met?" Bela asked, a decidedly feline air about her. Her posture had stiffened just the tiniest bit, but then Alice had showed up and she relaxed a little. Of course, she was going to the Frenchman. And she gave no thought of it, thinking he'd be happy to see her; Alice. Returning back to Ferris, Bela wondered how exactly she could slip past his defenses without setting off an alarm, of sorts.
And then, that happened. Did Pip just brush off Alice? Bela wanted to ask out loud, because it just seemed so... impossible! And it was... yet again, her fault. She'd say something to Alice, like, say, "He's been like that all day." Yeah, lie blatantly. Lie blatantly with his best friend right there, who was present for your entire previous conversation. So, no, she did not say anything. Instead, focusing on Ferris.
"Maybe it's because it's so small and isolated that I chose it." Bela answered him ambiguously, not really giving him any certain answer. "It certainly is good at not being noticed by the outside world, don't you think?" Bela asked him, offering him a small shrug of her shoulders. Wow, Bela, great. That was the crappiest answer you've given any other person! Bela mentally scolded herself, not having much time to think of a better answer. Usually, the best answers came when she was in a moment of passionate anger. In any case, maybe he'd see her as mysterious, for evading his questions like so.x████████xBELA JAMES x████████xTHE MISGUIDED HEART
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