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 Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 8:29 pm
Noir Louvre
Noir quietly followed Tel and the other Client down the jack-o-lantern path. The wind was almost perfect for his taste, not too cold or too warm, and the jack-o-lanterns were giving a warm glow that made Noir actually feel comfortable. Comfortable? Not a word that the french boy liked to, no couldn't use, often.
When Tel voiced a question in the direction of the Japanese boy, Noir turned an ear ever so subtly that it went unnoticed by both Companion and Client. But before the boy could answer, Tel had cut him off with a surprised exclamation of the burning greenery. But Noir didn't look at it with anymore than an indifferent look. He had seen burning buildings and horribly destroyed and mangled bodies before. Burning greenery wouldn't be too bad. And the absence of ambulance and fire trucks quelled the boy's thoughts as well. "Teishi..." Noir whispered quietly when he heard the Ariyoshi's quiet remark. So, that was the other boy's name, was it? It seemed that the younger boy was very aware of his surroundings, even more so than Noir, Tel, and Ariyoshi. "Isn't that the boy's jacket that you are wearing? I do not mean to be rude." Noir whispered quietly in Ariyoshi's direction. He noticed that the younger boy wasn't wearing the jacket that he was wearing earlier, and that the other Client was wearing an extra layer of clothing.
But in a blur of color and sound, Tel had already lead the two Clients to the green house for the dinner. What an interesting set-up; very much a Halloweenesque type of setting. While Noir took in the very expensive surroundings, Tel began to lead the trio toward a side of the table across from an interesting character. When Noir actually turned to look at the man, he noticed that it was the man that Ariyoshi had been talking to at the gun show. And had bowed to as well. But sadly, Noir wasn't very familiar with what the person was. No idea what so ever. But pushing that aside, the young man sat down at the table on the other side of Tel and took his hat off of his head, placing it underneath his chair. This allowed his hand to push his bangs out of his eyes and allow both of his eyes to be seen by the surrounding guest. This was going to be an interesting dinner.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 5:19 am
Levant Heresy's odd behavior only caused his concern to sky-rocket. Or was he normally this spazzy when drinking? Either way, it was worrisome. It meant Levant had to stick near him or be faced with spirit crushing guilt if anything horrible were to befall him. Then again, what's the worst that could happen? Heresy was just a half dressed bunny guy, possibly too drunk to make sound decisions. Heck, he could barely form a coherant sentence at the moment. Levant narrowed his green eyes at the lame excuse about being a teen. He'd been around them long enough to know how a hungry teenager would generally act. Being shifty and on edge didn't fall into that wide zone. The fact that he'd been a teenager himself only two years ago didn't help at all.
Despite being both worried and suspicious over his new friend's health, he mustered up smile at the younger man's laughter. As always, the sound had a way of bringing a bit of joy to Levant while managing to get on his nerves. Old habits really did die hard.
Then another announcement was made. Oh, was it dinner time already? He'd only just started not hating Heresy. Time sure flies when you're not hating.
Levant turned to other man to find himself being positively looked over. Was his skant outfit being critised? Or... was it something else entirely? For a second, he toyed with the idea of actually looking appealing to Heresy. But that couldn't happen, right? Even with all the recent crazy dreams, those were his crazy, lust-filled dreams, not Heresy's. Unless Heresy had always looked at him that way, and he'd never bothered to notice? That was highly improbable. Ugh, why was he thinking all of his when he could just ask? But when their eyes met, all confidence seemed to drain from him. Levant averted his gaze for a brief moment. These thoughts were making this situation even more uncomfortable than before.
The Spartan moved to grab his shield and position his spear as he got to his feet. Couldn't very well leave these beauties behind. Who knew what a well meaning individual might end up maiming with these weapons?
Oh! Suddenly, their arms were touching! Okay, calm down. This was just normal, everyday, skin to skin contact. Yet, this tingly, over sensitive sensation soon spread from that single spot. "Um, yeah, sure," Levant murmured awkwardly. Before they took off, he took the chance to lean in close -- to take in the other man's distinct scent. Alas, he found he could not enjoy it. Something that would probably forever nag him made itself apparent, yet again. Heresy was still two irritating inches taller. Buuut, maybe he could make that work. There was more to touch if he was taller. More to explore and more to... alrighty. This really had to stop. He tried to focus on moving smoothly along with the crowd, but the angle their arms were in was distracting and slightly uncomfortable. There was far too much rubbing going on. This caused him to think of a very simple and effective solution. Halfway through, he'd casually took ahold of Heresy's hand. Their palms touched with a warm, pleasant jolt. And though he'd thought of lacing their fingers together in a bold and insane move, it was really a bit too much. Too scary.
By the time they got there, only a handful of open seats were left. Oddly enough, most of them happened to be right near the middle of the table. He recognized the two dueling dark knights from the maze. And then there was The Phantom nearby, as well as the indignant Japanese boy. Of course the thin witch from that scene was also there. Levant grinned as he took in the rest of the scenery. Ah, Usagi really outdid herself this year. Even the plants had fake cobwebs here and there. Some of them even had tiny, probably bio decomposable, bats on their leaves. And then there tiny little jack-o-lanterns everywhere. They were so adorable, he wanted to pick one up and bite in in half, just to see if they tasted as sweet as they looked.
Speaking of sweet and tasty, Levant finally released Heresy's hand. "Sorry about that, I, um... yeah," he said awkwardly, as he tried to rub the remaining tingly feeling off using his other hand. Then fearing that Heresy might take it the wrong way, he felt the need to elaborate. "It's not that your hands are gross or anything." Real smooth, Levant, real smooth. "But mine were feeling weird. Not a bad weird, just... weird." God, how he wished he should shrink down and hide in one of those tiny jack-o-lanterns.
"A-anyhow, let's take our seats." Without delay, he moved to sit down near one of the dark knights, hoping that the bunny would follow. The man took to arranging his spear and shield so they wouldn't get in the way of eating nor anyone happening to walk by. The end result was the shield hanging at the top of the chair, while the spear was strategically slotted in what minute space was left between them. At the very least, this position would only prove to be a hazard to those who were stupid or clumsy enough to run into the thing. At this thought, Levant couldn't refrain from shooting Heresy a worried glance. Nah, the teenage boy couldn't be that drunk just yet. They'd made it here without so much as a single stumble, hadn't they?
M. Z. Geroux
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 9:31 am
**Thiago**Davi**
Watching Othello switch into fortune teller mode again wasn't quite as disconcerting as the last time, but Davi didn't think he would ever fully get used to it. Which was fine by him. It was interesting seeing Sonnen squirm under the boy's examination of his palm. Of course sex had to be brought up again; it seemed as though there would be no escaping it tonight. So the vampire had a blistering sexual appetite, did he? Now that he was looking at the companion that way he had to concede that the man was handsome; maybe the pop star could help him with that appetite. Davi's skin was starting to crawl with his repressed need. Here he was, surrounded by half dressed hotties, being seduced by a fortune teller, he hadn't been able to get it on in ages, and goddammit he was frustrated. A drool worthy pair comprised of a spartan and punk bunny cruised past on the way to dinner, maybe they would like some company? Davi was trying not to be rude but it was hard to keep his eyes in his head at this point. Too bad the hedge maze had burned down, it had been the perfect "find a willing body and a dark corner and get your rocks off" spot.
The singer snapped back to attention as he and Sonnen were propositioned for a performance. His sexual frustration was turning him a little mean, so he watched Sonnen struggle with the request with some pleasure before intervening. "Maybe we can work something out in the future Othello, but tonight I plan to indulge myself with the Madam's sure to be delicious meal, and full stomachs do not make for the best performances," he said. And it was perfectly true. He wasn't entirely sure they would be able to sing together anyway. Beyond a matter of matching style, the vampire was rather prickly. Davi tried to be charitable in his thoughts, maybe the older companion was just having a grumpy day, but if this was who he was on a regular basis then Davi didn't really want to associate with him. It didn't seem probable that that was the case however, if it was how did the man ever attract a client? If Sonnen had some particular interest or motivation in playing gatekeeper to Othello, then Davi was just going to have to play nice until the man backed off. Not that he wasn't nice after all. Even if he did want to do horribly dirty things at the moment, it didn't make him a bad guy. Just a horny and deprived and frustrated nice guy. Right?
And now Sonnen was escorting Othello to the dinner. The companion's possessiveness was making Davi feel like a third wheel. He wasn't used to having to compete for attention; it was decidedly not his style. He briefly thought of wandering away from the pair and finding new company to keep, but bristled at the thought of being run off by the vampire. No, he would stick to Othello like glue, both for his own pleasure and to piss Sonnen off. The vampire couldn't play babysitter forever, and when he had to move on Davi would have Othello to himself again. Though the idea of having to work for it when he typically could just snake charm someone into coming to him did put him off a bit. Davi suddenly realized he was jealous. He wanted someone sitting on his lap all night dammit. And there were plenty of fish in this sea; he didn't have to anchor himself to the fortune teller. But Othello was just so... intriguing. And delectable. Ugh. The client stood to walk with the companions to dinner. Davi reminded himself to keep his eyes open to the beauty around him (alien/bunny/spartan sandwich anyone?) as he said, "I can't wait to see what the Madam has put together for us tonight."
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 8:48 pm
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.  Through every reading that Othello did for Sonnen he realized how little they actually knew for each other. Having a power like his own he viewed as cheating and though he would never admit that he thought it was cheating he would never abuse it to learn something about a person. Most of the time it just worked out that way, once the reading was finished and his idea for a duet wasn’t totally rejected his eyes shined slightly. He was excited, Davi and Sonnen were both talented artists who wouldn’t want to hear and see them saving a stage that could have easily doubled as a second home for them both. He enjoyed things like that more then he would ever confess to someone totally. Watching people perform gave him a high that could never to masked. He did however distract himself for a minute as the server came and told everyone that dinner was being served in the green house. He knew they would need to start heading over there soon before they were lost in the crowd and couldn’t find good seats together. As the thought passed through his head his eyes turned towards Sonnen as the reading danced in his head still, sex had never been something that Othello concerned himself with. It had never been a large part of his high school years nor had college like many others. He had never had sex before, so it was odd to see that Sonnen held such a place in his palm for such an act. Blushing slightly he pictured someone having sex and if this was a cartoon his head would have smoke coming from the ears. He blinked brushing it off as he looked towards the vampire then towards Davi as the man began to speak.
“Aw…okay. I hope you enjoy your meal to the fullest then!” Othello exclaimed as he clapped his hands together. Though he was bummed that he wouldn’t get to hear pretty music today he was hoping that Davi was going to enjoy himself at dinner. When he was slipped off Sonnen’s lap the boy let out a small squeak as his feet touched the grass and he looked towards Davi whose mind seemed to be elsewhere. That made the boy a little sad. Though it also made him want to work harder to keep Davi entertained enough that he didn’t feel the need to look towards other people in the party, at least he was going to try. He wanted everyone to have a good time and it seemed to him that Sonnen and Davi were not enjoying themselves. A slightly depressed look seeped onto the boy’s face as he looked between the two men. He couldn’t work his magic with two people without getting flustered. When the hand was offered to him he walked towards Davi and linked their arms and took Sonnen’s hand in his own as they started towards the green house to join everyone else for what was going to be a rather amusing dinner. He looked up towards Davi with a bright smile as he noticed the glances and his eyes grew sad. He hadn’t been the best companion this evening he knew that but he was still learning. He turned his eyes down slightly as his bangs fell in his face for a minute as he fought back tears and running to his room and packing his things.
Sonnen when he had clients, gave Othello the feeling that they were never bored. Othello on the other hand…Well his trick was telling the future and usually his visits were short and the only people that returned to his side were those who were looking to abuse his power in ways that he didn’t know if he wanted them to be used. He looked towards Davi as he spoke and a chuckle came to his lips as he rested his head against the males arm in a escort like fashion, “Madam never fails to go all out I must admit! I bet it will be something over the top but fascinating at the same time. I hope you enjoy it. Both of you!” Othello said as he entwined his fingers with Sonnen’s and gave him a gentle squeeze as he continued his fawning over the pop star. As they walked towards the Green House he looked around seeing familiar faces of other clients and companions. He saw Hersey and Levant as well as the man who was chasing the cat before. Looking around he searched for the Madam wondering what her entrance would be this time. She always did something fantastic and Othello never was bored when it came to her. He knew he would need to talk to her later about the situation with Sonnen so he could figure out what the best course of action was. Such thoughts though were not meant for the dinner table.
Once they reached the doors Othello reached out and pushed them open best he could with his shoulder and his eyes grew large as he looked around the room watching the servers moving around and the brightly decorated table and such. He noticed several empty chaired along side each other, and pulled the pair with him his long black wig of hair flew behind him adding to his childish elegance that occasionally decided to show itself as he gestured towards the chair for the two to sit as well as himself. Seated beside Davi he began looking around his eyes relaxed as he smiled and tried to brighten the mood slightly. Looking towards Davi though it hurt to say this he felt like he needed to place the option out there. He could tell the man was not enjoying himself as much as he should of and that worried Othello as a companion and a person in general. “I don’t want to sound rude but….Are you enjoying yourself? I worry because I wouldn’t want to keep you from having fun if it would be better spent elsewhere…You seem distant.” Othello said as the worry was almost dripping from his words as his eyes turned towards he Alien pop star.
    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: Tue Aug 17, 2010 6:46 pm
Dustry Chevalier ~ていし~
Well, that was an almost perfect waste of my time. Dustry sighed as he looked away from Levant. The people here frightened him now with their lack of client/companion-safety. Somebody may seriously have been hurt in that fire, perhaps trapped inside and dead even, yet they acted as if it happened everyday on a daily basis. Perhaps it does, but still yet... The boy thought as he slowly backed away from the man and turned to look back at the now smoldering maze. Instead of green it was now a charcoaled black and there was smoke still rising from the center in thin wisp. At the very least, nobody was hurt and there were no emergency vehicles. That was all that Dustry could really ask for now, wasnʻt it? But yet, something else suddenly dawned on him. Thatʻs right, most of the party guest had gone up the jack-o-lantern path toward the shooting range to watch Telʻs show. Such a shame that he missed it, and he was actually looking forward to it as well. But, on a brighter note, Dustry was sure that the companion would perform another show at some point, so he would be sure not to allow his over-active-senses get ahead of him and take him where he didnʻt want to go, i.e. a burning maze that nobody really cared about.
The boy ran a pale hand through his hair before setting his hat back on his head. The smoke was starting to make his eyes water, so he took a moment to take the contacts out of his eyes and set them on the side. Yes, they would probably get smashed or thrown-away, but he didnʻt really care at the moment. One pair of contacts or perpetually-irritated eyes? It wasnʻt even much of an argument. Turning away from where he had placed his contacts, Dustry noticed an odd trio looking at the once-burning maze. And much to Dustryʻs dismay, one of them was Ariyoshi. Even though they kind of started down a harsh path that ended up turning sour near the end, Dustry still kind of believed that the two Japanese boys could still be friends and become acquainted. But before he could say anything, Tel was already leading them all way. So hastily, the boy began to follow them. He kind of wanted his jacket back, but it wasnʻt for that selfish reason that he continued to follow. He needed to get to the dinner, and being so new, he had no clue where the green house was.
Once he was inside, Dustry looked around with an obvious awe plastered onto his facial features. He was still trying to get used to living in this mansion, and once he thought he had seen it all something else popped out of nowhere and surprised him yet again. He actually loved this feeling. But shaking that aside, the boy walked down to where Tel had led the other two clients and pulled up a chair next to Ariyoshi. "We meet again." The boy said quietly with a warm smile. "Sorry to run off like that... Iʻm so glad that Tel was able to accommodate you." Dustry continued quietly, stealing a glance at the older magician on the other side of Tel. The boy was so familiar, yet Dustry couldnʻt put his finger on who the hell the boy was. Donʻt look preoccupied when youʻre with a client Dustry reminded himself as he settled down into the chair and hung his hat on the back. Smile and look presentable.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 1:29 pm
Voltaire • Sonnen Sonnen’s heart jumped when Othello held his hand affectionately, feeling like a teenage girl. Well, okay, so he wouldn’t know what it felt like to be a teenage girl, but the fluttery feelings in his chest and stomach were pretty girly, so he was just speculating. But he couldn’t calm himself over the fact that Othello was holding his hand. Honestly, after all the dirty, kinky things he’d done in the past, and he got flustered over someone holding his hand. Psh. He was getting soft, he supposed. He needed to watch a manly, gory movie or shoot a gun or run a squirrel over with his car or something to regain his masculinity after tonight. Maybe his friend Pasha would be up for it later; having a Russian friend in English-speaking territory was always comforting for him. Though his accent came back hella thick after hanging out and speaking Russian with him; kind of like when he got tipsy or really, really sleepy. Stupid accent. Everyone should just speak Russian. This would solve the problem.
He felt a jealous niggle in his stomach when he saw Othello lie his head on Davi’s shoulder. Though he felt a little relieved as well when he turned down Othello’s duet offer, glad he’d gotten the hint, or at least felt the same. Now if he would just stop getting so close to Othello then everything would be ********.
Sonnen nodded in appreciation of the décor of this year’s Halloween party. Very gothic and elegant, much like The Madam herself. She favored dark wood and alternative-style things more than anyone he knew, and he loved that about her. It wasn’t traditional and boring. The redhead eased himself into a chair and sighed with relief at being able to get off his feet, but was a bit disappointed that his lap would be cold without Othello’s warmth to keep him toasty. Oh well. He would order a coffee or something to replace the warmth, though he knew it wouldn’t be the same at all. He looked at his goblet of iced water with disdain; he didn’t really like super cold drinks, nor did he like super hot. It had to be just the right temperature or he wouldn’t drink it. He was picky that way. People always put too much ice in his drink, making it hypercold, so he turned his nose up at it and waited for the first course, which was usually soup, some bread or crackers or something, and a performance. The Madam had hired performers from other agencies so her Companions could enjoy an evening with Clients and guests without the obligation of performing.
Why was Othello worrying over Davi? He’d be fine. Who cared if he was a little depressed or something? Let him be miserable. Or whatever. Sonnen politely turned away from the conversation, since it was between Othello and Davi and none of his business. He was tempted to eavesdrop to gain an edge on the pop tart, but refrained in favor of observing the rest of the dinner party for the evening.
Levant and Mr. Heresy had just taken their seats on the opposite side of the table from them and a few chairs down. Not too far, though. Remembering his Companion façade, Sonnen smiled charmingly and took note of them to maintain appearances. “Evening, Mister Herest, Levant. I do hope you’re having a pleasant time.” It didn’t start a conversation if it didn’t have to, and was polite enough to show sincerity. They both looked a bit… off, though. Heresy looked a wee bit drunk and Levant seemed distinctly awkward. What the hell was going on here? Hmm. Well, it was possible that Heresy had too much to drink and had inflicted himself on Levant, though he seemed a bit flustered by the Spartan’s presence, so that seemed unlikely. Both of them seemed to be avoiding the other’s eyes. Sonnen smirked at the two. Why were people so dumb? Unable to express feelings when they were so bloody obvious? He chuckled and shook his head, eyes darting back to Othello.
Pot, kettle, black.
Whatever. The weren’t those kinds of ‘feelings’. They were just… feeling-feelings. Nothing special or significant about them. But Othello was still talking to Davi, so Sonnen turned away again with a small, breathy sigh. The rest of the party trickled in and took their seats, and Sonnen had the feeling the first course was going to be served soon. He put his napkin in his lap to protect his clothing, brushed his hair back and put it in a low ponytail with a bit of ribbon, and set his hands in his lap primly. Not two minutes later were servers striding in with trays laden with bowls of soup. There was one waiter to each guest, as Sonnen had suspected from The Madam. A shallow bowl of soup was placed in front of him, along with a small round of brittle bread. ‘GP’ was drawn in the middle of the soup in some kind of sauce, meant to be mixed in, he supposed.
“Shrimp bisque,” the waiter intoned as he set the bowl down, moving to stand. Sonnen asked for a cup of coffee before he could get away, and one would be brought to him in a couple of minutes. Sonnen looked back down at his soup, noting the light orange hue and bits of shrimp. Delightful. Seafood was all right on Sonnen’s list, but what about Othello, who was vegetarian? The singer looked over to his younger friend and saw that his was a light vegetable-based broth soup instead, with some mixture of vegetables and somesuch in it. Sonnen smiled and shook his head at himself. Of course The Madam would know of her guests preferences beforehand.
The soup was exquisite, as he knew it would be. Appropriately fancy without being so outlandish as to alienate people. He slowly enjoyed it, using the bread to dip in and remembering that the proper way to consume soup was to scoop away from oneself with the spoon. Not everyone knew that, but certain things were beaten into him as a child. Sophistication and elegance was one thing Sonnen was comfortable with, at the very least. It was more casual, grungy settings that he wasn’t sure how to act in. It never hurt to be too polite, though.
The light blackout, however, was not part of the plan.
Sonnen startled a bit, not able to see much with the dimming light outside, but halted eating as he supposed he was supposed to. Of course he knew what was coming, but he’d been enjoying his food and sort of… forgot. When Arabian music started playing from hidden speakers in the greenhouse, Sonnen smiled. Without knowing beforehand what the entertainment was to be tonight, he could tell just from the music. The lights started to brighten back up, showcasing a young woman at the head of the table. She had long blonde hair, dramatic makeup, and was klinking little finger cymbals to the beat of the music.
Lily. In a belly dancer outfit. Yup, he’d guessed it. He felt like he should win something.
Outfitted in happy yellow and white, the woman shimmied and twirled around the perimeter of the table. Some of the guests had stopped eating so they could clap to the beat of the music. Of course even The Madam’s assistant would be miraculously talented. Sonnen smiled and shook his head for the third time that night, clapping along as well. What could it hurt?
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