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 Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 7:58 pm
Pip got off of his perch and took Alice's hand gently. If he had known.. Now he felt like an a** and regret sat in his eyes for being harsh on the subject. He came around to Alice's front and gently slipped his hand under her chin. "T'at.. is not love. And not every man is like t'at. Anyone who does 'urt a woman should rot in 'ell, Mademoiselle." Pip said honestly. He released her hand, in order to wrap his long arms around her and pull her into a gentle hug.
"Im sorry Mademoiselle. If you 'ad told me before i wouldnt 'ave said all t'at." Pip said honestly. "I didnt mean to 'urt your feelings." Pip said as he released the woman. What more could he say though. He was causing alot of issues here with his delusion of love. What Pip said next was coming from his heart, not that it wasnt usually.
"I'll quit... if you want me to Mademoiselle. I dont need to keep doing t'is all t'e time. Creating issue.." Pip added gently.
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"Look i drank ist alle!" Una said with a giggle and a blush. "Ist vas gut i vant something else Valter!" Una said with a smile. She reached over the counter and grabbed hold of Walters vest and pulled him close. She put her free hand on his cheek and leaned in. "You vill make me more drinks Ja? More nice tastingt drinks, vunderbar drinks zt'at make mein headt spin. Und maybe i vill do somezt'ingt nice fur you?" Una said as she brushed noses with Walter and ran her fingers through his hair.
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"Someone.. get her off of me please?" Walter swallowed hard and blushed.
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Vlad had his head in his hands, trying his damned best to ignore the wonderful German school girl next to him. Orange hair.. green eyes.. pale skin.. virgin.. virgin. Cute perky breasts. Can i be her teacher for today? Ill give her something that tastes good. My c**k. No! Bad Vladimir! No dont touch her, you cant touch her. Why not? Hans will kill you and you owe him your life. FUUUUUUCK ME. Vlad let out a groan to his own thoughts.
He got up and grabbed Una's around the waist. Tearing her from Walter he set her on the ground besides him. Putting his hands on her shoulders he walked her over to Integra and Dante. "Take her away before i - Just go in a booth somewhere!" Vlad demanded, as he released Una and went back to his seat. There he chugged the rest of his drink and ordered another.
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Integra who had been talking with Dante, shook her head at Vlad and grabbed Una and the twin and headed to a booth. This way the girl could get drunk with the safe people of the group.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 8:25 pm
 __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ - Alice 'Madame Mia' Ladd - __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Alice wasn't sure what to expect from Pip right there. Probably some words and nothing more. The calm tone and his actions were soothing. Though the hug did frighten her for a moment. It was the whole action of letting someone so close. A kiss was one thing, but a hug was something else. An honest hug at least. Which was probably why she stayed in her spot, not moving an inch. It made her seem much more fragile, than that tough appearance she had towards everyone else. That wasn't love? Well... was it? He had said more often than not he loved her every time he apologized for beating the crap out of her... So if that wasn't it. What was it? What Pip said? Was that possible? "I don't exactly like telling other people about that Pip. It's not something I'm proud of" said the woman. How could he have known anyways? Wait... he'd stop? "Quit? Quit what?" Going after her? Bring this issue up? Because there would be some hesitation from her... Not that she'd admit right now... but... there was something about the Frenchman... that stopped her from just shrugging it off. Had it been any other man she probably would've just let him go on and on in heartbreak.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 8:37 pm
"Working 'ere. Pursuing you. Upsetting you. Pissing t'em off." Pip said as he pointed to Bela and Keith, though now he seemed confused. What- did she not see that- Pip shook his head and addressed the previous issue. "Eet.. dont tell me you blame yourself Mademoiselle? For what 'e did? Eets not your fault. Abusive assholes like t'at.. dont deserve t'eir dicks much less a woman of any caliber." Pip said honestly. "T'at is not love. You never 'urt anyone you love. You take care of t'em, not 'it t'em. Make t'em feel good and all t'at." Pip said not wanting to repeat himself from before.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 8:59 pm
 -Clark Rothenburger-___________________________________________________________He twitched slightly at being a little mocked for showing up. He couldn't really help it. Living with a guy like Avien was a pain sometimes, especially if you did something he didn't expect. He was always a chatty one and wanted to know about everything... Okay, maybe not everything but the point still stood that he never shut up. Even if Clark flipped s**t on him, he seemed to know his motions too well when enraged. Avien aside, his head was in such a spiral about this man that he didn't know what he could do to figure it out. Seeing him seemed to be the best option. Then he heard the comment about smoking. Yeah, he'd started smoking when he started Halo, so age sixteen? Yeah, right around there... He wasn't a chain smoker, but he did smoke when really stressed out (again, usually Halo related when he started) or just felt like it. Right now it was a little mix of both. He took another drag before thinking about the question of what to drink. He hadn't gone drinking in a while, but he was trying to remember what his brother got totally whacked off of before... Because that s**t was good, and he remembered it wasn't the fruity little drinks that Avien had normally ordered... Oh... what was it? "I donno, I haven't been drinking in a while," and with good reason since Avien usually got carried away and then did crazy crazy things... As a matter of fact, that made him a little uneasy about drinking, but Avien wasn't here, so he could drink and not worry about awkward awkward brotherly moments. Awkward moments with Keith? Eh, nothing could beat the thought of what happened the night before in Clark's book. It was really weird though, that when in ACTUAL panic, he seemed calm. This was mainly because he was trying to figure out what he should be feeling, and thus wasn't really displaying much in the way of any extreme emotions... just that of extreme confusion... ____________________________________________________________   
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 9:19 pm
 FERRIS RANDALL
"I don't think it's really comes down the rest of the people." he said standing up to help her off the counter. He reached his hand out to hers to help her down. "I think it's more of me..." he sighed as he managed to get her down.
"You know after getting so immersed in a project, you don't really have time for things like that...when you're up all night reviewing scripts...you definitely aren't well...you know." he grumbled, sitting back down hoping she would take the seat next to him.
"You have to understand, Joy. I mean if you're working here all the time, because as discussed you have no female counterparts, you can't have time for sex." he said, looking away slightly, "But I'm not here to make assumptions."
He took another swig of his drink, really enjoying it on the way down. "It's funny how you say one of the good directors..." he said quietly to himself, waiting for her to speak.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 9:57 pm
Keith smirked as her looked at Clark, pondering if the guy had even ever drink before. Clark didn't look like the kind of guy to try to get alchool (too much trouble) while being underage and he didn't look that much older than eighteen, so the possibility of it being his first. He straighten up and gave a pat or two on his friend (it was safe to assume they were friend's now, in Keith's mind at least) back. "Walter! Jagerbomb for Clark, here." He told the bartender, who was still busy doing that little girl's drink. Was she even old enough to be there? Bah, like he was one to care about that. As Walter brought back the drink for Clark, Keith looked at him once more. The boy seemed to be... Thinking. A lot more than he had done the previous night. Seriously, he seemed more the kind to shoot first and ask question later. "You seem troubled Clark. But ********, so am I! Let's drink to that!" He laugh some before taking a sip out of his almost empty alcohol glass. "It's not about ******** yesterday, now is it? Still curious about...thing?"
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 10:06 pm
 x████████x x████████x Bela sighed as she slid into the stool next to Ferris, just listening. He was obviously more knowledgeable than she was, although that was pretty easy to be. But, really, what did she know of people and making movies? Close to nothing, in all honesty. She could have had the opportunity to take part of club at high school for people aspiring to work on those kinds of things, but she hadn't. Oh no, she was much too busy in the backseat of the school basketball player's car to even consider one of those things!
"Well, when you put it like that..." Bela muttered, raising her eyebrows and biting her lower lip. It was rather disheartening to know the life of a director was so lonely. Reviewing scripts in the middle of the night? Life really was hard, and Bela was grateful she lived in her own little bubble.
Smart kid. Because I wasn't going to disclose that with you, anyway. Bela thought, readjusting herself in her seat. She didn't quite catch the last thing he said, having been distracted by watching Alice getting hugged by Pip. It was... odd. Usually, Alice was rather vocal against getting hugs. Hell, Bela even only got away with one the other time because it was an emotional moment!
Good director? Yeah, she heard that, though. "Well, you are, aren't you?" Bela asked with a small shrug, not knowing what else she could follow that up with. "You seem very lonely because of that, though." Bela said gently, a frown tugging at the edges of her lips. Loneliness was something Bela wished on no one. Hell, she even took in Keith, because she knew he'd be alone, otherwise. Of course, she too, was lonely. Aside from Alice, Matthew, Keith(to some extent) and Winnifred... well, she didn't have any other friends. And even they all hated her, at some point. Lots of lovers, though.
"Are you... lonely?" One could think she was trying at him, but really, this was rising out of... somewhere. But definitely not just a play at him, or anything.
 x████████xBELA JAMES x████████x THE MISGUIDED HEART
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 10:19 pm
-Clark Rothenburger-___________________________________________________________He blinked a few times over at Keith. Of course it was about yesterday... what else could it be about? Well, aside from celebrating finally killing that stupid whore in his game... He knew for a fact that he was pleased about that. Everything that happened with Keith though, just had him confused. Keith's assumption about his personality was generally correct... He did shoot first, and ask questions later... That's why he was always the traitor in video games. That and he was just a little trigger happy.~ He took a sip of his drink before shaking his head a little, "Confused is more the word," he muttered in a low tone so that ONLY Keith would hear it, if even that. He was confused, in so many ways. Normally, he thought he would feel violated by what happened and want to beat the s**t out of this man all over again, but DAMN he couldn't be mad about how good it felt. No, he couldn't be angry at him until he said something that really pissed him off again... That probably wouldn't take too long. Clark wasn't one to generally focus on an emotional aspect of anything, since his emotions were generally just 'blind rage' over just about everything... Then again, no one had ever touched him like that, or pleasured him... Hell, the boy hadn't even ever been kissed before yesterday. For some reason he kind of wanted to experience it all again sober to see what the effects would be... but he was already drinking something, so fat chance that was happening. That and he liked the sensation of being high. He'd let Keith do anything to him in that state of mind... _____________________________________________________________
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 10:33 pm
Keith kept his eyes on Clark, never moving them away or barely blinking at all. This was rather... amusing. Yes, he needed Clark as a safety net replacement of Conor but... at the same time, he enjoyed playing with the boy... in all the senses that this word could mean. It was like... Like he was training his own little virgin. He snickered at that thought. he jumped out of his stool and made his way behind Clark, placing and arm around his shoulder, and lowering his head at the same hight as his. "Dude, if it can help you out.... blondie over there, oh, she's the one with the crappy couch btw, well, she's a stripper here. If you feel like some female attention, I can ask her to give you a lapdance in the private room" He grinned more, motioning toward Bela. Would she do it? Probably, if Keith paid her twice as much as what she would usually charge, but for some reason, he didn't minded right. He didn't minded a lot of things that night. "Or, you know. If you prefer to just... not think anymore, I got more weed if that's your more in your fancy." Like if he would miss an occasion of getting high. Ah!
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 10:43 pm
-Clark Rothenburger-___________________________________________________________As if the man weren't sexually awkward enough, let's get him a lap dance from Keith's room mate while they were at it! He it was obvious from the look on his face that he'd rather get high and forget for a while. He took another drink from his glass, making it all the more obvious how much out of his comfort zone he was. Twitching slightly at the thought of that blond touching him. Was he repulsed? Not really... Turned on? Definitely not... Subconsciously moving closer to Keith? You betcha! "Uh..." was all he could really say for himself as too many thoughts hit him all at once for actual words to come out. _____________________________________________________________
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 10:55 pm
Awh! Wasn't he cute! Keith could understand why Clark's brother loved to tease him! He was so fun to tease, really. Getting all flustered at the idea of Bela grinding her naked booteh on him. "Alright, alright, dude. No lapdace for now." He said to him, almost whispering in his ear. His hand rubbing Clark's back and giving two small pats. "You need to relax, that's what you need and I got exactly what you need." He grinned some more and tapped his pocket. He never went anywhere with Weed... Or Cocaine if he had any... but right now, he was out of it, so weed was good enough. "So, wanna go smoke it outside? Or going back to your place? I'd invite you over but, she refuses to give me a key, so I wouldn't be able to let you in." H really didn't understand why Bela refused to give him a key. It's not like him and Clark would have went over, smoke weed in her living room then ******** in her bed... Oh wait, that's exactly what Keith would have done. Wise girl.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 11:06 pm
-Clark Rothenburger-___________________________________________________________Avien may or may not still be at the house... Clark was betting though, that he was out somewhere, maybe flirting with that hairdresser he wouldn't shut the ******** up about a bit ago. It was all 'Kade this' and 'Kade that'... The man really needed to get a grip and stop falling for people so easily. It only let to hurt feelings, and then possibly, hurt exes since Clark wanted to beat the s**t out of them. Like hell if he wanted Avien to get all depressed again. Then he'd want to go drinking and s**t and well, he didn't want to think about what happens when his big brother was drunk. It just wasn't any good memories he had. At the offer of weed though, he'd be willing to risk harassment should the other be there. Clark finished off his drink pretty quickly, not really letting any effects hit him yet. It wasn't like he was a lightweight... Oh yeah, he hadn't really eaten much of anything yet that day aside from munchies that were still scattered about his room from the night before. "I guess we could go back to my place," maybe he wanted to play again? Just a little, but he wouldn't admit that... NEVER... until he was high at least... "I think Avien will probably be gone by the time we got there anyways... but I'm not sure... all I know is that he wouldn't shut the ******** up about some 'cute boy' he met at the salon the other day..." he rolled his eyes. _____________________________________________________________
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 11:21 pm
Keith's lip twiched a b***h.... then a bit more. Then he fully bursted out laughting. A cute guy at the salon? He wasn't sure about the cute part, but there was only one guy working at the salon as far as he was concern. "Wait-wait-wait! Do you mean ******** Kade? Hahaha! That guy ******** gave my brother STD. If I were you, I'd tell your brother to be careful. ********. Hahaha." He shook his head and walked away, in Bela's direction, motioning Clark to wait a second. "Hey, Bela. I'm leaving with Clark.... not sure if I'll be back tonight. Don't wait for me." He turned around, looking back at Clark, still looking socially awkward. Sure, he loved his random outburst of rage that made him think of Conor, but him being all awkward at the same time..... well, he just made Keith smile. It was like taking care of a puppy. A puppy with rabies, but a puppy nonetheless! "What do you think? He's kinda cute, eh? Much better than ******** Conor, I'll tell you that." Not really waiting for an Answer from Bela, he made his way back to Clark, tapped him on the shoulder and headed toward the exit.
//Exit Keith?
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 11:23 pm
FERRIS RANDALL
"Yea, I mean think so." he said, responding to her, "I'm not one of the greats...you know, but my films are really hitting hard lately. I'm up for an academy award this year." he shrugged, obviously unsure of himself. He was afraid to lose, so he didn't want to talk much about it. Even in his low confidence, he still smiled, proud of his accomplishment. Maybe he should change his business card, Ferris Randall, Oscar Nominated Director... Oscar Winning Director.
"I'm not lonely." he said through he teeth, lying. Besides from just worrying about the girl, he had come for Winnie so he would have someone to share his accomplishments with, because their father was in the hospital his parents wouldn't be there. He wanted his sister to be around for him, after all of the work he had done, he wanted to share it with someone. He considered the girl, after siblings, his best friend, so who was better than that? It was more than just the award too, he was young, and already so successful, he just wanted someone to know. He turned towards the counter and took another swig of his drink...the girl was right, he was lonely, but not enough to admit it.
"I'm just busy, you have to make sacrifices if you really want go get anywhere lately."
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 7:40 am
 
Kade frowned – well, that hadn't lasted long. Theresa would end up talking to someone at the bar and leaving Kade alone. He didn't like it, but, she was only his sister. He wouldn't force her to hang out with him, even if she was the one who dragged him out in the first place.. He stood at the top of the stairs that lead down to the grindhouse, his eyes going to the stage with a drawled sigh. No strippers..? Oh! That was good! Because he knew that Yoakim's brother was a stripper (no surprises there) and he hated him! He didn't want to run into the guy, plus he just plain didn't enjoy strippers that much. It was funny to surprise a friend with one during a girl's bachelor party, but his mother always looked down on people who saw strippers as anything more than that and so did Kade. Going to a bar to hang out, though, was totally okay! He leaned on the railing and looked over who was in. ..No one that Kade cared for. No surprise. Great. He trudged his way over to the bar and slumped down into a pout just in Theresa's line of sight. Done on purpose? Noooo.
..Not that it mattered since the woman was too busy noticing that Matthew wasn't in. She frowned and leaned over a stool to set her hands on the counter, shouting at Walter, “Hey! Matthew's not in today? Day off or what?” It seemed like a quiet just-your-regular-bar day, actually.. Not that many were here, not like the day she first arrived and New Year's was. But, the woman talking to the British bartender clued Kade in that she wasn't paying any attention to him at all. He rolled his eyes and spun his chair around to stare at the ground.. He would call a friend to hang out with him, buut, Kade didn't like anyone on his caller list now, so – “Oh!” He snapped a finger and perked up, flipping open his cellphone to dial a quick number. Avien~! He was a new potential friend who wouldn't turn out to be a total jerk or moron! ..Maybe. Probably would, but Theresa had convinced him to give people a little chance.. She wouldn't bug him about being a 'hermit' anymore if she saw him conversing too, which was a plus. A few, peppy words exchanged and he closed his cellphone. Now, to just wait!
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