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 Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 11:10 pm
"Whoa! Wait just a second...Did she just say ALTAIR?! I just...Oh my goodness. I recognize you now! You're his brother....Oh wow, that's just incredible!" Her eyes were wide, and she attempted to climb across the counter as Nyx signed the autograph.
"Oh, please, don't leave! I promise, I'll make you whatever you want, but, oh god, this is embarassing but...can I touch you? I mean, you're Alan's brother! That's just...I mean, how could one explain something so incredible?"
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((Hee hee, major edit))
"Hold up just a second. Are you saying to me that you want me to intentionally get fired from my job, thrown out of my parents house with the faith that a stranger will arrange a place for me to stay all for the sake of a gig? You're out of your mind..." Andrew trailed off. He was feeling quite dizzy after the frantic movements his eyes had been making, and the consistent shaking of his head out of disbelief.
For the first time, Andrew truly looked at David, and his pace soon came to a halt. He completely stopped listening to David once the word 'lovely' had been spoken. Andrew didn't even catch his name. His dark, olive colored eyes widened as his eyes attempted to absorb the view of the mysterious man like a sponge. He was...well, he was just damn sexy, that's what he was.
Andrew stood dumbly for a moment, his mouth slightly ajar. He was usually never nervous at all, under almost any pretense, but this was something completely different than he knew before. Firstly, Andrew had never seen anyone so magnificent in his entire life, and he could to little to restrain himself from doing anything rash. There also was the fact that people were still trying to set him up with girls, so his true feelings hadn't really been discovered by anyone, really, as of yet.
Feeling heat as well as definite tension flowing violently through his body, Andrew decided to end the little encounter, or at least attempt to. "You know, it was lovely, but I really should go. Things to do, drinks to serve, you know." He flashed a quick smile, before turning quickly, trying to rid himself of the heat within. His pace was now nearing the speed of a brisk jog.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 9:26 am
Lu continued with her unending wandering of the town, currently spaced out on something or another, going through the stored pictures on her camera's memory card. Her converse just kept walking on their own, in their bright peach glory. She couldn't find a converse that was mango colored, so she settled for peach.
She didn't notice at all that there were two men chatting away on the sidewalk coming up in front of her, another VM poster in there midst. Lu's sensory system kicked in at the presence of that poster- so in effect, she stilled failed to see the two men, but she did see the poster. She flicked the dial on top of her camera to the image capture mode, and then proceeded to adjust the lens settings. With a click, yet another show poster was hers.
And then she realized there were people there. And one of them...
"...Aren't you my landlord?" She was still holding her camera to her eye, looking through the lens.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 11:08 am
"Good. You should take that title proudly." The drumstick in Helena's hand stopped spinning since Helena now had her hands flared out to the side, the drumstick resting between her long fingers and the palm of her hand which had a large red heart with a thick black outline draw there with sharpies.
"Well, considering that we have no idea where he is, and probably avoiding the 'goddess' over here, I say we just sit around and rest for the time being." A small beep came from Helena's phone, so to see what that could be, she reached down into her woolly bag sitting below her feet, and pulled out the slender phone resting in a side pocket. After glancing at the screen she simply let go of the phone, letting it fall back into its spot in her purse.
"How about someone call him? We can just drag him back here with an annoying phone call." A siren from the window caught Helena's attention, making her swing her head quickly to the window even though she could not see what was going on; her hair swaying with the speed of her movement. Only a small sigh could be heard and she turned her head back from the commotion outside.
"So, who is going to call him?" One of her long thin eyebrows came up from its normal place on her eye as she looked at the two sitting before her.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 6:45 pm
[Nyx D. Altair]
"Um. Yes, yes, I'm Alan's brother... I take it you're madly in love with him?" By now, the skeletal man was used to being overshadowed by his far more handsome and appealing twin. Their customers a decade ago had preferred him anyway...
"Alright, I'll stick around," he muttered as the previous woman's friends gathered behind him. "Could you all form a line, maybe? Starting with the lovely barista."
Pausing, he waited for the women to arrange themselves in a more organized manner. "Much better. Now," he began, turning to the caffeine-high woman behind the counter. "Touch me anywhere and anyhow." The girls in line giggled madly in anticipation, hoping they'd get a turn to touch him how they wanted, too...
[Alan K. Altair]
Rolling his eyes at Nathan, Alan sighed lightly. "You know you look immensely boyish right now, Princess," he commented icily, unsure why he suddenly felt such disdain for the tranny. He ignored most of his speech, staring into space with a loosely stoic look on his face.
"Hnn. I'll call him in a bit. He probably stopped at a bar or cafe or something and with any luck, he'll gather a swarm." He hoped desperately that this would be it - Nyx had been behaving a little awkwardly lately as Alan received attention from fans and the thinner twin was left to the shadows. As much as Alan enjoyed the crowds, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty for stealing them away from his significantly more talented brother...
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 7:48 pm
((Gasp! No Andrew in this one. So sad!))
"On second thought..." Elizabeth had started to think more on the matter, and she came upon the conclusion that even if he was related to Alan, very closely in fact, it just wouldn't be the same. It was close, but was it close enough?
"I really shouldn't. I should probably get back to work, actually." Elizabeth blushed, the confused thoughts that had been stirring inside of her expressing themselves in a bright red on her cheeks. "I'll go get started on that, dark Alan, did you say?" She turned her head to from behind the counter, where Courtney was surprisingly working.
"No need." The brunette barista said sternly, a hint of annoyance still in her tone. Not a moment too soon nor too late, Courtney brought forth the steaming beverage, and reached across to hand it Elizabeth's way. "But how did you..." Elizabeth blinked at the Alan Altair in confusion for a moment before grabbing it from Courtney's hands. "I found about 20 sticky notes placed all over back here, all with the same recipe on it. I thought it was crazy, but whatever." She simply shrugged, before placing herself in front of the register, hoping to sort out the fangirls from the waiting customers.
"Next!" she called over the hubbub.
Elizabeth held the Alan Altair in her right hand, although she was still quivering in excitement, causing a few stray drops to drip down the edge of the cup. With her free left hand, she gently reached up and touched the skinny twin's face, her thumb slowly caressing the pale skin.
Elizabeth couldn't take this much longer. Both of her legs were shaking almost violently, and her knees buckled beneath her as she fell into an excited but very unconscious oblivion. She had fainted.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 8:12 pm
[Nathan A. Wilson]
"Hmph. Alright, rest sounds fine." The Scot crossed his legs delicately, assuming a more effeminate pose. His ice-blue eyes stared lazily at the Kaltec as he called him 'boyish'.
"Well, I am a boy, aren't I? Jesus, you'd think you'd never seen one before." Normally, the Scot wouldn't give Merlin's left testicle if anyone called him boyish or masculine, but it seemed whatever venom Alan was spitting toward him tempted him to return it tenfold. "Your sweaty after-gym stink displeases me. Take a damned shower." The awkward Austrian side of his mash-up accent was becoming stronger as he grew more irritated with the muscular male.
"Hmph. It'll take a lot of luck for him to gather a flea, let alone fans." Why was he attacking Nyx now? To annoy Alan. It was easier to press the handsome twin's buttons when his scarred brother was under the microscope...
[David Bacardi]
"That is what I'm saying..." David stated slowly before realizing that Andrew was long gone. Apparently the boy was gay, because it was obvious he was struck by the vampiric magnetism rolling off the chocolate-haired man.
"Oh. Now that's interesting..." Following the near-escapee with quick, long strides, he barely caught the statement from the girl behind them. Grabbing onto Andrew's shirt with slender fingers to hold him in place, he turned with a broad, naturally sexy grin.
"Why, Lu! What a pleasant surprise." He tilted his ponytailed head to the side, now with a pleasantly tame smile. "Going to Chop Suey tonight for VM?" He knew the girl would understand, having seen her around everywhere there was anything Mangos-related. He was quite glad she wasn't after his beloved Alan...
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 8:32 pm
She lowered her camera from her face, cheerfully grinning in turn.
"Yessir!" Lu even gave a sort of salute to the man who owned her apartment complex. Well, technically her mum's apartment, but Lu was much more noticeable than her more conservative mother. She put a finger to her lower lip afterwards.
"The last show I got some good shots of Alan shirtless and all, but I think if I manage to get better positioning I can actually get more of the whole band... But Alan's stage presence just sorta takes over, Nat joins in sometimes and it's really cute but overall..." She was rambling. She liked relating to other Vampiric Mangos fans. She also had taken on a habit of shortening 'Nathan' to 'Nat' because it put on more of an edge to his female apparel.
Lu's head tilted curiously as she observed the tight grip David had on a boy that actually seemed close to her own age.
"Caught one?-Another fan I mean?" She glanced back at the poster meaningfully, and then back to said captive.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 8:44 pm
[Nyx D. Altair]
With a light sigh, Nyx expected to be turned down again - after all, he wasn't Alan. He would never be Alan, despite being genetically identical to him. It wasn't like anyone would notice if he didn't show up to the gig tonight...
He was about to turn and leave without another word when the hyper barista touched his face. With lightning reflexes he was gifted with as a Kaltec, he grabbed the coffee from her with one hand and grabbed the collar of her shirt with the other, holding as firmly as he could so she wouldn't have a nasty fall and ensuing concussion.
"Um... little help?" he muttered to nobody in particular, hoping a fan or the other barista might aid the awkward pair.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 10:32 pm
Courtney couldn't help but snort upon seeing Elizabeth touch the skinny band member, and then proceeded to not contain herself upon seeing her fall, and laughed on the brink of hysteria. "You know, I'd love to help out over there," she began, a very sharp, sarcastic tone coated her voice. "But, I'm not sure I want to even get near you if you make girls collapse upon just touching you. I mean, jeez, what was that?"
She received a couple of nasty looks upon her poking fun at their beloved Altair boy, so she snapped back at them. "Oh my God, I was kidding. What is wrong with you people?" She jumped over the counter and lifted Elizabeth into her arms, supporting her head and holding her from behind the knees. It wasn't a very steady grasp, so Courtney placed the fallen colleague on a nearby, unoccupied table.
"I think she'll be alright. I mean, you did catch her for the most part. She didn't get concussed or anything, which is alright I guess. I can't imagine Elizabeth with brain damage. The thought just boggles the mind..."
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"Hey, wait a minute," Andrew scowled, turning. "What's interesting?" He received no reply, as the man who was now imprisoning Andrew stopped to chit-chat with a very hyperactive young woman. He neglected to join in on the conversation, not wanting his hidden love for Nathan to be revealed.
Although he really didn't want to be let go, potentially forever out of the grasp of the beautiful man, he had to keep up his act, keep his secret within. "I'm serious, lay off. I need to go." He struggled against the vampire's strength, a certain reluctance still lingering in his voice. He gestured to the imaginary watch on his left wrist.
With large, olive colored puppy dog eyes, he looked back at David. "Please, I need this, I can't not go. I know, that was a double negative, but I can't really speak in an articulate manor when I'm worried about something. I would do almost anything to go to that concert, but not my job..."
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 11:06 pm
[Nyx D. Altair]
Nyx chuckled, accustomed to rough jokes and sarcasm. "That was the poison, of course. It only affects you if you touch my face, though..." he stated with an eyeroll.
Waves of anger flared from the gathered fans as the other barista poked fun at him. He gave them all a reassuring smile and they calmed almost immediately. Turning back to the sarcastic woman, he laughed.
"She seems to be quite the quirky one," he commented as he sipped his coffee. "Hnn. Maybe I'll invite her backstage after the show tonight, if she comes. Would you tell her that for me when she wakes? I have to get going..."
The league of Mangos fans whined softly. "If you ladies come to the show tonight, I'll let you hang around backstage too. I've got all your lovely faces memorized already..."
Various women screeched "I'll get to meet Nathan!" or, most commonly "I'll get to meet/touch/lick/talk to/molest Alan!" With a light groan, Nyx turned and left, getting into his Porsche and driving off without much thought other than...
"Goddamn you, Alan."
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 11:12 pm
A low puff of breath came from Helena's crimson lips as she began to shift moods. This simply mood swing was quite usual since she had been the bands bi-polar drummer. Once she opened her eyes from the long escaping air between lips, Helena leaned forward and picked up her bag from the ground.
"I'm going to call him since all you two can do is bicker at each other," a stern tone came upon her voice as she spoke. About midway through her sentence she had gotten up from the couch and stood to finish her statement.
With a flick of her head, Helena had turned around and walked out to the small slab of concrete hanging outside of a large glass door. She slid the door open, walked outside, and slammed the door behind her."Always have to be the one taking charge. Just my luck," she spoke with the freedom of being alone outside. Helena reached into her bag and pulled out the slender phone that had only a small life span left. After scrolling down her contact list, she came upon Nyx number, and hit the green button with her thumb.
"He better answer." After waiting a few moments, the obnoxious bells could be heard through the speakers as she waited for the ring to be interrupted by his answer.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 11:42 pm
[Alan K. Altair]
Alan glared daggers at the Scot, everything else fading away as his crimson eyes attempted to burn holes through the other man's head. "Don't. Ever. Talk about my brother like that, you sick freak." Standing and leaning in close to the seated tranny, he pinned the thin arms of the mage to the back of the couch and growled.
"Don't even get me started on... your mother." Their noses were barely an inch apart now, Nathan's pointed and subtly freckled one versus the Kaltec's chalk-white, flawless one. "Or how about your impoverished father and his ratty little house? Or your short, half-assed life, what with that disease your filthy mother gave you, hmm? Would you like me to go into detail, Princess?" he spat, not even noticing as Helena left to call the absent twin.
[Nyx D. Altair]
The skeletal twin was racing against no one. The Carrera sped down side streets with no direction other than away from the Roosevelt. He didn't want to talk to anyone or see anyone who might say something about how great Alan and Nathan were. As the work he did for the band broke his weak, tortured body, the effort went largely ignored compared to the naturally charismatic and (more importantly) attractive other men of the Mangos. His cane, a symbol of his silent pain, lay freely jostling about in the passenger seat, his only companion on this lonely drive.
As his phone rang, Nyx hurriedly clipped on his earpiece and answered. His voice was awkward and full of tears, the sobs on the verge of releasing as he thought he was going to be left alone.
"H-hello?" he answered weakly, tone trembling. A sudden panic struck him as he realized he hadn't checked the caller ID... and it could be someone from the band. Worst of all, it could be Alan.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 12:14 am
[Nathan A. Wilson]
"Why shouldn't I? It's true, isn't it?" The transvestite sounded confident, at least until the other male's hands had turned to shackles around his arms and pinned him to the couch like icy prisons. The orbs of pale azure grew larger in fright, and he pressed himself back in an attempt to distance himself from his captor.
"I- you- you b*****d! Shut up! Just shut up!" Tears filled his widened eyes as suddenly his shouts turned blatantly deep and masculine. "Don't you dare say a word against my mother! She was a beautiful person, and you have no right to say anything negative about her!" He fought against the force holding him down, but to no avail - the Kaltec was immense amounts more powerful, both physically and magically.
"My father is clean, honorable, and kind! That's more than I can say for yours!" His angry voice was heavy with Austrian influence. "My. Mother. Was. Not. Filthy." Every word dripped with biting venom, though where all this hate had sprung from was unknown to him.
"I told you about my disease in confidence, Alan, trusting that you wouldn't use it against me." Struggling again, he still made no progress on loosening the iron, flesh shackles around him. Calming, reason slowly dripped like an IV into his mind. "Let me go, Alan. We need to separate and calm down." With only a moment's pause, he bit his lip and added a quiet, "please."
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 12:32 am
[David Bacardi]
"Shirtless Alan, eh?" David inquired with heavy interest. "You'll have to share later..." he said with a wink. "Nathan is indeed a wonderful performing partner for Alan, I must say. I simply adore how they interact together."
After a pause, he glanced back at Andrew. "He is a fan, but he seems to think that me offering him a home isn't enough reason to go to the show tonight." A disappointed frown played across his beautiful face, disappearing quickly.
"Andrew, dear, I can get you an apartment and a job. I have many connections, I've been around many, many years longer than you'd think." With an eerie, suggestive wink, he released his grip on the enchanted man's shirt. "I have... experience," he stated with a sensuous tone to his voice.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 7:13 am
"Of course she'll be there, she wouldn't miss it for the world. If she had to choose between sitting at her mother's deathbed or going to your show tonight, I'm pretty sure we both know what she'd pick." Courtney sneered at the other barista, then glanced back to Nyx.
"Tell her to go backstage? And have her risk another little fainting spell, or worse? Yeah, right, that's quite funny. Lets just see if she wakes up from her coma before we get ahead of ourselves."
She watched the fragile boy leave the shop once more, and then she announced, "Okay, settle down. Your little pseudo-celebrity has left the building. Just order, sit down, and drink in peace." Courtney's badgering about Nyx once more upset the frantic fans, but she ignored them, leaping back behind the counter and taking charge of both positions on her own.
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Still impatient, Andrew rolled his eyes, waiting to be released, so he could make a run for it once more. The other man's usage of the word 'dear' however, caught his attention, and he turned to meet his beautiful gaze once more.
"Well, it's just, you're a stranger," Andrew began. "How can I know that you are trustworthy?" He tried to have a justifiable excuse, but he doubted his own words. He gave up on having the subject being let go. If his puppy dog gaze hadn't worked, he wasn't sure anything he had in his arsenal would.
He almost sighed in relief when he felt his shirt released, but now he had no desire to run. And even if he did have that urge, it would have been wasted away upon David speaking with a quite sensual voice. "Experience?" Andrew almost gasped out the word, followed by him almost melting in his shoes.
He jumped over the large obstacle that were his nerves, gazed into David's eyes and spoke back in a sultry voice of his own, "I suppose a man with experience is exactly what I need." He by now was completely turned and faced towards David, a short distance was between them. But, Andrew wasn't done.
"However, is there any way to prove you are as qualified as you claim to be?"
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