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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 9:07 pm
He stumbled to a halt before he ended up accidentally bumping into her or something, then held his hands up with fingers apart in a placating gesture. "I'm sorry," again with the instinctive apology, though one hand slid through his hair before hanging on the back of his neck as he tried to figure out what to say. "I don't either, but it's just.. I don't know anyone," he finally admitted with a shrug as his arms dropped to his sides. "That's sorta why I came, so I could meet people, but.." But he was awful at it, and it was uncomfortable to admit. Normally he'd be busy with his pokemon or his research and either be perfectly content to be alone, or people would run into him. Now neither of those things applied - especially the latter - and it left him feeling sort of.. Well, lonely. Especially at the prospect of the one person he did know wanting to leave immediately.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 9:13 pm
Jerome watched at Izaya bolted off, but was soon finding himself staring at the object in his hand... he stared... and stared.
The music started and a cocked brow lead his gaze upward... No way, this wasn't the microphone that...
He tapped it, and the noise was magnified through the speakers around the room.
A mild, but amused grin spread over his lips. "Awww, man, yer ganna regret this." He spoke into the microphone before the words started.
Jerome had a very pleasant speaking voice, it was deep, and calm, it could be soothing to listen to at time, or damn frightening if he needed.
His singing voice though... This was not a voice that was trained to sing at all.
He had no concept of pitch, or timing. Hell it didn't even feel like he was trying.
But, sang he did, leaned with his back against the counter, elbow propped up with his beer. looking as chill as ever as he held the microphone up and made the whole bar cringe.
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Faleen sat up a little straighter when the horrible singing started, eyes widening a little as her face wore a startled and mortified expression. "Oh dear..."
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 9:13 pm
Apologizing again, and once more she didn't know why. She listened to his explanation, listened as he trailed off, and found she didn't have the patience to connect the dots at the moment. "But?" She stared expectantly, arms remaining crossed and head slightly inclined.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 9:21 pm
Well damn, now he felt like a little kid of some sort. Despite the fact Aila was shorter than he was, the expectant, displeased look she was directing at him made him feel like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar or something, so much so that he completely missed the awful singing. "But.." He floundered briefly, trying to find words and looking like he couldn't find any. Finally a sigh of resignation escaped him and he felt - and in all likelihood, looked - completely deflated. "But I suck at trying to meet people," he admitted at last. "I guess I'm just.. sort of out of my element," in more than one sense of the word, considering he normally spent all his time absorbed in his plants or research, with the only friends he had being ones in similar science majors or classes, and now he didn't have those. "You're the only person here I actually know." He finished with an apologetic look - as if he really had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar and was very sorry he'd never do it ever again ever.
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 9:22 pm
The blue haired girl in the corner looked up, slightly confused by the voice she heard over the speakers; It sounded strangely familiar... Her perplexed look didn't last very long though. When whoever it was who had the mic started to sing, she shrank back into her chair. That was absolutely terrible, not even autotune could make that sound good.
Izumi stood slightly in her chair, trying to look around and spot who it was who was 'singing'.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 9:41 pm
She was otherwise occupied, but she was not so fortunate as to completely disregard the singing. She was, however, tactful enough to fight away the scowl it inspired. Noisy, just as she had said. Despite the distraction, she listened to Inigo's explanation, her pose unmoving until he had finished, at which point her posture relaxed slightly with a sigh. "I'm not much better, you know," she said, the bite gone from her tone. "If you're thinking I'm going to introduce you to someone, you can discard that thought now." With a visible resignation of her own, she turned once more, seating herself on one of the cushioned benches nearby. "I'll be here." Meaning, she would stay as long as she could tolerate it.
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 10:56 pm
He visibly relaxed as she consented to stay, though he did feel bad for keeping her somewhere she didn't want to be.. Even if it did make him feel more comfortable to be in a strange environment with people he didn't know, and still attempting to adapt to a radically different lifestyle than he'd lived up until his expulsion and subsequent recruitment. Even if she didn't want to be there, he was infinitely grateful for her company. "No no no," he said as he sat down on the bench as well, though not too close to respect her space, "I don't want you to do that, I just.. well," he sighed, running his fingers through his hair again, "it's just nice to have someone to talk to when you don't know anybody else." It was making him feel bad though to keep her here, though he supposed if she didn't want to stay she could've left.. Maybe coming to the party was a bad idea after all.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 11:06 pm
It was really uncomfortable sitting here listening to that singing, but at least she was in the company of Nyx.
To help with the awkwardness, the Agent started to cast a glance around the room at the Rockets in the room, wondering who all had come.
A hand scratching under her hair, trying to ignore the singing.
She spotted an Agent she recognized, she was with one of the new Trainees, they didn't look as if they were to happy at the moment.
"hm... Excuse me Nyx, I will be right back" She told the Elite, before rising gently to her feet, motioning for the Umbreon to stay.
It was a good reason to celebrate, another year the Rockets were around, and thriving. and while she liked spending time with Nyx, Faleen was looking to help with more time with the Team, together,
"Aila, and Inigo" She smiled as she stepped over to them "Good evening, would you two like to join Nyx and I at the table?" She asked, gesturing over the white haired women.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 11:56 am
"You won't meet anyone just by sitting here and talking to me," she responded frankly, brushing idly at the ends of her hair. Once again two conflicting viewpoints arose within her: the part that remembered her days as a trainee and how isolated she had been and the part that looked back on those days and chided herself for having been so reclusive in an organization based on teamwork. "You took the effort to come here and meet people, after all. It seems silly to go back having only spoken to the person you already knew."
The familiar voice speaking her name and that of her company drew Aila's attention, and she nodded in greeting, "Evening, Faleen." The offer elicited the faintest suggestion of surprise, and her gaze followed the other agent's gesture to the table where Nyx sat, knowing full well that the scientist disliked her. Well, but if Inigo had come to better acquaint himself with the team but evidently wouldn't do so unless the interactions were facilitated by Aila... Perhaps it was better to accept, if only to create an environment in which the trainee would be able to comfortably meet his allies.
"Sure," she replied, giving an attempt to sound at least mildly enthusiastic. She shifted slightly in preparation to stand, looking to Inigo to await his response before taking action.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 12:22 pm
A pair of hands erupted into applause as Jerome finished, followed by the sound of jovial laughter. "Bravo, bravo!" Nakura called to the singer once he was done. "Well...that was certainly unexpected. I'm sure we never knew you had it in you, Jerry-kun." Izaya had relocated himself and the laptop with the playlist during Jerome's performance, seating himself across from a young lady with blue hair at one of the cushioned benches. As it turned out, he soon found himself back-to-back with Inigo.
"I think it's time for a slow song, don't you?" he asked the tattooed girl with a warm smile, pulling out the second microphone from within his suit. There were two just in case there was a duet, but unless Jerome wanted to sing with a partner in the next one, he doubted the first mic would be put to use.
Turning half-way, he tapped Inigo on the shoulder and held out the second microphone. "I think this is for you," he whispered cheerfully, hoping the man would have the instinctive reaction of taking the thing offered to him before asking questions or examining it. Most humans seemed to have the habit of doing that. "Break a leg." On top of that, Aila and Inigo both seemed on the verge of leaving their current seats to sit elsewhere. Izaya hoped they would. He didn't want to be found out any sooner than he had to.
With his free hand, he tapped a button on the keyboard of the computer on his lap and the second song began to play. "So! How are you this fine evening?" He asked the pretty young lady beside him, holding out his hand. "Name's Nakura. And yours?"
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 12:46 pm
Izumi stared wide-eyed at the man as he took a seat at her table; He asked her about a slow song, she blinked at him in response. Well... he seemed nice, and she did come out to try and socialize... The girl took a deep breath before hesitantly putting out her hand. "I-I'm Izumi... Um, I-I'm good..." She squeaked out quietly, barely audible over the karaoke music. That wasn't so hard, was it? Not at all. Izumi could do this, she could talk to strangers. "I-is that your friend?"
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 1:01 pm
"Izumi-chan! Kawaii~ What a cute name. Isn't that Japanese for 'fountain' or 'spring'?" Not to mention it was quite close to his own real name, but he wasn't going to tell her that. "Neh, does that mean you're Japanese?" He asked, putting his elbows up on the table surface and folding his hands across it. Leaning forward, he rested his chin on his steepled fingers and regarded her with a cunning grin.
"Him?" He glanced back over his shoulder. "Oh, no, not at all~ I hardly know the guy," he admitted shamelessly, chuckling. "May I ask what brings you here, miss Izumi-chan? Do you dance, perhaps?" As he spoke, his crimson eyes wandered across her face, neck, and shoulders, following the tattoos to her mechanical arm. He chose not to comment on it just yet, though. "Or maybe you're meeting someone? Whoever it is better get here soon. Doesn't he know it's not safe to leave such a cute girl alone at a bar so late at night? Especially during a party like this."
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 1:35 pm
"U-um... yes." This guy sure talked fast, it was hard to keep up with all the things he said and asked. Izumi shrunk back in her seat, quickly becoming more uncomfortable as the questions kept coming. "I-I, no. I'm not meeting anyone... Um- I go out... once a week..." The girl rubbed her arm nervously, but resisted the urge to run. Be social. Make friends. This was just a normal guy, asking normal questions, being friendly; No different than those nice guys who bought her drinks at the club.
"Y-yes. I dance... I- Um. I normally go to the clubs... But I needed to go somewhere different... A-are you here with friends?" A lot of people came in not too long ago, maybe he was with that group.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 1:47 pm
"Ah...you could say that, but I don't think they really want to spend time with me at the moment," Izaya mused quietly. He doubted many of his 'friendships' with the other Rockets were mutual. Just because he loved humanity didn't mean humanity loved him. In fact, his old secretary had once gone so far as to suggest that humanity hated his guts.
"Izumi-chan," Izaya said more slowly, reaching out to take her previously outstretched hand, "Do you find me intimidating? You seem to keep stuttering." Moving his head down to gently kiss the back of her hand, he released it. "If there's something about me that bothers you, don't hesitate to let me know. Unless, of course, you're just like this around all the guys you meet." He laughed lightly. "Would you like something to drink?"
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 2:01 pm
"U-um no... not you... I just..." Have a problem with speaking to people. Not that she'd ever say that outloud; Not that she really needed to, it was fairly obvious. The blue-haired girl winced slightly when the man kissed her hand- That was weird... Touching was weird...
"Oh-" Izumi brightened up a little, slightly more familiar with this part of meeting people. "Um. Yes please." Yes, just like the nice men at the club. It was too bad none of his friends wanted to spend time with him- He was pretty nice... Maybe a little bit talkative, but nice. She could relate to not having anyone who wanted to be around her, except maybe mechanical things, like her Beldum.
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