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 Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 7:24 am
Helena's darkened eyes widened when he answered after she had given up on him calling. A small smile then ran across her face after regaining hope once more.
"No need to worry, it's just me." A warm voice hit the phone in attempt to calm him down. After hearing his 'hello' she knew he was a little scared who would be calling him. She turned around, and leaned back with an ease on the railing.
"Where are you. The two half-wits are falling apart in there with their senseless fighting and I could not be any more bored." Helena leaned her head back, letting the black abyss atop her head hang over the railing and above the streets. The hair band that she had used to put her hair up once she reached the outdoors had slipped off and was falling gracefully through the city air from the deck. "We decided to wait for you to come before we practice, so in the waiting time those two got into a typical fight." There was a pause from her as she waited for his answer.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 9:47 am
[Nyx D. Altair]
"S-sorry." Nyx slowed the Porsche and pulled over, leaning his arms on the sides of the steering wheel and resting his forehead against the top. "I... I'm sorry, just... kick Alan in the st-stomach and smack N-Nathan upside the head. Th-they'll calm down..." There was a small clatter as a tiny gem, black with silver streaks, fell from his eye, formed from the silvery tear liquid gathering there as he began to cry.
"Don't wait for me," he told her quietly with a light sniff. "I... I don't th-think I can handle... being o-over there right n-now." Sitting up straight, he turned and reached across the dash to the glovebox, opening it and removing a bottle of pills. "I'll be there... later, i guess..." His voice faltered, its trembling sounds falling too quiet to be audible anymore. There were a few firm clicks as he managed to get his bottle open and shook three of the pills into his hand. Swallowing them with a swig of his coffee, he shut the bottle, slipped it back in the glovebox, and closed it firmly.
"J-just... give me some time... If n-nothing else, i'll be th-there at the show..." The shaking Kaltec leaned back in his seat as sweet relief flooded over him, his pain dulling.
[Alan K. Altair]
Nathan's tears at first did nothing to Alan's attitude. But like water coming to a boil, it needed time. Before the Scot even asked to be let go, the idea was already concrete in his mind, and regret was already gripping at his conscience. "Y-yeah..." he muttered, an apologetic tone painted over his short statement. "Yeah, we need to calm..."
Releasing the crossdresser from his grip, he backed away and found another seat, an armchair in the corner of the room. "I'm sorry, Nathan..." he said softly, crimson eyes looking over at the other male with a melancholy gaze. "I don't know... where all that came from."
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 10:39 am
Lu giggled, patting her camera with her hand lovingly. "I dunno, I might have to charge you..." She blinked at the boy David was talking to, adjusting her glasses and then frowning.
"NOT go to the show? You aren't a fan if you choose something trivial like work over a Mangos show... It's not like it's THAT hard to get another job, and I've lived in David's apartment complex for years... It's a nice place."
She turned her camera on, and began flipping through the saved photos. She shoved a nice one of Alan and Nathan right in Andrew's face.
"Just look at what you'll miiiissssss..." Lu glanced back and forth between the two, a smirk on her lips even though a nice line of red was growing across her cheeks. And then her fangirlism just sort of burst, and she grabbed both of the male's hands and forced them together.
"Now hold hands and be merry! You can come live in the apartments and then you'll loose your job and IN THE BRINK OF YOUR DESPAIR you'll go to David for COMFORT and HE'LL RELEASE YOU FROM YOUR INNER WOE!" She clapped her hands happily. And then added sing-songily, "Sexual frustrations can be unhealthy."
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 2:45 pm
Fortayu Athan was most displeased.
He hung up his cell phone and ran a thin hand through his bright hair in frustration. His solo gig had been replaced in favor of a band he had heard more and more of recently--The Vampiric Mangos. It wasn't as if he needed the money, or the publicity, but it annoyed him to have his plans for the night trashed. He stood upright, no longer leaning on the sleek black car behind him, and turned to get into the driver's seat.
The Mercedes S55 AMG revved to life quietly and he smiled. Even if he wouldn't be playing there, he could check out the people that he had been replaced with. The Mangos had been picking up speed and the fanbase was growing; just this week he'd seen several excited news stories about the band coming to play near there. He slowed when he passed a poster tacked to the wall, then he parked and got out to examine it.
"Hm. So this is the new act..." He tilted his head to the side and looked over the band members, noting that if nothing else they probably had the stage presence to gather a crowd. "Maybe I'll stay and catch the show... it couldn't be that bad." He probably sounded odd speaking to himself, but at that point he didn't really care. "Maybe... ah. I still need to pick my guitar up..." With that thought, he realized how out of it he was. Shaking his head at his slightly erratic thought process, he straightened his dark emerald jacket and got back into his beloved car, setting off for Chop Suey.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 6:27 pm
The sounds of a latch being opened and the bottle of pills made Helena most uncomfortable. His constant stuttering was just pouring more water on the cat.
"Nyx," She paused while turning around, leaning on the railing, and placing her elbows on the railing which had been warmed after she had her back placed on it. "take care of yourself, ok?" Her voice came with a calm tone, almost seldom to what she was thinking about.
"Promise me," she spoke when another another beep came from the phone, "you-" The cell phone in her hands had now died and shut off before she could say anything else. After trying to turn the phone on repeatedly and only coming out with the same outcome of a blank screen every time, she came to a conclusion: "This phone is a piece of s**t."
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 6:45 pm
[Nathan A. Wilson]
"I-It's okay," Nathan answered softly, voice shaking from the waves of fear still rolling off him. He took a deep breath- or tried to. No power was left in his lungs, and suddenly panic struck.
As he attempted to breathe, his throat made a weak, drawn-out gasping noise, barely leaking in enough air to keep his vision from spotting. His eyes watered, and a wave of dizziness washed over him. One hand wrapped around his delicate throat, as if the touch might convince the muscles to work properly. Soon, however, it slid limply down as he realized the futility and his eyes fluttered shut...
[David Bacardi]
Grinning softly, David realized that Andrew was almost completely in his grip. His arms wrapped slowly around the other male's waist, pulling him sensually against him.
"Of course there's a way to prove it, Andrew..." he said breathily, leaning in to the human boy's neck. His lips planted a few soft kisses there. "Would you like to come to my home and see?" Before he could answer, though, Lulu's excitement interrupted their moment.
Though slightly irritated, the vampire realized Lu hadn't really ruined his charm over the man. He held Andrew's hand firmly, then leaned toward him and nipped gently at his earlobe, teasing him. "She's right, you know..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 7:05 pm
[Nyx D. Altair]
Nyx nodded, though Helena couldn't see it through the phone. "I'll be f-fine..." he stuttered quietly, trying to keep himself from crying anymore. It was easier now that the pain was gone, but he still felt a horrible, writhing emotional pain even medication couldn't eradicate.
"Helena?" Seconds after the ominous click, he heard the odd sound effect his phone was set to make when a call was lost. Sighing lightly, he took off the earpiece and leaned his head on the steering wheel again.
Moments later, he realized his mistake. Only Alan knew about his pain meds - or any of his medication, actually. It was only his accursed twin who had any idea what Nyx went through. For Helena to hear the bottle, the pills rattling about... she could assume anything from that.
He silently prayed she thought it was just a rattlesnake paying him a visit.
[Alan K. Altair]
Blinking in confusion at Nathan, it took far too many moments for Alan to realize exactly what was going on. An attack. The excitement and stress of the fight had taken its toll on the Scot's diseased body, and it was very, very lucky that Alan knew what to do.
Standing quickly and striding confidently over to the struggling boy, he bent down and simply placed his open mouth over the other's, beginning to force air through to his lungs. The other male's airway was temporarily incapable of drawing air in or even forcing it out. For a few moments between breaths, the Kaltec pressed gently on his chest to release the spent air. To someone walking in, it would appear to be a very passionate, deep kiss. That was at least what he hoped Helena would think if she returned at that moment...
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 8:58 pm
[Nathan A. Wilson]
Relief flooded Nathan as Alan silently gave him what could only be described as pseudo-CPR. As his system slowly recovered, he pulled away only slightly from the Kaltec, steadily beginning to breathe on his own. Rather than let the other man part from him completely, however, he wrapped his slender arms around his neck and kissed him in wordless thanks.
It was like one of their stage kisses. Soft, their mouths slightly open, but not wide or disgusting. His teeth nipped delicately at the muscular musician's lower lip. And still, like a show, there wasn't a sexual passion behind it, or any sort of intense feeling. It was a thank you, like a pan of brownies or cookie basket.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 9:30 pm
With the dead phone in her hands, Helena stretched out her lanky arm to her side and dropped the phone back into her bag, making a chime from the metal body of the phone after it had hit her keys. She was mad that her phone had cut out at the one time she wished it would not.
"I guess I should go back and tell them what's up." Helena turned around from her lean on the railing only to see straight through the glass window. Seeing the two people locked together in a special bond made Helena retreat back into her thoughts of her troubled past. All she could do was turn around and lean back on the railing, staring down at the busy streets below her. A slightly silver stream of glittering beads ran down from her over shadowed eyes on the lowered head of the struggling human.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 9:43 pm
[Alan K. Altair]
Alan was at first a little startled by Nathan's kiss, but soon returned it. It didn't last long; he sensed someone watching, and figured Helena must have spotted them. Pulling away slowly, he kissed the tip of the Scot's nose and patted his head.
"I'm going to talk to Helena, see if she got a hold of Nyx." Without another word, he turned and walked out to the balcony. His long strides turned short and cautious as he approached Helena. An ice-cold hand gently touched her shoulder.
"Helena? Did you reach him?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 10:18 pm
Pulling the strap for his guitar bag over his head, Fortayu slung the instrument across his back and headed towards the entrance. He had just arrived at the club, but he already had his guitar--he hadn't needed to bring anything else when he dropped it off for the show, so he didn't have anything else to load up. He was still annoyed at being replaced, but he wasn't actively angry. Heading out to his beloved car, he popped the trunk and carefully deposited his instrument inside, then ran his fingers along the door, debating where to go next.
Glancing around, however, he realized that he didn't feel like driving around looking for a place to go, so instead he went to look at another poster. He examined the members in the band, wondering for the millionth time why he had been replaced.
"They don't look all that impressive... I mean, I suppose they're attractive. They are the newest obsession around here, though, so I suppose I understand. The club has to make money somehow, and feeding obsession is the way to do it. The band could probably use some too..." He spoke quietly to himself, revealing his light British accent, and examined the members again, eyes lingering on Alan. He felt rather out-of-place suddenly, with the expensive dark green jacket tailored specifically for him, the new black boots, black jeans and form-fitting black t-shirt. He ran a hand through his silvery hair once again and dismissed the feeling at once.
"So what if I'm better dressed... I have no reason to hide my income." He realized his statement sounded horrid, despite not having meant anything by it. He often felt strange around other people, rather self-conscious. Some people were like that because they didn't have nice things; Fortayu felt that way because everything he had was nice things.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 10:28 pm
Helena's head sprung up with the icy hand on her shoulder. A gasping breath and small bumps spread across her back as she jerked her head up to the stranger approaching her. She flung around to see Alan standing before her, and then lowered her head once more to hide the red tone that had covered her face while those tears ran silently down her cheeks.
"Oh, It's just you," she stated with a melancholy tone. "Ya, I got a hold of him. He told me for us to go ahead and start without him."
There were a few small drops of water still resting on her cheek and almost falling off the bottom of her face. With her pale hand, Helena wiped them away, making it look as if she had a small itch on her face so she could hide those forsaken tears.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 11:08 pm
[Nyx D. Altair]
"God, this is pathetic."
The grim statement was followed by Nyx bashing his head into the steering wheel of his Porsche, causing a loud honk to echo around the empty street. It jolted him up, despite the slowly dwindling aid of his psych meds tugging his mind downward. After a moment's rapid thought, he realized the utter boredom and pointlessness involved in staying here for three hours and then going to the gig...
"Ugh. To Chop Suey I go, then..." he mumbled as he swirled around in a U-turn and meandered down the side streets again, switching on his CD player. The perfect song began to play, and he sang along as he drove.
"Drive all night, never gonna get me... Night by night, to get away from it all... Fight fight fight, all you wanna do is hurt me... You wrecked my life, so I'm gonna have to drive all night..." He was still listening to the song on repeat when he parked, and still singing the chorus over and over as he grabbed his cane and limped slowly to into the bar, just in time to catch a lightly-accented voice speaking toward a Mangos poster.
"Excuse me? A bit stuck up, aren't we, prissy boy?" Nyx was tempted to growl, but resisted the urge and settled for a nice blood-red glare. "What's a person with such high, obvious income doing around here anyway?"
[Alan K. Altair]
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you..." Alan apologized softly, nodding his head respectfully. He listened with a frown as Helena spoke.
"Without him? Hnn. That's... worrisome." The Kaltec sighed lightly before glancing over the drummer's face and realizing she was crying.
"Helena..." he started softly, running a gentle hand through her hair. "What's bothering you? Do you need to talk about something? I'll listen..." His rich voice was gentle and soothing, as if he was singing her a ballad...
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 11:43 pm
As a man walked up and proceeded to call him a stuck-up prissy boy, Fortayu couldn't help staring at him dispassionately. He tilted his head to the side a bit, enforcing the appearance that he didn't really care.
"Excuse me? Did you just call me... a stuck-up prissy boy??" He turned and leaned casually against the wall, looking over the red-eyed man that was glaring at him fiercely. "I hardly see how that sort of insult is warranted by my dressing the way I like." He shook his head and brushed his hair out of his eyes.
"I'm out here to get my guitar, because my fun tonight was replaced with another band, not that it's particularly your business." He shot the man an icy stare; it wasn't hateful or malicious, simply cold and indifferent to his state of being.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 12:08 am
[Nyx D. Altair]
The glare dimmed mildly, but not much. Nyx was bitter and angry and his medication was still dripping away from his system. Stepping closer to the stranger, he had a hard time not spitting out his words.
"You just insulted me, my bandmates, and most importantly, my brother," he stated, looking the silver-haired boy up and down. "Better dressed? Really? Wealth doesn't multiply your fashion sense."
After a pause, he frowned and glanced over the poster. "Let me guess. You've been staring at the poster a couple minutes and yet you don't realize I'm on it. Doesn't matter, happens all the f**king time. Alan and Nathan are just so pretty and wonderful and great, aren't they?" He reached over and his skeletal fingers gripped the top edge of the poster angrily. "Just f**king godly." With one smooth move, he tore down the poster, crumpling it up between his stiff, tense hands.
"You know, I could leave right now and not bother showing up tonight, and I highly doubt anyone would actually notice. I only play twenty-nine instruments and sing." He kicked a chair with his bad leg, not caring about the shockwaves of pain it sent up and down his body. The chair, of course, barely moved. He threw the poster across the room and sat in the chair he kicked.
"I'm sorry you were replaced," he mumbled, also sorry about other things but not really wanting to start that long a list.
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