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 Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 6:37 pm
Voltaire: Sonnen
Sonnen merely nodded his head at the apology. He was honestly a little surprised that the scamp had even given him one, but at least he wasn't being wholly rejected. Not that it would matter. Not at all. However, the boy's advice took him off guard. 'I should be nicer?' he thought dubiously. That was certainly the first time someone had demanded that of him. This kid had balls, he had to admit that. So caught up was he in his musings that he didn't notice when Othello advanced on him until another hug was taking place. He started, looking wide-eyed at the boy whose face was resting on his stomach, making his very conscious of his breathing. He tried to slow it down as to not jar his head too much, then awkwardly patted his head. Othello certainly was a strange one. Perhaps he was one of those people who thought displays of affection were commonplace. Still, he didn't push him away, since he had been told to be 'nicer,' after all.
He sighed lightly, as not to inflate his diaphragm too much and jar Othello's head. "I shall endeavor to do so," he finally murmured, rolling his eyes at himself. He was getting rather soft as he got older. What happened in the mansion stayed in the mansion, he supposed. He hoped. Because he would definitely kill anyone who might have witnessed this phenomenon. He'd never been told to do... well, much of anything really. Well, except for the traditional 'tuck your shirt in, Voltaire,' and 'don't schlump, Voltaire,' from his mother, but his attitude was never questioned. However, that was probably due more to the fact that he glared bloody death upon those who dared question him. And now he was cuddling one of those who had been at the business end of that glare many times. Oi vey.
He was grateful for when Othello pulled away, for the idea of cuddling made him acutely uncomfortable. However, that little smirk on the boy's face didn't sit well with Sonnen either. This couldn't be good. Oh, if the boy mocked him, he'd get the sternest talking-to he'd ever— tarot? That's all he wanted, was to read Sonnen's tarot... or whatever you did with them? Well, it seemed harmless enough, even if Sonnen thought it was a load of crap. He sighed again, heavily this time, with a long-suffering expression. The things he did for this company. "Very well," he drawled. He opened his mouth to say something snarky when his headset beeped at him, then the Madam's voice. The Globe? Oh, the Clients must be here. He briefly wondered about that other kid that came in earlier, the blond one. He pressed against his headset and spoke into the microphone. "Right away, Madam."
Just as he was pondering this, he heard the front doors open. Wow, Guilty Pleasures was busy this day. Instead of scampering over to look by himself, though, he grasped Othello's wrist and drug him along with him, once again watching from the open kitchen door. The two blonds made his eyebrow rise towards his hairline. The sudden influx of blonds was new. He hoped it didn't mean a sudden influx of stupidity, he thought amusedly. He didn't actually believe what they said about blonds, but it was impossible not to think about it. Though they looked similar, so maybe they were related. At any rate, they looked 'important' like Clients, so that was probably them. And they were headed towards the Globe. Oh, right, he was supposed to head there, too. But what of Othello?
"I was just contacted by the Madam," he informed Othello. He hoped he was believed and that Othello didn't think of this as a cop-out from the tarot reading. "I'm to head to the Globe. But, ah..." Now he wasn't sure what to say. He felt suddenly at a loss for words, as if none could convey his sincerity. It hadn't been necessary before; when he'd told people things in the past, they believed him automatically, and if he had lied, then they took it all in stride, because that's how people had acted around Sonnen. But Othello wasn't like that. He couldn't just tell him stiffly and expect him to be believed. "We'll do the tarot thing later. Okay? Um... promise," he finished awkwardly, wincing at his own verbal stumbling. Othello knew that the Madam didn't like to wait, and so Sonnen assumed he understood his quick exit. Before he hastily made his way to the Globe, he patted the boy on the shoulder and nodded to him.
But then he was faced with another problem. How to get in without being noticed. The Madam was already there, along with those Clients, so an entrance wouldn't be an easy feat. There were two doors into the Globe: one from the glass corridor, and one from the outside that opened into the backstage area. He supposed that would have to do. However, that entrance was outside. So, Sonnen trudged through the yard with disdain, hoping the grass wouldn't wreak havoc on his pants, until he finally entered. The backstage was dark, but with a lever the lights came to life, illuminating the makeup mirrors, costume racks, so on and so forth. But Sonnen wasn't an actor. He didn't need these... well, just a quick once-over in the mirror would suffice. Hair check, complexion good, a bit flushed from the cold but not too bad. Clothes unwrinkled, nails clean, done.
...When was his debut? He hadn't gotten that information yet, and didn't want to present himself prematurely. Quickly, he contacted the Madam through the headset. "Madam," he spoke quietly, "when would you like me to enter?" There was a bit of a pause, then:
"Wait for your partner. He will come," was his answer. ...What? Partner? What was she talking about? He never went on with a partner. This couldn't be good.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 7:00 pm
H i k a r u - G a l i a n d e r-O t h e l l o Othello could feel the awkward aura around the man beside him. He didn't care though, affection to Othello was the only thing that mattered. He was very touch based and he knew all to well that Sonnen was the total opposite. He smiled softly as he heard the agreement to his demand. Part of him had a feeling that Sonnen was just going to shake it off and ignore him that's what everyone did to him. He had no real base to fall back on when it came down to things. His mother was always traveling, his father was based out of America, and well his grandmother was not someone who took dependent people well. He had been raised to fend for himself but that left him with the large void of affection. He was a marines son and that came with the littlest amount of contact possible. It was almost comforting in itself for Othello to hug other.
Nearly jumping in joy though as his request was agreed to he pulled out his deck of cards and moved to set up on the table when he heard Sonnen say something about the Madam...Clients? He raised a brow slightly as he looked towards Sonnen for directions. His headsets hadn't beeped did that mean they didn't need him yet? Feeling the grasp on his wrist he stumbled forward making sure to balance his cards so they didn't fall from his fingers and followed after Sonnen lengthening his strides to keep up with the much larger man. He blinked as he looked towards Sonnen, it seemed he would need to read the man's tarot later. When the man turned to him and stated what the Madam had requested he watched as everyone seemed to be filing towards the globe. He had never had the chance to get on stage there. He felt his heart wrench as he looked down at the floor for a minute his eyes glazed over as he looked up when Sonnen continue talking. He nodded his head when he heard the last part.
"I know...Just go have fun." But his words were lost to the sound of Sonnen's foot steps and the hallow pat on his shoulder. He stood there for a minute his eyes turned downwards as he felt his heart ache slightly. He felt like he was going to die. Looking down at his cards he gripped them slightly a small tear dripped down his face, it was only a single tear but it landed on his cards. He felt like an idiot. He frowned as he rubbed his eyes and looked towards the globe. He ripped the headset from his ear and walked towards the door of the globe. Hovering in the back like a ghost the man watched the stage. His pale blue eyes dark when they only minutes before were filled with light.
Linger around for a minute at most the boy vanished from the globe and moved like a zombie down the hallways. He was used to being alone, but the gripping feeling of being nobody always got to him. He was hardly ever noticed, that was just the power of his talent. He wasn't musical, he didn't play and instrument, nor did he have any fancy juggling skills. He was simple, plain, and boring. He felt his eyes turn away as he closed the doors of the globe behind him and moved down the hallway. His heels making hallow clicks that reflected just how empty he felt. He walked back towards the empty kitchen and looked towards the empty table in the dining room. He was alone, again. He frowned as he walked to the freezer and made a small vanilla ice cream sundae and walked out the front door of the manor. He didn't bother putting his headphone back in, he didn't care at the moment.
Pushing towards his garden that the Madam allowed him to grow he dropped down on the grass in front of the rose bush and looked at plant and ran his fingers over the smooth petals admiring how sweet and passionate they looked. Their perfect red color, was entrancing as he looked down at the ice cream feeling no desire to eat it but he grabbed the spoon and took a bite. He never listened to Sonnen sing unless it was during the time he was practicing. He sighed and laid back against the grass. He was miserable but he didn't want to stay in his slump long. He hated his talent at times like this, he wasn't different, nor was he special like Sonnen was. He sighed and shoveled another scoop into his mouth as his bright eyes glanced deadly at the sky watching the clouds move about. 
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 7:56 pm
**Theodore**Tel** Tel's foot tapped the floor lightly as he waited for the intercom to speak to him. It was a rare show of impatience, but he wanted nothing to go wrong now that he had been given the opportunity to perform and the long silence was galling. Tel pressed the digits once more and repeated his request a bit louder. Irritatingly his efforts were met with yet more silence. Perhaps the damned thing was broken, though the madam did not seem to be one who would tolerate such a thing. Tel waited one more minute before opening the door to the hallway and heading out.
Surely it would not take long for him to run into some of the household staff and they would be able to escort him to this "Globe." At the end of the long hall he went back down the stairs he had come up before; now was not the time to go wandering off. Back in the foyer he did indeed meet up once again with the very same two men who had "greeted" him previously. Tel couldn't understand why they were looking at him with funny expressions until he realized what an odd sight he must be wandering around around the mansion in his dance leotards. "The madam requested that I perform in the Globe, but I was not able to summon an escort through the intercom," he informed the men swiftly. "Also, my performance requires a firm object, on a stand about my height, bookish sized, that can be damaged. Can you assist me?" The staff's expressions only became more bewildered the more he spoke, and inevitably one of them raised a hand to his earpiece to request the guidance of the madam.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 6:18 pm
~Lorentz | Лоренц. Well, that was new. The thought of his older brother making friends with anybody was certainly an amusement in the boy's mind. Then again, what should he know? He hadn't seen the man in over two years. Maybe he had changed. Maybe a little. Walenty toyed with a frayed edge of his scarf while he pondered on this idea. However, all he could manage to think about was whether or not his brother was wearing a scarf himself, it being a little nippy outside and all. However, when he glanced up to check, his eyes never made it up to the other as they caught sight of a new face before they made it there. An escort? He surely was a small one. What was that one fairy that the American kids loved? Tigger? Oh! Tinkerbell! The thin frame and feminine face resembled those of the pixie creature.
Tink had explained that he would be guiding them to the 'Globe' before he made an excused gesture of whispering off to the side about the boy's arrival. He then resumed to stand to the side for them to enter, all the while making poor excuses for small talk. Chilly? Soon it'll be winter? Way to point out the obvious, Fairy Boy.
During the walk through quite a number of grandiloquent hallways, Walenty had to suppress an urge to reach out and take hold of his brother's sleeve like he used to do when they were younger. Just for old time's sake. But, he feared that doing so would have resulted in a swift slap to the temple. So, best to stay at a safe distance, he thought. Regardless of this image, he was happy to see him again. Details of his brother's sudden leave were hard to come across at his home. Whenever the topic arose in conversations with his mum, she would only reply, "Oh, I'm sure Dimitri dear is perfectly fine. You know how capable he is of taking care of himself." Her smile never wavered with this comment, so Walenty just took her word for it. But, for some odd reason, he just couldn't see his sibling 'taking care of himself.' He had always demanded so much from the butlers and maids that the boy thought more of the household crew taking care of Dimitri. He honestly wouldn't doubt it if he had his own dressing maid. But, he could be wrong. He even considered it himself earlier. Maybe the older one had changed.
A lengthy glass corrider ending with a gold emblazoned door marked the conclusion of their walk to the Globe. Tinkerbell had made sure that his escorted group had all made it inside the expansive theatre before he dove into a quick bow and left. Well, good ridance to Captain Obvious. Hopefully next time he was seen, he would have more interesting things to talk about.
The inside of the Globe was silent, save for a chatting pair down near the front of the stage. A man and a woman. A seemingly important man and a seemingly more important woman. Well, woman didn't even seem to be the right word for her. Maybe lady.
Or even Madam.
She reminded the young lad of the sympathetic queens that you would read about in fairy tales. The ones that took pity on her people and helped them in organizations and get-togethers and those sorts of things. Her very essence practically screamed out her importance. This gave Walenty no doubt in his mind that this was Madam Usagi. He suddenly shivered, though he was sure it wasn't from the cold as there was a warm and almost homely temperature inside the Globe. ..was he nervous?(( I just realized that I have NO idea what Mr. Green looks like. x'D; )).В. Киева | W. Kieva~
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 5:58 pm
(( Hey gais. Sorry I've been a douche bag and like, not posting. xD I'll attempt a post tonight or in the morning. School sucks. ))
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 10:31 pm
Levant
The lush forests of the country side was a welcoming sight, especially after seeing the barren wastelands of places that were becoming more and more common. A young man was taking a rare moment of contemplation. His dark green eyes stared off into the distant horizon, as if searching for an answer to all of life's problems. There was no telling how long he'd been there, up in the highest branches of that great oak. Maybe five minutes, two hours, or maybe even days. He really had no idea himself. Brown hair tinged with golden highlights were absentmindedly brushed out of those pondering eyes when they widened with a new thought. If only he could... yes! That could work. That will work. It was really as simple as that! Sturdy black boots scrapped across rough bark as the man stood up on his precarious perch. A strong gust of wind blew by, shaking the already unsteady footing, yet the youth appeared to be unfazed. A secretive smile appeared on firm moist lips.
Long fingers reached out to press on a small device attached to the back of his ear lobe. It looked more like a decorative earring than an instrument of communication until the right triggers were initiated. Unfolding, thin wires of metal quickly formed into a delicate headset. "Hello, June?" his husky voice called out to the person on the other line. "Yeah, it's Matt. Tell Pierce to use the Quarabs. Those horses could easily get through the pass without detection. Mares would work best since you know how stallions get all noisy." Silence from the other side. He waited a heart beat, then chuckled at the erruption of insults to his intelligence and questions about his wavering sanity. Taking in a sharp breath, he leaned comfortably against his strong wooden friend. "They'll work best, I promise. If not, I'll work for free next time. Pierce should know what to do about heat issues. Love ya lots. Over and out." A heavy sigh of defeat was heard before Levant closed his reciever. Now that his vacation ties were done with, he could start his other vacation time. Or his other work. It was true, the man was a workaholic. He wouldn't be the least bit surprised if he fainted--no, passed out, from over exhaustion. Real men never faint.
With dexterious hands he rolled up the remains of his scarlet parachute, strapped the bundle on his back and began making his descent towards the underbrush of the forest grounds. Steadily, from branch to branch he went, carefully avoiding ones that he was sure couldn't sustain his weight. Halfway to his goal, the thin material of his white T-shirt snagged on a stray twig. Oddly enough, Levant made great efforts to avoid breaking the little guy, and even having to make a small tear at the base of his already worn shirt. Sewing that up later wouldn't take long anyway. He'd have a few holes in his fingers instead. Now a mere ten feet from the ground, he bent low on the thick branch before hopping off. Just as the exhilerated man thought he was about to stick a perfect landing, the soft ground beneath his heavy boots slid right out from him, causing the back of his olive paratrooper pants to be covered in a smear of mud and last year's leaves. A dull pain shot through his outstretched legs and up his weary back. At least there weren't any cameras around to see his blunder. It would have been soooo embarrassing if he'd been anywhere near the house. Well, for maybe five seconds. But he'd landed in this specific spot just because he'd found a hole in the Mansion's security net. That, he'd report to Usagi immediately. For now he could only be happy no one was around to see his oh too common landing problems. Even when operating a plane or any flying craft, he had issues with landing. If was as if his subconscious refused to go back to the ground after the jubilation of being so close to the sky. The freedom of it all. The natural and literal high.
All of that aside, he slowly got to his feet and dusted as much off his a** as he could. Then on his parachute, and the pink palms of his hands. Mystery mud flew in every which direction. A bit better, but not by much considering the amount of grime and dirt that seemed ingrained in the very fibers of the fabric. It'd be easier to simply throw these away or compost them. But they were momentos. The man liked keeping things to remind him of his exploits and experiences. He enjoyed it so much, he even kept a diar--journal. It was a journal. There was no talk of romances and crushes and all that drama bullcrap that diaries entailed. Instead, he wrote of adventure, mystery and intrigue. Far more interesting. ...Oh alright, he admitted it. There was just a teensy tiny bit of dramatic crushes and whirlwind romances. Maybe 1%. But that was all. Promise. Just don't look, ever. ...And maybe a good old hot washing could get the majority of the gunk out of the garments. Along with some bleach and baking soda.
With a breezy attitude, Levant continued on his way, waving to the many hidden cameras placed to moniter the outskirts of Usagi's mansion property. Deep within his mind was a map of the grounds he's explored so far. Little eyes symbolized where the cameras were hidden and red lines outlined the proximity of security. Blue spots stood for air coverage, and he even had little symbols for all the Companions... which he would never speak of unless terribly and horrifically tortured. As the hearty man covered more and more terrain, he continued to make more notes, ever refining that little map. He probably knew the Mansion layout better than anyone else. Even better than the master groundskeeper herself who enjoyed moving all the cameras around just to confuse him. As predicted, two hours quickly passed in this manner. By the time he actually arrived at the mansion's back door, his friends would have already set out his favorite breakfast in the garden. A big slab of cinnamon bread with a soft boiled egg and a glass of ice cold apple juice. That was clostest thing to heaven he's ever gotten to. The very thought probably made his past lovers want to murder him. But Levant enjoyed honestly, no matter how cruel.
M. Z. Geroux
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 1:53 pm
Madam Usagi
It was a good thing the Madam was adept in the art of small talk, else she would surely have suffered through countless awkward silences by this point. But oh, saved by the bell! Or perhaps, she thought amusedly, saved by the blonds. She heard them enter, and stood to turn towards them with a warm smile, arms outstretched. She simply adored them, even though she'd only met Solera previously. Still, she approached them easily and gave Mr. Solera a hug first, since he was up front. "Good day, Mister Solera! I do hope your trip here was swift." She released him to hug his younger brother slightly more awkwardly, since he was significantly shorter than the Madam herself, but she minded not. "And good day to you, too, Lorentz, darling. Oh, being around you makes me want to be young again!" She broke the hug with him, and gestured for them to sit in the row as him and Mister Green.
"Tell me, darling," she started as she sat down again, gracefully, referring to Lorentz, "how is your schooling going? I do hope you will make your elder brother proud." She winked at Solera, smiling still. She could tell Lorentz was a bit skittish, some nerves going on there, so she tried to calm him somewhat. "Oh, when I was your age school was the last thing on my mind." She laughed at herself. Truly, when she was high school age, she was obsessed with pep rallies, talent shows, theater performances, anything that didn't involve actual scholastic activity. Hm. This was slightly disconcerting. The performance should have started by now, or at least been announced. "Forgive me a moment," she said apologetically, feeling embarrassed that she'd had to put her guests on hold so many times in such a short period. She activated her headset and spoke into the mic. "Sonnen, why are we still waiting?" She spoke in Russian to discourage her Clients from worrying or suspecting a less-than-prepared performance.
"My apologies, Madam," he replied, speaking Russian as well, "This 'partner' you speak of has yet to show up. What would you like me to do?"
The Madam tried to mask her worry. Tel was so new and probably confused by now that no one had picked him up. At least, that's what she presumed happened. What of Othello? She had given Tel the correct number, and had no worries that he would remember it. Oh, she hoped nothing was wrong. She spoke to Sonnen again. "Steady as she goes, Sonnen." With that, she dismissed Sonnen's transmission and tried to contact Othello. However, this was of no avail. Oh, curses! Looking bad in front of her Clients, Companions not answering their calls. She was tempted to think, How could it get any worse? but she knew that would only make things, well, worse.
'Easy, girl,' she thought instead, trying to formulate a plan on the spot. 'Have Sonnen go on and perform, and contact another to fetch Tel. At least something will have been done so the Clients wouldn't be completely bored. But who...' Her thoughts were abruptly cut off as her mic beeped, indicating an incoming call. She hoped it was Othello, but was slightly disappointed.
"Madam," a guard/servant said, "the small blond boy from before is in the foyer. He says he was supposed to be summoned to the Globe. What would you have me do?"
'Oh, thank goodness!' she thought with a sigh of relief. At least Tel had used his brain and found a way around his predicament, an admirable quality indeed. She was just about to ask the guard to send him in, when she had a better idea. "Keep him there for a minute, would you? I'll have another fetch him swiftly." The Guard assented and then dropped off. 'How could I have forgotten?' she chided herself. Once more, she contacted a Companion. "Levant." She felt guilty for bothering a Companion when he hadn't been expected to do anything that day, but having a grim-faced servant escorting Tel in might make the boy uncomfortable (not to mention look slightly thuggish). "Forgive me, darling, but could you do me a tremendous favor and escort the boy in the foyer to the Globe? Through the back entrance? I'm terribly sorry for interrupting you so suddenly." Well, that was that. If Levant was unable, then she would simply have the servant escort the boy, but hopefully it wouldn't come to that.
"Sonnen," Russian again, "Go on now and perform something. I don't mind what, just something." Sonnen quickly agreed, and said he'd go on swiftly. Another relief flooded through the Madam, but she still had one remaining. Othello. Where had he gone? Why wasn't he responding to their summons? She supposed she could go look for him, but knew that leaving her Clients alone would be unwise as a host. All the other Companions on the property were requested to work in some fashion, so she couldn't ask assistance from them fairly. Having a servant seek Othello out wouldn't go over well, since the young man had a tendency towards being obstinate and lashing out when he was cornered. That only left one person. With a sigh, she used her headset to dial a cellphone number as opposed to another headset. A perky voice answered, to which she started:
"Mister Heresy, I require a favor..."
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 12:23 pm
Voltaire: SonnenSonnen was most surprised that the Madam had spoken to him in Russian, his native tongue, and presumed it was for secrecy. Something was wrong. He knew the Madam too well not to suspect something. Still, he knew not to worry, for the Madam always kept him informed. Well, usually kept him informed. She did her best, which was all he expected. So, when he was given the order to wait, he waited. He took the time for waiting to wipe the grass off his shoes, warm up his voice, and decide which instrument to play a solo with. The piano was his first, but the harp was so majestic. Flutes were usually better heard outside than in a theater because of the distance from the audience; all this left the violin. He doubted anyone would be disappointed.
So he rummaged through the instruments stored in the wings, and finally found the large, tear-shaped case that housed his favorite violin. He was so fond of it that he almost gave it a name, but then the Madam had heard this she said that would be 'adorable.' Sonnen didn't do 'adorable.' So, he simply treasured it, trying not to refer to it with a name. It was made of ebony wood, and had the most elegant shape. That was one reason Sonnen adored the violin: it was so sophisticated-looking, all sweeping lines and soft curves. The bow was made of ebony as well, and longer than most bows; he preferred it that way due to his arm length and the ability to carry a note on for longer. The thing had cost nearly fifteen hundred dollars, but it had been worth it. It was the first violin he'd bought after being hired by Madam Usagi, and therefore the one he cared about most. He couldn't resist playing a ringing note on it briefly, just to hear the sweet sound.
He began to wonder who this 'partner' was that the Madam had insisted he would have. Sometimes he had a band with him, but that wasn't the case today; he had some soundtracks with instruments muted out so he could fill them in live, which he presumed he'd be doing for this performance. He'd performed with other Companions before, once or twice with the ones who were musically inclined, but then he'd think the Madam would have told him that. Oh, bother. The aura of 'mystery' the Madam had about her was intriguing, but annoying sometimes, too. Grr. He hated not being in the loop.
Oh, and now he was being summoned on stage. Fabulous. He wasn't even sure he knew what he'd be playing yet, but agreed that he'd be on swiftly. Crap, crap, crap. He hated being rushed, because then he got stressed, and he started pacing, which made him sweat, that made his hair stick to his face and ugh! What song had a good, strong violin in it? Try as he might to come up with something more elegant, the only thing to come to mind was 'The Devil Went Down to Georgia.' He knew the Madam liked it, and she told him upbeat songs that engaged an audience were more effective to entertain, but it was slightly... plebeian. Still, the Madam was seldom wrong, and had been in this business long before he had, so he dared not question her.
With this in mind, he scurried over to the speaker system for the Globe. It was computerized, easy to use, and fast, which was his main concern. He chose his song, told it to mute the violin and the vocals, then told it to announce him, complete with lights. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and entered the stage. A spotlight followed him, and he could vaguely see the people in the audience. He knew it was rude to stare too long, but caught sight of the Madam whispering into her headset, who he presumed was Mister Green, and then two blond young men. However, he quickly averted his gaze so it appeared he was addressing the whole house and not just the front row, as was theater etiquette. A stool was set out for him, with a microphone at just the right height. Before he sat down, Sonnen gave a slight bow; he briefly wished he'd tied his hair back for this, due to where the violin rested on his chin, but sufficed with flipping it over the opposite shoulder for now.
He positioned his violin, took another breath, and then started after his music que. This song required very deft fingers, and was fast enough that he had trouble keeping his head up, having a tendency to look down slightly as he concentrated on the notes. Oh, this was almost embarrassing; he should have just picked the piano. That was always a crowd favorite! Crap, he had to sing now. "Well the devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal. He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind, so he was willing to make a deal. He came across this young sewing on a fiddle and playing it hot, then the devil jumped up on a hickory stump and said 'Boy, lemme tell you what. I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too. And if you care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you. Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the devil his due. I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul to think I'm better than you.' The boy said, 'My name's Johnny, and it might be a sin, but I'll take your bet and you're gonna regret, 'cause I'm the best that's ever been.' "
And then came the chorus, and another violin solo. Oh, he just remembered there wasn't as much violin in this song as he had once thought. It was mainly singing at the beginning. However, he managed to make his voice sound a deal less hick-like, unlike Charlie Daniels, so he hoped it came across that way. And so it went on, all throughout the song until he came to the end. That was the real kicker, which usually got good applause if he remembered correctly (which he usually did), but really, he was just glad to have it over with. The Madam, of course, was so bloody pleased that she couldn't keep the grin off her face. The reactions of the others, thought, was what really got his heart pounding. "Thank you," he spoke into the microphone softly, abashed, before he took another bow and exited the stage. Whoo, thank goodness that was over. He wasn't sure he could face them, though. That really was bad judgment on his part, playing that particular song. What if he'd offended them? What if they thought it was ridiculous? What if he'd just embarrassed the Madam?
'Oh, stop it, Voltaire,' he mentally berated himself. He always thought of himself as his given name, and had simply gotten used to using his alias. 'Everything will probably be fine. Even if they thought it was horrendous or laughable, surely they wouldn't say as much.' Slightly placated by this, Sonnen flopped into one of the makeup mirror chairs with an exhausted sigh (after properly storing away his violin, of course). That was, for some reason, his most stressful performance yet. Probably because it was so rushed and sudden, but at least he hadn't missed a note or fallen off his stool or something. Had to look at the bright sides, after all.
(( Oh, and by the way, that song is here. ))
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 7:12 pm
H i k a r u - G a l i a n d e r-O t h e l l o One can only sit in silence for such a period of time but Othello hadn't reached that yet. Sitting neatly on his bottom his eyes looking over the small pink rose that he was spinning effortlessly on his finger tips. His face still reflected the jumble of emotions that he was feeling. He let his chest tighten as the feeling of being worthless finally passed through his head. He didn't have any musical talent like Sonnen and so many of the others had. All he had was his tarot cards. He looked down at his cards and ran his fingers over the piece of paper. They where smooth and delicate. He knew that they wouldn't give him paper cuts so he didn't worry to much about that. His large blue eyes turned towards the door as he let out a deep moan of a sigh. He didn't know what to do. He felt his chest growing heavy as his eyes shined for a minute. He didn't know what was expected of him. He knew his cards would never get him on stage and compared to everyone else here he felt like a joke. A kitten kept out of the rain but never the cardboard box which he was forced into.
Placing the cards down Othello rested his head on the sac and felt his dark blue eyes turn towards the grass as he inhaled sharply and let out a deep annoyed hiss. He didn't know why he was at this place. His eyes moved to the flowers as he placed down the pink rose and cracked his fingers before he recoiled back and took a fist full of grass into them instead. He looked towards the clouds again. He didn't have the motivation to move from the spot he was laying. He heard the hallow buzz of his headset. He knew they where trying to contact him but he didn't care at the moment. Othello was miserable and he knew no matter what he said nothing was going to change how he felt right now. He felt empty, useless, and confused. All he wanted to do was curl into a ball and die under a rock. He sighed as Sonnen's pretty voice played on repeat in his head. He sighed, why now? He loved how Sonnen sang but really why!?
Frowning he pushed himself up and leaned forwards as he bent a knee. Othello didn't rise he just looked like a dead doll ahead of him. He frowned for a minute as his chest heaved into a thick check as the feeling of pain and sorrow flushed through his veins. What was he left to do? Just wait. That was all he ever did.
[(Sorry this post sucks. I had a better one but Gaia deleted it. )]
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 7:42 pm
Sound the horn and call the cry!
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(( It doesn't suck at all! I was gonna wait for one of the Walentys to post before I posted for my Client (so it's not just half a page of my consecutive RP posts), who I was gonna have interact with Othello so he didn't get left out during the events currently happening. No Role Player Left Behind, and all that. wink ))
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H ow many of them can we make die!
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 8:13 pm
lauren Malone ††Emerald††
Lauren chatted with Madame Usagi lightly about business, particularly good days, and were almost at the weather when a new arrival came in, two blond boys, obviously siblings. madame Usagi stood to greet them warmly while he watched impassively, no emotion showing on his face save for the corner of his mouth twitching slightly, showing a positive emotion for those who knew him well enough. He watched as they sat down, getting comfortable when Madame Usagi was speaking into her headset, surprised to hear it in a foreign language. somehow, he got an impression of something unexpected happening.
However, soon after, a boy with a violin walked on stage with a mike and stool set out for him. He blinked in surprise at the song, though feeling relieved that it wasn't an average classical song. It became strenuous to expect the same type of music simply because it was sophisticated. It was a bit to country for him, but recieved points for being unexpected. He clapped along with everyone else, nodding slightly in approval. He did rather well, not making any mistakes that he could tell. Still, this one wasn't quite right for him. Ah well, there was supposed to be another performing. He knew he would not be disappointed, as this performance in itself was rather outstanding.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 10:35 pm
(( Not to use this as an excuse... >>;; But I'm not feeling well. XDD So please pardon me if this post isn't as well written as it should be. )) Levant
Despite his hunger, Levant knew the value of being able to have time with your food. There, on one of the many delicate chairs around one of the many delicate tables sat the man with copper hair, long legs stetched out beneath the morning sunlight. He would have been the very picture of etiquette if it weren't for his dirt encrusted attire and grime streaked face. Between his fingers sat a silver fork and a silver knife. Both of course, delicate in stature with a wonderful eye catching distinct design. With so many men in the house, any normal person would think things would be a little more masculine around here. It was something that always bothered him when coming back. But it was also something that he held dear and could always appreciate. The very mansion personified Usagi afterall.
The feeling of peace had finally settled over him after so many months of rigid alertness and hasty decisions. Just as he took his first forkful of cinnamon bread, a soft chime was heard coming from his right ear. Oh not now, the man thought with distaste. Whoever it was better had a good reason for interrupting his meal. Levant's stomache growled in protest as he clicked the little button to activate his receiver. Usagi's voice came through. She sounded a little distressed but her request was simple enough. Although she hadn't exactly greeted him, it was understandable. He wasn't the type of guy who got all pissed off about something so small. Or about being interrupted from one of his favorite meals. "Affirmative, Usagi," was all he managed to say, not wanting to take up too much of her time. If she was indeed as stressed as he imagined, there was only one thing that could have caused it. Clients. They were here and the entertainment was going badly or not there at all. Probably that new kid. Tel was his name or what the blonde boy had preferred to be called.
Full name: Theodore Wilkie Boon. Light blue eyes to go with light blonde hair. Age: 18 years old. Has a full and short height of 5 feet 3 inches and only weighing 110 pounds. Light and compact enough for him to easily toss over his shoulders if need be. Tel's stats and picture, along with the house's information of his personality thus far flew through his mind as he strode to the kitchen. He'd transfered that info on the security hole to the Master Groundskeeper instead of Usagi. She was appreciative as always of course, but went ahead to fix it nonetheless. With a clatter, the empty porclein plate went into the sink. Levant had finished up his meal along the way as quickly as he deemed appropriate, timing it just so. He was feeling a little unsatisfied at having to rush through his meal. And at having to meet someone new with these scruffy clothes. Well, whatever. It couldn't be helped. It wasn't as if he was expected to meet with Clients today or anything. Just another Companion to add to their colorful household. With the push of a few buttons he regulated the sink's water temperature to a steamy warm. After a few minutes of vigorous hand washing, he simply put his head beneath the faucet to let most of the dirt wash off. A soft towel and toussle did most of the remaining work. It was nothing like a real shower, but it'd do well enough for now.
A few short moments later he was walking down the fall towards the foyer. His disheveled half clean appearance did nothing to diminish his confidence. Levant then poked his head through the cherry wood door, a curious smile on his newly stain-free face. Tel was as he had imagined, a blonde boy looking lost, and a little confused. Almost like a helpless little lamb. But. There was always one, wasn't there? But this boy held determination in those blue eyes. So he wasn't nearly as helpless as he appeared. The door didn't creak even a little as he pushed the heavy thing open. A professional smile replaced his earlier inappropriate one. Ever the showman, he tipped an imaginary hat before producing a graceful and honestly silly bow. "Companion Levant at your service," his smile reverted to a near lecherous one at the boy's ...outfit. Or rather, near lack of one. "You must be the one called Tel. I've heard so much about you," he took a step closer to the smaller man as he said this, making their height difference all the more apparent. Green eyes glittered with sharp critism if only for an instant, then swiftly changed into pure warmth. "Pardon my appearance but I just came back from a mission..." he spoke freely, a little too freely for his own tastes. At that, he averted his eyes to giving a little wave to the surrounding butlers who all seemed a little baffled by his choice of clothing. "There was a lot of dirt involved..." he babbled on uselessly, picking at the hole in his not so white T-shirt.
Then one of the men finally took pity and intervened. "Levant. This young man needs something for his routine. Something like a mannequin or one of archer boy's old targets should be adequete. So we'll be getting that now. Let's go James, we can't keep the Madam waiting," the one called Kinneas said with a brazen smile. James followed his co-worker out the door in their hasty retreat.
So that was it. They just wanted an outing for the awkward situation. Whenever he met someone new, he tended to babble whenever it wasn't business. Just on and on and on... until someone told him to shut up. Or some situation like this happened. As annoyed as he was by his friends' cowardly behavior, he still had to thank them. He did so silently. With his eyes. That should be good enough for them even if they didn't see it. Becoming once again, that elusive professional, Levant turned those warm green hues on the blonde's blue ones. "Well we should get going. I'm sure everyone's wondering where you are." He turned then, gesturing for the younger boy to follow him. They went down a few hallways, down some steps, out around back through the thriving garden, then through the back entrance of the appointed building as instructed. It took maybe five minutes tops.
Finally, inside the Globe he turned to the youth one last time. "There are some tough critics out there, especially those blondes. Or so I've heard. But don't be intimidated and just do your best." Levant paused to pat Tel on the shoulders, a little too roughly. "Welcome to Guilty Pleasures." Without so much as another glance, he walked out the door, heading straight to his room for a much deserved lengthy hot shower.
M. Z. Geroux
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 9:19 am
**Theodore**Tel** The household staff informed Tel that the Madam was sending another to escort him and that he should just wait here for a moment. Tel gave a nod and did not repeat his request for an object to destroy just yet. It would be fine to wait and see and then remind them if need be, but he considered it rude to assume that they had ignored his request. Though his leotard extended to his wrists and ankles the thin material did nothing for his state of warmth. Tel began to stretch to keep his muscles warm and limber before his contortionist act.
He kept stretching until he saw one of the staff member react to something behind him. He stopped and turned to see a man with beautiful green eyes peeking at him before coming all the way through the door. As he crossed the foyer Tel appraised him as handsome and well built, but was slightly disoriented by the man's half washed yet half filthy appearance. Levant introduced himself as another companion and then continued on in a way that made it clear that Tel would not be required to take any part in this conversation as the man was perfectly capable of carrying it himself. He could certainly say a lot without saying much of anything of consequence at all. At another time Tel might have found this distasteful, but at the moment he was grateful to be able to concentrate on his own state of mind before the performance and not be required to engage in useless prattle.
Tel was pleased to hear the staff acknowledge his request in a way that showed they had been thinking about what he needed and a solution to the problem. As they retreated to fetch his item Tel called after the pair, "The mannequin, if you would please! To one side of the stage!" A wave of the hand let him know they heard and he was satisfied that the piece would be waiting for him in its proper location. Levant then escorted Tel to the Globe and the brisk walk helped to further prevent the small male's muscles from seizing up. He found himself in the typical cluttered back stage area of the theater. A nod of thanks was given for the escort and the taller man left quickly.
While Tel did want to impress everyone who happened to be in his audience today he knew that the only opinion that really mattered was the Madam's. A few steps further into the back stage area, Tel happened upon a man sitting in a makeup chair. "Hello," Tel greeted him in his soft english accent. "I apologize for the wait; we may go on now if you're ready. Please play whatever you wish, I will follow its lead." To Tel it seemed a very safe bet that this man was to be his musical partner. Not only was he the only other person back here at this time, but the other's appearance and carriage bespoke a man with confidence born of skill. Also, the violin case laying nearby was a clue.((levant, this is a minor detail that i don't know if you want to bother to edit, but Tel is wearing his red contacts, so no blue eyes. might have come as a surprise to Levant since he was expecting blue from the file))
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 12:58 am
(( I apologize for missing that detail. But seeing as how it wouldn't make much of a difference anyway, I'll just leave it there. Thank you though. Levant isn't supposed to be surprised by much... xD So I would have just edited in a way that made him go with the red contacts like any other eye color, if that helps any. )) Solera"Of course it was," he replied to Madam Usagi breezily, but ardently. It was nearly the opposite of what he cared to show his brother. The unexpected appearance of someone from his own world could only be called an annoyance, something he honestly had no patience for. In fact, as much as he disliked it, he was so disturbed he wished he could fly away. Just call for a helicopter and make a quick and easy exit. But no. He had commitments to fulfill. And especially to such a lovely woman. And perhaps, he hoped, Dimitri could meet someone who was equally elegant in addition to having that delightful pressence. Truth be told, if he could have chosen Madam Usagi as his Companion, he would have. But something told him it wouldn't be nearly as ...fun. Haha, fun.
The older blonde took his seat obediently enough. Immediately, his golden eyes turned to their other guest. He eyed him briefly, surprisingly without judgement. The clothes, the hairstyle, the overall atmosphere of the other Client wasn't anything he could form an opinion of. On the other hand, there was no lack of ...anything. But something didn't quite sit right. He couldn't pinpoint it. Unfortunately, it'd take extra effort to do so. Instead of pushing his evalution of the gentleman, he simply turned his head away and towards the wonderful stage. Anything that required extra effort was rarely worth it anyway.
A barely controlled chuckle was heard seconds later when Madam Usagi mentioned "making your brother proud." Something about that sentence was just so ironic! Was it the fact that they barely spoke or the fact that academic achievements was the last thing that would cause him to swell with unprecedented pride? Then his neatly trimmed brows rose up at the unexpected Russian. Naturally, he averted his eyes in a terrible attempt to not listen in. Eavesdropping wasn't polite... and, oh ******** it. As if he was the most polite fellow in the universe. Still, he kept his eyes off of the lady and lazily on the stage as he got the jist of the whole situation.
As lights flooded the vast stage, Dimitri sat back in his seat making himself comfortable for the amusing show that was sure to come. The man that entered was pretty to say the least. From this far he couldn't say much about the performer, but he seemed a little nervous which was entirely understandable considering what must have been a rushing to go on stage. The only part he couldn't excuse in the least bit was a musician concentrating too much on sheet music when performing before a live audience. The brief eye contact with steely grays helped not one bit to destroy that small annoyance. Then much to his dismay, the little polite smile on his face grew into a huge unrestrained grin. This he hadn't expected at all. And boy, did Dimitri love surprises, even ones as weird as this one. Such a refined looking man playing something --to be frank -- so red neck and country. And the lad even tried to make it something it clearly wasn't meant to be. Especially near the end. Dimitri had to cover his mouth with both of his hands to stop the laughter vomit that threatened to spill over, if he'd let those hands down for even a second. Hopefully, anyone around him would think he was getting ill instead of trying to contain explosive mirth.
Unlike the majority of the audience who were busy clapping, the blonde took the time to regain his composure. He held a hand over his pounding heart, silently asking for it to slow down. Though the song had not moved him in that fashion, he had to say he did enjoy it if only for his own terrible reasons. But the bottom line was that he had enjoyed it. The foolish smile on his face wouldn't go away as he watched the performer, Sonnen was his name? Sonnen walk away looking all shy and whatnot. After something so silly, he should be, Dimitri thought with pure amusement.
Then, on some mystifying impulse he stood up abruptly. "That, sir, was hilarious!" he called out to the taller man. "I truly and wholeheartedly enjoyed your performance." Only now did he clap, not once but twice. "It caused my heart to race unlike any other." He emphasized his point by putting both of those hands over a steady and strong beat. "I pray that I would be so lucky to see another performance as great as yours again soon." With that, he reclaimed his seat, leaning back a little too comfortably. Whatever this Sonnen made of Dimitri's words were up to him. They were phrased as best as the blonde could think of. So whether the musician took it personally, brushed it off, was insulted, or felt strangely complimented was really none of Dimitri's concern.
On a more irritating note, he couldn't help but turn those hazel eyes on the person who looked sooo much like him. His dear little brother. Strong white teeth went down on a firm bottom lip as he suppressed his questions. What had Walenty thought of it all? This place? Dimitri's own behavior? All of the people here? But he wasn't supposed to care. He did not care. That was their relationship. Nothing but blood. The older blonde returned his attention to the stage. D. A. Kieva
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 8:22 am
(( I understand being sick, Bright. That's why there was like, two weeks of me no posting. Being sick sucks. My posts would have come out something along the lines of ********.' Also haha, 'archer boy.' xD Hmmm I seem to remember him ehehe. Also, added a picture of Sonnen to his profile, which I usually don't do. It's not that important; I was just really excited when I found it and felt the need to tell everyone. :B ))
Mister Heresy: Braedin
"Aaaaaand... one, two, three. One, two three. One, two, three— keep that back straight, Mister Tulaine! One, two, three..." the dance teacher instructed, whacking Braedin in the back with his cane. The teen winced, but dutifully straightened his back. Why the hell had he thought learning how to waltz would be fun? He was sure it would impress the Madam, that was why. It was fancy and stuff; surely that would impress her. However, he failed to realize how bloody hard it was when you had two left feet. Maybe three. He wasn't sure anymore. More left feet than any one person should have. His dance partner, an elderly lady with a large, unwieldy hat, was having a blast. She kept remarking how tall he was and that his girlfriend would have been so proud of his dancing skills and whooo! don't dip me that low, boy, my old back can't take it! Brae sighed and smiled at the little old lady's antics, keeping his thoughts to himself. At least one of them was having fun.
Due to all this, one could understand the relief Braedin felt when he heard his phone going off in his pocket. He thanked the gods and excused himself from his partner, smirking. He could tell who was calling him by the customized ringtone. Whenever the Madam contacted him, his phone would ring "She's a brick – hoooouse." This led to a subsequent smacking upside his head from the Madam herself when she heard it, but Brae refused to change it; he thought it was rather fitting. Finally, he answered it, chiming a smooth, "Good day, my madam, my sweet, my darling. How are you this fine, ah—" he looked at his watch, "—noonday?" He could hear the Madam sigh at his greeting, but she then made her request.
"Mister Heresy, I require a favor. It is yours to accept or decline, but I do hope you accept. Othello is missing in action. He won't respond to my calls. I'm worried. Please, if you could, would you seek him out? I need to know that he's all right, and I'm caught up at the moment and am unable to at the present. It would mean a lot to me."
Braedin's eyebrows threatened to eat his hairline as he heard the request, even though he wasn't too surprised that Othello had done something like this. The boy had a slight disregard for rules, much like himself, he thought affectionately. It'd be nice to see the squirt again, actually. And anything to help him escape from this unusual torture would be appeasing. With that in mind, he replied, "It would be my pleasure, Madam. I'll be over in two shakes of a lamb's tail." The Madam sounded relieved as she thanked him, and then he heard the line go dead. Excellent. He could escape! This was fairly easy, as the teacher didn't really care; the only person who did was his partner, who seemed a bit crestfallen. Oh well. She was probably senile; she'd forget.
Braedin made haste to his motorcycle, not bothering putting a helmet on; he'd gelled his hair into a fauxhawk that day, and didn't want to crush his 'do. It was a perfectly logical reason for neglecting to use a helmet. Honestly. He didn't care if the Madam thought his hair looked like it had a huge patch of purple mildew. It was cool, and the Madam was just biased. She had some ridiculous, irrational hate for the color purple. Wow, he really needed to stop thinking in such defensive, choppy sentences. Looking at the GPS on his phone, he ascertained that he wasn't that far away from the Madam. Maybe half an hour if traffic was bad, which it wasn't usually.
He wove between cars and around bends, and was eventually brought to the entrance of Madam Usagi's mansion. It wasn't an easy entrance, of course; there were guards and gates and cameras and it was quite secluded, comparatively speaking. But they all knew him there, and let him pass without much hassle. They offered to valet his motorcycle, which he promptly declined. No one drove his darling. He, however, came in a side entrance, which was sort of catty-corner to where Othello was (not that he could tell that). He put his baby in park in the immense circular driveway in front of that particular entrance, and dropped into deep thought. Where would the boy be hiding? Obviously Brae hadn't known him that long, as the boy had been there only three months. However, he tried to use his powers of perception to seek him out.
Then he realized the mansion was really ******** huge. This wouldn't be as easy as he thought. He wasn't allowed access to Othello's room, obviously, so instead he tried around the perimeter of the mansion. He'd look inside next. 'Good god this mansion is massive,' he decided after a minute. Sighing, he tried another approach. "OTHELLOOOO!" he called at the top of his lungs, hands cupped around his mouth. "C'mon, squirt! Quit hidin'!" Okay, so Othello didn't so much like being called 'squirt.' But most people were short compared to Braedin, so he didn't really think much of it. Except for that one time he called Sonnen that; that hadn't worked out so well in his favor. Brae hadn't realized then how sneaky the man could be until he found a worm in his beer that evening. He shivered at the memory.
"Othello!" he called again, looking in a cluster of bushes, though he didn't really expect to find the boy there. "C'mon, the Madam will be most displeased if I don't find you." He pronounced 'most displeased' in an exaggerated imitation of a British noble. "Oth— oh, hey! There he is!" He smiled widely after, from a distance, spotting a figure in a garden of the front entrance. Wow. If he'd gone around the other way, he'd have found Othello much faster; Brae took the long way around. Oh well. A short distance later, the taller man had reached the boy, his smile slowly slipping. As he neared, he could tell Othello wasn't in the best of moods. This worried him. Did the boy run away then? The Madam made it sound like she just couldn't find him, but by the looks of it, it looked like Othello didn't want to be found. Well, too late for that now, he supposed.
Braedin dropped to his knees so he was closer to Othello's level, then sat down fully. He tried to study the boy's face, but as usual, the handsome boy was a bit unreadable. Or maybe Braedin just sucked at reading people; that was possible, too. "Hey," he said in a softer tone of voice, "what's up?" He didn't mean it in the playful way, but in a different way of asking 'what's wrong.' Brae did occasionally know when his attitude was and wasn't appropriate. He'd call the Madam in a moment to tell her he found him; right now Othello was the priority.
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