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 Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 12:31 am
Helena was a little shocked at how Alan was acting towards him. Simply reaching up and grabbing the Kaltec's large hand from her head, she removed it, and held it delicately between her two hands in front of her face. With a smile she seemed to have pulled out of a hat, the drummer looked up at Alan and shook her head from side to side. That was her way of saying nothing was wrong, she was fine, and did not need to talk about it.
After she had placed his hand back by his side, she walked around him and entered the hotel room, forcing every ounce of happiness she could find to cover up her sad face.
About half way through the door, she froze and took in a deep breath all at once, letting her head shoot straight up, making it look like she was looking at the ceiling. It was almost like she had seen a ghost, she looked so frightened, but it was simply something inside of her that had stricken this bolt of shocking excitement. Helena was frozen there, not able to move from her gaze at the rough white roof above her head.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 12:42 am
[Alan K. Altair]
Alan didn't quite believe that Helena was okay. He struggled with his inner urge to grab her, hug her tight, and tell her over and over that he cared. He knew how people could be; he knew the false smiles, the never-ending insistence that everything that was crashing down around them was just fine. He knew from Nyx...
"I'm going to go look for-" But he was cut off as the drummer froze, staring upward. The Kaltec walked up behind her, slipped his muscular arms around her waist, and held her, speaking softly into her ear.
"Helena... Helena, what's wrong?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 12:43 am
Shaking his head, he watched as the man bitterly tore down the band poster.
"First off. I said that I got replaced by someone who would draw a crowd; it's good business. Second, you do look like you need the money. From what I hear you've been touring locally, and if you want to get any further away you'll need more funds." He glared at the man now seated in front of him, and his accent became more pronounced as he became more irritated.
"I have never been to a show, I have never heard you play. I've barely even heard of the band. I've seen two posters. You have to admit, based on that, you don't look amazingly spectacular. I was going to go to a show later to find out for myself, but I gather that I should save myself the wasted evening." He was sick of people always assuming he was a stuck-up rich a*****e, and was fully ready to inform the man of this.
"Again, based on the fact that I've seen two posters, I wouldn't be able to pick any of the band members out of a crowd. Assuming, that is, that they weren't being molested by obsessed fans. No, I don't think they're ungodly sexy; I don't care less what someone looks like, and generally I don't notice it." He sighed disgustedly and looked out the window to the people passing on the street.
"Do you have any idea how out-of-place it makes you feel?" He turned his gaze back to the seated male. "I'm consistently singled out as a goddamned p***k before people say so much as three words to me, because I happen to have money and spend it. Like I was saying to myself, I don't really have a reason not to. It's almost as bad as having nothing, because everyone always seems to notice how much nicer your things are than theirs. That's all I was commenting on earlier. The poster reminded me, once again, how badly I fit into society. I'm expected to either be a complete d**k or a charming young piece of eye candy." He shook his head for what felt like the millionth time that day and ran fingers frustratedly through his hair.
"Just because you happened to walk in at that precise moment and take offense and make assumptions doesn't mean you're right." With that he turned and pulled his jacket off, tossing it aside disgustedly as he left the building.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 1:29 am
[Nyx D. Altair]
"We don't need money," Nyx muttered, running a hand through his hair frustratedly as the man ranted at him. "As far as I'm aware, we don't have plans to expand, unless of course they want to do it without me. I wouldn't be surprised..." Waves of self-loathing washed over him and he sank low in his seat to mirror how small he felt.
"You should go... it's bound to be better if I'm not there, of course." Everything's better without you, loser, a voice in his head told him with a sneer, and he could do nothing but agree.
"You're one of the very few who doesn't care about appearances, then," the sinking man stated quietly, feeling even worse for misjudging the stranger so easily. Looking up at the silver-haired boy with wide eyes, he ran out of things to say, just sort of stunned.
And then sobs took over, choking him, forcing tear gems to fall rapidly and clatter on the table and floor. A rampage of self-hatred and disgust tore through his mind, and his long nails dug into the skin of his left wrist, wishing desperately they would break the chalk-white flesh...
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 9:58 am
A couple of moments after the whole fiasco, Elizabeth's forest green eyes slowly fluttered open. She looked, confused, at the blandly tiled ceiling of the small cafe for a moment before remembering what had happened. She was surprised she didn't have a bump or hideous bruise of some kind from crashing to the floor, but she was glad nonetheless.
Sitting up slowly, Elizabeth gleefully trotted behind the counter, glad to see the Vampiric Mangos mob had died down. "So, where'd he go?" Elizabeth inquired to the non-caring Courtney as she looked across the small crowd.
"I'm sure he had better things to do than be caressed in public by little girls..." Courtney replied, applying whipped cream to a frappachino.
"Excuse me? Little girl? I have seniority over you!" Elizabeth snapped in return.
"Your point?" Courtney shrugged and rolled her eyes, then proceeded to give the frappachino to the waiting customer. "Look, if you're going to be this annoying, just go home. Nobody will notice, or care, and this crowd is nothing compared to mornings, as you know. Just leave. It will spare me the headache, and save me about 4 aspirin."
"So I'll get paid for doing nothing?"
"Everyone who's ever worked has that dream, now go before I change my mind and stop being so uncharacteristically nice." Courtney made a shooing motion with her hand.
"Uh...Alright. Thanks, I think." Elizabeth was still questioning why Courtney was letting her off for the day, but she couldn't figure out why. She took off of her apron and hung it on a hook by the door to the back room before heading out once more. "Now what will I do before the show...?"
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Almost instantly, Andrew had a hand wrapped around David's neck, fingers slowly climbing into his soft hair. Andrew opened his mouth to reply, only to come to the horrific realization that the girl from before was still there. He had almost completely forgotten that she had been there at all, his immediate infatuation with David was like an abyss, but it was dark, warm, and complete.
Under almost any other circumstance, Andrew would have probably not taken his eyes off of David, but the almost sickening giddiness and hyperactivity of the other fan was almost shocking. "Release me from my inner woe?" Andrew couldn't quite figure out what she was implying, for there were many conclusions he could have drawn from that, but his mind was taken off of it immediately from feeling David's touch.
He playfully squeezed David's hand in return. "Is she really right," he asked, softly turning David's head so his gaze met Andrew's. "I've never done anything like this before, I just have to be sure that I won't be completely screwed over when this is all done. Can you promise me that?" They were at this point, almost touching noses, and Andrew wasn't entirely sure that there was anything about the apartment included in the conversation any longer.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 10:05 am
[[a bit of a word change here]] Helena was stunned on the metal rail from the sliding door that trailed across the floor. Events from her past had returned and was now flowing through her blood stream once more.
With the warm embrace from the Kaltec, she snapped back to the world of the living, making it seem like she was almost in a trance. The soft words in her ear felt like poison to her as she gripped her left wrist with her sharp black nails of her right. Although they had yet to pierce the skin, large crevasses were formed that matched the shape of her nails.
"It's nothing, just let me go, I'll be fine," she spoke with a weak voice after regaining control over her body, but only tightening the grip on her wrist. She had no say so against her body doing this to her wrist. The black hair atop her head seemed to have shadowed over her and her bangs: looking longer than normal as they shielded her eyes. There was no doubt about it; she would have to ask to be let go for her tiny body could not escape his muscular arms wrapped around her bony waist.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 12:18 pm
He stopped as he heard the crimson-eyed man break into sobs behind him and wavered, unsure what to do. He was still pissed because of the man's assumptions, but the sound made him unable to leave without feeling guilty.
"Damn my conscience." Fortayu turned and went back to the other male, though he was unsure what he could do to help. He paused awkwardly as he reached the man, then pulled up a chair and sat by him.
"There's no need for that..." He nodded towards the nails dug into the man's left wrist. Not having a clue how to make him feel better, especially after he'd just told him off for making assumptions about him, he instead focused on the man's earlier mutterings about them being better off without him.
"I mean... it can't be that bad." Taking a deep breath, Fortayu continued uncertainly. "The band... can't possibly hate you. I mean... I doubt that they think of you the way you do yourself." He tugged on a strand of his hair, staring at the table, and then picked up one of the tear gems that had clattered to the surface and examined it absently with his clear grey eyes. "The band... they wouldn't make plans without you. Especially your brother... It's not the same, a band without all the members."
He dropped the gem back to the table and glanced around. "Let's go get coffee. Or something." Another pause. "My name's Fortayu Athan. What's yours?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 3:28 pm
Lulu fluffed the back of her cropped black hair with her hand sheepishly. Now she was just invading something private... Or so she hoped. If it had been anyone but her landlord, she would've already snapped a picture, but she figured that that whole breach of privacy thing might come into play at this point. She backstepped, looking away.
"Yes, your inner woe. You obviously have inner woe if you were obsessed with getting to work on time. Among other things."
She clicked her tounge a few times.
"...I think... I'm gonna go get some coffee or something..." She adjusted her bag on her shoulder as she prepared to take her leave from the scene.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 8:32 pm
[Nyx D. Altair]
Nyx twitched as the stranger came back. Still sobbing openly, he dug his nails harder into his wrist, a few of them springing up dark red, almost black blood. It ran in slow paths over numerous black scars up and down his skin, staining what chalk-white hide was left between them.
"Why... are you still talking to me...?" he hissed shakily, not letting the boy's words sink in. "Nobody cares... nobody cares..." The offer of coffee was strange; why anyone would want to subject themselves to spending more time with the sickening Kaltec escaped him. But the rain of gems slowed, and the choking feeling in his throat was soothed.
"Nyx Altair," he mumbled, looking up at Fortayu with foggy crimson eyes. The face was not unfriendly; though the man seemed a bit awkward, his intentions were good. He was to be trusted.
Then it hit him. The skeletal one glanced around the bar, and every face that stared back at him was malicious, vengeful, hostile... Every pair of eyes held a burning hatred, only aiming toward him, wishing pain and death upon him. He ripped his nails from his wrist, tearing the skin away, and stared around him with a twitch in his right eye.
A concerned waitress approached him, her head tilted and a worried expression on her face. As he stared up at her, he saw only an attacker, an intruder. He stood quickly, grabbed his chair, and threw it at her before dashing under the table and wrapping around its single center leg. One hand reached over and grabbed onto Fortayu's leg, gripping desperately at it.
"Protect me..." he cried softly. "protect me, protect me..." He continued mumbling to himself as he rocked back and forth and cradled his bleeding arm, which now stained his blue shirt and spread along the floor.
[Alan K. Altair]
"If you're sure..." Alan said softly, letting Helena go. A moment later, however, he froze as well, twitching slightly.
"Oh God."
Pushing past Helena quickly, he started pacing around the room. "Something's wrong. Something's very wrong..." His gaze snapped up as he stopped where he could see both his bandmates. "You guys both need to come with me... We have to find Nyx. And I think it'll take all three of us to get him..." Biting his lip, he turned and sprinted out of the room, down the stairs, and outside to the S2000, leaning against it and tapping his foot impatiently.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 8:57 pm
Fortayu held out his hand as Nyx tore his nails out of his arm, too slow to stop him. Remembering thankfully that he was, in fact, a magic-user, he made a sort of flicking motion towards the chair that had been thrown, sending a small ball of air towards the object so that it missed the rather startled waitress by inches.
Turning his attention to the man who was suddenly cowering under the table, he crouched carefully beside him and nodded as he was asked to protect him. "Don't worry... everything will be alright." He reached out his hand to cautiously brush his pale fingers against the other male's dark hair in what he hoped would be taken as a soothing gesture. As he wondered what on earth had happened to trigger such behavior, he looked the man over and realized he was still bleeding.
He reached down to take the man's arm and lay his hand over it and concentrated on healing the wound, once again thanking the gods that he was able to do such things.
"Everything will be alright, Nyx... everything willl be okay." He glanced around, hoping that some help or understanding would appear out of thin air. Sadly, it didn't.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 10:19 pm
[Nathan A. Wilson]
"Wh-what?" Nathan's eyes widened, a startled expression overtaking his face. He didn't understand at all what Alan was talking about. The worry in his tone, however, and the urgent vibes rolling off him made the tranny jump to his feet.
"Okay. Let's go then." He chased after Alan and leapt into the passenger seat of the Honda without opening the door. "Any idea where he is?"
[David Bacardi]
"She is absolutely right," David whispered in the human boy's ear, one hand snaking through his hair and tangling there erotically. "You have no reason not to trust me..."
Turning to Lulu with a tame smirk, he quirked one trim eyebrow. "If your camera is begging you to snap a few shots of us, Lu, you're welcome to. It's not as if I don't have plenty of... interesting photos already plastered on the web." He chuckled softly. "But then yes, go enjoy your coffee."
And with that he returned his attention to the enchanted Andrew, a full-on kiss pressing their lips together with such electricity that the puddles around them from last night's rain should have made a dramatic sizzle.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 10:57 pm
[Nyx D. Altair]
The strangely soothing voice of the near-stranger did nothing to calm the Kaltec's fear of... everything around him. However, he leaned into the cautious touch of the man's fingers, seeking the comfort and safety it offered. His frantic red eyes continued shifting their gaze all over the club, flinching at random when a patron looked particularly spiteful.
"Y-you're... healing me...?" he asked shakily, struggling with words. "why...?" The skin slowly closed up over his injuries, thankfully not scarring, save for where the flesh was already blackened before his nails had done their damage.
Another concerned stranger, not heeding the warning literally thrown at the shocked waitress, approached and reached his hand under the table, cooing soft attempts at reassurance. Snarling, Nyx bit the 'threatening' appendage, a sickening crack and rapid flow of blood almost immediately resulting. Releasing his grip with a low growl, he then turned and buried his face in Fortayu's shoulder, his hands clinging desperately to the dark fabric of the other male's shirt.
"Keep me safe," he whimpered pleadingly, not sure how much more he could take of the strangers he perceived as glaring.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 2:16 am
"It's about time you can feel it too!." Helena spoke as she changed from her stance of crossed arms and a bent leg to a leaning over midway body, and arms spread wide open.
Storming through the hotel in her 2 inch black boots, Helena made it to her yellow Suzuki which had been parked just slightly away from the S2000.
"You guys go in the car! I will take my bike. He will be at Chop Suey. Don't ask how I know, it's complicated, but I know a short cut on my bike!" The drummers lungs let out words as loud as she could after loosing quiet a large about of breath from running the stairs.
The simple human jumped on her bike and pulled away, going past Nathan and Alan in the car. The helmet was the least bit of worry for Helena, so she sped away with the red scarf sweetly flowing as she passed several cars, and drove down a few alleys.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 11:07 am
Where was she to go? Working was supposed to fill the gap, the empty oblivion that was time she needed to wait. Now she had no busywork to keep her mind off of things, to lessen the blow that was waiting for time to pass. So, where was she to go, what was she to do?
She couldn't really think of anything (although, among all of that thinking, she realized that her being given the time off might have had something to do with the espresso shots...), and found herself mindlessly walking towards the venue in which she would have been heading a few hours later. Fantastic, she could drink the time away. That would kinda work... Elizabeth thought, although she herself wasn't too convinced, but it was the best she could come up with on her own. Chop Suey it was.
Elizabeth was not prepared for what awaited her inside. Many pairs of eyes were focused on a table. She wasn't sure what the commotion was exactly, and having not seen either concerned bystander get attacked, she had not learned from their mistakes. In fact, Elizabeth was quite horrified as to why nobody was helping whomever was under the table.
She felt it was her duty to help the poor soul, so she slowly approached. As she came closer, she noticed that there were in fact two figures. Well at least /someone/ had the nerve... She kneeled down next to the table, not diving to save him, but just sitting, waiting to see if she could get a closer look.
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"I guess I just have to believe in you." Andrew whispered back, before looking at Lulu with a questioning, yet seductive stare. "A picture would last longer." Andrew snaked one arm around David's shoulder, the other crawling down his lower back in a pose-like fashion. "Whatever floats your boat..." He was cut off, although if he really was to keep speaking, he had immediately forgotten what he was going to say, as he was surprised with a saucy kiss.
Surprised, Andrew's bright eyes widened in delight, only to slowly flicker shut. Not feeling any restrictions even though he had never kissed a stranger nor an extremely sexy man, he pulled David as close to himself as he could possibly be, and his soft, pale lips slowly fell open.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 2:21 pm
"Yes I'm healing you. You need it." He kept his hand where it was after he was done, hoping the contact would help. He wasn't prepared for the other stranger sticking his hand under the table, and couldn't do anything but stare as his hand was broken.
Fortayu leaned out to stare incredulously at the now-injured man, and shook his head slowly. "Gods you're an idiot, what part of chair sailing at waitress's head did you not get?" His eyes narrowed, flashing dangerously. "Get out of here and go see a doctor." He was irritated at the people staring at the man now clinging to him, and even moreso at the man that just walked away offendedly. He had scared him, and in return he had been bitten.
Fortayu shook his head and patted Nyx's back, awkward yet soothing. "It'll be alright, Nyx, don't worry..." His accent was definitely more noticable, brought on by the stress of not knowing what happened, not knowing how to fix it, and having to keep strangers safe from the frightened man.
He realized he was developing a twitch when another woman came in and crouched beside the table; though he wasn't angry at her incompetence because she had just entered.
"Excuse me, but you may want to move out of arm's reach. There have already been incidents with a chair and someone's hand being broken." He shifted so that he was partially blocking the man from sight, more to keep her out of Nyx's view than anything.
"He's scared, I don't know why, but he doesn't seem to be trusting anyone else. If you want to help, keep others from coming too near until we can get him out of here." He smiled at her uncertainly, sorry to be barking orders but concerned for the health of the man that was clinging to him desperately, as well as everyone else who may dare to venture too close.
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