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 Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2018 9:07 pm
   Names are given; Zurinh mentions his own work/ Health: 100% / Energy: 100% / A cafe/ Someone else -> Carmina/ Link/ Coffee, his wallet, a messenger bag, and a couple books/ ///Text, " Speech", ' Thought', OtherMoney: $96.15 [Out of $400] /// Single
Not sure himself that he was being clear enough, in contrast to what he meant, that she probably wasn’t getting what he meant was already apparent: but why that was only was realized somewhat. There were a lot of angles, especially in motion, to any being, and he wasn’t being that straightforward about it? Going into depth like that wasn’t something Zurinh felt right about trying further despite that, given it hadn’t gone across in meaning so far. Picking up what she said further, that brought up some doubt too, almost bringing up a reply. This moved by as the conversation did. Zurinh brought up a ‘thanks’ before she left and getting a look back; there was a nod and smile before she moved on.
After coming back, the conversation went on briefly; part of what he said making him pause. Upsetting her hadn’t been meant-- while he couldn’t really say anything about it, not having much chance. Moving on instead, going to get napkins; that lingered during the walk to the counter and back. Wiping away what was left of the coffee, he kept that to mind briefly, if just as a note; there wasn’t a lot of people he knew that were set off that easily? At least, he hadn’t interacted with many, that it was apparent. Being somewhat new himself--- by a couple weeks at most, there hadn’t been much time for that; he was somewhat off-put as well; or had turned out that way, trying not to overstep his bounds. That had already happened once - sort of.
After coming back, a further attempt went by; Zurinh not that certain about what he was saying, while that sort-of resulted in a stammer. This was met with a question at first, then a sudden ‘yes’. Standing, she reached forward and offered her hand. Pausing before he did anything, it was taken and shaken briefly. Nodding, the other giving her name as well, he spoke shortly. That she worked at Bookworm’s as a manager was similar to his job-- kind-of. "Same here. --I work at Neon Lights as manager. I guess that’s similar in some regard?” Working with customers, but by different means and probably methods, regardless seemed partly like a shared ground. He had been to the store a few times, needing more to read, but otherwise hadn’t frequented it much, out of the weeks he had been here.
By Sachsquach --- Link to art thread
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2018 10:07 pm
X❥XXXCarmina Moritaka
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XXXXLocation: Moonbucks Cafe XX ๑XX Company: Zurinh XX ๑XX Cash: $922.90 XX ๑
Making friends was not really her cup of tea. Meeting Zurinh was merely a blessing and so was the message she received. If it wasn’t for that she would not be able to get that sudden push of confidence to speak as such. ”Really? Oh my. Well, isn’t that a coincidence!” Who would have thought she would be able to meet someone important? Neon lights. She was not familiar of the place but she could always look it up online. Broadening her connections is important. That’s how managers should do, right? ”I’m new here so I’m not familiar with where you work but I’ll try to drop by sometime.” And then maybe meet some new friends.
Picking up her frappe from the table, she was reminded that he seem to love books. ”I may be wrong but you if you’d like any book recommendations please, please don’t hesitate to ask. I’ll immediately look them up for you or have them ready.” Although she was very really hyped, her voice was still came out softly. This she was confident about. Perhaps this may become another common ground for the both of them to talk about in the future. If he would allow her.
Before parting ways she gave him another apologetic smile. ”I am really sorry for disturbing you but I really meant it when I said that it’s a pleasure meeting you.” She’s not sure if they would be considered as friends with what transpired. An acquaintance for now, maybe friends in the future, or maybe something more. She was not sure but she’s always open to the possibilities.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2018 10:22 am
More is said before the conversation ends/ Health: 100% / Energy: 100% / A cafe/ Carmina/ Link/ Coffee, his wallet, a messenger bag, and a couple books/ /// Text, " Speech", ' Thought', OtherMoney: $96.15 [Out of $400] /// Single
Overall, through the conversation he hadn’t been too sure what he could say, though had tried despite indecision. It was still constant as a factor here, making a further attempt without causing issue. Thinking towards what she said next, that it was true brought up further thought, while brief. "Well-- it’s kind of unlikely. Moonbucks fits.” Making a joke— it might not have been too obvious, but still fit context enough that it could. At her next statement, there was a pause before he continued, giving a warning, just in case she wouldn’t be that secure in a place that had a lot of things going on at once. "It’s not always that subdued. Usually there’s a lot of people and music; it’s not exactly a rave-oriented place but nearly one.” She didn’t entirely seem like someone that would be fine in a setting like that, though he felt like it was necessary to mention even if wrong.
Picking up her order, there was a mention and turn back towards books. Looking to the one he had brought along, checking again that it hadn’t been damaged earlier, Zurinh’s attention then shifted back towards the other. "Thanks--- I’ll try keeping that to mind. There are some I’ve been looking for, I may stop by later on?” Saying that, there wasn’t hesitation there, being sure about the idea, even if he didn’t have the time in the days coming up. Where he worked could take up at least part of a week, managing paperwork tending to make up most of that span after-hours.
As she moved off, before starting to, an apologetic smile was aimed his way, Zurinh giving a brief response, not wanting her to feel bad about what happened. "It wasn’t a problem, having someone to talk to was a good change-- thanks for that.” Acknowledging the last part of her words within his tone and response, he picked up his own mug, not quite yet leaving but planning to do so shortly so as not to cause anything awkward.
{Exit?}
By Sachsquach --- Link to art thread
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2018 6:39 pm
 Ｍｉ-Ｙｅｏｎｇ Ｎａｍ " The Mute Siren "
Outfit ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎Following the Reaper towards the selected seating, Mi-Yeong plopped herself down into the cushioned seat in front of her, letting out a soft groan before taking a few light sips of her piping hot coffee. Ah~ Although the beverage was scalding hot, it still somehow relaxed her nerves and gave her a little boost of energy. It was just what she had needed on a chilly day like today. Dark eyes locked onto her companion as a mentioning of a painting had came up into their conversation. ” The one that you drew of me, or a completely different piece all together? “ Actually, thinking on it now, the Siren hadn’t been in Hikaru’s house at all. Heck, the same could go vice versa! Her curious mind was starting to imagine how her friend’s house looked. Knowing how organized she could get, it was probably super pristine and neat looking. Everything where it’s supposed to be; nothing out of place.
The Siren’s house was neat and clean in the main areas, but in her music/storage room, it was a bit of a cluttered mess. Even after moving here, she still hadn’t managed to clear everything out and set her equipment up like she wanted. Actually… She hadn’t even been in that room for a little while. Up until recent events, Mi-Yeong had liked to be out and about. Anything that she could’ve done to stay away from home, she would’ve done it. Unfortunately, her usual way of staying away from home was going to bars until they physically had to get her to leave. At least now, she didn’t have to go through something as embarrassing as that, especially since she had Vermont to sort of keep her in line? Their playful competitiveness was a bit of a new hobby for her. ” Where do you live at anyways? I don’t think we’ve been at each other’s houses. “≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎⑴ MOOD: Mellow ⑵ COMPANY: Hikaru ⑶ HOUSE: 1418 Doux Housing District ⑷ OOC:
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2018 7:50 pm
X❥XXXCarmina Moritaka
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XXXXLocation: Moonbucks Cafe XX ๑XX Company: Zurinh XX ๑XX Cash: $922.90 XX ๑
Their first meeting was not really ideal. Carmina was all over the place. She was not sure how she would act or say in front him. It was a good thing that he was not that easily offended or else her first encounter with a local may become a bad memory; not good for someone starting fresh. A small giggle came out of the young lady. ”Yes. I’m glad I chose that seat.” He was not sure if he was trying to kid or was merely trying to be conversational but she was sure happy she was able to speak much better to him than before. His next statement, however, caught her off guard. ”R-Rave – oriented?” There was a short pause at this point. Being around a crowd usually drains her energy. She does like music but maybe not that loud? ”Well, I do love music. That came out more of a question than a statement. She needed to build connections besides their manager seemed to be a good person so it would not be a bad idea to go there, right?
Carmina habitually bit her lip as she waited enthusiastically for his response. ”I am looking forward to your visit.” It was not written in stone yet but she got herself a new customer. This is how they do it in sales, right? She would give him the shop’s number but that was still not disclosed to her yet. So instead, ”Hold on just a minute.” She would return back to the counter and ask one of the staff for something to write on. Thanking them as she finished with what she was doing she returned back to him with a piece of paper on hand. ”You can message me the name of the book. I’ll look it up as soon as possible.” This would make it more feasible.
It was about time she report for her new job. She was still a bit hesitant to leave just yet since they just started to get the conversation moving. ”Maybe next time we could talk about something else?” Just like the coincidence of two manager meeting, there’s bound to be a common ground for them to meet since they both seem to love book; hopefully. ”I should be going then. I’ll see you around?” She said, still a bit hesitant. Having someone to talk to would be nice. Hopefully he’s not just someone trying to be polite.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2018 8:27 am
xxxx＊ ♔ Hikaru Matsumoto ♔ ＊xxxx
xxxxThe Fallen Angel Death Reaperxxxx
”Where will your afterlife be? Elysium or Tartarus? Let your present actions be the judge.”
Residence: 1504 Lumiere Housing District ┊Occupation: Traditional Artist / Novelist / Beluga Waitress
⊴ ׺°”˜`”°º×_ _ _׺°”˜`”°º× ⊵
The shinigami picked up her cup of tea, feeling the warmth seeping the cup and onto her hands as she replied, "Both of us exactly, at the exact same place. Me drawing while you were playing the guitar, right before we ended up at The Captain's Deck. Though not exactly smooth with the crook showing up, at least it was quite memorable." Hikaru took a sip while closing her eyes, the taste of the Oolong variation invading her taste buds. She still preferred the matcha that she could make right at her house with Corbin, but the tea she was having right now sufficed for the time being. At Mi-Yeong's question about her residence, her eyelids lifted a fraction, the rim of the cup a few inches apart from her lips.
"At Lumiere. Together with my raven who is both my loyal companion. He also has a job as a tattoo artist and metal worker. And in case you are wondering, yes, my house's practically a mansion. No house parties, though, since I usually prefer to be busy with what I love to do, unless I do want to attend or if someone invited me," she responded. The brunette then put the cup down before picking up a cookie. She munched on the portion before it was her turn to inquire, "So, that means yours may be on a different district that mine, correct?"
⊴ ׺°”˜`”°º×_ _ _׺°”˜`”°º× ⊵ Location: Moonbucks CafeStatus: dating Anthony IceMood: mostly goodCompany: Mi-YeongMoney: $182.00 (Wallet) ; $1900.00 (Bank)OOC:
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2018 2:25 pm
Ｍｉ-Ｙｅｏｎｇ Ｎａｍ " The Mute Siren "
Outfit ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎Mi-Yeong’s curious mind started to imagine how the new art piece made by Hikaru would look like. Back then, she had shown her the sketch that she had drew of her playing the guitar, but she didn’t think she’d make a painting of it. The Siren honestly felt honored. The “friends” that she had back in her home country weren’t really the artistic type. Sure, they all went to an art based high school, but they never went for visual arts. They mainly were drawn to either creative writing or music. At that time, Mi-yeong hated music. Ever since her shitty uncle practically forced her to sing and used her siren abilities for his own profit and merit, she quickly began to dislike her own voice. It’s really only been up until recently that she’s finally starting to like her singing. It’ll take some work… a lot, actually, but she was taking baby steps. Until then, she’d happily play her instruments.
Hearing the word “Lumiere” slip out of Hikaru’s mouth, the Siren’s eyes lit up slightly in surprise. Did her artwork really make her that much money? Whatever the case may be, the reaper was financially lucky! Her humble little abode compared to the immaculate mansion that she was picturing, probably looked like a little shack. Still, it didn’t make Mi-Yeong feel bad about it. She had experienced being homeless before, so any home was better than nothing but street. ” Hmm… Wanna do a sleepover, then? Only if you want to, of course. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever had one before in my life, so I think it should be fun! “
Was it childish to want a sleepover? She was just seriously curious about Hikaru and her place! If the reaper wanted, they could do the same thing at her house! ” I live in the Doux housing district. It’s a big change compared to Lumiere, but I like it~ “ Her house was quiet, although sometimes it was too quiet for her liking. Perhaps the only reason why she liked staying at home was because she usually had a certain someone there? Was she going to end up being dependent on someone? ...Hopefully not.≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎⑴ MOOD: Curious ⑵ COMPANY: Hikaru ⑶ HOUSE: 1418 Doux Housing District ⑷ OOC:
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2018 3:14 pm
xxxx＊ ♔ Hikaru Matsumoto ♔ ＊xxxx
xxxxThe Fallen Angel Death Reaperxxxx
”Where will your afterlife be? Elysium or Tartarus? Let your present actions be the judge.”
Residence: 1504 Lumiere Housing District ┊Occupation: Traditional Artist / Novelist / Beluga Waitress
⊴ ׺°”˜`”°º×_ _ _׺°”˜`”°º× ⊵
The prospect about the sleepover left Hikaru contemplating, the cookie still close to her lips. To be fair, the fallen angel also never had a sleepover, unless having to share the bunk with her fellow squadron members would technically count as such. It was mainly to keep the group close unless the strategy involved having to split up to gather information and even to disarm targets. "Well... That can be arranged. I won't mind some company," Hikaru replied. With Anthony gone for the time being, having Mi-Yeong by her side would be useful. But still, she would have to explain to Corbin once she would head home even with the drenching rain, the raven being at work and all that.
"Doux, huh? My friend lives in there as well. Who knows if you two can become great neighbors," she nibbled the rest of the cookie before taking a sip of her tea. Solaris would need more friends that were musically inclined, though the brunette was hoping that things would be okay on her end. They had lost contact with each other for along time now. "Any plans that you have in mind for that sleepover tonight? I do have some movies available on Netflix, together with some manga collections in my small private bookshelf," she began formulating the formula to ensure that the night would be enjoyable even with the bad weather.
⊴ ׺°”˜`”°º×_ _ _׺°”˜`”°º× ⊵ Location: Moonbucks CafeStatus: dating Anthony IceMood: mostly goodCompany: Mi-YeongMoney: $182.00 (Wallet) ; $1900.00 (Bank)OOC:
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2018 4:04 pm
Ｍｉ-Ｙｅｏｎｇ Ｎａｍ " The Mute Siren "
Outfit ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎Well, now that their slumber party plans were set in stone, Mi-Yeong was actually pretty excited! Who wouldn’t be thrilled about going to their very first sleepover? Perhaps it was a bit childish, but she was pretty sure that Hikaru wouldn’t have mind. Taking a few more sips of her coffee, a bright smile graced the Siren’s face as she started to think of the night’s events. Movies, manga reading, and maybe even some late night snacking! A little cheat day on her typical diet wouldn’t be so bad. Besides, she thought she had deserved an unhealthy treat or three from time to time.
” Well, why don’t we get the party started, hm? Maybe tomorrow, you can stop by my place, too. That way we’d see each others houses. “ In her mind, it seemed like a fair deal. A visit for a visit. However, she was pretty sure that her house was like a little shack in comparison to her mansion. While her home was small, it was comfortable and clean. After finishing up the rest of her hot beverage, the Siren slowly stood up onto her feet, hands in her jacket pockets. ” Want to head over to your place, now? We might wanna get a head start before the weather gets anymore shittier. “ Her dark eyes glanced over to the window of Moonbucks and saw the dark sky filled with clouds. Yikes. Maybe it was better to leave now.
Mi-Yeong waited for Hikaru to finish whatever she needed to finish before she grabbed a hold of her hand and chuckled. ” Lead the way, Hikaru~ “
- exit -≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎⑴ MOOD: Mellow ⑵ COMPANY: Hikaru ⑶ HOUSE: 1418 Doux Housing District ⑷ OOC:
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2018 4:06 pm
xxxx＊ ♔ Hikaru Matsumoto ♔ ＊xxxx
xxxxThe Fallen Angel Death Reaperxxxx
”Where will your afterlife be? Elysium or Tartarus? Let your present actions be the judge.”
Residence: 1504 Lumiere Housing District ┊Occupation: Traditional Artist / Novelist / Beluga Waitress
⊴ ׺°”˜`”°º×_ _ _׺°”˜`”°º× ⊵
The fallen angel nodded, having to take another cookie after Mi-Yeong mentioned the possibility of checking out the Siren's house as well. Would her house be similar like Solaris' in terms of concept, design or essence? Hikaru wasn't sure; it would be best to just find out via the personal visit. "I can't wait to see your house as well when we do have a chance. And you do have a point. We better get things started before the weather would go worse," Hikaru replied. With that plan going to be set in motion, the drink and cookies were finished before the fallen angel left together with her friend, but not without making sure that she wouldn't leave any belongings behind.
It was a shame that the brunette would not be able to fly, but the cab ride home would suffice for the time being. The music from the radio wasn't so bad during the long cruise towards Lumiere.
-- Exit --
⊴ ׺°”˜`”°º×_ _ _׺°”˜`”°º× ⊵ Location: Moonbucks CafeStatus: dating Anthony IceMood: mostly goodCompany: Mi-YeongMoney: $182.00 (Wallet) ; $1900.00 (Bank)OOC:
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2018 2:10 pm
xxxx → тυєsםαч, נυℓч ③яם ←
םαч ② σғ ⑦ υитιℓ тιмє sкιρ
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☾☼ ιи-яρ םαчs sιиcє ℓ.σ. σρєиєם: ☼☽
◦ םαч ②⑥⑧ ◦
( ⑧ мσитнs, ②⑤ םαчs )
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2018 8:00 am
  ωhere Moonbucks l ωith Alone l мood Sleepy l Outfit Rainy Day Out
Lysander fiddled with the buttons on his sweater as he shouldered his way through the door lazily. Despite the chill outside, thanks to the rain, stepping inside felt like a volcano. They did it for the sake of their customers, but it still didn't feel necessary to him. Almost everyone was bundled up in some way to prevent themselves from being cold, except for the small few that maybe didn't feel the change in weather. Even with this city being a relative haven for the supernatural and weird, everyone pretty much acted like any other city you might see. Everyone minded their own business, except for the occasional, unavoideable, interaction. This was something Lysander was good at creating, at least on any other given day. He needed to get back into the swing of things. For the last two weeks he had all but ignored the world, occupying himself by sleeping most of his days away. He always got so tired after-...
With a large yawn, Lysander shoved the heel of his palm into an eye and rubbed the sleep away. Even though it was late in the afternoon, and slowly creeping into darkness, he had just woken up. Basically trying to avoid a random run in with Meg, it was the main reason for him avoiding the world, other than regaining all expended energy from his most recent possession. There was probably nothing his disliked more in the world than being made into a puppet, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He wasn't strong enough to fight off such an event and always ended up being locked in his own head. There was a low, frustrated and sleepy groan from the man as he meandered into the line. 'I'm the reason you get to cut loose...' Lysander knocked the heel of his palm, that had been rubbing at his eye, against his temple. Despite possessing him, the damnable voice still had enough energy to speak to him. For the most part he had leanred to ignore said voice, but that didn't make it any less annoying. Normal people who heard voices could take medication to stop it, unfortunately for him, this wasn't a voice his brain was controlling. If it were so simple, he would have started taking meds years ago.
With a disgruntled groan, the blonde man tapped an impaitent foot against the floor. He was currently standing behind someone who didn't seem to know what they wanted. Coming out of his hole to get this one thing, only expecting to return home after, his trip was taking longer than he wanted. Coming up behimd the guy in question, Lysander dropped an arm around the man's shoulders as he moved to now stand beside him. "We've got a newbie here," he spoke up in a mildly joking manner. While not afraid of being rude, he wasn't in the mood to be starting fights. "Just get us two Triple Threat Mochas." Pulling out his wallet, he paid the $5.50 for the two drinks and casually tried to steer the gentleman out of the line.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2018 12:06 am
 ❛Do you remember the sight we saw:
My soul, that soft summer morning round a turning in the path, the disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones.
Its legs in the air like a woman in need, burning its wedding poisons like a fountain with its rhythmic sobs.
I could hear it clearly flowing with a long murmuring sound, but I touch my body in vain to find the wound.
I am the vampire of my own heart, one of the great outcasts condemned to eternal laughter who can no longer smile.
Am I dead? I must be dead.❜
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I'm feeling indifferent. || I'm speaking to a stranger. || I'm wearing something casual || I have $200 on me and $800 stashed in the bank. || I have feelings for no one.
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The fresh scent of chocolate and coffee wafted in the air, and though he doesn’t fancy desserts nor caffeine all too much, he ought to make it an exception every once in a while. Sporting a black jacket with golden embroidered patterns, and a red shirt underneath, he stood to the side of the counter with his arms crossed, where a golden engagement ring and a silver cross dangled from the necklace on his neck. His hair remained in a state of unruly, wavy mess as it always had, which fell loosely around the bridge of his nose, where a yellow-framed glasses sat. His orange headset settled against his neck, revealing the faintest melody of his favourite oldies playing from the phone he had forgotten to mute. He never quite liked the rain. It reeked of funerals, sometimes of tragedies, though there were rare moments it smelled of sunlight that was soon to come, like a rainbow after the storm. That didn’t seem to be the case this time around.
Molten golds tunnel visioned onto the chalkboard that wrote of today’s specials, drawing out certain memories that he had reminisced when the night was dark, and the world fell silent. He gestured for the person behind him, along with the rest of the line to order while he shifted to the side, knowing he’d hold up the line with how indecisive he knew he would become. It wasn’t his first time here, but it was the same routine every single time he arrived. He wouldn’t be able to make a choice without help from the employees, but there were also times he’d turn away without placing an order, but all the while, his mind had only screamed for him to leave the establishment, as it was doing right this moment. All simply to avoid the lies his lonely mind had conjured.
“Hyun, let’s get the chocolate milkshake!” his gaze shifted to the side, fixing onto a blurred image of a young woman latching onto his arm. She had long, ash brown locks, sporting a beige off shoulder knitted top, and dark brown leggings. She’d gaze up at him with large hazel orbs filled with anticipation and want. Her features were foggy, but he remembered every inch of her face, the way there were crinkles by her eyes whenever she smiled, the way the corner of her eyes drooped just a little, and the way her cheeks were just a tad chubby. She was his goddess, but alas, this was a lie. He tore his gaze away while pain gnawed away at his heart. If this was the only way he could keep her, or at least, her ghost image around, then he’d rather not seek medical help at all.
”Excuse me, I’ll get a--”
"We've got a newbie here," he was abruptly cut off by a voice, half joking about the situation he was in, and despite his choice of humor, Cecil took no offence to it. "Just get us two Triple Threat Mochas." a single arm hung around his shoulder, though before Cecil could utter a single word, he was already dragged aside: left in confusion, and wallet half pulled from the pocket of his jeans.
”You do know I wasn’t quite standing in line-” he protested first, though it wasn’t wrong for the young man to misunderstand. It was only then, that Cecil took in the appearance of the stranger with smooth blonde locks framing his features that were much more chiseled in comparison to his own boyish one, sporting a knitted sweater with a white dress shirt. The man stood a few inches taller than he, with pale skin that contrasts his striking scarlet orbs. ”But-- you’re not wrong, sorry bout’ that.”
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2018 7:26 pm
ωhere Moonbucks l ωith Stranger l мood Sleepy l Outfit Rainy Day Out
Lysander stared, straight faced, as the carrot top tried to explain the logistics of his actual position. Casually he waved off his words, adding a dismissive grunt. "Why should it matter one way or the other?" Looking the man up and down quickky, something he learned to do after years of being the playboy, he gave a sway of his head while noting that the guy wasn't bad looking. He also noticed that he had been checked out himself, and that was always an ego boost for the blonde. "I mean, it's a free drink," he added, not having yet removed himself from the stranger. Perhaps he wouldn't be a stranger for long. If Lysander had anything to say about it, he'd be a regular in his bed. Of course, he thought that about everyone he met. Even that one girl...The one that sold him Serendipity. With thoughtful frustration, he tried to remember the young girl's name. What he could remember about her, in this moment, was that she had white hair. Oh well! He was sure it would come back to him eventually. For now, he should focus on the attractive red head before him. Lysander had only been with red headed females and so to add a male under his belt, would be quite the achievement.
"Rule one of the random encounter, don't apologize. Ever." Lysander held up a finger to indicated his first rule. These rules were by no means set in stone, they were simply ones made up by the blonde and his skewed world view. This view was thanks to the torture endured by his mother and the supposed 'values' his father tried to instill in him. It also didn't help that he had an embodiment of pure evil whispering in his ear at all times; should it want to. With a slightly perverted smile, indicating the thoughts he had playing in the back of his mind, Lysander pat the guy on the chest. "I won't hold it against you though. You can just make it up to me...Somehow." He stated his words so smoothly that those not well versed in double meanings, or flirting, wouldn't have picked up on it. The blonde was so good with his 'silver tongue' that people often mistook his flirting for his actual speech. He didn't really mind, it just made being around people more fun.
OOC: Sorry it's so small
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2018 8:46 am
❛Do you remember the sight we saw:
My soul, that soft summer morning round a turning in the path, the disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones.
Its legs in the air like a woman in need, burning its wedding poisons like a fountain with its rhythmic sobs.
I could hear it clearly flowing with a long murmuring sound, but I touch my body in vain to find the wound.
I am the vampire of my own heart, one of the great outcasts condemned to eternal laughter who can no longer smile.
Am I dead? I must be dead.❜
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I'm feeling indifferent. || I'm speaking to a stranger. || I'm wearing something casual || I have $200 on me and $800 stashed in the bank. || I have feelings for no one.
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”I thought I’d at least explain before you decide to gnaw my head off for being too slow for your taste.” Cecil spoke in a similar manner, his tone laced with a dry sense of humor. But unlike most, this one simply took his order for him, and dragged him off. Leaving the older male with a free drink, and simply.. confusion.
Gems of brilliant gold returned to the younger male, taking notice of the way he had glanced over the entirety of himself within mere moments. Cecil was not bad looking, but his appearance was not what many would call chiseled, or masculine. In fact, he possessed boyish and youthful features, with large eyes and long lashes that curtained his molten golds. Ironic, given his actual age. Though he secretly prefers to keep his distance with Lysander, or anyone at all regarding this matter, Cecil chose to ignore the warnings his mind had been whispering. He felt it was fine, so long he avoided touching anyone with his own hands. And knowing better, he nonchalantly shoved his hands into the pockets os his jeans, his skin cold from his own anxious sweating.
"Rule one of the random encounter, don't apologize. Ever." ”Maybe it would’ve been more appropriate if I dove into your embrace and profess my undying love and gratitude?”
He had the least interest engaging in conversations, but Cecil had no hard time playing along. The way he spoke seemed so genuine, concealing the lies his lips nonchalantly spouts; his eyes filled with emotions shielding the emptiness that lingered behind his shell. Then again, was this really just pretend? Was it not genuine in the least? Can a person really take off their mask after so long without tearing the least bit of skin off their flesh and bones? The blonde offered a solid pat against Cecil’s chest, instantly noticing the corners of his lips curving into a devious smile. Ah, if the young man possessed features that were any less than decent looking, this smile could have gotten him in trouble, but alas, anyone who looked good enough can always get away with it.
”Of course! For lovely prince charming that pulled me out of my misery,” Cecil paused, casually pulling out a fifty dollar note from his own pocket, and tucking it in between the gap of his middle and index finger of the hand that still remained upon his shoulder. ”You get to keep the change.” with a nonchalant pat against the chest in return, Cecil beelined for the counter with a playful chuckle to grab their drinks. Lysander could charm any young damsel, or dame for this matter, if he so wanted to. Few sets of eyes were already on the young man since he stepped in said establishment, that much he had noticed. But, it worked not on the vampire. Though he was not an expert in the field of romance, he was cunning and smart enough to understand that his words held double meaning behind them. Did he want something? Was he expecting something? With the way the young man carried himself, cash would not likely be the case. Then, it could only hint in one other direction.
Sex. With a man like Cecil? He wasn’t repulsed, it wasn’t the first time he’s been invited, though each time he simply chose to play the innocent, and idiotic young boy. However, he vaguely wondered if it would work with this one.
He took their beverage from the employee and uttered a quick thanks, extending a drink to his new-found acquaintance(?) ”Right, I didn’t quite catch your name?”
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Out.Of.Crocodiles: Oh, no. That's fine. I wasn't too happy with my own post lol
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