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 Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 10:01 pm
Voltaire: Sonnen
‘Got him,’ Sonnen thought triumphantly. There was a look in Othello’s eyes that told him he’d won. Either by his awkward people skills or threat of revulsion, Othello would be staying. His smirk implanted itself more firmly on his face in his winning, reveling in the fact that he predicted this. He had been right. It was always a nice feeling, after all. However, when the hand on his shoulder moved, he couldn’t help the initial shock he felt. He expected it to slide off, but no, it slid not down, but up, inching uncomfortably close to his face. Crap, the guy wasn’t going to slap him, was he? Perhaps too much smirking. The hand stilled on his cheek, though, which was sort of a relief. Well, not really, because there was still no obvious cause for his contact, but maybe it was some form of ‘thank you’ in some Japanese custom. He’d never really paid attention in history class, so—
“Oh,” he breathed, too shocked into stillness to react otherwise. His heart was comparable to a bird’s, his pupils changing size rapidly to try and keep up with the mixed surprise-pleasure-shock thing happening to his nervous system. Instinctually, Sonnen’s grays started closing because well, that’s what you were supposed to do when you kissed, right? It was rude to stare in the midst. But the time it took for his brain to register the act and the amount of time Othello invested in the kiss, by the time his eyes had begun to droop, the other was already pulling away. Well, he thoroughly kissed the smirk off Sonnen’s face; that was for sure. He wasn’t sure why this thought was the one that went through his head first, as satirical as it was, and he almost laughed at himself, but then remembered what had just happened, and it was. not. normal. He’d just been ninja-kissed by Othello, who looked so bloody smug and more cute than he had any right to be, that he was tempted to kiss the damn look off his face. But that would be weird. Right? Which way was up? What his own name again? Shock made Sonnen forget things inconveniently.
Actually, Sonnen was incapable of listening to what Othello was saying. He was too caught up in what the kiss made him remember. How long had it been since he’d been kissed? College, he was sure. He’d had one boyfriend in college, and hadn’t met anyone else since. So a couple years? Had it really been that long? It almost felt like a first kiss, even though he knew that was taken long ago back when he was in high school, his ‘rebel phase.’ He felt sort of regretful sometimes that his first kiss had been to spite his father. Well, most everything he did was to spite his father, but when sneaking out and getting into trouble in school hadn’t been enough, he’d turned to other prospects, like bringing girls home. Eventually, that wasn’t enough either, so he’d bring boys home. This really got under his father’s skin, but he was never punished for it because of how supportive his mom weirdly was of all his conquests. It was almost like drinking or doing drugs: You would start with the easy stuff, the weak stuff, and eventually it took more to get you off. That was sort of how it escalated to bringing boys home and being rather loud in the bedroom. On purpose. He’d never considered himself gay, per se, but it was no lie that he got his rocks off as easily with men as he had with women. After high school, women kind of bored him. Sure, boobs were great, but he got tired of all the drama and the bitches. Of course he did other things aside from basically whoring himself out to piss his dad off. He started growing his hair out, dressed in clothes that were deemed unfit for polite society, listened to obnoxious music, anything he could do, really. Looking back, he wasn’t sure why he tried to annoy his father so much, only that he seemed to have a really good reason to at first. Luckily this rebellious stage ended when he was about nineteen and in college, living in a dorm with three other guys (that led him to his first college boyfriend, which ended up not being anything very serious).
So, in conclusion, Sonnen hadn’t been kissed in a very, very long time. Well, except for when Anya paid him visits every so often and kissed his cheeks, but that didn’t really count for much. When his attention left his thoughts and focused back on Othello, he had stopped talking and still had that face-melting adorable look, which Sonnen wasn’t sure he liked or not, and was soon being kissed once more — but aha! He was ready for it this time! Still not sure why he was allowing this contact so freely, Sonnen caught a grip on Othello’s waist with his hand, allowing himself to enjoy the affection he so rarely got, mostly because he distanced himself from ‘fuzzy feelings’ and intimate contact. It was the mature thing to do, he thought, as a young man focusing on a career, not on a partner. But still… it felt nice. It made him wonder why he’d given this up. But then Othello was gone in an instant, and Sonnen felt the loss immediately, sure he had pouted a little before he caught himself. The redhead had backed up a good few feet, and looked terrified. This struck Sonnen, too. Was he really such an angry a*****e that people were afraid of his reactions? Really, truly afraid he would actually attack them? That didn’t do much for a guy’s confidence.
On the other hand, was he really okay with being kissed without warning? Sure, it felt comforting and warming in a way, but was it really appropriate? Did it matter? Was it like a ‘thank you’ kiss for Sonnen’s running out and berating? Or was it something else? Oh ********, he didn’t know. He was still in the hazy ‘happy place’ moment after a pleasant kiss, and was unable to make sense of things. Did Othello like-like him? And if he did, how the hell hadn’t he noticed before? Well, Sonnen was kind of the epitome of ‘oblivious man.’ It took him forever to pick up hints or get clues to things. He sometimes felt slow, but it seemed to be a problem with many males, and not exclusively himself. However, something else made itself very clear in his mind: If you don’t say or do something, he’s going to run away — again. Though, what came out of his mouth wasn’t exactly what he expected.
“Yo mayo…” he breathed, finally processing what had happened. ‘Yo mayo’ roughly translated to ‘holy crap,’ which was exactly what he was feeling, and felt himself blush bright red, something he almost never did anymore. No, not helping. He shook his head sharply, dark hair flipping about for a moment before settling again. “U-uh,” he articulately said, embarrassed that he was reduced to babbling, “my tarot!” he suddenly shouted, eyes wide as if he’d just remembered something very important (which me might have). He strode forward shakily and gripped Othello’s shoulder so he couldn’t run away, thinking the boy was probably tired of all the man handling. “You said you were going to read my tarot.” Reading Sonnen’s tarot was his redemption, if he remembered Othello’s threat correctly. Well, ‘threat’ was a strong word, but he had said that he’d be forgiven if he let Othello read his tarot. Maybe it would be a bit of a confidence boost.
And yeah, he was delaying the fact that he had to deal with this whole Othello-kissing-him thing, but it could be put off for another minute or two. Or five. Or ten. He was afraid of analyzing it because he didn’t want to know how he actually felt, afraid it would conflict with his previous morals and ideas of himself. Delaying conflict. It only made things worse, but Sonnen was at a loss at what to do otherwise. He knew his breathing was more labored than normal and his face was flushed, but he had to push forward. His goal was to keep Othello in Guilty Pleasures, and if that required some kissing, then he’d be willing to take one for the team. Though that made it sound like a chore, like kissing was something he’d rather not do, which was completely untrue and really, it wasn’t ‘taking one for the team’ since it was pleasurable and why did it matter if he liked it, he was only human and okay, so he wouldn’t mind doing it again but that didn’t mean anything, did it, and oh crap he’d given himself a headache again. He really needed to stop thinking; it only made things worse. Of course now all Sonnen could do was stare at Othello’s mouth, remembering the two kisses he’d received and unconsciously licked his lips. ‘All for the greater good,’ he told himself, not because he liked it or wanted to do more of it. It was for the greater good. Greater good. Greater good. Wow, Othello had pretty lips…— NO, greater. good.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 9:36 am
Madam Usagi
Relief swept over the Madam, knowing that though Braedin was kind of off in the clouds (sometimes literally, mostly metaphorically), he would be able to get the job done. He was a nice helper around Guilty Pleasures, since he was there so often. Often, the Madam felt like the nagging mother to her children, the Companions, and Braedin was the pesky best friend she always put to work around the house. He was always willing, sometimes too much so, so she hardly felt guilty about having him do her meticulous work. However, the fact that she hadn’t gotten a call back from him concerned her. Had he found Othello? Did something happen to him? Were they both lost or something? She sighed internally. Troubling, troubling.
Though this afternoon seemed to be filled with surprises. Of all the songs in the world Sonnen could have chosen, of all the classical composers (whom she knew Sonnen hated, but still), he chose bloody Charlie Daniels. And oh lord, was it amazing. Not amazing as in ‘such-a-good-singer-violinist-combo’ but as in ‘********.’ Through his whole performance she could tell he was mortified, but this just made her glee expand tenfold as she clapped her hands together happily, smiling wide like a child who was just told they got a life supply of candy. Oh, she would tease him about this for many a-moon. Good thing Braedin wasn’t here to see this, else he would have been laughing his a** off the whole time. Just to be sure, as the Hostess, the Madam looked to her left to see the reactions of the potential Clients. Lauren appeared mostly unaffected, probably the stoic type unless something piqued his interest. Sonnen would like him, she thought. Though she doubted the tall man would pick the violinist, seeing as he didn’t look quite impressed enough. That was all right, though; Sonnen wasn’t really being put ‘up for sale’ at the moment; he was just filler for the moment. Well, unless one of the other Clients was captured by his performance and demanded the Companions, in which case she would be all too happy to throw Sonnen into their lap. However, it seemed this probably wouldn’t be happening, either, since the younger blond was trying not to burst out laughing and the other seemed too shocked for words. She wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or not. But at least they appeared to be amused, so maybe that was enough. The real act here was for Tel, who she hoped delivered (though she had exceptional intuition, and knew he would). …Oh lord, was she going to inherit another Braedin type? The Madam was used to the brash, mocking way Solera called at Sonnen, since Braedin was of much the same nature, but she hadn’t expected a Client so new would be so vocal. She couldn’t really tell if he was truly impressed, or if he was purely being condescending. Either way, she knew if Sonnen could have, he would have ripped not one, but about four new holes in Solera’s a**, and he’d do it all in angry Russian. She’d probably hear his ranting about it later tonight when they had their weekly evening coffee date.
The curtains closed, and she got a bit nervous when she heard clunking backstage. Sonnen was probably harassing the workers again. She almost felt the need to ask how the Clients felt about the performance, but was sort of afraid to know; she didn’t want to hear more mocking or giggling, since it made her hurt not only for her reputation, but for Sonnen as well. So she wisely kept her mouth shut, and waited eagerly for Tel to perform. It wasn’t long, luckily, till she heard the sound of Sonnen’s piano playing, and saw the curtain rise. Dramatic, as always, she thought fondly. Of course he was hiding his face behind his long hair, which she didn’t blame him for; she wouldn’t have wanted to show her face after being made fun of like that, but she recognized the song. She’d heard it many times, and knew the lyrics themselves were in Russian, but they never came. Logical, she figured, so he didn’t upstage Tel, who was — throwing knives? At a mannequin? This was unexpected, but astounding to watch. The boy was rather flexible it seemed, and had quite good dexterity. Yes, she was completely correct about the boy; he would be staying. She wanted to keep him forever and ever. …Though it seemed someone wasn’t of the same opinion as she was. She worriedly watched as Solera excused himself, and she hoped he would be all right. His body guards followed, so surely he would be taken care of, but still. Should she send her medic in? Was that too much? She would surely be informed if medical assistance were needed, she hoped. She would offer once he came back in.
Though someone seemed to be enjoying not the knife throwing, but the piano performance a little much. She glanced at Walenty with a small smile at her lips, watching that infectious grin on the young blond’s face. She could tell it was because of the music, not Tel’s knife throwing, that he was enjoying when he closed his eyes, still with the impish grin. Oh, he was so adorable! She hoped he’d join their Guilty Pleasures family as a Client, because she was sure she would never get tired of his cute little smile. It much reminded her of Othello, and his coy smiles. She wondered if the two would get on well. Oh, there she went again, making happy instances play in her head before she knew if Walenty was even going to become a Client or not. She had half-expected him to check on his brother when he left, so she wasn’t surprised, but disappointed they were both gone. Oh well. As she turned back to the performance, she heard Lauren mutter something — a very good something. This made her grin wider, and she nodded to herself. Mission accomplished. Tel’s first performance got him a Client, lucky boy. She couldn’t wait to tell him the news. The performance ended with a flourish, and she clapped along with Lauren, since the two blonds were still monopolized in the men’s room, and politely nodded to him when he expressed interest in congratulating the boy. She had a servant tail him, of course, just to make sure he didn’t do anything funny, but was glad the man had been so intrigued. When he came back and started with the questions, she was all too happy to answer.
“That is Tel, a newer Companion of ours,” she introduced smoothly. “If you’re interested, you can get a copy of his file by tomorrow.” She still had to create the file, of course, which wouldn’t take too long. She just had to sit down with the boy and ask him some typical questions: Full name, age, ethnicity, languages spoken, abilities, hobbies, background, etcetera. Nothing too in depth, but enough that they could start a bond. And, once again, a day full of surprises. Braedin was here! And he had Othello, thank goodness. And… well, there he went. Out the door. What was it with people randomly disappearing? And— Sonnen! Sprinting out the theater like a bat out of hell. Where was he going? Why was he so bothered? Oh, being Mom really was a harder job than she gave people credit for. She could never have children of her own, and much preferred her Companions.
Not too long after, the older blond rejoined them again. She adopted her ‘worried mother’ face, as Braedin called it when she was trying to take care of someone. “Oh, Mister Solera, are you quite all right? I can have my personal medic here in three seconds if you need something,” she offered kindly, wanting to take care of her guests so they’d be more willing to come back. He looked a bit pale, but otherwise unharmed. The Madam couldn’t help but be curious as to what caused such a severe reaction in the man, but wouldn’t dare ask, since it was apparently a pretty sensitive subject. A short minute or two later, the younger brother came out as well, only his face was the complete opposite of his sibling’s. He was strangely flushed, but not in a sickly way. What had gotten him so fussed? Drama, drama. But he was awfully cute blushing, she thought fondly. Oh, she needed to stop thinking of him as her child, like she did with most young people. That wasn’t the impression she wanted to give off. “Glad you’ve decided to join us again, Walenty,” she greeted.
Okay, now it was time to play ‘Hostess’ again. She truly disliked this part, even though it was the main part of her job. She stood in front of all of them, hands clasped in front of her, so she’d be the center of their focus. Once she was sure all Clients were listening, she started: “I apologize for all the strange drama, but I do hope you’ve enjoyed yourself. You’ve just seen, in order, Sonnen, our most musical Companion; and Tel, a new boy we’ve recently taken in, a contortionist and marksman. If you’re interested in a particular Companion, or you would like to meet a different one, a meeting can be arranged. If you’ve decided you’d like to be a Client to a particular one, inform me or one of my secretaries, and we’ll provide you with a file of the Companion. And, if you’ve decided Guilty Pleasures isn’t your cup of tea, then all contacts between us will be destroyed. I will never contact you, you will never contact me.
“Now, if you are indeed interested in joining us, then payment can be made in private with me or a secretary. Now know, my Companions are just that — Companions, friends, performers, and are not lapdogs, toys, or prostitutes. If my boys are treated as such, you will face personal charges from me. With that said, think carefully. I recommend you think it over for a day or so, and contact me with your answer.” With that, she gestured to the door, expecting them to take their leave then. Of course if one of them was dead set on a Companion, like Lauren seemed to be, then she would have no problem singing a contract so soon. The blonds, however, she wasn’t sure about. She couldn’t tell if they were impressed enough to stay, especially after the little episode Solera had. That wasn’t a good sign, so she tried not to get her hopes up. Once it was tactful to do so, she tapped her headset into opening, and contacted some of her boys. “Braedin, is everything all right?”
It was a moment before she got an answer. ”Uhhh, I’m not sure. I think so. Ask Sonnen.” Oh, well. She could do that.
“Sonnen,” she contacted next, ”Is everything in order?” She knew Sonnen was often frustrated that no one spoke his native language except her, and tried to indulge him often so he’d feel more at home. However, she didn’t get an answer from Sonnen. Crap, what happened?
(( Oh, and since this is a 'set in the future' RP, feel free to be crazy-awesome inventors. ))
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 12:10 pm
H i k a r u - G a l i a n d e r-O t h e l l o Shocking Sonnen into a heart attack was nothing what Othello had planned. Then again what did he expect to happen? He had just kissed someone out of the blue. Sure it was out of his character, he was crazy and hyper but even he had limits. He didn't know what came over him, but for some reason he didn't regret what he did. He was surprised when Sonnen held his waist after the second kiss. It made him want to wrap his arms around Sonnen's neck and hold the kiss but his heart was feeling like it was going to explode, and he didn't know if he could hold the kiss without fainting. He pulled away though and when he did he felt the flutter on his lips still. It seemed to linger there like it was meant to be. There went his first kiss. He reached up for a minute and his hand found his pale pink lips. He ran his fingers along the edges.
It was like a dream, Sonnen his role model had shared a kiss with him. Even if it was just out of the blue it was one of the best moments in his life. He didn't care about the boy on stage, nor did he care about his lack of ability. He was on cloud nine at that moment and coming down was something that he didn't plan on doing anytime soon. Sure when he was growing up the image of his first kiss was on a river, with a very very beautiful women. Then again, he had grown up in the military and in a society that was embraced ancient tradition. He never thought that he was going to end up falling in love with men, nonetheless sharing his first kiss with one. He was glad he did though, now Othello understood that he would have never wanted to share with anyone else. And if that was the only thing that kept him at Guilty Pleasures he would be okay with that.
Now that Othello's moment of reflection was over he was filled with a level of fear that almost made him scream like a sissy and dash down the hallway like the devil was on his heels. He noticed the red on the man's face and stopped himself. Was Sonnen....Blushing? What did this mean, was it that he was so mad that he was turning red? Or was he actually embarrassed that Othello had kissed him? He didn't know what he was supposed to do. When Sonnen shook his head he tensed as he scooted back a little more. He didn't want to die yet he had so much planed for his future. He heard the hurried mumbled of "hadsaibaf!" and just about lost all his skin color. When the man lunged at him he screamed.
"OH MY GOD DON'T KILL ME AND BURN MY...Your tarot?" Othello said his voice still slightly high pitched and died off towards the end. Hearing the huffed nature of the man's breath he looked at Sonnen slightly confused, "So you just want me to read the tarot? You don't want to crush my bones into bread or something like that...." he mumbled as he looked over his shoulder and felt a smile slip onto his face. He nodded his hand brushed the hand off. He spun around and wrapped his arms around Sonnen and gave him a little squeeze. Pulling away Othello danced down the hallway. "WOOH!" he squealed as he moved down the hallway into the study.
Reaching the study Othello pulled a desk into the middle of the room and placed two chairs on either side. Placing his cards down on the table he sat himself down and looked at the cards. Once Sonnen decided to seat himself he inhaled slightly as his aura changed slightly. He looked different and the air around him felt just as different. He ran his fingers over the cards his hands seemed to glow slightly as he pushed the cards close to Sonnen and smiled. "Shuffle please!" Othello said with a sweet giggle and a gentle smile. He felt like a giddy little school girl. He was more excited then anything else to be given the chance to read Sonnen's tarot. He towards the man and once the cards were shuffled he changed once more.
Reaching out Othello took the cards into his fingers and set the cards out. His blue eyes narrowed as he flashed them over the cards. He felt his third eye open, sure it wasn't visible to the normal eye but his fingers slipped out and the cards flipped. It was almost like his fingers never touched the cards. It seemed almost like a wave over the cards made them obey. The first card that flipped up was the magician, "The magician....Your destiny looked bright when it comes to work. Starting today your skills will be seen for the treasure they are and your emotions are in a bit of a twist right now...Your view of things will make understanding how your feeling difficult. But if there is a chance at a new relationship make the first move because your love is balanced." he whispered as his blue eyes flashed again.
Moving to the second card he traced his fingers along the side and flipped it in a flash. Othello kept the serious look on his face that almost made him look his age, "Two of Pentacles....Your suffering from a moody or easily upset time period. This will be balanced by times of self confidence at a max. This will conflict with your ability to complete the steps towards a relationship in card one." he mumbled as he moved towards the other side, "This side shows your feels towards a particular person whom you have in mind, and those feelings of the person your thinking about. First card, Your Image of them...." he whispered as he looked up at Sonnen and flashed his eyes down to the cards.
"Two of Cups. Your in a positive image, your experiencing a new partnership as well as love possibly entering your life. This partnership is in the work related area. And if completed will be harmonious and positive. " Othello explained as he looked up at Sonnen for a minute his eyes stared deeply into Sonnen's soul almost. He moved onto the next card and waved his fingers over the card and it flipped, "Card two, their image of you. "
Pausing for a minute as he read the card Othello glanced down at the table with a distant look on his face, "Four of swords, the image of loneliness and distance. A feeling that your bored with the people around you and can't find pleasure in being close to anyone anymore. " Well that seemed to whack Sonnen right on the head. Looking up from the cards he looked towards Sonnen. He knew this was a lot to take in. "Should I continue or not...?" he asked as he tilted his head slightly. He had four more cards left but he didn't want to push to much though. He hated telling people what they didn't want to know.
[( Just FYI I did this tarot myself while I was writing your post xD Made me laugh almost )]
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 11:07 pm
(( If this post is too long, I'll edit. I tried before, but couldn't think of what to take out. x.x; Since I haven't posted for Levant in a loong time, this happened. <<;; ))Levant The tie looked crooked. A stray hair was defiantly sticking up at a 90 degree angle. Worse of all, the designer suit was far more uncomfortable than he remembered. Levant's green eyes blazed at his own reflection in the ornate golden mirror. It was situated behind a thin rice paper screen door with a dark laquer frame. The brilliant item was gaudy and a joke of a gift from one of his friends in that other place. Those screen doors were coincidentally also a gag gift from one of his friends within the house. More specifically, the one he had called "Lockmaster." The older brunette who had left for some very vague reasons. They still kept in contact, but it just wasn't the same. Strange how the one he'd called, "Flaming Fairy," had also resigned within the same week. Again for completely vague reasons. They'd both said something about not being able to go on with the job because it had become too personal. That was the one event which triggered Levant's need to know everything about the household. The resigning of a friend and never knowing why, no matter how many times he'd asked, bothered the heck out of him. Even now, Lockmaster only ever showed him a mischievious and quite guilty smile. That evasive b*****d, oh how he ********' missed him. Frustrated with trying to fix that single hair, he pulled a distasteful face and mussed up the entire gelled and foamed bits into a frazzled eyesore. Even though he'd taken great pains to mold his unusually unruly hair, some part of him took great pleasure in destroying it. Something about using so much gel reminded Levant of someone he didn't enjoy seeing nor thinking about. Bright eyes critisized the new reflection. A mad scientist attending an awards ceremony wasn't so bad compared to whatever the Hell he was before. Or a weird J-rocker. ...Weirder than they usually were. Nevertheless this experiment was a failure. So much for taking a friend's advice. Back in the shower the Canadian man went. Minutes later lanky legs were covering the grounds right outside the Globe. No, he wasn't supposed to be 'working.' Not technically anyway. But, he couldn't help it. Besides, maintenence work was to be done. Due to his frequent departures and arrivals, the IT of Guilty Pleasures had long ago stopped announcing them. In one day, he'd not once, not twice, not three times, but a grand total of seven times, told them he was going to go for a leave of absence. So a total of fifteen announcements were made in his name. The last being that Levant would no longer have announcement privileges regarding his comings and goings to the mansion. Usagi herself hadn't been really bothered since she was usually the first to know about everything. It had been Levant himself after seeing the IT's reactions. Perhaps it had been his upbringing, but he always hated being a burden of any sort. The brunette had absolutely refused to be the straw that broke the camel's back. Unless it was on accident. Then that really couldn't be helped... And this way, maybe he could catch the end of Sonnen and new boy's performance. The moment he stepped through the fancy glass hallway however, the feed from his headset had already informed him of "Dark Eyes"'s and the new kid's departures. He'd stop in his tracks then, unsure of where Sonnen would have gone. It was strange of the Russian guy to disappear so quickly after a performance, even if the man hadn't been on center stage. Then amid all the new feeds, he heard something about Othello. Or codename "Wisteria." Mildly bewildered, Levant then fiddled with his earpiece. A thin wire extended outwards then across, just above his eyelids and below his brows. Something about safety flashed in white blocky lettering before the blue screen was exited with a touch of a button and a radar of sorts appeared. The eletric blue changed to classic military green. In the circle's grid, very very close to where Levant's flashing red dot was, were two lime green ones. Then off to the side were a small mess of dull black dots with one golden dot. Even further were rose dots, which were the most common in the area. Seeing no harm done, he shrugged and moved his way through the glass doors. Frozen. Again. With heart beating rapidly in his ear drums and eyes wide with confusion and a tinge of terror, he instinctively ducked into the nearest hiding place. Unforunately for Levant, it had been the women's restroom. Luckily enough, there wasn't a single soul to be seen nor heard. Wait, a sec! They have a tea table in here?! the brunette thought distractedly at the little Ming style wooden table in the corner. The thing was even fully equipped with ten varieties of tea, two types of sugar, a full crystal glass of honey, and three different styles of tea sets beneath. No wonder women always took forever in the restrooms. Being ever so curious, he tilted his head back to get a peek at what their stalls looked like. Instead, all he saw was what appeared to be some sort of spa area and plates of luxurious handmade bonbons, arranged cheeses and fruits, and tons and tons of lotions. Women were weird. Well, it was about time he got out of there. His network was probably laughing their jaws numb by now. "Camembert" often shortened to "Cam" was what those helping him had dubbed the man. It was after one of the famous French cheeses. Probably shouldn't have given everyone wheels of cheese after coming back from his first trip to France. By now they must be cracking jokes about Cam being in the lady's room and doing lady things or whatever. But at the moment, these things weren't his priority. What was on his mind? The mind searing image of Wisteria locking lips with Dark Eyes. How could Sonnen let this happen?! How could Othello want to kiss Sonnen of all people?! Levant had creeped along the cold wall to ever so subtly sneak a glance at what was happening. Yes! Othello! Run while you can! Good boy! Then it happened again WHAT THE ********! Out of all the things he's seen and done. Out of all the horrid inhumane things, this was the one thing that made him want to explode. Right then and there, he was torn between wanting to lock Othello up in a cage and beating the s**t outta of Sonnen or pretending he'd never seen a damned thing. Why was he so bothered anyway? It wasn't as if he held feelings for any of them. But they were like... well, he'd always imagined them as his brothers. And brothers shouldn't kiss. Being an only child, he'd often wandered what it'd be like to have a huge family. Guilty Pleasures gave him just that. Had it been any of the other companions with one another, he was sure he would have had the same reaction. This new information caused his small world to tilt sideways. Why did they choose the middle of the damned hallway? Goddamnit, choose a more private place to make out next time! Acceptance was slowly coming. But before Levant could decide what to do or what not to do, Othello was already dragging Sonnen away to do God knows what. Probably more making out. He wanted to gag and congratulate them at the same time. Maybe they'll get married soon and move out and have kids and grow old together then float away to the afterlife holding hands for all eternity. The disgusted smile on his face twitched. "Calm down," he breathed out with a huff. It was nothing. They weren't related. No incest there at all. It was okay for them to get married and have kids and stuff. He just didn't want to see them making kids and ...stuff. Somehow, this was worse than walking in on his parents doing the wild thang on his 16th birthday. Terrible, terrible memory. Fully ...okay now, he straightened his crisp white button up and slipped a few fingers in to tug at the white undershirt beneath. Forgoing all the frilly stuff, he'd opted with a simple attire of what looked more like the Mansion's domestics' dress code. Black slacks, black flats, and a white dress shirt. Nice and simple. Despite this, Levant always seemed to stand out in a crowd. In this case, the man really did make the clothes. Not that he could sew very well. Just to be sure, he played with that ear piece again. A song played immediately. Olivia Lufkin's A Little Pain. The man closed his eyes, listening to Japanese words he knew all too well. After short moment had passed before he began to hum along. A deep and comforting sound came from his throat, though slightly offkey. With so many talents, singing was definately not one of them. But hey, his voice never made anyone's eardrums bleed, at least not yet. "...I'm here waiting for you, ima to wa chigau mirai ga atte mo, I'm here waiting for you, sakebi tzuzukete-eeh" he continued merrily on his way to the theater's inner doors. The small thought of why the heck didn't he'd just taken the back entrance was nagging at the back of his mind. "Travel in, silence..." Levant sang on softly, practically butchering the song to pieces. He stood there looking at the spot his fellow Companions had mere minutes ago occupied. "Me wo tojireba, chiisana itami sae itoshikute... " he trailed off as the voice in his ears heightened, trying his best not to grind his teeth in whatever emotions were going through his system. That last note was so offkey he almost wanted to slap himself. Still, he continued on with the song solemnly half humming the harder, repetitive, and impossible bits. A few minutes later he found himself leaning against the hardwood doors of the theater, not entirely sure of how he'd gotten there. Back to business. With a single tap, the song was off. Levant swiftly pulled open the heavy door to the shadowed face of that guy. Just when he was all newly calm. This happens. With a shaking hand, he'd almost slammed the door shut immediately. There was no way in Hell he was going to disgrace himself in front of Clients for the sake of seeing half of "The Ire"'s silluette. Him and his purple hair and his gel and his motorcycle and his tallness. Six feet and one inches. Two years Levant's junior and still 2 inches taller. A whole two inches! The brunette's face flushed pink with embarrassment and far more anger. Wait a sec. There was no chance whatsoever Mr. Hershey's Kisses here had heard him singing that sappy song, right? No, of course not. No one did. As much surveillance as he'd put around the Mansion, he'd never once put any bugs. So at least he was sure he was safe from his relentless team. But even if Mr. Hershey did indeed hear him, that guy wouldn't listen to random offtone offkey singing coming from the halls, right? Right. Yep. Of course not. Though Levant's dislike of the other man showed clearly on his open book of a face, he forced a wry and semi-polite smile in Hershey's general direction before wandering off a few feet away. Even with his back turned to him, he could feel ********' Hershey's presence. Angry green eyes surveyed their little group, focusing on each of the Clients in turn. But with his feed not informing him of the purple one's infiltration, what else could he be but highly irritable? The little purple and skull marked dot on his radar had failed to show. Now for whatever reasons, his mates had gone quiet. God. Damn. It. Mr. Heresy's history with Levant wasn't anything special. Though the taller man was far from his first client, something went terribly wrong for the Canadian. It was the first time he'd volunteered to perform his infamous "Instant Art," routine. There was no pestering from the other party to do the energy taxing bit. He'd wanted to perform. That was the first and last time. Everything had been set up from every element of the earth imaginable. And yet, nothing happened. Nadda. His hands had continued to hover over each material. Pen, paper, metal, clay, ice, wood, even fire. Not a damned thing happened. When he'd looked at Heresy, all he'd seen was ... Heresy. That was it. Not a graceful valkyrie nor a phoenix reborn nor the Greek goddess Artemis. It was a huge embarrassment and let down. Worse than not being able to get it up with a gorgeous girl. Which had never ever happened, but he would have preferred that to what had happened with Heresy. That incident had been entirely Levant's fault, he knew. He'd blame himself. Then something odd happened. Whenever he'd seen Hershey's face, he'd get a little more irritated each time. Those sympathetic gray eyes were a constant reminder of his failure. The irritation soon grew to dislike and dislike grew to whatever he had now. No, not hate. Resentment maybe. To this very day, he still couldn't seem to place Heresy's soul. If that hovering devil even had one. The past ten minutes made him want to go back to those bloody missions. They seemed easier after all of these small but harrowing events. At least he didn't have to feel so much.
M. Z. Geroux (( Lyrics Translation: ima to wa chigau mirai ga atte mo ( Even if the future is different from now )
sakebi tzuzukete ( I keep on shouting )
Me wo tojireba, chiisana itami sae itoshikute ( If I close my eyes even a little pain would be a nice ) ))
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 4:41 am
(( It can never be too long, dearling. that's what she said ))
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 5:35 pm
I will not bow, I will not break.
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(( SOOOO did everyone have an awesome Halloween? I spent mine at an anime convention in Houston, which was pretty sweet. ))
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I am not proud, cold-blooded, fake.
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 7:22 pm
[( Ooh Jealous. Mine was rather boring. I dressed up as Roxas and ran around for a little while and then came home and watched Rocky Horror picture show with a few friends of mine. )]
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 6:02 am
I will not bow, I will not break.
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(( Rocky! <3 My friend and I went and saw that at midnight on Halloween night. I'm always surprised at the amount of scantily clad people that attend those midnight showings. ))
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I am not proud, cold-blooded, fake.
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 9:57 am
((( i almost got to be one of those people once! but then all the older kids ditched me and i was left at home....)))
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 2:43 pm
[( My momma was one of those scandally clad individuals once. SO she doesn't really care if I dress for the occasion xD. I love Rocky Horror. )]
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 3:04 pm
Break away from everybody, break away from everything.-= (( I can't bring myself to dress scantily. xD I feel self-conscious. I think the closest I got was taking like, ONE shirtless picture of myself. I tried to walk around shirtless, but I couldn't do it. )) =- If you can't stand the way this place is, take yourself to higher places.
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 6:05 pm
[( I don't do it often, but when I am doing it for theater its not so bad. ^^ )]
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 5:45 pm
((( oh there's no way i could do it now. ah, the freedom of the young )))
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