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 Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 9:26 pm
Fortayu nodded when Alan began to suggest that he move Nyx to the hotel, but stopped and couldn't help but stare in shock as he began making out with a random person.
"uh." He brilliantly choked out a syllable or two of disbelief, running his hand through his hair and tugging on the white-silver locks as he watched them in confusion. After a moment more, he closed his bright silvery eyes and took a deep breath.
Without bothering to look at the pair, he cleared his throat softly. "Um. What hotel, exactly...? If I'm getting him out of here, I'd rather know..." He leaned back, scooting out from under the table a bit and pulling his leech with him. He looked around, noting that some of the people around them had left and a few others had stopped staring, and determined that he could probably move the scared man with minor incident.
As he looked around he caught sight of the emerald green jacket that he had abandoned earlier and immediately felt very... exposed. He almost always had a jacket, and simply being in his black t-shirt and expensive pants made him very uncomfortable, as well as a little regretful. He decided to try and grab it on his way out, noting how much of a waste it would be if he just left it there.
Glancing at the other pair, he hoped they were done exchanging saliva, or at least would pause long enough to let him get out of there with Nyx.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 11:15 pm
[Nyx and Alan Altair]
Alan gladly resumed his sloppy snog with the random fan. One arm was snaked around her waist, the other hand tangling itself firmly in her hair. His lips pressed roughly against hers before his tongue forced her mouth open to deepen the kiss.
In the meantime, Nyx shuddered lightly, making sure his face was buried in the crook of Fortayu's neck. As he tried to ask what hotel it was, the skeletal Kaltec nodded against his skin, nuzzling him slightly.
"The Roosevelt," he told him quietly. "now let them have their fun... something tells me they won't be done for a while. Alan needs to satisfy his fans..." He seemed to be a lot better, mostly recovered now that his medications had time to kick in.
"I'm really sorry about how I've been," he said softly, sighing against the silver-haired man's skin. "Let's get out of here, and I'll think of a way to make it up to you..."
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 11:28 pm
He shivered a little as Nyx's breath ghosted across his skin, then nodded.
"It'll be fine... Come on. Let's go." Fortayu slid out from under the table, holding his hand out to help Nyx up as well. Assuming the black-haired man would follow, he glanced at the pair that were still kissing as he walked by, instantly regretting it. He was moderately uncomfortable with the scene, though he'd done his fair share of snogging various people. He was usually required to either bring a date or find one at parties he attended, and thus gained his uncanny ability to woo most any female he wanted to.
Perfectly charming, a sexy accent, well-groomed. He was the perfect one-night stand. He loathed it. Outside of his act for the nobility, he disliked displays of affection, and so he quickly looked away from them and instead went to get his coat and lead Nyx out to his car.
He admired the vehicle for a moment, still adoring how beautiful it was. Not quite as drool-worthy as his 'special occasion' car, but still gorgeous. He pulled the passenger door open on the Mercedes and gestured for his companion to take a seat.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 7:28 am
She eagerly let her lips slide open; the deeper the kiss, the better. In a couple of desperate gasps for breath, Elizabeth attempted to form a sentence. "I'm sorry-....you were sorta-...in the middle-...of something-...-are you sure-...that I'm not-...bothering you?" It was kind of a dumb question, considering she was making out with an extremely sexy man, and she's busy wondering whether or not he was bothered by such things.
She had never really rehearsed what would happen if she were to actually encounter Alan, let alone what she would say or do. Her mind was racing, grazing over self-conscious thoughts like, What if I'm not good enough? or I hope I'm a good enough kisser for him, I mean, God knows how many mouths he's encountered.
At the thought of Alan kissing other girls, and even perhaps, other men, she refused to let her other thoughts get to her. She added strength into the kiss, as if fueled by the passion that clearly wasn't there. Her last fleeting thought before completely focusing on the kiss was related to the other people Alan had snogged with.
I really hope he doesn't have herpes...Oh well, too late now.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 8:29 pm
[Nyx D. Altair]
The skeletal Kaltec gratefully took Fortayu's hand as it was offered, and held it as long as he could as they left the club. His gaze lingered on Alan with a flare of his earlier jealousy rising. Though he didn't really want to snog random women in the middle of bars, he did want at least a portion of the attention so generously heaped upon his twin...
Shaking his head slowly, he turned his attention back to the silver-haired stranger who had so selflessly aided him through his breakdown. "I owe you a lot..." he said softly, half-expecting him not to hear or notice. Slipping into the passenger seat with a thankful nod and smile toward Fortayu, he settled in, buckled his seatbelt, and leaned back against the seat as a wave of exhaustion washed over him again.
[Alan K. Altair]
Alan couldn't help but chuckle into their ongoing kiss as his nameless fan asked her question. It was a silly one, certainly not one he'd ever been asked before. And it almost annoyed him; however, he was enjoying the feel of her lips a bit too much for it to be a problem.
"Don't- ...worry about- ...it, hon," he told her between breaths before breaking off their kiss to n** gently at her lower lip. He was panting, a trick that always made his 'victims' think everything was a bit more passionate than he actually felt. His ice-cold lips traveled down her neck, pearly teeth nibbling at her sensitive skin fiercely between kisses.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 2:07 am
The silver-haired man shrugged and walked around the car, sliding into the driver's seat and buckling up before starting it up.
"It's not really that big a deal." He drove to the hotel quietly, not bothering to switch on the radio, sitting in the car for a moment when they arrived. He didn't have much to say about what had happened in the bar; he was still annoyed that he was automatically called a prissy stuck-up rich boy, though he couldn't bring himself to feel really angry at the white-skinned male.
"So... where's your room?" He undid his seatbelt and stretched, opening the door but not getting out, instead turning to watch the person next to him.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 9:16 am
[Nathan A. Wilson]
The Scot found it difficult to take in the drummer's words. They were far more cynical, more... dark than he expected. Then again, so was his question. He began to regret asking.
It was a conscious effort not to cry. He didn't understand quite where the tears were coming from; he couldn't really be that upset over what Helena was saying... but he was, and he turned toward her with a mist in his eyes.
"You really think that?" he asked softly, placing his hand over hers. His fingers graced the razor, and it pricked their tips with its harsh edge. Shaking his head slowly, he took it from her reach and tossed it aside, then turned to face her.
"Poe?" he inquired, tilting his head. "You're quoting Poe now? Because this could become a quote war and I could try to think of a Hemingway or something. I read a lot, Helena, I could out-quote you any day." In an attempt to lighten the mood, he gave her a wink, then leaned forward, meaning to kiss her cheek...
But his aim didn't quite guide him as it should have. His lips settled softly on hers, a kind, warm kiss. As he pulled away, a pink tinge flooded his pale cheeks and he smiled a bit shyly at her, casting his glance downward for a moment before looking back up at her and trying to maintain eye contact.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 1:50 pm
Mood swings had hit her once more like a tone of bricks. It was pretty common that she would become a little more happier after feeling empty or saying something that had caused pain or frustration.
"I wouldn't be saying that if I did not believe that, now would I?" this time she spoke with more bounce in her vocals, and a small smile on her face. Although her eyes had returned to their normal look, they did follow the razor as it was tossed to the side.
"I love Poe. His work is amazing. Well, I love a lot of poetry, but I am not that big on quotes. I only know a few that I learned while wearing stripes you could say." There was a small chuckle after her words but it had been stopped by the touch of his lips to hers.
Her laughter had stopped along with the smile on her face and the glow in her eyes. It was like she was petrified. Helena was shocked slightly, but she could not stop the blush that creped up on her cheeks. There was a warmth that crawled up her spine and through her body. Her voice had escaped her. In that small amount of time, all she could do was lean over and rest her head on his shoulder. If you looked close enough to that red face, you could see a small smile as she placed her head on his warm shoulder.
"Thanks for coming outside." She spoke with a quiet touch, almost a whisper with a gentle touch.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 7:42 pm
Isabella was soaking in her classical pedistal bathtub when her cell phone began to ring. “Hello?” She inquired after picking up from the small stand it sat upon next to the bathtub. After a minutes pause, allowing the person on the other end to reply, Isabella answered. “No, sorry. I can’t today. I have soemthing important to do and its gonna take up the entire night. If your up for it tomorrow, we can give it a go. I’m not sure if we’ll be able to get that many people to come though.”
There was another pause as the person on the other end began speaking again. “If we could make it an early evening or an a.m. thing that should be fine. Alright! See you then.” Isabella hung up her cell phone and placed it back in its original place.
She had been in the tub for a while, so Isabella got out and began drying herself. After changing into her undergarments, she began the long process of preparing for the concert.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 6:26 am
"Ouch..." Lu whined slightly as she pulled a newly acquired sliver from her finger. It'd come from the door frame of the coffee shop she'd just come out of, and since it was just her luck, it was nice and deep. She sucked on her damaged finger, holding a hazelnut coffee in her free hand. Standing in the middle of the sidewalk like she was, the situation was made worse with the ringing of her cellphone, the Kingdom Hearts theme song "Hikari" was coming from her messenger bag, and she was rushed to try to pick it up, in effect spilling a bit of her drink on the ground and ending up just sitting on the ground to rummage through her neverending bag.
When she finally did pick it up, it was just in time- she'd set her phone to ring for a long, long time, due to her inabilities to answer quickly.
"Hi, mum..." She sucked on her finger again.
"I did my laundry... Yeah... No... Yeah..." She sighed into the phone.
"Busy... Yes, that band... I do NOT have a transvestite fetish!... I'd like them just as much even if they didn't have pretty members... Uh-huh... You know you look at my photos... Admit it they're pretty... Yeah, right..."
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 8:02 am
[Nyx D. Altair]
"You're sure? I mean... I kind of... forced you under a dirty table and attracted all sorts of stares and I'm sure that's not the kind of situation you enjoy being in..." Toward the end of his long sentence, Nyx's voice grew smaller, weaker. Biting his lip, he turned to look at Fortayu with a light frown.
"I'm sorry I judged you so quickly... You're really... a good guy, I shouldn't have been so quick to insult you..." He looked down and shut his eyes as an ashamed blush tinted his pale cheeks dark raspberry-red.
"My room? erm... third floor..." He blinked silently for a moment before unbuckling and opening his door as well. "Let's, um... go..." he stuttered shyly.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 3:28 pm
"I'm sorry," Elizabeth apologized right off the bat, as if saying sorry for the small diatribe that was ensured to follow. "It's just, I seem to do that a lot. Bother people, I mean." She turned her head slightly, giving more of her slender neck to Alan as well as attempting to see what had happened behind her. She saw that the others were gone, and Alan was all hers.
"I just hate to be a burden, is all. That's pretty much my only talent." She turned to face Alan once more. "I should probably stop talking, shouldn't I?" Elizabeth muttered, her pale cheeks turning a bright crimson. She winced, her eyes squinting, as if she were preparing herself to be stricken.
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As if on some sort of awful cue, the moment Andrew began to let his lips fall open, he felt a very disruptive, annoying vibration emit from his pocket. He sighed annoyance into the kiss, before wavering for a moment. At the second pulse of movement coming from the cell phone, he reluctantly pulled himself off of David. He glared, yanking the absurd device from his pants, his head spinning with rage. He flipped the phone open to examine the caller ID.
His eyes widened in greater annoyance upon reading the words on the small screen before he slammed the clam-shell phone shut. Asking nobody in particular, he muttered angrily, "Why, why must she feel the need to stick her nose into everything I do?" Andrew stepped forward closer to the curb, his back to David. Sighing, now in exhasperation, he sat down on the wet curb. He opened the phone once again upon another vibrating message. He had a voice mail.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 4:16 pm
"Yeah. It's fine..." He shrugged and got out of the car, nodding at Nyx before shutting his door. He walked around to his passenger's side to offer Nyx a hand out.
"People make mistakes. As long as you're willing to change your views we'll be alright." Allowing Nyx time to get out of the car and make sure the medicine was helping, Fortayu turned towards the hotel and went inside, starting towards the third floor. He made sure to keep an eye on the Kaltec that was with him, just in case he was still having problems with all the people around them.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 10:44 pm
A young man with bright orange hair stepped out of a music store, pulling on his plain canvas jacket over his light green-and-white checked shirt. Glancing around, he slipped into the alley beside the store and pulled off his hat, revealing his small, silky orange kitty ears. Smiling, he walked down the alley to head home.
A small orange cat with lighter orange markings emerged onto the street, gazing around with the same bright green eyes as the boy he had appeared as before. He trotted down the street, fairly certain that nobody would pay any attention to him. His path took him past the Roosevelt, where he saw something he never expected. Nyx Altair, the one people pay the least attention to, pulling up in a shiny black car with none other than Fortayu Athan.
He couldn't help it; when confronted with two famous people what do you want to do? Either run and hide for fear of embarassing yourself or follow and say hello. Zip decided to do a combination of the two; he would stay in his cat form but satisfy his curiosity and follow the pair. He slipped in after Fortayu when he went into the building, staying a good distance away to avoid detection but still keep an eye on the silver-haired man.
For the first time in a week or so, he was glad that he had nothing to do once he got off work. He wouldn't be missed for an hour or so.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 10:57 pm
[Nathan A. Wilson]
Nathan's shy blush faded as he watched Helena carefully. His ice-blue eyes caught the light smile that brightened her blushing face.
"It's no problem, Helena," he stated quietly, one hand stroking her hair gently. He was perfectly content to stay there with the drummer for as long as the world would let them...
But a bright, tinny chirp squawked from his pocket. His phone was ringing in the most obnoxious way possible. So he knew exactly who it was.
"Ugh. I have to take this... and alleys don't get good reception. I'll be back..." Slowly standing, he walked away with his hips swaying ever-so-tauntingly and answered his phone, the last sound audible before he left earshot being "What d'you want, Dad?"
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