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 Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 12:22 pm
[T-Day 2009] The Treachu Day Palace (Boy's Quarters) Eiyah has divided her palace in half to create comfortable sections for the boys and girls of Ria High School. The boys section is adorned in darker tones but, like the girls' section, it contains lots of pillows and snacks! Bedrooms consist of one or two people depending on the size of the bed. Check out the the Treachu Profile for more information!
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 11:12 pm
The rooms came in pairs of two, but they said it depended on the size of the bed. Ginseku and Austin were comfortable with each other, but contact when it was unecessary? Not Gin's thing or Austin's. They weren't going to share a bed.
"I'm gonna go take a sponge bath, since that's all they seem to have here." Why would the have anything else? All Treachus would need are polished rocks to help them shed dead scales, not baths to constantly clean their skin. Ginseku opted out of finding the bath-house, and decided to check into a room of his own.
Upon laying down, he immediately fell asleep, being rather exhausted from the trip. He would find his dinner later.
Austin returned after cleaning his robes and body, and found that Ginseku had already picked a room. He decided to go into the room next to his, and hung his wet robe over one of the chairs. He slipped on a pair of pajama pants, and crawled into one massive pile of pillows, assuming his own comfortable position before passing out.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 1:05 pm
Austin crawled out from beneath the pillows slowly, into blank couch-space. He sat up and yawned, stretching his arms up and in front of himself, cracking his fingers audibly. When he'd mustered the strength to get up and go change, he stood up slowly, almost having forgotten that the tags he was wearing earlier had been washed off by his accidental dip in the lake, and that the high gravity applied to him once again. He trudged slowly over to his suit-case, and rummaged through a couple of layers of clothing, to retrieve a fresh tag, which he set aside. He then grabbed a fresh set of underwear, jeans, and a black CHAOS boards(tm) T-shirt. He slipped them on quickly, and then grabbed his shoes, slipping them on quickly. He walked over to the chair his robe was draped over, and picked it up, sliding his arms into it coolly. He pulled it tight, and drew his belt around it, re-tying the Gi-style knot that he tied it with normally.
He fetched a Marlboro No.27 out of his pack, and sat back on a couch, enjoying the evening sun that was slipping into the room. He lit it, and took a quick drag, exhaling slowly.
He picked up the tag he'd laid out, and bit his thumb, balancing the cigarette on the other side of his mouth. He slowly drew a few symbols on the tag, and when he was finished, he pinched his thumb as hard as he could, and licked up what leaked out.
He ashed his cigarette, and took another drag, performing a few hand seals in between removing it from his mouth to exhale. He touched a finger to the freshly formed tag, and it became slightly stiff, like it had been iced over. He picked it up, and slipped it up beneath his shirt. He placed it on his chest, and he instantly felt much lighter.
He pinched the cherry from his cigarette into a nearby candle that had been put out as a light source, and stood up. He took a quick stride to the door, but seemed to have trouble slowing down upon reaching it. He bumped up against the frame and the wall awkwardly, and had to back up to open it.
'So..cautious strides.'
He made a mental note of it.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 9:32 am
All he could think was some how he had escaped the pit and was safe, or so he guessed. The bed gave it away, though his body ached with pain which he assumed was from the poisonous snake-beast, he could tell he was of a comfy mattress and was warm. Opening his eyes allowed Sawyer to face his next problem, everything was very blurry, it looked like a kid had finger painted the world. On that note he began rubbing his eyes, trying to set them back to normal circumstances and try to hear where he was. Guess that poison was a lot stronger then I gave it credit for... realizing that everything sounded muffled, like a dome had been placed on his head and was slowly being lifted. Forcing his body up on his two arms and blinking repetitively, his line of vision became clear and he realized where he wound up.
This is a room at the palace....
It was a lovely room, very elegant in every way possible. The base color of everything was a bright green, almost neon if the color were to lighten any further. The bed was huge, fit for a king being the best way to describe it and the mountains of pillows just made it all the more comfy. Admiring the luscious room, Sawyer pushed the pillows back and leaned back to sit up-right against the mass of comfort. He peered over at a small chair in the room and took note of his bag and another bag sitting right next to it. With a smile he continued to observe the room until it hit him. His head swung back quick enough to give a normal person whiplash. His eyes burned into the two bags.
"I only brought one bag..." he spoke softly as he continued to stare at the objects that puzzled his brain. His head then began turning around the whole room, if it could have done a 360 it probably would have. Upon further inspection, there was another persons clothes hanging off the side of the bed he wasn't sleeping on. "Those are not mine, I didn't wear pants or-" his sentence was cut short once he felt it, the soft cotton against his legs. He lifted the bed sheets and saw the truth, who ever had found him had changed him too. His torn and sandy clothes were no where to be seen as he sat in a pair of sweats and a new beater. "WHAT THE HELL!?" he shouted as his face turned lightly red with a blush.
"You we're a mess so I cleaned you up. You haven't changed one bit, I'm just letting you know, your so short fused and got that over dramatic thing down to a tee" came a huskier voice from the bathroom. Sawyer noticed the water had been running now, and in the middle of his fit of confusion, had been turned off. Eye's glued to the door, Sayer awaited whoever it was to come out, making a mental note that he knew the voice. The door pushed open slowly and from a large cloud of steam Talon exited the haze, towel wrapped snugly around his waist and a pack of smokes in hand.
His mahogany eye's set right onto Sayer's now dumb-founded face as a wicked grin appeared on the older male.
"Did ya miss me?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 9:10 pm
Talon continued to stare at Sawyer, with a smug grin as he changed clothes in front of him and began to casually walk around the room in a pair of black basketball-shorts and a red T-shirt. opening the pack of smokes, he placed one in his mouth and moved over to the near-by window. Sitting on the ledge of it, he held his thumb up to the end and lit the small stick of tobacco, taking in a few drags before blowing the harsh chemicals out the window. He enjoyed how this had all turned out, especially how Sawyer was in a catatonic state which made everything all the more amusing. Peering back over at the smaller boy though he began to worry; he had been sitting with his jaw hung open for the past ten minutes now.
Sawyer was lost in his own mind, he was not in the Palace anymore. Millions of tiny thoughts raced around his brain at the speed of racing cars on a track. He thought he was going to die, actually he was almost sure of it. No one was around, the beast had poisoned him and then it's partner was going to finish the job. And then of course, the one person he had been looking for, forever, happened to be the one to save his life. What did he say? Thanks seemed so off topic right now in his mind. There was so much he wanted to say to talon, so many things he wanted to know and do with him. But what if this all wasn't real! What if this was the poison, and he was slowly dying in the cavern alone and had never found him. Would he ever find Talon again if he we're to die for a 3rd time? What if he was thrown into the-
"Can you stop thinking already?" the familiar husky, yet comforting voice spoke into his ear causing Sawyer to flinch and jump a little. While being lost in his own thoughts he hadn't even noticed Talon was now sitting on the bed right next to him, inspecting him over with his eyes. "I found you okay? Your not dead, this is the real world baby. I killed the other snake-beast-ugly-whatever and gave you the anti-venom. I'm here and so are you so be happy already before you use your brain too much and hurt yourself" his words danced slowly into Sawyer's brain as the idea began to grow on him. It was really Talon, he was really alive, and they were really here. The smile that was long overdue finally began to form on the younger males lips as he looked up at Talon. The older male greeted him back with a similar smile.
"Hi"
"I missed you!" was the only thing that rang out of the blonde's mouth before he jumped into the taller man's lap. Wrapping his arms around the others neck, he remembered how wonderful it was to be around Talon. He was so warm and being with him made everything feel right and brought a security that no one else could. Looking up, he pressed his lips to the older males and shared a perfect kiss as he felt the demon's warm arms slide around his waist. There was no way he wanted this to end, not anytime soon at least. After eight-teen years of growing up and learning how to function as a mortal again, there was nothing more he wanted then to be back with him.
His stomach let out a low growl, breaking the perfect kiss as the older male began to laugh and broke his lips from Sawyer's. Of course was all he could think as Talon released the smaller male and pushed him upward onto his feet, laughing again as he watched the blonde lightly trip and tumble as he gained his balance. "Go take a shower, you smell" the demon joked as he watched the Sawyer shoot a glare at him before he grabbed his bag and strode to the door. At the door though, Sawyer stopped and shot around quickly with a scared yet powerful look upon his face.
"Don't even think abo-"
"I'm not leaving, now go get changed, I want food too"
And with that, the door closed behind Sawyer and the water of the bathroom began to run. Talon meanwhile put on his shoes and began to make the bed while waiting for his partner in crime.
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