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 Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 5:23 pm
Title: Sometimes
Genre: Modern Fantasy, potential romance.
Brief rules:
- I get the band. o: (that makes three characters). Anyone joining me is welcome to have as many characters as they like. I might add on to mine anyway.
- PM me before you post ANYTHING. I want to make sure the person I'm roleplaying with is quality. [Sorry, but I have intense pet peeves and issues.] PM me with a roleplay sample or your plans for a return post.
- I'd prefer to keep it to just one or two people, so if I say you can't join after I have a couple, it doesn't mean I don't like you. D: I'm sure we can start something together elsewhere!
The Post
Blacklights illuminated the outer fringes of a dark but active club, making the neon colors of random punks' hair even brighter and reminding one smooth talker at the bar that the mustard stain hadn't completely come out. It was a typically busy night, the usual crowd, the whacko dancers, the ones who actually came to see the live band milling about near the stage... There were more of the last type this time around, which was unusual; the place rarely had bands anyone had heard of, but tonight was a group that had gained quite a wide and thick spread of local popularity.
The band wasn't due on for a half hour, though, so one of the members was mingling with the crowd, sipping delicately at a sparkling cider. He was the epitome of womanly beauty; at five-foot-ten, he had a delicately slender body with feminine curves and a girlish face to match. Platinum-blond hair hung in a thick braid to his ankles, swaying as he walked. The only thing that stood out as 'masculine' was his boyishly pointed nose... and, even less noticeable due to his wardrobe, his completely flat chest. Freckles lined his high-boned cheeks, disguised lightly by a smattering of pale blush. Dark crimson lipstick made his thin lips have just a little more volume. His brilliant ice-colored eyes bore mascara, black eyeliner, and blue shadow a little darker than his irises.
He meandered smoothly to a corner, knee-length black skirt swishing around his gorgeous legs casually. The skirt was somewhat lacy and had plenty of shape to it; the way it fell was anything but simple. It went well with his top, which was a dark blue body-hugging shirt with long sleeves and black lace along the hems. That fit him like a second skin, showing off his skinny body with no exaggeration whatsoever. Strappy two-inch heels adorned his pedicured feet, and his perfectly manicured nails were a lovely silver for this particular evening. He was an irresistible force, a sort of guy-magnet, so he found himself followed by a group of fanboys as he tried to relax before the show.
"Wish Nyx would come out and scare them off," he muttered to himself, voice effeminate and decorated with a thick Scottish accent. Even after living in the U.S. for six years, his accent hadn't shifted in the slightest. His bandmates barely understood what he was saying at times, and this hadn't changed since he met them.
He wandered to a somewhat dark corner, leaning against the wall with his cider in hand. Surveying the crowd, he futilely tried to look for a familiar face, for anyone he could actually talk to, but all he spotted were his bandmates bickering near the bar. A great sigh escaped his chest and he slowly drained his drink, feeling uncomfortably lonely.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 1:33 pm
((Here I am! You can love me now. XD))
Rea, her face flaring in color by the minute, slammed down her glass. "Gimmie a'nuther." Her voice slurred that of a lower tenor. Dropping her pale face and overly short brown hair on the table, her hand still clutched around the beer glass, it was pretty obvious that she was ready to stop drinking. But did that stop the bartender? Noooo. He filled her glass up again, and she drained it.
Rea didn't exactly scream beauty queen. She wore clothes handed down from her brothers, ending with her in baggy cargo pants with cameo print, a tight black tank top pulling back whatever chest she happened to have, and Gear sandals. Her thick muscles said 'male', her clothes said 'male', her voice said 'male', and you should know what her head was saying. At 6'2", no one would believe she was a girl.
So, she stopped trying.
As Rea fingered the earrings on her left upper ear(and no where else), two squeeling girls walked up to her and asked for a dance. Without thinking about it, she let the words "I ain't gonna dance witha girlie." escape her mouth. The two women obviously got pissed at this, and stormed off. It was annoying that she had to put up with people of her gender wanting her to feel them up or something. Seriously, what was their problem? Did they not understand that it was rape?
Apparently not.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 11:39 pm
Nathan was about ready to give up completely when he spotted a startlingly familiar form at the bar. The figure must have been five or six seats from the bickering twins, so he didn't know why he didn't see before...
"There's no way..." he murmured to himself, drumming his silver-nailed fingers over his arm. "But... who else would it be?" And what would it hurt to go see?
With some degree of caution, the transvestite strode to the bar, becoming more and more confident that who he saw was, in fact, his old friend Rea... There was no mistaking that figure, as seeing a woman shaped like that certainly wasn't your everyday occurrence, and he'd grown skilled at spotting difficult-to-be-sure genders from his own experience as a transvestite anyhow. So who could it be but Rea?
He took the seat next to her, pulling the freshly filled glass away from her.
"Hey, lover," he greeted playfully, though it had been an uncomfortable amount of years since they'd seen each other. At least if he opened warmly like that, it might not degenerate into 'oh, so how've you been? oh, I don't actually care'. He also worried she might not recognize him; he was a lot more into the feminine look than he used to be... he didn't wear so much makeup before, and used to stick to skirts, not entirely female outfits. And his hair was a flipping mile long, too... Anxiety started to grip at him a little, but he kept smiling, trying to move past it.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 7:25 pm
"Hmm?" Rea stared at Nathan. "Ah, sh'you. I think. Eith'a that or th' drinks have more alcohol then I thought. Nathan?" A girl from the back somewhere started laughing. It didn't take long to realize that she obviously thought the reason she had been turned down was because Rea had a girlfriend.
It was annoying.
First of all, how could anyone be deceived by the way Nathan? Sure, she had met a lot of transvestites and they hadn't, but still. They must be oblivious.
OK, OK. So maybe Rea was judging a little too harshly. But still, they deserved it. Honestly, they were perverts, and an insult to men. Er, women. Her head was still spinning a tad too much to tell the difference.
And, in a similar way to how she had done several years before to tease her old best friend, she stroked his cheekbone and pulled forward as if she was going to kiss him.
Suck on that, ladies.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 8:28 pm
The blond grinned and nodded. "It's me. But you're done drinking." He sipped carefully at his friend's beer, frowning a bit at the unpleasantness of it.
"Mm... Missed you," he murmured, finishing the kiss lightly. Ah, how true it was; Rea had often been on his mind since their parting, but he hadn't dared to hope they'd actually see each other again... That might just lead him to heartbreak.
"So how've you been, Rea? Anything I should catch up on?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 7:24 pm
Rea wasn't sure if she should be concerned that Nat had actually gone through with the kiss, but was able to hurriedly brush it off. He was a singer now, right?
"Ah, n'thin' important." Rea waved her hand in a fan like manner. "M' parents disowned me, I'm gettin' plenty o' money but still live in an apartment, and gr'ls come up ta me thinkin' I'm a guy, an' a pretty one at tha'. But nothin' too big."
This was a joke Rea remembered from when they were nineteen. They would talk about extreme things, but act like it was nothing. Only the fact that her parents disowned her was really bad, but still, she could shrug it off like nothing.
"an' you? Other th'n growin' you're hair an' becomin' a singer, I mean."
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 8:41 pm
"Heh... Dad still calls every ten minutes to make sure I'm doing okay. I keep telling him I don't have a very good phone plan as far as international calls go, but he continues to be a twit." The musician laughed and sipped at the beer despite already knowing how unpleasant it was. He pushed it away daintily and prodded idly at the tip of Rea's nose.
"Been hospitalized a couple times, that's a lot of fun. Mostly my bandmates overreacting though. Such bloody weirdos, they are. Honestly." Another melodic laugh flowed from his lungs. "I've got an apartment a few towns away, but we're staying at the hotel two blocks down. Well, that way." He gestured vaguely in the general direction of his hotel. "There's a million hotels around here, aren't there? Yeesh. And two taxis for the whole city. Bloody brilliant."
Nathan waved his fingers rhythmically, tiny rushes of air weaving between them playfully. "Run into any unpleasant nuts lately? You know..." -he paused to put on a slow, lecturing-professor voice- "the Brazil nut is actually a seed... disguised as a nut... Isn't that just so incredible?" With a light chuckle, he resumed speaking normally.
"It's almost time for me to go play... You're gonna watch, right?" A bright smile tugged at his lips. "Our bassist describes us as 'musicians on our albums, but artists when we perform'. We usually use recordings of the background and sing along with some kind of dance or elaborate something. We'll have a really fun finale tonight, I think..." He put his hand over Rea's, squeezing it gently. "I hope you like it."
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 6:16 pm
"That's your dad fer yah." Rea grinned, then was prodded in the nose. "Bleh."
"Ah yes. Hea'th probl'ms. How c'n I keep forgettin' th' one time where yah fainted in th' mid'dle of sec'nd period?" Rea loved to poke fun at Nathan for that one. It had been at perfect comical timing, too! She had been telling him about how boring the lecture was and how someone could definitely pass out, and then he did. "Unpleasant nuts? Yah betcha. Mostly gel's askin' me out. Jeez, ya'd think th'd ha'e seen ah least ONE transvest'te in their tah be short life, but nah."
"Of course I'm gonna watch." Rea wanted to take yet another swig of the ever bitter beer, but she had been told only minutes before to lay off it. "Yah realize that I design'd most CG ah'fects? If yeh' usin' any, th' chances are th're mine." Rea stroked Nathan's hand gently. He could calm her down, and she him.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 5:31 pm
Nathan laughed uncomfortably. "Mmhmm... Well, honestly it's gotten worse," he said quietly, biting his lip. "But... I manage." His true smile returned as Rea complained about girls asking her out.
"Ahaha, I've gathered a number of fanboys. Sadly, none of them would like me if they knew I was really a boy..." He sighed sadly, fanning himself as mock tears came to his eyes.
"I like you just as much, Princess," a low, rich voice said from behind the blond. Chalk-white hands brushed a few stray hairs back from the transvestite's neck as a fresh-from-bed mess of black hair bent to assault the sensitive skin of Nathan's throat with kisses. "You never have to worry about that." The new arrival looked up at Rea with a wolfish grin, startlingly attractive face even sexier with the sheer lust in his crimson eyes.
"Hello, there, sexy," he greeted, smirking. "Friend of the Princess, I'm assuming~?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 6:29 pm
"Fwah." Rea sighed. "Tha's teh expect."
"But, wouln't it b' easieh jes' not t' have people thinkin' yer female?" Rea set her head down on the counter.
What happened next was fairly surprising. A man who, to Rea's swinging vision, seemed more wolf then human, came up behind Nathan and started eating him from the neck.
Er.
Rea tried not to act incredibly creeped out by the man calling Nathan 'Princess' and her 'sexy'. They were different genders. So, was the man bi? Rea couldn't really tell, and she didn't really want to ask. So she nodded vaugely and avoided asking 'Princess? You mean prince? How is it that people do not understand transvestites?' She just stared blankly into space, waiting for an answer.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 1:39 am
Nathan laughed softly at the expression on Rea's face. "Ahaha, Rea, this is my own personal leech, Alan. He's in the band."
The snow-skinned male smirked and offered a handshake. "A pleasure to meet any friend of the Princess," he said smoothly. "And I don't just belong to him; you can have me, too, if you like." His eyebrows lifted suggestively as the smirk broadened.
"Oh for pity's sake, Alan, stop flirting with her. I don't have that many friends, the least you can do is spare them from being your damn prey." The transvestite reached up and lightly smacked the black-haired man's cheek, though his head was still resting on the blond's shoulder. "Be nice."
"Fine... I can still kiss you, though, right? You taste delicious." Alan returned to molesting Nathan's neck tissues, his hands moving smoothly down to caress the skirt-clad hips gingerly.
"Ugh, I suppose... If you really must..." He put on a show of protesting, but it was obvious he didn't mind the attention. One slender hand tangled semi-sensually (they were in public, after all) in his bandmate's rough dark hair.
"Thank you, Your Majesty," the crimson-eyed musician murmured between kisses. "I'm honored to have such a privilege..."
"Yeah, yeah, just keep kissing. It's not often I get this kind of attention without some kind of strange motive on your part." He paused for a moment before blinking back at Rea. "Oh, right! Where were we?" His bright blue eyes shut for a moment, as if he was trying to rewind, though he still had his 'leech' stuck on his neck.
"Oh. Right, people not thinking I'm female. Well..." He paused, glancing at his leech. "This guy and his brother decided it would be fun, since I was already a transvestite, to make it completely convincing. It kind of stuck, and it's not like I don't enjoy it." He smiled almost dreamily, still affected by the pleasant sensations running along his neck and jawline, and the new addition of Alan's ice-cold hands teasing up and down his sides. "Just wish some of the gay guys were hotter, cause it seems all my best-looking fanboys end up straight..."
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 9:01 am
"Hm. He reminds me of my boss. Tells me to wear guy clothes. And I'm considered 'one of the guys'. Trust me, NO sexy lesbo's or bi's in my entire building. At least I'm not one of a kind, though." Rea's drunken slur was pretty much gone after a bit.
"Well, that's to happen. They think you're a girl. So, naturally, if they're fanboys, they're probably straight. I heard from someone-I don't remember who-that blonds naturally look girly if they have long hair. I don't know how much I believe that, but it might be true. Y'know. Whatever." She shrugged. She wasn't really interested into getting herself into another romance. The last one ended in 3 weeks of tears and alcohol.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 1:49 pm
"Well that sounds like fun." Nathan rolled his eyes. "You could avoid getting hit on by straight girls if you wore girl clothes in public, at least. I can't dress like a boy cause then the fans would find out..." He laughed and tilted his head, opening up more space for his leech to kiss on his neck.
Alan laughed softly, cold breath washing over the Princess's skin and making him shiver. "Hey now... That's not nice," the blond insisted, but without much conviction. He smiled distractedly at Rea, tilting his head.
"That's probably true, blond is better on girls anyway." He laughed and his expression warmed further. "But... every girl has to have gay fanboys, really. I just need them to be attractive. And show up."
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 1:48 pm
"Yes, but girl clothes are super uncomfortable. Still, I guess it's all a matter of taste. Also, no one in my company knows I'm female except my higher ups and friends. And that's not a lot of people combined." Rea sighed and leaned back on the bar counter.
"The fact that my boss has me work my a** off practically 8/25 means that getting to go to a bar is a relief. I'm on break this week, but next week I have to go overtime to make up for it. If I didn't love my job so much, I'd hate it." Rea sighed, then opened her eyes and looked at her friend. "So? What about you? Wanna kill your job and dance on it's grave, or party with it until the cows come home and call the cops?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 11:06 am
Nathan seemed very motherly as he cupped his hand around Rea's cheek and frowned worriedly. "You poor dear," he murmured, tilting his head. "You sound like you need a real vacation. You should come on tour with the band for a little bit, so we can catch up and you can relax. Plus, you'll get to stare at this eye candy." He gestured to Alan, who grinned at her charmingly and flashed a glimmer of lust through his scarlet eyes. The blond frowned as his leech proceeded to pull away and stop the showering of affection. "Hey..."
"Mm... Sorry, Princess, I should go help Nyx set up... He can't exactly do it on his own." The black-haired male grinned sexily still. "But I'll make it up to you later, I promise~" He kissed the transvestite's neck once more, then strolled off, hooking his arm around the waist of a random stranger and charming her into coming along.
"Bloody hell... I can't get him to stop sleeping with every fan that has a pulse..." the blond mumbled as he watched Alan leave. "Ah, well. I love my job, even if I'm broke. The twins take good care of me, they were rich from the start, so... We get great hotels, great gigs from Alan's great connections... We're pretty lucky. And now we have two albums out."
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