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 Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 4:24 pm
(will replace with his cert pic when it's done xD) 
The place was silent save for the occasional soft pop of static electricity and the sounds of rhythmic breathing..and maybe the sounds of a few scurrying rodents or distant screams that were typical of the Asylum. Peaceful, perfect for relaxing and resting one's eyes. Which is what this Luxray was doing.
Once again, Narciso was sleeping on the stairs. Though some might think it unwise to fall asleep on the stairs, Nar didn't care about such things. The one problem he might admit to about sleeping in publicly accessible areas was that he was like a dead thing when he slept, completely unaware of everything around him. And that could be bad if someone snuck up on you, and indeed, it had gotten him into a small accident once before.
Obviously he hadn't learned his lesson from when he had been caught off guard and pushed down the stairs. Or maybe he hoped the perpetrator would show up again and this time he could teach them a lesson. Either way, he was sleeping on the stairs again. Not that he had much of a choice, it was here or the courtyard so far. He hadn't been given a room or a room mate. And in truth, he had no idea where the rooms for patients were even at! He really needed a map...
Narciso's slightly messy hair fell over his face as he slept, leaned back on the middle of the stairs. And he dreamed of what every Luxray dreams of... but who knows what that is!
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 5:01 pm
 Jezebel was very very happy. Okay. Maybe not Very Very. But she was happy. Why was she happy? Well the reason was because she had found a room and stripped it bare of it's screws, nuts, bolts, and other small things that typical scavengers overlooked. Most people looked in there and saw a room pawed through by at least a hundred people more. Jezebel looked into them and saw a wealth of items left behind. "Hmmmm. Hmmm Hmmm." She hummed under her breath as she spun a small wrench between her fingers like a cheerleader with a baton. With all the good stuff she was collecting, she knew she could put some rooms in tip top shape. Okay, maybe not tip top, but better shape then the rest of the place! "Just gotta find a mildew and mold scraper." She mused to herself as she opened the door to the stairs and started on down them. As she stepped down the stairs, something caused her to come up short in her descent. She had used a different stairwell earlier, so she had no idea how long the dark haired sleeper had been here. Her brown eyes looked over him and took note of the weird blue ears. He was one of the strange ones here. One of the monster things. A part of her said she should turn around and leave. Just go down the other stairs....but then again. If this beastie boy had been around a bit... Jezebel crept down the stairs a bit and reached out with her wrench to prod at the boys shoulder. If he turned out to be violent, she'd crack him over the skull was all. She knew how to handle herself! She wasn't any weak damsel in distress. She was Jezebel Key!
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 6:59 pm
Sleeping quite soundly, Narciso was completely unaware of the girl's approach, even as she started down the stairs. It was only when he felt a touch on his shoulder that he began to stir.
"Nnnm..." A lazy hand reached up to swat at the wrench as if it were a bug. "Andarsene, sto dormendo," his voice came as a rough mumble. Then suddenly he jolted awake, grabbing the wrench, ready to fight whoever was attached to it. The only thought in his mind, was that whoever had pushed him down the stairs before was back to try again.
"Vigliacco!" he growled as he pulled the wrench down toward him and spun around, to face his attacker. "Attaccare me nel mio sonno. Io ti amma-" He cut himself off mid threat as he finally caught sight of his 'attacker'.
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 7:12 pm
Well, it seemed the boy was alive, judging by the groaning sound he made. That meant nothing more then that however. Jezebell had begun to lean forwards a bit, so she could prod him again. He didn't look too dangerous...but looks clearly were deceiving in this instance. His hand snapped up to grab her wrench, and the weirdest words she had ever heard issued from his mouth. It sounded like..french...or some kind of spanish? Jez did not know as she only spoke and understood one language. "EEEP!"
Yeah. that was it. Squeak. She spoke squeak. Her brown eyes widened as the wrench was pulled downwards, with her hand still attached, and thus jerking her unsteadily downwards as well. Jezebell's balance shifted, and she tottered unsteadily on her feet. In order to keep herself from toppling down the stairs, she snapped her other hand out and down to the step above her. Grabbing it with a firm palmed smack, she swayed, but stabilized, while blinking with surprise into the weirdest orange eye she'd ever seen.
". . . Can I have my tool back?" She found herself mumbling uncertainly. Could he even understand her?
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 7:38 pm
Realizing he'd almost attacked a lady, he put his other hand out automatically to keep her from falling. Though it seemed his attempt was unnecessary, as she had caught herself and stopped from falling just fine. Still, he left his hand out, just in case. Luckily, he hadn't used electricity, for a metal wrench would have made a fine conductor.
As she looked up, his one eye met with bright brown ones, eyes that seemed a bit surprised, though not really frightened. "Ah, scusa... so sorry," he apologized in his Italian accent. He let the wrench go, only then realizing it wasn't really a weapon. "I thought," he waved his now free hand, "Someone was attacking." A slight smile spread across his features. "Are you alright?"
Only now was he able to get a good look at the girl. Light brown hair, bright brown eyes, a jacket that was unzipped partially to reveal... He was not checking her out. Definitely not. Or well, if he was, he was pretty good at hiding it.
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 8:39 pm
The good thing was that it seemed he was as surprised as she was. That actually went a long way to calming her racing heart. The term 'More afraid of you then you are of them' came to mind. Of course, her father was referring to the rats in the walls of the house they had been working on repairing before they ended up moving into it. Unlike most people, Jezebell had found that knowledge very comforting. Jeze shifted her position on the steps, the presence of the boys other hand, raised to steady her, was another sign she was aware of. See? He hadn't meant to throw her down the stairs, he clearly had been startled awake. Though he really should have expected it. Sleeping on the stairs was not a private place!
Jezebell half smiled when, thankfully, he spoke a apology in a language she could make sense of. Jezebell shifted back now that the wrench was back in her possession and she ran her thumb over the handle. "Attacking? Well...that's not surprising." She replied "Your not resting in a safe place at all. Why aren't you in a room? Or on a bed for that matter? It can't be comfy sleeping on the stairs, and you could have tripped someone up. What if someone stepped on your hand or hair?" She found herself questioning before realizing she had not answered his other question.
"Oh...uhm. yes." She replied as she looked down the stares. "I didn't fall, and you didn't twist my hand or anything when you grabbed my wrench. So there is no harm done. You really ought not to sleep on the sitars though!" She didn't mean to scold him, he was a stranger after all, but she had to do something or else she'd just end up staring at his ears. The urge to reach out and rub one between her fingers was so so so tempting!
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 9:06 pm
His eye stayed focused back to her face as she spoke and he let his hand lower, seeing that she was now definitely not going to fall. He listened to her voice as she spoke, understanding every word she said easily, though often he liked to pretend he didn't speak English very well. He'd learned that feigning incomprehension could come in handy sometimes…sometimes. He didn't need to fool this girl though, nor did he really feel the need to fool anyone here, but it had become a habit.
He found himself tilting his head to the side as she continued speaking; she was lecturing him? He tried to hold back the laughter that wanted to come out at this. This little girl, lecturing him. So he let himself laugh, the sound was a soft but deep chuckle.
"Donne.." he muttered in a humored voice, with a humorous smile to match his tone. "Alright, alright. I get it. Is not good to sleep on stairs." He laughed again, this time because he'd already found this out once before, and still hadn't learned his lesson. "I have no bed, I do not know where to find one. It is not so bad, though not the most comfortable." At this he quickly rotated his head sideways to pop his neck. "And if someone stepped on me? ..They'd be in for a surprise," he half mumbled the last bit, then laughed lightly. He thought he'd covered everything she'd just posed to him. She had seemed almost to be rambling, not quite that bad, but the girl sure had a lot to say.
He leaned in a little closer to her, extending his hand out to her. "I'm Narciso." He bowed slightly. "Do you make it a habit to lecture those you've just met, even before you know their name?" He smirked.
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 9:28 pm
Jezebell had to wonder just what language it was he spoke. He had a clear accent present in his words, so english couldn't be his natural language. Well duh! That should have been obvious, if it had been it would have been the language he spoke in when she'd woken him. Jeze's scolding continued internally for a few moments until the boy found his voice in laughter.
"Hmm. No. It is not." She echoed when he agreed with her small lecture. When he shared that he did not have a bed though...well that was rather sad. Everyone deserved a bed, a place to sleep. Where they could close their eyes and allow their minds to unwind after a long day of thinking. That was just... so so sad. So sad for the cute cuddly eared boy. "How can't it be anything but bad?" She finally asked. Jeze lifted her foot and lightly tapped the toe of her hightops on the step she stood. "It's so dirty and hard!" She half exclaimed. Jeze did hear his murmured comment, about being surprised. Well, he had quick reflexes. So she assumed that if he had not paused, he could have thrown her down the stairs. That would have been a really really unpleasant surprise indeed!
Jezebell could have allowed her thoughts to ramble on, as they seemed to often do. Instead though they came to a rather quick stop. She reached her hand out with the orange and white stripped fingerless glove to take the boy's own as he had the common sense to introduce himself. "Ah. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lecture you... Narciso?" She answered in return. He seemed rather polite huh? What a contradiction! To be so polite and to have such common sense in a social manner, but to be lacking common sense when it came to acceptable places to sleep? Her own lips curled upwards faintly in response to his smirk. he must have been teasing her right?
"My name is Jezebell. I'm sorry for poking you with my wrench. I just wanted to ask you a question..well..and see if you were dead. You've got a rather nice jacket thing there." No harm in being honest right? With a small laugh she pointed at his ears then. "And...your ears are different." Yes...don't say cute... she did not want him to think she was comparing him to like...a puppy.
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 10:03 pm
He shrugged slightly as he looked at the stairs he had just been sleeping on. Hard it was definitely, dirty though.. eh, it wasn't so bad. "I can pretty much sleep anywhere. Is not the worst place I've slept." He thought he should answer her question, though he wasn't quite sure if it was meant to be rhetorical, and thus didn't need an answer..ah well.
He examined her glove a moment, and then finally noticed the rest of her outfit. She didn't seem to mind that she wasn't wearing a whole lot. Perhaps she was warm blooded, and preferred summer attire. He supposed it possibly was summer time, though inside this place, one couldn't feel the weather. It was dank and dreary 24/7/365 it seemed.
"Is alright," he said with a smile in response to her apology. "It is nice to meet you Jezebel. And…" He brought her hand up to lightly press the back of it to his lips then released her. "I do not hold it against you," he finished, referring to her poking him with the wrench.
"Ah, grazie. I am quite fond of this jacket." He tugged at the end of his jacket, straightening it. "Hmm? My ears?" His smile widened. "To a human like you, perhaps. Or.. I assume you are normal human." He reached up to rub his ear, a small pop of static electricity hitting his finger as he did. "But for a Luxray, they are quite normal."
"Oh, and what was your question? Or did you already ask it?"
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 10:39 pm
What...was...that? Jezebell's eyes fell down to her hand where he had kissed it. No one did that anymore. Not since like..the eighteen hundreds. That was something you read about in stories too. But no one actually -did- that kinda thing.Not unless they were...oh yeah. Kay. The surprise melted off Jezebells face as a sort of enlightenment dawned. he was one of those Don Wands. Or whatever they called them. A guy that liked to be charming, and was most likely a 'playa'. Okay. She had things straight now. Jeze was caught up and on the same page.
Jezebel took her hand and placed it on her hip to better keep it occupied while she flipped her wrench about like a directors wand. "I am glad you won't hold it against me, that would have been kinda uncomfortable to me I think." Yeah, DonWands could be kinda mean right? She looked to the jacket and nodded her head a little bit. "Your jacket is stylish, though I guess it suits you much better then it would me." She looked down at her bare legs and feet before chuckling.
"A...human like me? Of course I'm human! Aren't you...like in part or something?" She had to ask him. When he touched his ear, she blinked at the sound of the small pop. Her eyes, which had been more or less returned to normal, quickly widened. "Hey hey now! Was that electricity? Do your ears collect like static electricity? Would they spark if I touched them? What's Luxray supposed to be?" Jezebell pulled her eyes down from his ears and forced herself to take a slow deep breath. Rambling girl rambled! Ugh! She needed to calm down. "My question. yeah yeah. Sorry. I haven't asked it yet. I mean, I know I've asked a lot, sorry about that." Her shoulders rose as she spread her hands in a apologetic gesture.
"I wanted to know if you have seen a girl named Mills around. She's like, dark haired and totally in charge. I'm trying to find her."
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 11:04 pm
This girl could talk. A lot. He supposed many girls liked to talk a lot, like that one Reverie girl. But Jezebel seemed possibly even more talkative. Though, honestly it didn't bother him as he liked to listen..well sometimes anyways. Females were almost always interesting, and this one was no exception.
Though he listened to all she said, when it came time for him to reply, he skipped to the part about him being partially human. "I suppose," he answered plainly with a shrug. "Mostly, I am Pokemon. Do you know what that is?" Another shrug before slipping his hands into his pockets. Truthfully, he wasn't totally sure how to explain what he was. A pokemon experiment gone wrong? Or maybe not gone wrong.. who knew. Or a new kind of evolution? He didn't even really know. The one thing he did know about his "transformation" into a human-like being, was that it had happened for a purpose. And having fulfilled that purpose much too efficiently, he was sentenced to spend the rest of his days in this lovely place.
His hand went to his ear again, in an attempt to get out the staticy-ness. A few more pops and he'd gotten rid of most the excess electricity from one ear. All he could do at first in response to her rambling was blink. Then, after working through each question she'd posed to him, he responded. "Eh, I suppose could say that. Would probably spark if you touched, si. Luxray is my… species you could say." Lots, and lots of questions. He wondered if she always asked this many questions, or if he was just really, really strange to her and deserving of many questions.
He shook his head, his dark hair falling into his eyes more. "Is fine, I think I can handle questions." He smiled then tilted his head. "Mills? Hmm.." He mentally ran through the list of women he'd encountered since he'd arrived here. "No, I have not. I would remember someone like that." He moved to lean against the banister, then finding it slightly unsteady, moved closer to Jeze to lean against the wall. "May I ask why you are looking for her?"
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 11:49 pm
Jezebell's brain slowed down. Thank goodness for that. Ah, she knew why too. It was those ears! She watched Nar working out the little build up of electricity and it just...looked so damn cute. They were like little mouse ears. Aw. Jeze did like mice. Cute little mice that ran on wheels and stuffed seeds into their cheeks until they bulged out... She wondered if Nar could do that? The image of this suave and charming type of guy stuffing his cheeks so full of seeds caused her to choke on a attempt of a laugh.
"Hunh? Poke man?" Was that a lewd joke? Jezebell gave it a moment of thought, then decided that no. A guy like him, trying to be all charming and such, wouldn't use crude humor. There had to be a actual creature called poke man. Kinda like those poor guys who had the last name Gaylord. Oh wait..Pokeman...Oh! Wasn't that like a game or something kids played?
"I think I kinda know...It's something familiar. Either way...you've got seriously cute ears." Whoops... Jeze placed her gloved hand over her lips and found herself giggling like some silly two year old that had just told mommy her butt looked big when she bent over. "I..won't touch them though. I've had more then my fair share of shocks already in life. Though..Luxray. Sounds kinda fishy you know. Like a manta-ray. Or a stingray. or a Blu-ray...wait...that last isn't a fish." Jeze stopped herself and wrinkled her nose. "Never mind. You said you didn't know of Mills right?" Jezebell puckered her lips and blew her bangs up out of her eyes in frustration.
"Mills is like...a friend I suppose." She answered with a flip of her gloved hand. "She doesn't belong in here at all. It was..well...a really really stupid dare. Mills is a really strong girl. Like Super girl strong, but without the powers. So it's more impressive. She doesn't back down from a challenge ever. So she came in here, but never came out. Now everyone is pretending they don't know what happened." Jezebell flipped her wrench up and smacked the head into her gloved palm with a scowl. "It's not right. Not at all. No one deserves to be just...forgotten like that. So I'm here. I'm not gunna let her get forgotten. I'm here to find her and make sure she get's out so she can kick all their butts for being idiots. Yeah."
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 12:15 am
Nar's head tilted slightly as she seemed to laugh and choke at the same time. He might have asked what had made her laugh, but it didn't matter soon because she was talking again. He didn't expect her to know what a Pokemon was, though he was sure some humans knew about them.
He blinked, and suddenly she was giggling. Had she just called him cute? No, his ears. He imagined she must think of him like humans did their pets.. cute and cuddly. Though honestly he wouldn't have minded her cuddling him. However, at being called cute, he wasn't too sure how to respond. But it didn't really matter how he responded now, he was too caught up in how cute she was when she giggled like that. Females were amazing creatures. So he simply answered her by saying, "Oh, grazie," with a laugh and an amused roll of his eyes. It would take a lot more than that for this giggling girl to offend him.
"Fishy? You think so?" He'd never thought of Luxray as sounding fishy, but she had a point..or he thought she had a point somewhere in there, though he wasn't too sure what it was. "Lux means light in Latin. And Ray…" he sort of trailed off there, not really wanting to explain where the ray part of it came from.
This Mills girl sounded important to Jezebel. He wished he'd seen this girl before so he could tell Jeze she was alright, but sadly.. he hadn't. "You suppose she's a friend?" he questioned with a small smirk. "Ah, is why you came here." He frowned slightly, his teeth grinding as he thought. "Have you found no one that has met her here?" He knew this place was big, he'd gotten lost so many times. But surely someone would have seen the girl. Unless those doctors had gotten her, but he didn't mention this. He didn't want to worry Jezebel more than she already seemed. "You care much for her.. to come here to find her. You are courageous."
He moved away from the wall, taking a few steps down the stairs. He now had to look up a little to meet her eyes. "And where were you headed, before I ....interrupted you?"
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 2:55 am
It was a little sobering to have the topic turn to Mills. It reminded her of why she was here in the asylum. Not because it was a creepy castle, and not because the place clearly needed some maintenance. No, the reason she was here was for Mills. Of course, she hadn't thought more beyond that. It hadn't occurred to her to wonder why Mills had not left the Asylum yet, though she probably should have. "Latin huh?" Well that was sort of..neat. It pulled Jezebells thoughts back to thinking about the curiousness of Narciso. She had to wonder once more, just what was he? He had to be part human. She wondered what it would have taken for her to have cute mouse ears too?
"Light... Well that seems like a odd kind of name. Your hair's so dark. But your eyes are really unique. They are kinda lightish I guess." Jezebell wanted to ponder more on the association of his name and his actual looks, but she supposed it was as fitting as pondering why Iceland was called that when it was really not all icy. Jezebell shook her head a little bit and refocused on what was the really important thing here. "Well, Mills is the sort of girl who doesn't need friends, not unless she wants one." Hmm. Maybe Narciso was right? Did she care about Mills? Well, maybe a bit. She wasn't too sure about that...still it was a nice thing for him to think about her. That she was courage was a nice thing too. Jezebell found herself grinning a little widely despite what she next admitted.
"Actually I have not talked to many people yet. I keep getting distracted. This place has so so many things wrong with it! If I had a notebook it would already be filled with notes about what needed to be done. It would take years to fix it all!" She exclaimed with a wave of her wrench. "I wish I had my toolbox, and some other equipment. Though mostly I wish I had some replacement parts for...for everything!"
Narciso began to descent the stairs, and after he turned to look back up at her, she followed him down. Where had she been heading? "Oh! I found a room with a lock I figured I could fix." She reached a hand down to her shorts and patted her pocket. "I collected some screws and such, but I managed to remove a piece of lock from another room. I think that if I replace it then the lock will work. Then I will at least have a safe place to sleep. You know...there are some empty rooms near mine." She pointed her hand down the stairs when she drew up even with Narciso. "You could probably use one right? Then we could be like neighbors or something!"
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 5:30 pm
He supposed that if one knew nothing about Luxrays, the name might not make much sense. From looking at them, one most likely wouldn't think 'light' or 'rays'. But the name seemed quite fitting to Narciso, quite fitting indeed. And at the mention of his eyes, or.. eye, he couldn't help but smirk. As his eye narrowed slightly, a soft golden gleam lit up his eye very briefly.
Listening to this girl going on as she did, he couldn't resist smiling. She was one of the only people he'd met in this place who seemed to actually want to try to fix the place up. He had to admire that, despite the fact that it had sidetracked from her original mission of finding her friend. "Perhaps," he started slowly. "You should try to ask around for Mills. If is still here, might be best to find her as soon as you can." He doubted the other girl would have been able to get out of the place, considering what all he'd heard. So she had to be around somewhere, or dead. He didn't voice this to Jeze, however.
As she patted her pocket, naturally, his gaze followed. Of course he'd look where someone was motioning to! She had nice legs, he had to admit, and he was again reminded of how attractive she was. Natural kind of beauty, homey, girl next door kind of attractiveness. "A lock? Che è utile…keeping unwanted guests out would be a must in this place." He was good at staying focused even with distractions as such. It was this that possibly made him seem calm and collected, or even suave.
He tilted his head slightly as she came to the step he stood on. He was a good bit taller than her, he noted. He also noted that she seemed to be offering to let him move in next to her. It was obvious she knew her way around the place better than him. He'd not even found the bedrooms. Or if he had, he sure hadn't recognized them as such.
"You would not mind having one such as myself as a neighbor?" he asked in with a playful smile. He was mostly referring to how strange looking he must be to her, but he'd let her take it however she wished.
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