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 Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 10:09 pm
After brutally being kicked out of Tag's apartment, Dustin was dropped off at a new spot to couch surf. This guy was closer to Dustin's age, but the blue-haired teen was in too much of a foul mood to give Alexandre the time of day. It wasn't a bad place, and not nearly as creepily self-dedicated as Tag's apartment, but it still wasn't a home to him. After a few hours of sulking sober, Dustin hit the showers to get ready for a night on the town - he needed to let loose a little after being pent in for the past couple of days.
He stepped out of the shower and look for all of three seconds for a clean towel before crossing through the apartment bare-a** and dripping wet.
"Yo, Alex," he shouted through the halls of the townhome. At least, he thinks the guy's name was Alex. "Where the hell are your clean towels?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 10:21 pm
To say he was having an interesting day would be to put it mildly. First he'd had Johnathan sent to him, not even escorted, but sent to him with a note and hobo like bag over his shoulder and now this. At least he understood with Johnathan, and that had been months ago. With Dustin he couldn't see Tag, who he thought of as a good father figure, unable to handle him and pawning the other teen off on him. He'd almost refused, almost being the key word here, but had refrained as it was a fellow Negaverse officer in need of a place to stay. He wouldn't and couldn't turn down a fellow officer. So he'd let him in and introduced him, not using his agent name or rank once, and set himself in for a normal day at home. He had some homework to finish and things to do.
As evening had come on he'd heard the other go to shower and from where he was in his room, seated at his desk and typing away at his computer. Fingers moved over the keys with some amount of practice as he worked on the short essay he had for his English class.
It was as he shifted in his chair that he decided upon a slight change in clothing, he always found being curled up in his chair to be uncomfortable when in jeans. They tended to be unforgiving and bunch behind the knees and cut in other places, his jeans were typically rather tight in nature, so unfolding his legs he'd gone to his walk in closet, unzipping his pants along the way, and as a second thought he decided to change his shirt as well. As he stepped into his closet he went about grabbing a loose pair of plaid pajama bottoms and yanked them on.
He would have yanked on the black wife beater had he not heard the new persons voice shouting for his attention. Exiting his closet and crossing his room he stepped out into the hall. Bottoms hanging off his hips and bare chested. "Did you not notice the closet in the bathroom? They are in there. If we're out there then try the other bathroom." Blond hair was swept back, even his bangs, and tied off at the nap of his neck leaving only the shortest of pieces free.
Unlike the other he had no plans to go out tonight, at least not this early. He figured he might go out and patrol later on this evening; so wearing pajamas for now was perfectly acceptable in his opinion.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 10:44 pm
"There's another bathroom?" he questioned. He gave a quick eye to Alexandre, but otherwise was unfazed whatever lack of clothing he had. Standing with full schwang swinging, he obviously wasn't one to give a crap about public decency. He hadn't looked in the closet for a towel, either, although he hardly thought to. He was a bit spoiled when it came to towels, strangely, in that he was raised as an heir of Van Hootensberg International, a leading manufacturer in the towel industry so was treated to a brand new, fresh clean towel straight out of packaging with every shower. Van Hootensberg International was also a major player in manufacturing of children's toys and shotguns (not for children).
He went back to the bathroom, still dripping water all over the place and searched through the closet for a towel and quickly dried himself off and slipped into a pair of boxer briefs before getting to work on his hair. Crap. He left his product at Tag's apartment. "Do you have any gel?" he shouted, assuming not since this was something he actually searched for. His hair was going to be a ******** mess tonight.
He put on a pair of fading dark grey jeans, a vintage shirt, denim jacket and did his best to manage his bangs with a bandana as he crossed back into Alexandre's room, leaning against the threshold.
"So are you just going to sit in here all night and jerk off by yourself in your pajamas or do you want to go out and have some fun?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 10:50 pm
And Alexandre really didn't care who he was or the family from which he came, or had come. Actually considering he'd grown up with Lilys family being something of a second family, or even extended family though not by blood, and his mothers own standing in social circles he didn't find other people to really be above him, even if he should. Either they were on level or beneath him, most people falling under him.
"You should have thought to before asking me." The added idiot was left unsaid but implied by tone of voice. Turning he headed back into his room, hoping to hide the fact that his cheeks were red and warm to the touch, fully intent upon finishing his school work. Stopping he looked over his shoulder, just slightly as he wished to keep his blush as hidden as possible. "Hair gel - no. Why would I have that?" Why did the other need to be standing in his home naked? And did it look like he used any hair gel? His hair was, and always had been, product free. He was big on trying to keep products from his hair and using organic stuff for washing his hair.
Continuing back into his room he'd curled back up in his computer desk when he heard the other again. His shirt had been forgotten for now. And turning his chair he looked at the other calmly. "I have homework. I plan to go out on patrol later. Otherwise I don't have plans, why?" Meaning he had plans for fun only his definition of the word varied from the others definition of the word.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 11:10 pm
"...because I'm going to go out to some bars or clubs, and was asking if you wanted to tag along, dumb s**t," Dustin rolled his eyes. He hadn't gone on patrol yet, it was one of those things Tag said he would take him to do before he was kicked out. He wasn't sure what the plan was for that at this point, but it sounded like work that he didn't want to start up with yet anyways. He still was settling into the real world, let alone whatever the Negaverse wanted from him. "Unless you have some objection to having fun and have some stupid work you would rather do instead. Although judging that you are in pajamas right now, you seem like a person who just screams 'fun'."
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 11:16 pm
For a moment he clenched his jar, keeping his mouth closed. Finally he opened his mouth as he unfolded his legs and stood. "First off. I don't posses anything saying I'm old enough to get into any place you'd be going. And second I rather think you'd ask me and than leave me." Not that he couldn't take care of himself. He could go to the bathroom and power up and teleport elsewhere. The point was he didn't think this person, this fellow agent, would care one way or another what happened to him.
"And you act as though I can't change cloths if I wished to go out." Rolling his eyes he felt the need to run his fingers through his hair, and couldn't with it tied back as it was, his fingers even twitched from their want to do that.
Now though he really needed to decide what to do, as he was sure the other would have some answer to the dilemma of not having ID of an appropriate age. "As much as I may not trust you...I'll go." And have fun.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 11:35 pm
"Great, then put on some clothes that don't make you look like a lazy s**t and lets head out," Dustin grinned. Speaking of looking like a lazy s**t - his bangs were already driving him crazy as he adjusted them and his bandana. He pushed them over to the side out of his face and tucked them in. "Also why the ******** do you not have a fake ID? I mean, not that it really matters most of the time, depending on the club. Have you seen the people of this city? I'm pretty sure that teenagers could ******** take over this city if they really wanted to. I feel like we're already halfway there. I don't know the last time I saw an old person."
He pulled out a pack from his back pocket and slapped out a cig, placing it between his lips as he waited for Alexandre to start getting dressed.
"Can I smoke in here?" he asked. Nine out of ten times, people said no, but it was worth asking even if he normally didn't give too much care about it anyways. He suppose he could give the other boy the privacy to change, especially if he was going to smoke a cigarette, but going outside was like, all the way over there.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 11:48 pm
Despite the suggestion, so long ago, by Tag to get one and his plans to do so Alexandre hadn't. It had either slipped his mind or been pushed to the back of his mind. Either way he didn't have one and as he headed into his closet, for the second time in less than fifteen minutes, he set about stripping down and picking out clothing. A glance to the doorway into his closet, he really didn't care for being watched by a stranger of sorts, he decided to answer the other.
"I've never had need of it. And isn't this city already being taken over by teenagers, more or less? What with us and the senshi running around and most of us being teenagers. And it wouldn't be hard to take over, at least if the right eens were involved." Get a group of teenagers who could power up and they could certainly take things over, though he figured if the Negaverse tried the senshi would of course step in. And the plans thwarted for the time being as a fight would ensue. The point was that it could be done and by teenagers.
"Open my window and you can." Came the response as he pulled on a new, clean, pair of jeans and then went to find some shirt. The problem was his closet was full of name brand clothing he was sure would not be found appropriate by the other, not that he really should care. Deciding he didn't care, even if people would or might stare, he grabbed something that he was comfortable with and yanked it on. His hair was left along and padding out of his closet bare footed, though he had a pair of sneakers in his hands, he went to get socks from the small dresser he had in his bedroom. The small dresser only containing underwear, socks, and scarves. Pants, shirts, coats, and shoes were kept in the walk in.
The shirt he'd settled on was a sleeveless black turtle neck. Snug fitting and a soft material it was comfortable.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 12:33 am
Dustin cracked open the window and lit up his cigarette while he watched Alexandre scramble to get dressed and put on...a sleeveless black turtleneck?
"Why don't you put on something that says 'someone touched my c**k before'?" Dustin suggested. He nearly choked on the smoke trying to hold back a laugh. "Unless you're going for the whole androgynous eastern european in the 1990s look. But overall that's just not a good look, bro."
He took another drag from the cigarette and before resting it down on the window sill and moving to rummage through his closet. "Do you have anything less conservative and well, terrible?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 7:34 am
Raising a brow at the other he shook his head. For a moment he wasn't sure if he wanted to comment or just ignore the other. Finally he settled on opening his mouth, as he did more often than not. "Clearly you need to see my uniform before making a comment on conservative and European." Neve rmind the other had said Eastern European. His uniform was quite dated and quite Eurpean. Not that he disliked it, he loved his uniform to be honest.
"What's in my closet is what I have." Rolling his eyes as he let the other go through his clothing, he really didn't see a poblem in his wardrobe, Alexandre again felt the urge to run his fingers through his hair and even tug at his hair. Inside his the walk in closet, to the left and pressed to the wall, was a long dresser with three draws, each one appearing deep. Inside wasn't clothing though, or anything a person would wear. Rather candles, incense, candle holders, burners and holders for stick incense, filled each draw. It certainly explained all the candle holders in the house and where all the candles came from. The closer otherwise was normal, shoes on the floor lined up, and one side was shirts and coats while the other side was pants. From suits and even a tuxedo to normal clothing Alexandre had nothing like what the other was looking for. On a shelf above his shits were a handful of hats as well.
While Dustin went through his closet Alexandre went to perch himself on his open window sill. Looking into his room as his arms crossed over his chest. "And as for what, or should I say who, has touched me that's really no concern of yours." Turning away from his room, again to hide a slight coloring to his cheeks, he really hoped his voice didn't give away anything. It honestly wasn't his fault. He'd simply never been a people person, or interested in anyway, till only recently.
"I suggest you either decide on something, I go as I am, or I grab money and...as loath as I am to do it - allow you to assist in a single outfit shopping trip." Oh, he was very against the idea but he just wanted to placate this person and if that helped than so be it, plus it would be some time away from his usual time consuming tasks.
As he waited for the others answer, whatever his fate may be, Alexandre looked over to the bookcae in his room. Filling the four shelves were books on plants, ranging from the sort you bought at a normal book store to the type from an occult store, books on art, stars and planets, and almost as big as the plant books was the collection of classics. From Tale of Two Cities to Shakespeare and Poe. Alexandre had a rather dull, in some peoples opinion, collection of books. So far nothing about his room seemed teenage like or naughty in any manner, nothing hidden to be found so far, and maybe it was that he hid things under his bed or mattress - which he only had a book filled with information on senshi and knights, but he certainly wasn't like the one riffling through his closet.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 7:07 pm
It was only a matter of seconds before half of Alexandre's drawers were emptied, its contents lying all over his closet floor. There were an awful lot of candle sticks, which he found creepy and assumed to be a part of some kind of kink because in his mind, it gave him a much-needed edge and any other explanation would be creepier. A few moments later he emerged with a wife beater and the least conservative and dressy button down shirt he could find.
"Here, now get dressed," he said as tossed them to the blonde before getting back to his cigarette. He took a puff and exhaled out the window. "And if you button the shirt to the top button I'll punch you in the mouth."
"You don't go out much, I take it?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 7:24 pm
"Social events, art galleries, and the like. Unless we take in to account my second life as agent Benitoite. If we do than I go out most nights." He didn't mention anything a normal teenager would do though, because he really didn't do anything a normal teen did.
Stripping off the shirt he had been wearing, musing his hair in the process, he pulled on the clothing the other had picked out. With the clothing on, and the shirt not buttoned more than half way, he set about letting his hair down. Falling to below his shoulders the blond hair made him really seem rather androgynous or feminine. But sweeping it back quickly he tied it back again and let his bangs fall free about his face.
"I don't have friends, or very few. So I've never had reason to go out unless it's some social event. I've been to more of them than I have parties." Shrugging as he stood there watching the other have his smoke. "It's not as though I'm suffering or any such nonsense."
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 7:49 pm
"That all sounds kind of pathetic," Dustin shrugged. He wasn't one to hold back any punches. He knew a lot of people didn't go out much, he just never identified with that. He wasn't one to exactly boast about having many friends himself, but he took another drag from the cigarette before he flicked it out the window. "We can roll out. You talk about that Negaverse s**t a lot. Do you actually that crap? Running around in funny costumes and doing ******** work? Sounds like its just hell, really."
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 8:17 pm
"And your obviously new, never been in a fight or taken a life." Also never been to the hospital, shed his own blood or someone elses. It was "It's not work, even if it is hard. It's worth it...and holding a persons life in your hand - quite literally. It's a thrill of sorts." A power trip as well.
"I assume though that someone will be taking you out and training you. Maybe you'll come to find it fun." Shrugging as he casually spoke, about fighting and killing. He might be a goody goody in some ways but he'd claimed a life or two, or more. "That aside lead the way." He wasn't planning on driving anywhere, he was assuming it would be by foot or some other mode of transportation they'd be going tonight.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 8:28 pm
A reclusive teenaged boy with an unusual fashion sense, collection of candles, and casually talks about the joys of killing people. Who the ******** had Tag set him up to live with exactly? Damn, Dustin hoped he didn't get murdered in his sleep tonight. That'd be a really shitty end to this already pretty terrible week.
"You're a ******** up guy, you know that?" he teased as he crossed past him to head out of the room. He stopped and turned around. "Oh and make sure you bring a lot of cash with you cause you're paying for my drinks tonight." It wasn't really a suggestion or a request - he didn't have money of his own to pay for anything, and he wasn't going to let that slow his night down at all.
He hurried out of the townhome and onto the street, not really giving much time for Alexandre to get any extra cash, although he wasn't so far ahead that he couldn't catch up if he does. Luckily, Alexandre's townhome wasn't too far from some of the nightlife scene - not the clubs he normally went to, but there was a good clubs to check out, one just about three blocks away.
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