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[DeersackBatman]

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[DeersackBatman]

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Looking over his shoulder as Freya entered the room Zander turned to face her direction, catching the keys in his hands as she tossed them his way. Holding the keys in his fist he looked down at his things, thinking for a moment before sliding the keys into a small pocket on his pack. It would probably be safer in their than in his vest pocket. He nodded after her comment about the tv, pulling some things out of his pack. "Yeah, hopefully we have running water here though." He glanced over at her for a moment, his lips curving into a small smile. Soon his smile faded, blinking he looked away from her. He was thankful for Freya. Even though she did stumble and second guess herself a lot, he was usually the one to do most of the work. But he was okay with that, her company was worth it all. Zander didn't want to be alone again, he had been alone his whole life. The thought of it made him lower his head, slightly sad. No one really got passed his looks, people usually kept a good distance from him. Woman hurried off with their children in public, he got a lot of stares and whispers. It was heartbreaking how cruel the world could be. But Freya didn't seem to care for the way he looked, in fact she was one of the only people to make him feel normal.

He turned his attention back over to her as she spoke. She had seen something outside? He nodded, shifting though his pack again he pulled out his pistol. Flicking the safety off he checked the chamber to make sure it was fully loaded. Lucky for him it was. Clicking the chamber shut he cocked the gun. "Stay here, keep quiet. I'll check around just to be sure. Uh, Freya?" He lowered his gun to his side looking over at her. "Thanks for letting me know." Zander made sure to give her praise for every good thing she did. He believed she deserved it for how hard she tried, she was still figuring things out. Walking out of the room he slowly shut the door behind him as he stepped out. Lifting the pistol up he glanced around, making sure his steps were slow and soft. Zander needed to be quiet, he wouldn't want anyone or anything hearing him. It was easy for him to be sneaky. Hearing a thud he snapped his head towards the noise, his eye's setting on the truck. Another thud. There was someone there, they were pulling on the door trying to get the truck open.

Zander wasn't sure whether it was a person or a zombie. Holding his gun up he pointed it towards the vehicle. Keeping his aim on the figure. He inched closer stopping just a few feet away from the truck. It hadn't seen him yet but he could already tell that this was no walking dead. It was a man, he was tall and very built. Maybe he needed help? Zander whistled at him. "Hey. What are you doing?" He asked. The man turned his head towards him, his body hidden behind the large truck. "This your truck?" He asked, his voice deep. He was at least a head taller than Zander who was only five eleven. For a moment he didn't answer, arching his eyebrows at the stranger. Slowly the tattooed male nodded, a risk for him indeed. Before he knew it a gun appeared from behind the truck, held by the male as he aimed it at Zander. Flinching he quickly crouched and held up his gun, firing a shot at the man. But he was too late, the bullet zooming by as the man hid himself behind the truck. Standing Zander took a few steps forward trying to get the man in his sights so he could shoot at him.

BANG!

Another shot fired. A white hot pain shooting though Zander's leg, the pain causing him to drop his gun as it spun away from him. He shouted in pain, his leg giving out as he soon dropped to the hard pavement. Clutching his hands around his now bleeding leg. "This is MY truck kid, you took it." Keeping his head back he let out a quick huff, smiling at the mans words. "My bad." He replied.

Tilting his head down he opened his eye's staring into the mans dark brown eye's. He was pulled away from the truck only to be slammed right back against it, his breath catching in his throat as he grunted. "Where are my keys?!" The man shouted. Breathing heavily Zander shrugged. "I misplaced them." He sarcastically replied. It didn't do him any good, now being tossed to the ground. Shouting again as his leg hit the ground, he arched his back groaning in pain as the man reached down and punched him hard across the face. Zander scrunched his face, his bloody teeth peering through his grin as he looked up at the man. "Harder, I like it rough." He growled. This only putting him in more trouble. But he couldn't tell him where the keys were, they needed this truck. It was a big score for them, he also didn't need this man charging into the room to find them. Zander was too worried what might happen to Freya if he knew where she was. "You ******** thief!" He angerly shouted kicking Zander right in the side. Turning over he gasped, his arm hugging his rib cage as he spat out a gob of blood. Just hoping Freya would stay in the room, keep herself safe.

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[DeersackBatman]

- When she explained she had no idea who Sam was the hunter turned his shoulders a little more looking around the room, where was he? But before he could turn back her way and speak she had already pushed him down on the mattress, sliding his finger near the trigger he kept his guard up, she could be lying for all he knew. Glancing up at the window with a confused expression when she told him to stay away from them, but all he could wonder was why? Looking down at his black shirt, green button down over shirt, old jeans and boots he nodded understanding what she meant, he would have made a comment on it but he couldn't help but think she was some kind of monster, one of Crowley's demons playing some sick game maybe? Keeping both the gun and the knife in his hands he watched her walk off before returning with a really old looking wardrobe for him, no like REALLY old. Standing to his feet he picked up the clothes, wow, this was going to be weird, but Dean decided to play along just in case, hey he needed Sam, thats it. Once she turned around mentioning his other wounds the blonde hunter began stripping away his regular clothes. "I'm fine sweetheart, really, don't break your back over it." He sarcastically commented before placing the knife and gun on the bed and sliding on the pair of pants and boots she gave him, tucking the pants into the boots he glanced around the room once more before his green eye's caught the sight of a mirror.

Walking over to it he leaned forward a little running his hand over his bare chest, he did have a lot of scratches there. Frowning his eyebrows he pursed his lips slightly. "Freddy got me good." He joked to himself in the mirror, his tattoo was perfect still so there was no way she could process him if she were a demon, but seeing the faint but still noticeable hand print on his Dean's face saddened a little. He was worried for Cas, where had the angel gone? And why was he acting so weird before he left. Finally taking his eye's off the hand print he slid on the shirt and the armour completing his look. Turning back towards the female he held out his hands looking over at her. "How do I look?" He asked with a smirk, but soon the smirk was gone.

"Never mind, I need to find my brother." Walking over to the bed he picked up the gun and knife, hiding the knife in his boot he pulled his shirt up placing the gun into the back of his pants before fixing the shirt and walking right out of the little hut they were in. Arching his eyebrows the sight of everything hit him like a tun of bricks, what the hell? "What the hell is going on?" He muttered to himself, seeing a sword near by he grabbed it, looking it over Dean smirked a little to himself in a secret dork kinda way, sliding the sword in his sheath. -

 

[DeersackBatman]

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Everything seemed well, Stink wasn't running, he wasn't hiding his daughter away from Zander and the two were making eye contact, it seemed to be going very well.. Until Aria decided to speak. She just had to, she just had to go ahead and mention the reapers headquarters, like she knew them, like she knew exactly what they would do.. But the comment that really bothered him was when she stated so clearly, "reaper". She had called him that word as if it was a horrible label, as if he was nothing more than just that, nothing more then a murderer, a reaper.. Like Zander had no other title, no other name but that one..

This bothered him, this really bothered him.

Feeling a burning anger rise up in his chest the male turned his head, he looked over at the brunette female through the corner of his bright green eye's, ready to speak. But his thoughts were cut short by the deep eery voice of Stink. Turning back to the man and his tiny daughter Zander watched them as they shared a moment only understandable by the two. He could feel his heart sink as they pressed foreheads, speaking soft orders to the small child..

A father and his child.. Protection.. Love.. Something Zander envied..

Then an agreement, Stink had told him that they would go. This bringing a rare small smile from the tattooed male, he held his hands at his sides and nodded. Then Stink was off, wanting to "gather" as he put it, leaving his daughter there with the reaper. Taking a calm step away from the female Zander's eyes followed Stink until he had vanished into a dumpster, his bright eye's returning to the girl. She looked on guard, as if she was ready for anything Zander might do. A weight lifted from his shoulders, the worry he once had for them gone.. But why he was so worried to begin with was beyond him, he just wanted this mans safety and safety for his daughter as well, he didn't even want to think about them being parted.. He couldn't think about it, it would hurt him to much to see Feli dead. Or even worse. Without her father.. Without anyone..

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Pulling the car door open only after the female had gotten out the dark blonde stepped out, his feet shifting under him as he held himself on the car door. Balancing himself out before stepping forward and shutting the door. It hurt, his ribs, but he could handle this pain. He had been through far worse.. Eric didn't have a very nice looking past.. But he would never share that with anyone.. Only one person knew about the things he had been through. Zander, his loyal trustworthy right hand man. Zander would listen to any order and never think twice, thats what Eric liked. It took a long time to trust someone as much as he trusted Zander..

Looking over at Candice as the female explained that she would get gas while he looked around Eric remained quiet. For a moment he just looked at her, then with a nod he walked off. There was no way in hell he trusted Candice. She might have saved his life but she still seemed to be sketchy to him. Making his way into the broken down store his blue eye's followed Candice's every movement as he looked around, every while looking back at her to make sure. He couldn't have her taking off, he needed her, just for now.

Glancing around Eric stepped over rubble and broken glass, only grabbing what he found useful. Bottled water, lighters, any food he could find, rope, batteries, two flash lights and gauze, thank god.. He had put them all in a basket, a small store basket that had been laying on the ground. His boots crushed the glass under them, cracking and snapping the rubble with every step. Eric was a muscular guy, he was heavy.

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BANG!

A shot? A gunshot! His attention soon flicked towards Stink who had his filth covered hands on the trigger of a shotgun! What?! What was happening? Without another though Zander flinched, he stepped quick to the side, away from the shot. His hand instantly shooting back towards the pistol in his pants. (that sounded dirty.. sorry) Point it up towards the male he held his guard, his arms rose to near his face as he pointed the gun towards Stink. Taking a few steps back Zander stood in front of Aria, his body at least two feet away from hers. His back straight, a protective stance. Then another shot.

BANG!

This time nearly hitting Aria over Zander's shoulder, with out another thought the tattooed reaper turned. His hand pressed hard on Aria's chest as he pushed her into the bus. His eyes almost warning her to take cover before he turned back to stink.

"ENOUGH!"

His eyes focused on Stink, no shooting. He stood still, his voice not seeming to stop the shooting, as the shotgun soon continued. each shot aimed near them by the hands of the shaken man, their eye's locked. Zander not once looking over at the child, his respectful eye's locked with Stink's. Keeping the gun near his face Zander aimed, he walked forward making sure to keep away from where Stink was pointing the gun. Flinching the male jumped back, a grunt escaping his lips as he felt a bullet graze his side, slicing right through his tattooed skin. Thats it. That was enough!

Click, click BANG!

A shot fired right at the male, piercing right into the ligament on his shoulder, this causing his arm to completely fall limp. The shot gun falling slightly as Stink lost his grip on it. Zander lifted his foot, his boot crashing hard against Stink's good arm, knocking the gun far from him, away from Zander and the child. The reapers gun now pointed right in the face of the father who seemed to be protecting his daughter.

"Cut this s**t out now!" He shouted, his face twisted with anger as he starred the man right in his silver eyes. Standing close to him, the gun nearly resting on Stink's forehead. Zander's knuckles becoming white under his tattoos as he gripped hard, making sure this gun was never parted from his hands. "It's not safe here! You'll have maybe three hours before the sun is up again! Three hours is nothing, no time to find a proper safe place to stay.. Then what if any other clan finds you?! Huh? What then you stupid man! They won't give you the same respect and protection as I have, no way man.. They won't think twice about killing you, but what would they do to your daughter?.. Anything.." Zander's eyes now finally looking over at Feli, the small, dirt covered child. She looked so innocent, too innocent for a world like this one. Then his gaze returned to Stink.

"We'll find a place, we'll stop along the way. Find protection for you and your daughter, then we can part ways. You'll be free from me and I'll be free from you.. But even more important you and your daughter will be safe.. I just need you to trust me.." He asked, his eyes only reading worry, worry for them and anger, angry at the fact that Stink wasn't letting him protect him. "Please man.. Think of your daughter. Think of her safety." He pleaded, his voice now soft, muttered almost, just for Stink to hear.

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A chime.

The chime from the door of the store as the blonde female walked in, Eric's eyes following her as she walked off to the one place he was sure she would go. Right to the meds. Typical doctor. But Eric was headed elsewhere, he walked to the back of the store, looking around to find anything that would be of use to them. Anything that could be useful.. But he found nothing. Walking out he headed to the front of the store, Candice meeting him there once he was done. Her face full of some kind of food bar.

Looking her over he arched his eyebrows slightly, the basket held at his side as he looked down at it like it was obvious that he had found something. Then he looked up at her, his eyebrows raised. "Nothing at all." His tone sarcastic and blunt. Turning away he walked out towards the car, stopping dead in his tracks when he noticed a body. Dropping the basket flat on the floor he grabbed the pistol at his side, pulling it up towards the car.

Holding a guarded stance Eric eye'd the figure as it walked around the car, the body of a man. Tall, built, blonde, much like Eric himself. This man wearing a military uniform, he was eyeing the car, probably trying to find anything that seemed to look useful to him. Then his hand grabbed for Eric's bag, keeping quiet he watched as the man stepped away from the car, slinging the bag over his muscular shoulder before stepping away from the car and turning. His face flicking with surprise as he locked eyes with Eric. "Eric?... Oh my god! Dude I thought you were dead!" Happy.. The man seemed happy to see him. But Eric didn't.

"Clearly not. What are you doing Garret?" He asked bluntly. It was one of Eric's friends, a friend he made in the military, best friends, they lived together as roommates until they were separated after the world went to s**t. "Gathering man.. This your girl?" The man asked, his eye's flicking on Candice with a charming smile. But Eric remained quiet.

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[DeersackBatman]

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"Don't get to close to me. I have darkness inside me."

A step back was the action he chose to make as the angel just flashed between the human and himself in an instant. The dark haired male let his blue eye's trace over the angel as he stood in front of the female pointing his sword right at Gareki. Raising his dark eyebrow at the male as he threatened the demon to stay away from her, yeah or what? His barking was starting to annoy Gareki, taint her soul, was he serious? All the demon wanted was the key to hell, not the females soul. His expression was emotionless as the other spoke of his brothers and sisters back in hell, as if he really cared about those creatures. Yeah right, the demon barely saw any of them as family, he knew he was much different from them. But everyone back home just tortured him and banished him for being only half demon, he only wanted a way to become rightfully full demon, that way was the key. The key was his only way.

Before the demon could speak the purple eyed male yelped for them to get down, but why? Turning his shoulders just in time to see a ball of flames headed there way Gareki quickly stepped back leaning away from the fire as it passed by him. He could feel the burning heat radiate into his face and chest as the ball of inferno passed them quick like a bullet. His eyes were only back on the two after hearing the painful grunts that escaped the angels lips. He was burnt. Nodding when the angel explained that a child of Lilith was upon them Gareki quickly pulling out his gun and flicked it off the safety without hesitation. He stood in a protective manner will to kill anyone that came close to the human, that was plan to see from him. Although the angel was a different story, he could die for all this demon cared. Hearing the comment about needing to move the female the dark haired male nodded.

Quicker then he could even try to run with her the female shouted for him to watch out, spinning around on his heels Gareki's eyes widened as another flaming ball flew in his direction. Quickly the tall male jumped off to the side only to have the fire skim his shoulder as he leaped out of the way. It did burn him, but not enough to do any real damage. Soon after a tall figured walked out from the other side of the forest, right were the fire balls seemed to be coming from. The figure was a tall male, he had the torso of a normal male and the legs of a goat, he was wearing a long black hooded cloak as sparks flew from his finger tips. "Perfect" The demon muttered in his cold deep voice. The warlock lifted his hand pointing his long slender finger right at the female as he glared at her with his bright yellow eyes. "Give me the one with the neutral soul!" He commanded. But Gareki stepped forward point his gun towards the warlock in a protective motion. "That might be a problem for you!" He informend. "You'll have to kill me first." He growled towards the goat like creature.

"So be it!" The warlock barked back. Quickly Gareki's finger curved around his trigger, he began to shoot rapid shots of his pure silver scriptures bullets at the warlock. But as soon as the first bullet got close enough the horrible creature shielded himself with a force field that covered the front of his body from the bullets. Each bullet shattered into tiny crystal like pieces as it hit the shield. Quickly the blue eyed demon picked up his speed now running towards the creature keeping his gun pointed straight at him. Finally getting close enough Gareki leaped forward kicking at the shield, he ran up the length of the shield and catapulted himself high in the air turning his body in mid air. Soon landing perfectly behind the warlock he held out his gun but to his disadvantage the gun was flung out of his hand hitting the ground at a far distance.

Flinching as the collar of his dark blue coat was grabbed by the warlock Gareki let out yell as he was thrown far into the air. His landing spot, a thick tall tree. The demons bright blue eye's widened as his back slammed against the tree, feeling a white hot pain in his spine he let out a rough cough as blood splashed out of his mouth staining his lips and chin. Slowly his body went limp sliding right down the tree, slouching forward as he hit the ground. This caused the warlock to let out a deviously evil laugh as he turned himself towards the human and the angel. Walking forward the warlock began to speed up a little. Soon after a few long seconds Gareki was up once more, he reached into the back of his coat and pulled something that seemed to shin in the sunlight above him.

In his hand the male held up a knife, it was attached to a chain that held another knife on the other end. Each of the knife covered in engraved scripture. Gripping the right knife in his right hand he tossed the left one far behind the warlock watching the metal weapon sore though the air. The knife hooked around the warlocks neck piercing him right in the middle of his throat. Pulling the other knife towards himself with a good force he watched the creature get flung back behind him soon hitting the ground far from himself and the others laying there lifeless. Turning back towards the two the demon took a step forward only to fall flat on his stomach, his grip loosened around the knife as he rested his warm cheek against the cool grass. His lips stained with blood as he panted deeply, Gareki was in a massive amount of pain, he was sure he wouldn't die.. Unless he was left there alone.

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[DeersackBatman]

"To me you’re clear, transparent. You’ve got a thing for me girl. It’s apparent."

Raising an eyebrow slightly when the male by the name of Johnny stopped the group in order to tell everyone that it might have been better if they all split up. Turning a little towards the man who was just suddenly pairing up random people Demetrious arched his eyebrows a little when he pointed towards the vampire calling by a name that didn't belong to him. "Dean?.. How can you get Dean from Demetrious?" He questioned in a soft tone to himself, yes he pretty much called Johnny an idiot, but hey it was kinda true how could he mix up such a unique name with such a plan one? But hearing who he was paired with the blonde knit his eyebrows together, there was no way he was going through with this. Before Demetrious could say anything about it Clarissa had already spoken, she stated the three reasons why she wasn't going to go along with Johnny's rules and it seemed pretty clear to him.

Just seeing the blunt and jealous look that had ran right across the hunter face Demetrious couldn't help but smirk a little and before he knew it his hand had been grabbed by Clarissa as he was dragged off with the female. Soon they were inside his families new hide away, everything looked nearly the same, they still had all the family pictures up and the lights were dim like usual. Glancing around the long dim hallway Demetrious was pulled away from his thoughts by the hunters voice, looking over at her he noticed her starring into a large picture frame. A picture of him and his family with in the frame, his father stood tall in the middle of the group with his arm placed perfectly over his mother's shoulder. His mother stood in the center, her smile was small and almost shy, her long blonde hair was all pushed to one side over her shoulder as her hands folded in front of her. Demetrious stood with no smile, his face left emotionless as he arched his eyebrows slightly holding tiny Cassius in his arms, the small blonde boy had a confused look on his face and his fingers in his mouth. Once the question was asked the tall vampire arched his eyebrows much like in the portrait, he looked down towards the dark haired female only to look back towards the large frame. "It's not just you we target.. Your brother wasn't the only baby my family took." He bluntly replied as if it wasn't his family at all, as if he didn't belong.

Turning away from the picture on the wall he slowly began to make his way down the hall again. "Common, we're here to find your brother and leave, nothing else." He commented. It seemed as though he didn't want to talk about himself, as if he hated that subject of why his father would take children in from other families.

 

[DeersackBatman]

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"Deer teeth, for you kid!"

A loud cackle roared out the males throat and pasted his lips, his head slung back as he held his hands out at his sides. "Aha ha ha ha!" He boomed. Flinging his head back forward the blonde grinned, a sinister ear to ear grin. "This is great!" He shouted excitedly to himself. Grabbing the coat he held his cane between his thumb and pointer finger, his reflection in the mirror grinning just as insanely back at him. Spinning on his heels he admired his new appearance, he was tall, blonde, well dressed and very handsome! He loved it!

It had been so long in his realm, so boring. He had no one to bother, nothing to do, no trouble to cause. But Bill was back! Returned to Gravity Falls! But even better, he know had a vessel, a human vessel, his own puppet to control. It didn't take long to gain it either, simply dumb luck.. That poor fool. Just thinking of it made the demon chuckle to himself, his gloved hand resting against his lips as he did.

△ Flashback~ △

"Whoa Gravity Falls! How much I've missed you old friend!" His single eye's bounced down towards the shaken male below him, must have been the one who summoned him. Blinking Bill floated down towards the boy. "Hows it shakin' Ricky?" He yelped towards the male. The teenage boy flinched as the floating triangle blinked at him, stumbling back as his whole body trembled with fear. "Hey there bud, relax." Bill spoke with an amused tone in his voice, this was all funny to him, specially how afraid the boy was. "H-how do you know m-my name?" The dark haired boy shuttered.

Floating towards the boy the demon swirled around him, watching his frightened eye's follow him. "I know lots of things!" Was the odd demons response. "The legends are true then?.. You are Bill Cipher!" Bill could feel himself grinning, a huge insane grin. Looks like the school boy studied up. "Good for you kid! Someone should really get you a metal or something!" But it seemed like his joke didn't affect the other male, the boy just starred at him, his eye's wide with surprise. Quickly he reached his hand out to shake. "I wanna make a deal!" Stopping dead in his tracks Bill zoomed right in front of the boy. "Is that so?"

"Yes!"

His hand lit up with a blue flame, sticking it out to Rick he floated close to the other. "Lets make a deal then!"

△ End of Flashback~ △

His death, the boy asked for his death. But obviously taking advantage of the situation Bill took his body in return and it was a great body. The boy of a nineteen year old. Strange. But he was an attractive boy and with Bill's modifications he looked perfect! "Excuse me.. Are you gonna buy that now sir?" An older male asked from behind him.

Turning his head to the side he glanced through the corner of his eye at the male, his other eye's covered with a triangular eye patch. With a devious grin he spun himself around and walked over to the chair with Rick's clothes on them. Digging into the jean pocket he pulled out the males whole wallet and tossed it to the elder male. There was more then enough money in there, besides, what did Bill need with it? Soon his grin faded, he arched his eyebrows looking at the elder male with a gross expression. "Keep it all.. You monster." He muttered. The man looking a bit confused before the demon walked off.

Now it was time! Time to find his old friend, he missed him dearly and was hungry for trouble. He wanted to cause him lots of trouble! "Hope you're ready for me, Pine tree."

Flashing in front of the old looking shack Bill's eyebrows quickly arched. "What's this?" He asked himself. It didn't look at all like it used to. How long had it been? Jeez, must have been a long while huh? Stepping forward he pulled on a fake grin, swinging the cain off his arm he let it hit the ground as he walked with it. Every time the hard cain hit the ground a click was heard, followed by the clicks of his heeled boots.

His hand rested on the door, his gloved hand pressed against the glass near the open sign as he held the door open for himself. His eye glancing around as he grinned, everything was so different. "Interesting.." He muttered, loud enough for anyone to hear. Taking a step inside the strange looking place he walked around, looking around. But his eye's never once seeing a familiar face, no Dipper, no Mable, Stan was no where and neither were those other two that worked here.. New faces, ever face was knew here. Bill just stood there, next to a rack of nicknacks looking as confused as ever.

Location - The Mystery Shack?.. Kind of..
Company - Many new faces.
Thoughts - What happened? How long was I gone?

 

[DeersackBatman]

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XXXXXXXXXXXHot.. The sun was burning in the sky, the air thick with humidity, but ever once and a while a cool breeze rolled by. That breeze was nice.. It was the only thing about his situation that was remotely comforting. That a the soft fur that lay under his head and shoulders. His day started of okay, more calm then most days.. Everything seemed to be so quite and dream like when he awoke. The sound of the stream next to him, the trees shifting in the morning wind. So peaceful.. Until it wasn't. A group of cat demons had shown up, they were going to rob him, take his weapons, amor, anything they could get from him.

~Flashback~

"Look at how pretty he is, his hair is so long, and it shines silver. One of the cats hissed, her body low as she crocheted against a large rock, her bright green eye's starring at him as a huge devilish grin played on her whiskered face. Another cat near he chuckled at the sound of how pretty she though he was, she too sporting a huge ugly grin. "Yes, he is very attractive. Maybe I'll cut off some of that pretty hair and make myself a necklace." She snarled at him. Her eye's a bright yellow, piercing. She was standing right next to the other, on another rock. But it wasn't just the two of them, he was surrounded, maybe six at least. A mother and her kits. The yellow eye'd demon pulled her sword from her side, her pointed teeth peeking through her ugly grin as her ears twitched. "Come puppy, lets play dead!' She cooed, sarcasm in her tone. But the silver haired male had no expression, he looked dead ahead at her, not a single emotion on his face. "Move.." He ordered, his voice calm and smooth, monotone. "You are in my way." Again, calmly.

But this only made the demons cackle, each of them snickering at him with their tails wiping from side to side. The yellow eye's cat, seemingly the mother just smirked. "He is even more attractive when he is being assertive." She hissed. Pulling her sword up she held it in front of herself. "Lets see if you're just as attractive without your head." She threatened before setting off on a sprint towards him. She slashed her sword as she got to him, but he was gone, standing right behind her. "Very well.. If thats how you would like to play." He replied. Slowly taking his sword out he held it at his side as she turned around to face him. Then, with the blink of an eye she had ordered her felines to attack.. What a bloody battle it was.

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Now he lay in the grass, his head and shoulders resting on his moko as it curved around his shoulders and down his side stopping near his knee. His head turned to the side as he lay quietly, deep in thought. The blood from his shoulder staining his long silver hair as he looked off into the distance of the forest. A large gash had cased blood to seep through his kimono on the right side of his ribcage, his left shoulder also bleeding. He was covered in bruises, scars, scratches and claw markings. Although he had been in very bad shape at the moment he had managed to make his way down to a clearing deep in the forest, he lay there now, right under a large tree for shade. He might have been beaten pretty bad, but he had killed the demons, each one of them.

He could feel the pain in his side, on his shoulder. He could feel the back of his neck becoming damp as the blood lay in his hair. But he continued to lay there, under the tree, just thinking to himself. Sesshomaru knew he wasn't going to die, he was far to powerful to die at the hands of a group so weak. In time the wounds would have healed themselves, due to his royal demon blood he would be able to be up on his feet in a few hours. His wounds would have healed and he would be able to find himself to a river where he would then wash away all the blood. He just had to wait now, alone, like he usually was. By himself in the quiet of the forest, with nothing but his thoughts to keep him company. Such a lonely day.

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[DeersackBatman]

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A loud cackle escaped the males throat, he roared with sinister laughter as he lifted his head. The wind tossed his braid around behind him as the wheels that hovered by his boots flared with large flames. Soaring above the trees near the clouds he bared a toothy devilish grin across his tan face, nearly from ear to ear.

He was happy, very much so. Hiten had loved this new life, since the amulet his luck had been good, his power growing stronger day by day. Perfect, everything was nearly perfect!

"Ah ha ha! Where shall I go now to cause such trouble?" He asked himself. Cocking a brow he glanced around stopping in mid air, the flames at his feet dying down just slightly. Looking in all direction hoping to spot something interesting.

It had been many nights since he had met that pathetic bone demon, the one who didn't want to battle. Saying something about not wanting to be bothered with Hiten's presence, but he had shown him. He beat the other and stole the deep blue amulet from him, manly to sell for something better. That was before, before he had the knowledge of its true powers. With this and the three jewel shards in his head he was surely able to fight any opponent. Or so he thinks.

Taking off once more the long haired demon leaned forward, his flames growing as he flew off, that devious smirk still plastered on his face. His crimson eye's bouncing from left to right as he looked down at the ground below himself. Soon the sight of a group stopped him, his smirk disappearing as he looked down at the others. Three females, one being a demon. A cat demon by the smell of it. The other two human, dark hair, one wear a very strange and revealing outfit.

Then a male, one male. Long silver hair, perky dog ears peeking through the mess of long silver locks. A dog demon surely, but not a full demon. Only half by the looks of it.

The smirk had returned, this seemed interesting. Maybe he could watch for a little while, catch up on the details he had missed before spotting them. Lowering himself down into a tall tree Hiten sat himself on a thick branch far above them. Lifting one foot to set against the branch as the wheels near his feet disappeared. Resting his hand he leaned forward looking down at them, some how the dog demon and human had been in a conflict. They seemed to be fighting each other, not the cat demon. But the feline had the other female, the strangely dressed female. This was indeed a strange situation. Hopefully things would clear up for him soon enough.

What was strange to him was the words that escaped the lips of the captured female, she seemed to be on the dog demons side. But at the same time he had asked the two not to fight. Confusing, this must have been the demons partner, but perhaps she had some connection to the other woman as well.

She soon looked faint, somehow her body language showed pain. She seemed to have been surprised and at the same time confused. How strange, what was wrong with this maiden?

His dark eyebrows rose as his attention was soon brought to the red wearing dog man. The male had lunged himself from the branch he was once on, his long claws baring in the direction of the other human female. The power of his strike surely was something Hiten liked to watch. This man was strong and it just made everything much more interesting. Leaning back he straightened his poster, still sitting high on the branch, far above the others below. Resting his hands on his knees he grinned from ear to ear.

"Aha ha ha!" He cackled from above. "You are brave, half-breed. Although. I truly hoped for so much more. You speak as a warrior and yet fight as a fool." He shouted from above, his crimson eye's glancing down at the demon. "How can you expect to save your maiden like that?" He finished, his piercing eye's glaring at the other.

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Company - Two demons and two humans, seemingly in a battle
Thoughts - This will surely be an interesting battle to observe!

 

[DeersackBatman]

A rush of excitement washed over him. His heart beating so face, a wide smile on his face as he ran through the zone. Those deep brown eyes flicking in every direction in search for one particular person. To Shane everything was going great right now! Well besides the whole world going to s**t and the undead walking the earth looking for brains to eat. Well anything to eat actually, they were killing anything and everything, never satisfied. But his mind was on other things right now, good things and the potential idea of him becoming what he always wanted to be since he started his first day here in the safe zone. A squad member. Yes Shane was in fact a cook, but what he wanted more than anything in the world right now; other than a chance to start his life all over again was to become a squad member. He wanted to be out where the action was. Saving people, finding resources and killing walkers! The squad members were like hero's in his eyes, they were all tough and awesome! They made everyone feel safe and protected and he wanted that, he wanted to be a big shot, he wanted to know people appreciated his efforts and hard work. Not that people didn't appreciate his cooking, he just never got congratulated for it.

His heart pumped hard in his chest as he ran between people, making his way down towards the mess hall as fast as he possibly could. He was looking for his best friend in the world. Well, since the big disaster. The one person he felt comfortable being his complete self with, the only person who actually cared for what he wanted. Blaire Cassens. Reaching the hall he pushed the doors open and stepped in looking around. Sweeping his eyes over the sea of people sitting and having breakfast he arched his eyebrows. Sighing harshly when he didn't see her. Where could she have gone? Blaire was in the mess hall every morning for breakfast. Was there another squad meeting? Maybe. Turning he stepped out of the hall and let the door come to a thudding shut behind him. People looking in his direction as if he was out of his mind or something. The way people usually looked at Shane. Most people thought he was just a weird kid with a dream he would never achieve. But in his mind they were all wrong, he would one day be a squad member and there was nothing anyone could do to stop him.. Well, other than Roman.

Ugh Roman..

The thought of him was just really annoying to the male. Always acting like Shane was his son or something. Roman seemed to always be looking out for Shane.. In all the wrong ways. "You're a cook, not a squad member. Just do your job and don't complain. We are all lucky to even be breathing." He would always tell him. That man was always trying to find a way to keep Shane out of everything. Roman only ever made Shane upset. It all happened the day of the explosions and he hadn't stopped then. That was a brutal day for everyone..

Shane was at home, his mother and father were off doing their own thing and the boy was home alone with his elder brother. Kyle. He was Shane's Idol, he was strong, funny and respectful. Someone Shane always looked up too and inspired to be like. In his eye's Kyle was the perfect older brother, the father like figure he always needed in his life, since their parents were never around. Always off on some kind of business trip or meeting. The day of the accident Kyle had come home feeling sick, he had a very heavy cough and seemed to be really worried. Shane had no idea what was going on. Kyle kept telling him they had to leave as he frantically packed their things, running trough the house shoving as much as he could fit into two luggage's. Shane tried to protest, he tried to get some kind of answer out of his worried and sick older brother but the male wouldn't explain anything. They just needed to leave and they had to do it as fast as possible. But Kyle kept looking worse and worse. Thats when Roman showed up.

He also frantic, his eye's wide with fear and his shirt covered in blood. Shane remembered being very confused, but the look on the elder males faces only made him feel worse. Kyle and Roman were the best of friends, buddies since freshman year. But what Shane though would be just another fight between Kyle and his parents turned out to be worse than he imagined. When his brother came back in the room he was barfing out blood, before the younger brother could check what was wrong he was pulled out of the house by a frantic Roman. He was tossed into the males car, being locked in as the blonde made his way back in. A long silence following his absence, a few moments later a loud gunshot sounded through the house and running out came Roman. He got in the car without answering a single question from the frightened teary eye'd Shane they were off.. Thats how Shane ended up here. He was brought by Roman, a man who killed his brother and "saved him". This is why to this day Roman has always acted like an other brother to him, thinking he knows whats best for Shane.

Scanning the area the dark haired male caught sight of his friend from the corner of his eyes. She was standing in a group, it seemed like there was some commotion coming from them. Running off towards her Shane could see the doctor and her assistant. Maybe someone was hurt? Finally reaching Blaire's side Shane smiled widely, looking over at her he began his wonderful news. "Blaire! My shots have gotten so much better, maybe this time they'll-.." But seeing the look on his bright eye'd friends face caused him to turn towards the person she had been starring at. A man, he was sitting on the ground with a large blood gash pouring from his head and into his eye. He wasn't your average looking male either. He looked like a skeleton and that wasn't just his physical state, he was actually tattooed like a skeleton. He had a nose ring and spikes pierced right trough the bridge of his nose. Ouch. Raising an eyebrow Shane made a strange face towards the unknown figure everyone seemed so interested in. "Wow.. Is he bit? He looks kinda.. Gross." He asked loud enough for anyone to hear.

 

[DeersackBatman]

【 Ben 】【 Casual,
Ball 】【Current Location • His room/bathroom - 】 【 Company • HERE 】
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"Honesty saves everyone's time."

His eyes slowly feathered open, eyebrows frowning in the brightness that illuminated his bedroom from the windows surrounding him. Shifting his arm out of under his pillow the blonde male tossed himself onto his back, laying his arm lazily next to his head. Ben gently tipped his head on its side, looking over at the clock that sat next to him on his night table. Seven seventeen. Hm, he had woken a little later than usual. But that was fine, he needed the sleep anyway. He had been working a lot recently. Thankfully he wasn't just a dish boy anymore. It was awesome working as an assistant line chef, too bad his mentor was a ridiculous, overly sarcastic nut. But it was work, it was experience and Ben was willing to take as much s**t from Grant as he possibly could to become the chef he always wanted to be. Ben would one day own his own restaurant, it was one of his lifetime goals and he would work as hard as he could towards that goal. He was determined, ambitious. Shifting his sheets off himself the blonde stood out of his bed, lazily trotting to the his bathroom. Tipping his head up Ben looked at himself in the large mirror that hung above his sink. A hand lifted to rub the sleep from his right eye. Stepping away from the mirror he walked over to his shower, pulling the water on and stepping in. Not like he had any clothes to remove anyway. One would think he was bold walking around his room butterball a** naked with the amount of windows he had. But Ben didn't care, he was born without shame anyway. Good morning world.

His showers never took to long, it also didn't take long for Ben to comb a hand through his hair and get dressed. Obviously not getting dressed for the day, but he didn't plan on putting his suit on until just before the ball. Heading out of his room Ben didn't even bother to shut his door completely. His room was alway kept neat, he wasn't worried about anyone seeing it. Making his way downstairs the blue eye'd male paused at the bottom of the steps as an all too familiar voice called out to him. "Benny!" With a deep sigh the blonde slowly turned himself in the direction of the noise. His eyes shifting over to his mother as she walked up to him.
"Mother." He simple addressed. The brunette woman stepped up in front of her son, lifting a hand she smiled and fixed the front of his slightly messy hair. "The ball is today so don't forget to get yourself ready later, did you shower?" He nodded. He always took a shower in the morning, why was she asking him this? Her hand finally lowered from his head to rest next to herself.
"Good, now I would like to speak to all of you before you all get ready, that includes your cousin. Please make sure your sisters look decent okay Benny boy?" God he hated that nickname with every fiber in his body. "They always look beautiful." He retorted, his mother flashing him a slight smile as she gently pat his cheek. "Benjamin, you know what I mean love." With that the woman placed a kiss on her eldest's cheek before walking off. Ben was quick to wipe that kiss away from his skin.

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After being called into the living room for some type of 'family meeting' Ben sat himself down on the couch. His arm draped over the armrest as he sat with his knees apart. Eyes shifting up to his father who waited for his mother and Lexa to join them. After the ginger female was escorted into the room by their mother Ben's eyes followed the brunette woman over to his father. He cocked a brow as his mother continued, watching his parents shrug to each other. He listened carefully. His eyebrows soon frowned at his mothers words. They had planned this since they were babies? Except for him, apparently they were waiting for someone. It all seemed a little.. Well. ******** up. Ben's eyes narrowed, focusing on his mother as he slowly tilted his head. Giving the woman a confused but almost curious expression. As if he couldn't understand what she was saying, but he knew what she meant. He just thought his mother had gone a little overboard with this, like she did with everything. He could already hear Lexa leap out of her seat, but did he looked over at her. No. He just continued to look at his mother with that same expression, the expression of "are you completely out of your mind?". Even as Lexa shushed their mother Ben just couldn't get the look of complete disbelief and confusion off his face. His mother really was insane wasn't she? Who plans their child's future before they are even born? His attention was only shifted form the woman as the slight weight next to him lifted from the couch. Lifting his head to watch as Cory removed herself from the room and disappeared somewhere else. Typical when Lexa was throwing her famous tantrums. Usually Ben was the one to stop all of Lexa's outbursts. He was the only one in the family that really knew how to calm her down. But not this time, oh no. Let her throw a fit, let her flip the house for all he cared. He didn't agree with this situation just as much as Lexa didn't.

Ben relaxed his expression after looking to his father who was giving him a look. A look that only ever said "just try not to blow up". A Lexa tantrum was more than enough. Rolling his eyes away from his father Benjamin looked down at the floorboards. His attention snapping back to his mother as she mentioned who Lexa was to marry. Caleb? Was she serious!? Out of anyone they knew she picked Caleb Iglesias?! This had to be a joke! The guy was a complete idiot, he was immature and reckless. His eyes followed his mother out of the room as she went after Lexa, returning his attention to his father. "Caleb? You joking?" He sighed to his father, giving him a distraught expression. But Benjamin only got the signs back he knew he would get. "Not your business." Letting out a soft sigh the blonde slumped back in his seat. "Tae for you." He signed over to his son. This only causing Benjamin to roll his eyes even worse than he had before. Jesus christ. His mother soon returned after her little fight with his sister. "Benny, please. Talk some sense into your sister." With that the blonde male stood from his seat, tucking his hands into the pockets of his pants. "What do you want me to tell her mother? Everything will be fine? She's marrying Caleb Iglesias. I mean really? Pick a better idiot next time." He stepped away from his parents on his way out of the room. Stopping in his tracks Ben turned to face them again, waving his hand at his mother. "Or maybe don't? Just don't pick our futures ever." With that he disappeared out of the room.

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After refusing to speak to his mother and father for a while Ben had sat himself in the kitchen. Already making his first coffee for today he rested his socked feet up against the cushion of the chair. His mug in one hand and a book in the other. His bright eyes slowly shifted over the words of his novel as he held his mug in his free hand. Lifting the drink up to his lips to take a sip of his coffee before continuing where he left off. He sat quietly,
enjoying the escape world of his book for a little while longer before a voice cut through his focused thoughts. "Benny boy?" A deep sigh releasing from the blonde as he lifted his head, looking over at his mother. "Would you please go get your sister out of that treehouse? Please." She faked a slight pout. Probably upset with the fact that her golden boy was angry with her. Flipping the book closed Benjamin stood up from his seat, resting his mug and book down on the table before pushing in his chair and heading out to the backyard. Stepping off the patio and only the pillowy grass he walked over to the treehouse that stood in the middle of the two properties. Lifting his head he squinted his blue eyes in the light, frowning his brows at the large building. "Lexa! Out, we got a ball to get ready for! Common, lets go!" He shouted up for his sister, only to be met with her leaving the treehouse soon after. Without a word Lexa moved past him to get into the house. Benjamin didn't waste time getting inside either. Making his way back up to his room to get himself ready for tonights event.

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The house was already filling up with people, everyone knew everyone. Well, minus the fact that everyone wore a mask and didn't know who was who. Fixing the cuffs on his suit sleeves Benjamin lifted his head to look over the small crown that had already formed in his parents ball room. This was boring already. He was only waiting for someone interesting to come in. Dayson hopefully, maybe Brie. Brie was always awesome to hang around. She was funny and brutal and Benjamin loved it. Looking down at his arm to check the time he arched his brows. Lifting his sleeve slightly before moving to the next arm. He didn't have it. Where was his watch? For a moment he back tracked in his mind, standing silent with a confused expression. His car. He had brought it to work with him cause he had broken his old one. Not surprisingly, it really was an old watch. But this one was new and it worked perfectly with his outfit, plus he always had a thing for knowing the time. With that though Ben headed over to the doors of the ballroom, pushing them open he stepped out. Shifting himself aside as a few guests nearly bumped into the quick moving male. "Excuse me." He muttered, half caring. Walking past them he continued his quick stride over to the front door. It wasn't a surprise how fast Ben walked, when working in a kitchen things were always done at a fast pace. Stepping past the butler he turned the knob, pulling the front door open and quickly stepping out onto the porch. His chest bumping a guest (Brie) on his way out. "Didn't mean that, sorry. Also excuse my language." With the the blonde turned around, stepping down the steps and heading over to his car.

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[DeersackBatman]

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"It's whatever."
"Live fast, die young right?"

Profiles Caleb & Noah // With Eachother // Where Cal's room, bathroom, kitchen, Williams ball room // Wearing Twin suits

The light shun past the space between his curtains, painting the room with a hue of brassy light. The bleach haired male tipped his head to the right, tossing it on its side as the warmth of the sun washed over his still frame. An audible groan sounded in the males throat at the harsh beeping of his alarm clock. Reaching a lazy arm out Noah tapped the top of his clock, silencing the blaring that pierced his ears. Flipping his head back up to the ceiling he allowed his hazel eyes to feather open. Looking up at his blank ceiling, a smirk smoothed out on Noah's face. Tossing his sheets off of him he leaped out of bed and headed right for his bathroom. Him and his brother Caleb shared a twin bathroom, there was a door that led to his room and one that led to his twins. Stepping up to the door Noah turned the knob, pushing the door open just slightly he peeked his head in. His eyes setting on a pile of blue and grey covers all bundled up on one side of the bed, Caleb's dark messy hair peeking out from under the sheets. With a devious grin the younger twin allowed the door to creek open completely, silently stalking into the room. once he got at least a foot away from the bed Noah leaped up onto his brothers cover cocoon, shaking him wildly. "Get up you piece of s**t!" He yelped excitedly, kneeling over his brother.

Caleb flinched feeling a harsh shake in his bed, a weight pushing down on the mattress on either side of his waist as Noah knelt over him. Aggressively pushing the covers off his head Caleb squinted his eyes up at his blonde headed brother as the younger male shook him awake. Reaching a hand up he planted it firmly over Noah's face, pushing his head away harshly. This obviously causing a laugh from his younger brother as he sat back slightly. "Get the ******** out." Caleb growled, turning himself onto his side he tucked his hand under his pillow comfortably. His expression still twisted with anger as he forced his eyes shut. Noah shook his head as Caleb tossed himself back onto his side. He was never a morning person, Caleb could stay in bed all day if someone let him. Waking him up was a task his parents wouldn't do, not after the countless tantrums they had to deal with when doing so. But Noah knew Caleb like no one else knew him, he didn't find it as risky to wake his brother cause he knew that Caleb would never really do much to harm him. Other than the occasional punching, pushing and slapping, but the wasn't anything new between the two of them.

"Yo! Cal! We gotta get ready for the ball man common." He informed. Reaching over Noah began patting Caleb's face with his hands, some pats more forceful than others. Caleb simply laid there, keeping his eyes shut tight he arched his eyebrows, scrunching his face angerly as he sat through the annoying patting. "What the hell are you talking about?" Caleb didn't remember anything about a ball. Noah leaned away, taking his hands off his brother he set them on his hips. "The ball dude, the Williams family. You're girlfriend Lexa is going to be there.~ He cooed with a smirk, his voice almost singing her name to him. Caleb snapped his head towards his brother, turning over he lifted his hands and pushed Noah off his bed. Noah landing right on the carpeted floor, right on his a**. "She's not my girlfriend." He muttered, sitting himself up finally. Letting out a deep annoyed sigh the brunette pushed his covers off himself, standing out of his bed in nothing but a pair of navy blue boxers. Noah jumped up to his feet, looking over at his messy haired brother. "Why do you always sleep naked?" He wrinkled his nose in disgust. Caleb lifted a hand, scratching his messy head as he looked over at his twin. "Why do you always sleep in Sonic the hedgehog pajamas? He rudely muttered back, pushing past his younger brother to get to the bathroom.

Noah flapped his lips, making a weird face to imitate his brother before following him into their conjoined bathroom. "Sonic is dope alright, don't hate." He retorted. Walking over to the sink on his side of the bathroom Caleb looked at himself in the mirror. Resting a finger under his eye he pulled his eyelid down looking over the sleepless veins in his eyes. Letting his face go he lifted both hands to rub the sleep away from his face. Noah reached into the shower on his side, flipping on the water to get it running warm. Lifting his hands he pulled off his sonic tank top and tossed it in the clothes bin by the door. "You think anyone is going to know who's who this time?" He asked, moving onto his boxers. Caleb lazily turned away from his mirror, walking over to his side of the shower he pulled the water on hot. "Probably not, your mask covers your hair." "True." Noah agreed before stepping into his side of the shower, Caleb soon stepping into his own shower.

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Noah sat himself on the fin shaped chair in Caleb's closet as Caleb buttoned up his suit jacket. Noah looked up from his shinny brown shoes, looking over at his twin. "Looking goo for a plumber." He joked. Caleb smirked looking over at his brother, smoothing out his suit jacket he leaned over to grab his mask off the shelf. "Thanks Luigi." He replied. Noah chuckling as his brother played along. Once he had finished lacing and tying his shoes Noah stood from his seat, buttoning up his own green suit jacket. Reaching past Caleb he grabbed his own mask. "Masquerade ball, how original." He grinned, turning his head towards his brother Caleb slipped his raven mask over his face. Noah doing the same as his brother spoke. "We should get capes." He joked back, earning a playful nudge from Caleb. The twins made their way out of the closet and out of Caleb's room, heading down the hall and down the stairs towards the kitchen. Noah gently pulled the clip on ball off his lip ring, slipping the piercing off before reattaching the ball and setting it in his back pocket for safe keeping. The two turned their head towards their well dressed mother as she called out to them. "Boys, are you hungry. If so you should eat something before we leave." Noah shook his head, smiling at his mother. "I'm not." Caleb shook his head to show he too wasn't hungry. Tucking his hand in the pocket of his black dress pants Caleb retrieved his phone. Holding the power button he watched as it started up, his phone soon buzzing to notify him he had gotten a message.

From: Lex
Hey Hubby. We need to talk.

Arching his eyebrows in a curious expression Caleb lifted his phone in both hands to send a message back. Hubby? She had never called him that before. But he figured it was just Lex being the weird little redhead she always was. His thumbs tapped away before sending his message and tucking his phone back into his pocket.

To: Lex
Okay..

[Time skip // 9pm]

An audible sigh passed through the brunette as he leaned against the wall, standing right next to the drink table. His twin standing by his side as the two looked around at the crowd of people in the William's ball room. They had left their phones by the door like they were asked too, sadly for Caleb. He was almost always on his phone, it was the extension of his arm, his messages, taking pictures, organizing their online sites and dealing with their online clothing store. His life was on his phone.. Well, some of it anyway. Noah lifted his hands, resting them behind his head he tipped his head up. "Hopefully this night goes by quickly." He muttered to his twin. Caleb slowly nodded in response to his brothers comment. "We gotta put up a new video this week, we also have to think up a new design for Dirty Pig." He mentioned, telling Caleb all the things he already new. Caleb ran most of their shop to begin with. The videos were more towards Noah since Caleb had his hands full with their shop, through they did always edit their videos together. Most of their time was spent together. The twins were very close.

"I still want to open up a formal wear for Dirty Pig." He mentioned. The twins often made their own line of suits and formal men's wear. But their only model and client was Apollo. They didn't complain though, it gave them good practice and Apollo was the perfect face for modeling men's formal. "We'll get there, we just gotta get more sales, the videos are getting more and more popular. Soon we'll be swimming in cash." He smirked looking over at his twin. Caleb returned Noah's grin with one of his own, lifting his hand he smacked his palm with his twins in a high five. Sure their parent's made a lot of money and yes the twins would take over the family business when their parent's passed on. But the twins had a much different vision for their company. They would never mention their ideas to their parents, oh no, they would disagree and probably push the business into Emse's hands. But Caleb and Noah had a much more modern mindset to their parents high fashion looks. "You think Apollo will wear the outfit we made him tonight?" Noah looked at his elder twin, a look of curiosity on his face. Caleb looked back at him, nodding his hand. "Yeah, I mean it looks good on him right?" Noah chuckled at the thought, looking ahead at the crowd again. "Everything looks good on him,
hes a god." Caleb smirked and chucked himself. Looking ahead as well he nodded his head. "I want to look like him one day." He explained, obviously talking about the mas physique.

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