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Post by Hebe Ano Vasilikis on Oct 17, 2009 2:13:02 GMT -5
It was a party. It was a show. It was a festival of lights. Tokyo Settlement was a rumble and a tumble and a glitter and a glamour. Lanterns were hung and pretty, shiny things were decorating lampposts and walls and stalls and stands. People were milling and chilling and dancing and prancing, a fiesta del muerte de la alma and everyone was invited.
A fever was in the air and no one was standing still. Those sitting were twitching and those standing were shaking, moving to music barely heard over the din of the talk and the squawk but still there, oh so very, very there. Streets were filled with dancing and the main square, where the bands and DJs and taped off floors were, was standing room only for the gyrating masses bopping to the beat.
It was dark and it was bright and it was glowing and somewhere in the middle of this mass a little girl with an old soul was grinding up against a man who under other circumstances would never have his hands splayed on young legs, thumbs sliding to hike fabric up to her thighs, and curving with her so she arched against his pelvis.
Hebe grinned as the tempo changed to something heady and fast and dirty, reaching her arms up in the air to wave with the notes. It was di-vine and she tangled her fingers in his hair to pull 'til it hurt, 'cause if it didn't it wasn't fun.
It was a party and staying inside like a good little girl like Anderson wanted her to was the last thing she would ever ever ever do and here she was with a cutie of a grad student glued to her rear and due for a dirt nap at the end of the night if the music stayed sweet and he wasn't up for a fuck. Or even if he was. It was a party and she wanted to do her three favorite things: sway, screw and scream (them, always them).
She grinned and magnanimously hoped everyone else was having as good a time as she was. It was a party and it was killer.
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Post by Harrier Braithewaite on Oct 18, 2009 19:36:01 GMT -5
Lost. Off course. Homicidal big brother persona was in control now, and he was not in the least bit happy about where his "little brother" had decided to relinquish control. The original Harrier had, once more in search of their usual hangout, gone off into the wrong direction and stumbled off into a boisterous show of a party--the exact opposite of their morbidly quiet sanctuary. While he loved his original persona like a big brother would, sometimes he wished Harrier would at least remember where he was going at night...
Regardless, Harrier's other persona made a mental note to acquire a map of this area as soon as possible.
Stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets, he began to weave through the noisy mass of people. "Of all the places," the man muttered low, "did you have to end up here?" While he didn't mind the upbeat music, he was sure that Harrier wasn't too used to this kind of music--after all, he was the one with the superb skills at violin. Still, the music was rather too upbeat for him...
-I'm sorry, onii-sama,- the original persona apologized timidly, -I'll try not to get lost next time...-
"Later, otouto," he growled as he increased his pace, now ripping in-between the various people dancing with the music. He could admonish his "little brother" later, but for now Harrier needed to escape this pulsating hellhole before he decided to establish a new graveyard within the area.
Yet, at that thought an awry grin graced the man's features. Harrier reached a hand into his inner jacket pocket... What a good time it would be to just kill the party in more ways than one...[/i]
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Post by victoria on Oct 19, 2009 13:06:15 GMT -5
A festival... a bloody festival. How delightfully devious.
Mana had made her way into the festival wearing a short black dress and a short hooded cape over her shoulders, along with a skull-shaped half-mask over her face, her black hair falling around her delicate masked face, her soft lips curled into a smirk. She swayed to the music, mixing with people, planning evil things for the night. At first Mana had thought of continuing her symphony tonight with another percussion piece... in layman's terms, she was planning on planting more bombs. But doing such a thing would just not be her style. Two percussion pieces one after the other? That shows no taste! Besides, this place had both japanese and britannians.
Mana was slightly upset that her bombs on Clovisland didn't make as much of a fuzz as she had originally planned. She needed to do something big... something a mere bomb wouldn't do. Perhaps kill a duke? She was going to do an improv piece for this one... for now she was going to mingle. Usually she tried to blend in, but tonight she wanted to call a little attention to herself, reason why she was wearing this short dress, showing off her long legs, with a v-neck that showed a little cleavage, and black and purple makeup around her eyes placed in a tasteful amount, design to allure potential targets. As for the mask? Well, it was a festival of the dead. Mystery always helped to increase seduction...
Mana walked past a few people dancing rather provocatively. She stopped to observe for a while, her attention going to a young woman being rather rough to her dancing partner [Hebe]. Mana bit her lower lip... how interesting, how wild... how... arousing. Mana was glad she was wearing a half-mask, for it hid most of her blush. Sure Mana had had a few flings over the years. A gentleman in Germany, a beautiful maiden in Russia, and so on, and although she loved rough play, sometimes the situation didn't call for it. Most flings were for the sole purpose of her business... planting the seeds of chaos and betrayal into the lives of others. Seducing the weak-willed to make them vulnerable, or to get information, or to simply make them cheat on their powerful life partners... sure she enjoyed it, but she had yet to have the experience of doing it for sheer fun, not just the fun of her work. Then again... being the patron of war was not just a job, it was a lifestyle, and every action in her life, from the music she listened to to the tea she drank in the morning had something to do with it all.
It wasn't odd that what Mana was focusing on was the girl doing the rough work, rather than the poor man who seemed to be enduring the hair pulling to try to ensure a companion in bed. It slightly angered Mana that someone who didn't appreciate the roughness was going to be the one to feel it's sting. What a waste of an experience...
Mana watched for a bit longer, before remembering what she was here to do. Her icy blue-gray eyes started to trail the faces in the moving crowd. She had done her research on high-profile targets... there had to be at least one of them here. Hopefully one of the attractive ones. After watching such display by the girl dancing, she was hoping for a little more than just taking her target to a dark alley and stabbing him or her... no, now she had the need to play with her prey first.
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Post by Zane Burnlight on Oct 19, 2009 13:49:50 GMT -5
Zane picked his way through the crowd, moving as quick as he could from stall to stall. The food in the Settlement was too good to pass up. Without realizing it, he had drifted in the direction of the square. Eventually, the stalls ran out and curiosity kept him on-course for the mass of movement at the middle of everything. A quick flip of his favorite quarter kept him out of the dancing. He decided to stand nearby and smoke instead. A check of his pockets revealed a pack with a lone cigarette, but no lighter or matches. "That's how it always goes," he said to himself. Such was chance, though. Just as he had resigned himself to going without, he caught sight of a woman standing nearby, watching the cluster of humanity in the square as it moved and pulsed in time with the music. She wore a dress that showed off a good deal of her figure - which Zane was grateful for - and an interesting mask on her face. Another coin flip. This one landed the way he wanted and he grinned as he put the coin away and made his way to her. "Excuse me, miss," he started to get her attention. "You got a light?" He held up the cigarette and gave a friendly grin.
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Post by Hebe Ano Vasilikis on Oct 19, 2009 15:56:21 GMT -5
The music, the music, the music came and it went and it rolled like a fog down her arms and chest and legs. It was sweet and lush and dirty as a sin. She rolled her hips with the tempo and grinned as her partner groaned. He was a dear heart, so eager to please, hands between her legs and cupping her through her top. Such a dear one, but so anti-pain. He'd pulled her hands out of his hair, trying to distract from a repeat by mouthing her throat and fingers. Lovely, lovely but so weak. She rolled her eyes across the crowd - and lo, lo, lo, looky there.
A lady dressed to kill. So pretty in black and bruise, a pretty color. And she was watching. Hebe caught her eye and arched again: still watching. Pretty baby.
She pouted when Baby turned away. Come back, come back. She straightened and walked toward where the girl had gone, the man behind her falling over unnoticed from the sudden lack of support. She traced her way though the crowd, stopping every few steps to kiss a smiling mouth. One must always be courteous at a party, after all.
There, there. Pretty baby was standing to the side, out of the mass, and staring off. The skull was in the way, no eyes to gaze at, no gleam to smirk at. No no. Hebe swayed up and stood so she was in front of her, cocking her head, hips still moving to the beat. She raised a hand and hooked a finger into the deep plunge of her top, gripping the fabric lightly, she leaned up until her mouth was a hair from the other's.
"Dance with me."
A beat and any response was stopped as a man with a wild mane stepped forward, waving a cigarette. "Excuse me, miss, you got a light?" She glared at him. Evil man, salting her game. She allowed herself a moment to appreciate his form before hissing at him.
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Post by zero on Oct 19, 2009 16:29:01 GMT -5
In amongst the crowds, a man simply swayed in and out of the flow. Like almost everyone else, he wore a mask - two even. The second one however, he couldn't show that one, not yet anyways. He had come here having tracked down an individual, one who was soiling his organisation's reputation amongst the populace, making them out to be common terrorists that bombed amusement parks. Normally he'd have sent some of his forces out to grab the culprit, and get it over with. However, the relatively simple, yet deadly plan had impressed him, and he wanted the person responsible on his side, they could prove useful if given proper... direction, shall we say? And speaking of that person's plan, they had unfortunately left a particularly noticeable flaw, if one looked properly, which - thankfully - the Britannians hadn't. Still, it wasn't everyday someone made a phone call that led inside some dumpsters, and add in global positioning combined with concurrent ctv, and you had an answer as clear as day.
He slipped into the treeline as he saw his target from a distance, and walked up to them slowly. He however stopped when he noticed two others walk up to the target, one male, the other female - or at least it seemed that way, as the voices were the only indicator. One of them however, seemed vaguely familiar. Odd... this woman seemed strange, there was a sensation coming from her, familiar even. It made one wonder, could she have it? It was not impossible, just a 1 in 3 billion chance was all. That and he couldn't go up to someone and ask "Hey, are you supposed to be dead?" Now could he? He may have been a chessmaster, but even he couldn't make an idea like that work. That, and he had business already planned. Standing against the tree, he mused slightly(his voice modifier set to a slightly more normal voice, rather than the deep monotone that he usually had on), to try and gain the attention of the euro girl. "With all the festivities, you wouldn't think that some of these people had avoided being blown up in Clovisland."
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Post by victoria on Oct 19, 2009 18:12:09 GMT -5
Mana's heart stopped as Hebe stood on front of her. It was hard to shock her, but seeing this particular girl on front of her did the job just fine. As Hebe closed in on her Mana held her ground, her soft lips curling into a smirk, parting just enough to let out a soft breath onto Hebe's lips, the scent of cinnamon carried in her breath, "Dance? I'd be... delighted." she replied. The world around her didn't matter at this moment. There was something about this woman that was... fascinating... at a lack of a better word.
Mana turned to see the young man asking for a light as Hebe hissed at him. Mana reached into a concealed pocket in her cape and tossed a lighter at him, turning her attention back to Hebe, "You can keep it... I have more lighters..." she said in a bit of a dreamy haze.
Zero's words came into her mind as she overheard it, but she didn't care at the moment. She didn't even look at him. She smirked at Hebe,"Let's dance." she reaffirmed, moving forward to close the distance between herself and Hebe, seeking to wrap an arm around Hebe's shoulders to lead her back to the dancing area. She didn't want any distractions at the moment... she wanted to enjoy this.
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Post by Harrier Braithewaite on Oct 19, 2009 18:56:28 GMT -5
Harrier slowed to a stop near the opposite of the dance floor. The more he thought upon it, the more he wanted it done--this act of massacre that had so suddenly appeared in his mind. Whether or not it was because of the spell this show of a party--blaring music, pulsating lights, and all--had cast over him he had the need to shed the life force that was not his own. Even just one would suffice...
-Onii-sama, you're scaring me...-[/i] came the timid voice of his original persona. The grin of the demon widened at this, almost as if he relished the fear of his innocent charge (which he was, but he would never tell that straight to Harrier himself). Now while he wouldn't ever try to completely terrify his "little brother," Harrier felt this need to kill had to be quenched. He would keep his promise, and he would keep protecting him even if it was from himself...
"Hush, otouto," he crooned quietly as he turned around; back into the horde; back to weaving through the crowd. "Sleep now... your onii-sama is hungry."
-But... I'm hungry, too.-[/i] Ahh, now an even more viable reason for manslaughter...
"I know, otouto... sleep now, and when you wake up your onii-sama will have your food." Yes, indeed you will... Killing for the money was much more reasonable than killing to satiate the beast called Bloodlust. Once more Harrier ripped through the couples swaying with the tempo of the addicting tune, not really caring about whom he was separating. After all, Bloodlust was enemy to all when it clouded one's disoriented mind.
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Post by Zane Burnlight on Oct 19, 2009 20:15:35 GMT -5
Zane was surprised, to say the least, when another attractive woman walked up to the one he had spoken to. Even more so when she hissed at him. He didn't have a chance to respond, though, because the lady in the dress handed him a lighter and quickly disappeared into the crowd with a brief comment. "Well, shit. There goes that plan."
He shrugged and lit his cigarette before walking away. There were some trees nearby that looked comfortable enough to sit under. He took a drag and started on his way. As he approached, he could see a figure standing in the darkness. He was wearing a mask, but it was obscured by the shade and the night; Zane couldn't make it out. In spite of that, he decided on being at least somewhat social and stood near the man.
"Hell of a party, huh?" he asked, gazing through the smoke from the cigarette in his hand. "Kinda surprising, given everything that's going on." It was true, too. Clovisland had been attacked not long ago and resistance against Britannia was higher than it had been in years. The thought brought another question to mind.
"How about that crap over at Clovisland? Think it was the Black Knights like the news says? They don't really seem the sort to resort to indiscriminate terrorism like that to me." He wouldn't have joined if they had used such tactics.
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Post by rimychu on Oct 19, 2009 22:49:21 GMT -5
iiee, i am not lost; i am not L O S T ♥ [/b] [/color]walked on and on, she didn't know how long she had been walking around, everything just amused her far too much. Lights, the lights were her biggest amusement, they were glowing and shining and glowing and shining with different colors then came the loud music. Oh yes, the noise made her feel hyper, it made her heart beat faster than she ever thought it could beat. It was all so...amazing. But really, what is a Chinese servant like herself doing in a festival in Japan? It started when her beloved master had some work to do in Japan, like always Kyu never really had a clue what he had to do, even though she would always ask, even though he would always explain, she still didn't have a clue. So 'he' was sent to Japan for awhile and she, being his one and only fateful servant and all followed along. Kyu remembered she was walking around the hotel lobby when she saw a flier lying around about this particular festival and just by looking at all the amazing things on the flier, Kyu was anxious to participate. It's a wonder really what she finds in a few pictures as she finds it hard to read it Japanese, sure she can read the easy stuff but never the kanji and unlucky for her, it was written in Kanji. But not knowing stuff never really let Kyu down before, and it hasn't for 19 years so Kyu asked her beloved master if she could go. Of course he would always be busy but luckily after a bit of begging he agreed to go with her. Soon after looking at the signs and everything that was around her she was bumped into by a small child, the child apologized and she smiled and nodded to accept the apology then she turned back to Shi to see if he was behind her. Eyes blinked, heart stopped, the dear 19 year old looked at the crowd of people behind her, the crowd that didn't contain her master. Kyu blinked, maybe he was just a bit left behind, he could have found something interesting and stopped to take a look. Another thought ran into her mind as she thought of that, "No~" she complained "He better not be flirting with some eleven or britainnia woman!" Jealously, rage had taken over the small blond as she made her way into the crowd to find her playboy master. He wasn't a playboy, no she didn't believe that he was, he just enjoyed using his body and his pretty face to talk with girls, play around for a bit, who knows he could even take them in for a night. She was not letting that happen, this is the reason why she was here in the first place, to prevent this. Kyu's walk became faster every second, every time her heart raced faster, it was either by the sound of the music or just her worries to find Shi-sama making-out with some eleven or even worst britannian woman. But soon, she had lost not only him but herself. Kyu stopped to look around, to find out where exactly she was, the music was louder, people were dancing, hugging, kissing, feeling each other up? Kyu stared at a couple feeling each other up, no, wrong, so wrong and they look so young. Kyu changed her sight, but it was far too confusing, everyone was dancing around and around, not letting her find her blond master. It wasn't their fault that half of them were almost blond, now was it? But her mind stopped, a sudden touch stopped everything, was it her master? No, heck no, it was someone touching her butt, Kyu squeaked and slapped the hand away from her area then ran the other way not even daring to look at whoever had the courage to even do something so perverted. By running she accidently bumped into a couple who were happily dancing, oh - she ruined their happy dance. She stared up at the two women, one who had white-ish hair, another with brown-ish hair, two both very sexy and beautiful woman and she had ruined their happy dance. They also look strong, the eyes of a killer, another squeak came out the blond as she bowed towards them saying sorry for more than 5 times then running out of the dance zone as fast as she could but there was no where out with such excitement in her mind. There was no where out of this festival which now seem like some horrible wonderland instead of this amazing festival she came into with Shi-sama. It wasn't the same anymore, she didn't feel safe either by someone touching her up, but she did know one thing. The music was still as loud as ever, the lights were still glowing, the people were still dancing so she wasn't out of the dance court yet, maybe she was even in the center. Oh this was sad, why were there so many people around? Kyu looked up at the evening sky, she was lost, wasn't she? She was like this lost little puppy who isn't able to find her way home, she was like in this kid's menu at a restaurant where the horsey can get out of the maze. And her owner had left her all alone, sure it could have been her going too fast and getting lost but it could also be him flirting with some other lady. No, it was not fair, it was never fair. She was lost, all alone in place where people were dancing happily while he would be off somewhere with some chick. Kyu started to tear up a bit and whimper, this was not the way she had planned out her festival on the way here. It was not supposed to go down like this. How did she become so unlucky!? Why did she become so unlucky!? "Why!!?"
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Post by zero on Oct 20, 2009 16:47:23 GMT -5
Zero raised an eyebrow behind both his masks. Whoever this white haired woman was, she certainly showed... interest in his target to say the least. The male in the small group walked over to him, seemingly rejected by the target. "Hell of a party, huh?" Oh, the man had no idea of the kind of guests that were here - if he even knew that it was Zero behind this mask... "Kinda surprising, given everything that's going on." "Tell me about it, days are getting crazier." Zero responded, to keep up with the small talk. "How about that crap over at Clovisland? Think it was the Black Knights like the news says? They don't really seem the sort to resort to indiscriminate terrorism like that to me." "I'll be honest, both the news and military wouldn't be able to recognise a real black knight if they saw one. The Black knights don't get innocents involved, they're just an audience." Was his response. Sure it might raise a few questions raised, but why should he care? Chances were the two of them would only meet this one time, and after that - never again.
He had however, not yet taken his eyes off the target, who had begun to dance with the white haired mistress he suspected of carrying 'it'. Soon into their little waltz together, a small blonde girl bumped into them, apologised, then ran off. Hmm... she seemed troubled, and she certainly didn't look japanese or britannian. Chinese perhaps? In which case, what was she doing here? Though he was curious, he felt that he couldn't lose sight of the target, not after he was so close. What would he do...? He hated having to stick to his virtues at times. Chasing after the blonde haired girl, he made his way through the crowds, marking the treeline and remembering the approximite location of his aquaintance - hopefully those two women would stay within his line of sight. He found the damsel shortly, teary eyed and screaming to the heavens, seemingly in search for a divine answer. "I can't answer the 'why' little miss, but I can at least help you out with the 'how'. Now you're a bit young to be out by yourself, so I'm assuming you came with someone. In which case, the reason you are crying is because they mean ever so much to you, and you have lost track of them within this immense crowd. The party's main stage provides a good view of the entire area, it'd be easy to find someone as long as you remember the mask he will have been wearing - unless he wasn't, which will make him stick out even more like a sore thumb. Shall we go then, little fox?"
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Post by Hebe Ano Vasilikis on Oct 20, 2009 17:25:40 GMT -5
She smiled as Baby smirked at her, exhaling a lovely acceptance. "Dance? I'd be... delighted." The vile interloper was still there, but as she was tempted to push him off, her pretty pretty baby pulled a lighter out of a concealed pocket and tossed it in his direction, "You can keep it... I have more lighters...", before backing Hebe up to the edge of the crowd. "Let's dance." She grinned and let the taller woman wrap an arm around her shoulders and shove her into the mass, bodies everywhere undulating around them. This one was a treat, so soft and yummy. She moved to the music, pressing her front to the other's, leaning up to lace her arms around her neck before rolling her torso to a particularly naughty chord. It was a party and everyone was celebrating the chaos. She laughed at the sight; war and famine and pestilence had ravaged, and a little music could bring them together. If it weren't for the array of tasty treats to pick from and the general mischief, she might have gone on an endeavor to erase such occasions forever. Alas, she must be selfish and sing in the dark of the night. A sudden bump shoved her into her pretty one, turning her head to see a little blond child frantically apologize. Hebe cocked her head at her, unconsciously pausing in her dance. The little one was so..... innocent, what was she doing here? She ran her eyes over the little one and smirked. How di- vine, to have such a pretty little thing trapped in the middle of this place. One such as her would not get away unscathed. She glanced back up at her partner, much closer, if possible, from the bump. 'But not tonight. I have a playmate already to please.' She curled her hands into Baby's hair, pulling her down to press their foreheads together, and licked her cheek as an apology for being distracted. ( What am I wearing~
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Post by victoria on Oct 20, 2009 18:37:20 GMT -5
Mana grinned with mischief as the dancing began, moving her body to match Hebe's undulations, purposely shifting her personal beat at times to force a collision. Mana never took her eyes off the white haired woman, being completely and undeniably mesmerized by her. Mana had one arm around Hebe's waist, her hand trailing down her curves, while her other arm rested on Hebe's back, rising up. In this moment the world didn't exist... in this moment her dream was complete, if only for a few seconds, if only for a split second. The music played, but the bodies around her, regardless of how close, felt like simply waves in an ocean.
Then it was all interrupted as a blonde girl bumped into them. Mana turned immediately to glare at her, but her glare softened to an almost predatory look through the eyeholes of her mask. Such innocence... such purity in those eyes. Mana gripped Hebe tighter, reminding herself of her glorious company. Had it been any other night Mana would have unleashed the wonders of her twisted mind upon someone so innocent.
Mana returned her attention to Hebe as the blonde girl apologized, dismissing her presence rather quickly and returning her attention to the haunting woman with white hair. Mana let out a grunt of lust as Hebe's fingers curled into her hair, quickly raising one hand to fling her mask backwards and away from her face just before their foreheads met. The mask was a problem at the time, and she was glad to be rid of it. Mana let out a soft moan that was taken away by the music as her cheek was licked. She slid her hand by Hebe's cheek in a gentle caress, reaching to the back of Hebe's head, her fingers curling to hold the white locks, firmly pressing herself even closer to Hebe as she brushed her cheek against Hebe's, speaking into her ear in a moan of a whisper, audible only to Hebe in the loud music, "The only way this night could be more perfect is if the world burned tonight." After uttering those words Mana trailed her lips over the rim of Hebe's ear, before clamping her teeth in a playful nibble over Hebe's earlobe, letting out a devious snicker, never breaking the wave of her dance.
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Post by Zane Burnlight on Oct 21, 2009 16:47:41 GMT -5
"I'll be honest, both the news and military wouldn't be able to recognise a real black knight if they saw one. The Black Knights don't get innocents involved, they're just an audience." The masked man said. Zane couldn't help but laugh. "That's true. That's very true," he said, still chuckling. He was about to comment on how embarrassing it must be for the Britannians when his companion rushed off into the crowd without so much as a word. What the hell? he wondered. Can't make a friend here to save my damn life. He took a long drag off of the cigarette and walked away from the trees. He thought he had seen alcohol somewhere back in the vendors.
As he was walking, a young man ((OOC: Harrier)) with a strange look on his face crashed into him. The kid had been clearing a path through the crowd. He was practically running. Zane refused to budge, though, and the boy bounced off of him. "Watch where you're going, you little bastard." At that speed, he was gonna wind up hurting someone. More importantly, the kid had knocked his cigarette out of his hand. Without another word, he turned and bought a beer before returning to the center of the party.
A quick glance revealed that the women from before were still dancing together, pressed against each other in a way that would have been considered obscene in nearly any other situation. He considered joining the dance with some random girl, but decided against it. No telling what kind of women were in that mess, and while he was incredibly fond of women in general, even he had standards. We went back to his tree and continued working on his beer.
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Post by rimychu on Oct 22, 2009 22:41:47 GMT -5
eto-- is it really my long awaited mask H E R O ? ♥ [/b] [/color] around her were starting to stare at the 19 year old who had just screamed out 'why'. Stare, stare, stare, stare, "stop staring at me" she thought, "look away", "There is nothing to see here". But they wouldn't stop, they just wouldn't stop staring at her. It wasn't a regular stare, it was a scary stare, their stares were like glares, passing through her, giving her shivers. Save me, save me, save me, yelled a voice inside her, "save me shi-sama, save me from all these glares". But Shi-sama was here, no one was here. She was lost, why? Had she forgotten that she was lost? Maybe the glares and the stares had gone to her but she didn't blame them for staring at her, not so much. Well, there wasn't much to blame who wouldn't stare at this 19 year old blondie who had just fallen onto her kneels in the middle of a huge crowd and yell 'why'. If she was in the crowd, she'd definitely be staring. But yet, someone had come to save her, to get her out of the stares. Did she know who had came upon her? No. He had a mask on, she couldn't picture him as anything, he looked tall yet he didn't seem like this big guy, like those security guards. "I can't answer the 'why' little miss, but I can at least help you out with the 'how'."The blond blinked, how did he know her ' how' question? Was he some sort of a mind reader? How did he know? And who was he really, just some guy with a mask who turns up to save her in a big crowd seems some what weird, doesn't it? To Kyu, not at all. She was just glad someone was there to answer her questions nontheless if he read her mind to answer it. She just wanted her answers. "Now you're a bit young to be out by yourself, so I'm assuming you came with someone. In which case, the reason you are crying is because they mean ever so much to you, and you have lost track of them within this immense crowd." She was not young, she was far from young. She was freakin' 19, she was legal and being legal is not young. "I am not young," she pouted while interrupting him. "I may look small and helpless but I am not young" a frown came upon her as she pouted further, her lips moving forward every time. But he was right, she did come with someone and he did mean alot to her. Wait, Kyu thought, let me rephrase that. He meant a lot to her, not anyone because he just left her there all alone to be saved by this mask hero. A thought struck her head, she had always wanted to be saved by a masked hero, every since she saw those cartoons when she was young, she even remember making her brother wear a mask and make him save her. But it wasn't so exciting, she knew it was her brother, but this time it was exciting. She didn't know this man, or was he even a man? He sounded like a man but still, who knows. "The party's main stage provides a good view of the entire area, it'd be easy to find someone as long as you remember the mask he will have been wearing - unless he wasn't, which will make him stick out even more like a sore thumb. Shall we go then, little fox?"Was he wearing a mask? Who was wearing a mask? Shi-sama? She didn't remember him wearing a mask, she wasn't wearing a mask so she doubt he would unless he was out with some girl and didn't want her to see and put a mask on. That would be just so ... mean. But another question arose her, how did this man know that Shi-sama was a he? Okay it was pretty obivous that Shi-sama is a guy but how did he know that she was with Shi-sama, a guy? Not someone else, a girl maybe? It was weird but still she wasn't going to turn anything down, especially not help from a masked hero. "Y-yes" she nodded as she got up from her kneeling and walked off with her so called masked-hero. Everyone was masked, but why did she exactly call this one a hero? Obviously because he was the one that saved her from that awful crowd which she now had left and the rest went back to their happy dance. Maybe that's all they wanted really, her out of the way so they can dance. Following him, they had made it to the so-called ' party's main stage', now maybe they could find him. "I don't see Shi-sama still" Kyu moaned, "what if he left without me and went back to the hotel with a girl he picked up" tears pondered around her eyes once more. "it's not fair" she complained pulling onto the mask-hero's sleeves. __________________________________ Words;; 1047 Muse;; D: there were some muse Note;; I had no idea what I was writing, I know there are tons of grammar and spelling mistakes in there but I am too lazy to check. Hope no one minds Dx Outfit;; clicky~ [/size] [/blockquote][/ul]
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