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Post by JESS¿ on Apr 7, 2013 0:15:02 GMT -8
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Hungry? Well you came to the right place, here you have pork, chicken, shellfish, salads and anything else you can think of. This is the only area that has tables, so finding a seat is easy, a table, not so much. Relax and enjoy the pricey meal, its on the house. | [cs=3][atrb=style,width: 460px; text-align: center; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px;]
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Have some fun start making a posting order, Destiny will post randomly when it hits midnight in character.
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Apr 7, 2013 9:23:55 GMT -8
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I'M YOUR LITTLE HARLOT, STARLET queen of coney island, raising hell all over town. sorry about it It was never much fun to go to such formal events without a date, yet Kittim was open-minded enough that he could see the possibilities. He was young, beautiful, and available, going to a place where many rich and handsome men would be. There was a chance one of them would be single and more than willing to keep Kittim company for the night. Even if wealth was out of the question, he would welcome anyone fun and exciting. The possibilities were endless.
If it was just one night where he played some man’s Cinderella for a few romantic hours, he would be satisfied. In his own opinion, Kittim was sure he looked the part. He was elegant and beautiful with his blonde hair pinned back and decorated with ornaments that sparkled under the light. He was mysterious under the decorated mask of crawling golden vines and sparkling threads his large, amber eyes peering out from. With just a touch of makeup to his lips and around his eyes, he was certain he was quite the sight.
The edges of his gown hovered inches from the floor, sporting shimmering, sheer fabric in a multitude of cascading layers. He bunched the cloth in his hands, lifting it out of the way of his clicking heels as he walked towards a table. When he let go of the fabric and let it fall back around his legs, he took a moment to smooth his hands down it. He adjusted the fabric vines straggling down the dress. They matched his mask and extended up his dress to cover the barest minimum of his chest with curls of rose shaped figures.
Kittim wouldn’t be happy if no one noticed just how stunning he was in even his dress, a dress that his adorable older sister helped pick out for him. She always did have the best sense of style. He was certainly glad she was back, though he hoped she wouldn’t get involved in all the insanity happening in town. This was a night to forget all that though so he banished any further thoughts. Instead, he plucked a carrot from the platter and brought it to his lips, looking around. Who would keep him company tonight?
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Post by ALEC MATTHEWS on Apr 7, 2013 18:18:13 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:500px;,bTable]drown my will to fly words 560tags Kittim&Lucas notes Since we have to set it all up, right? Alec stared at the envelope in his hand, embroidered with only the finest details from the finest crafstman in Los Angeles. Inside was something even more magical and mysterious - an invitation to a masquerade event. Scoffing at his misfortune, he tossed the letter to the ground and sat back down on his bed. Yesterday he got out of the house for the first time in a while, but it still wasn't enough to cure his insomnia. Now, at 11:30 in the morning. he lay there wide awake on that same bed, wondering why he hadn't gone off the deep end and just killed himself.
He was a nervous wreck, still jumping at every little sound and scared of every little shadow. Alec was still in disbelief about everything going on, but now, in the silence of his own room, he began to think about everything in vivid detail. He closed his eyes, picturing the Anaheim Convention Center...then it flashed to the gym with Lucas, the crazy woman, and that beast...and then to the natural history musem where he was nearly killed...nothing made sense, and the vivid dreams he had been having were even stranger. Somehow, though, he knew they weren't dreams...these were a reality, once upon a time, and he fit into the role of this grand picture somehow.
It was too much, though. He had nothing left to lose except his life, so why not go ahead and take care of that too? Yet he was too much of a wuss. Something like that took courage - something he didn't have. Frowning, he rolled over and took another look at the invitation. He wanted to go because it could be the one thing that he could use to get his mind off the chaos. But he had no one to go with. It was ridiculous! Alyssa was probably busy and Kittim...he wasn't going to ask the pretty young guy to go with him to a masquerade. Without thinking, he picked up the phone and dialed Lucas's number to see what he was up to.
"Hey. Listen...are you free today? I really need someone to talk to. It's kinda important. Could we meet at the mall or something?"
Alec would have left a message had Lucas not bothered with answering, but if his luck was turning, Lucas would have answered and would already be on his way to the mall. It wouldn't take the small teen to get ready - in fact, he didn't much care for showering or anything right now. He'd toss on some clothes and just go. It was morning and he knew that if he stepped outside, he wouldn't see those eyes. Not unless he looked for them. But yesterday helped him to cope a little better - today, he was going to change his stroke of luck. He was going to get out and do something fun, and he was going to start enjoying life again!
Out of curiosity, Alec sent a quick text to Kittim after his short phone call. He wanted to know how he was coping with the injuries and all. Last they spoke he seemed to be fine, barely acknowledging his entire reason for being in the hospital. It was a simple "hey how are you?" text, but it was enough.
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Post by NAOS DIA on Apr 9, 2013 3:27:16 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #121212;]words: 643 tag(s): Stage 2 date: May 2nd There's a gap where we meet, where I end and you begin. The first thing Naos did when he got his invitation in the mail was completely hide it from those responsible for him. The young boy had never been to a fancy party… if any sort of real party at all for that matter. It was just another thing that his parents kept him from when he was living at home. He wasn't about to let this get away from him, and in his odd form of teenage rebellion he decided that he was going to go by himself no matter what that took. He wasn't interested in doing anything naughty while there, he just wanted the experience of going and the experience of being there without having to hover near anyone. He had told his guardian that he was going to the movies with someone he had met from school. Thankfully, the lie didn't have to go further than that, as nothing else was asked and he was given permission. There was some misunderstanding with the idea of a masquerade ball, though. Sure, he understood that it was a bit formal. However, he had assumed he was to show up in more of a costume at the same time. After researching Clayton Moore during his journey across the Hollywood Walk of Fame, he had oddly enough settled on the idea of something Lone Ranger inspired. While he had a star pin, black mask, and the white cowboy hat, he didn't really have anything like a suit or tux on such short notice. He put on some nice, if not a bit narrow, black slacks. His shoes were a suitable pair of black boots, and his top at first was just an off-white button-up with a black vest. However, when he looked at himself in the mirror it just didn't seem quite right. Having no proper suit jacket of his own, he dug into his female cousin's closet without really asking and wound up taking her black jacket-cape. It was a little bit big for his frame, but it was just what he needed. The star pin was placed on the left side of the cape to complete the look, and then he was out the door. Unfortunately for him, it wasn't until he actually arrived at the mansion that he realized it wasn't really that sort of masquerade. He was disappointed to have the stark white cowboy hat taken from him at the door. The jacket/cape almost fell to the same fate had he not insisted on keeping it on. The big pockets were nice for keeping things like his phone and glasses handy, and he didn't want to be separated from that. The loss of his cowboy hat was gotten over quickly, too. He was immediately absorbed in the party's atmosphere. The people were fascinating to eavesdrop on, despite how incredibly trivial he found their conversations, and the mansion itself was a lot of fun to examine. Between getting his hands all over decorative antiques that he probably shouldn't have been touching and happily dancing with little old ladies who thought he was cute, Naos was thoroughly enjoying himself. After a bit of fun, he eventually found himself in the banquet hall. Free food? Yes, please. Naos piled an assortment of fancy fruits onto a plate and then started looking around the dinning hall for somewhere to sit. The tables were limited and nothing was entirely empty. It was good enough just to find a table with more than one empty seat. He approached the one with what appeared to be a lovely lady wearing gold dress. " Is this space taken?" It was probably better to ask before sitting. He was trying to stay somewhat low-key on the off chance that someone he knew was also at the party, so he didn't want to cause any scenes by somehow offending any strangers. (ooc: Hope this post is okay. /o\ Suit jacket/cape is this in black! Also, pin and mask.) |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2013 17:29:43 GMT -8
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Lucas let go of the barbels, the sweat rolling down the deep striations in his biceps. As he exhaled the breath he had been holding in, the weights hit the floor with a loud bang. They rang out in the near empty gym. Since the incident with that monster, no one came anymore. The bodybuilder moved his hair out of his eyes and sighed as his injuries from that day twinged. Even his body wouldn't let him forget.
The red head still had nightmares about that monstrosity. It was the third sort of horror he had to face since he moved to Los Angeles, but he wondered if he would have had to fight back home in Canada, just alone. That woman had definitely been a reason why he survived, despite not wanting to admit it. Alec had played a role too. He couldn't have let the poor guy get killed, not when that thing was after him.
The red headed hulk picked the weights up once more and paused for a moment. He wasn't sure why, but he set the weights down once more, gently this time and pulled out his phone. It was on silent and had he not just wanted to check the time he would have missed the phone call he was receiving. It was from Alec. Lucas smiled gently and answered the call.”Hey little guy. Huh...? well you know my schedule. Eat, sleep, pump iron. I think i can pencil you in though, if you want.” he said with a chuckle, the laugh dying as he heard the boy's tone. He frowned. “I'll see you there in ten minute ok? I wont even change.” He sighed and hung up the phone after a quick goodbye. He felt just awful that Alec sounded off, he wished he knew what was bothering him.
Ten minute felt like an eternity t the tall man as he waited in the food court, booster juice in hand. He was sitting on one of the padded benches, to distracted by the thoughts of Alec to care about the girls and guys staring at him, some winking, others upset. It didn't take long for him to spot the kid and to go running up to him like a lost puppy. They exchanged greetings and the like, before Alec presented the tickets.
Normally Lucas would have been against such an event. He preffered the club scene, but something told him it meant something to Alec to go. And so he agreed.
It was lucky they were in the mall, as it gave the big man a chance to buy the tuxedo he never owned. It was a simply suit, black with a white shirt and silvery tie. Nothing exceptional, or crazy. Those were more expensive and he was not going to spend more then three hundred dollars on a suit. Then he remembered it was a masquerade party.
And so Lucas spent more then he wanted to on a black and white tuxedo with sharp triangles patterned into the jacket. It was something Lady Gaga would have her boyfriend wear. It was coupled with a rather pointy mask as well.
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Apr 23, 2013 20:05:32 GMT -8
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I'M YOUR LITTLE HARLOT, STARLET queen of coney island, raising hell all over town. sorry about it The chattering of the surrounding people floated around the massive room filled with tables and seated people, enjoying the foods laid out for them. He lingered by a table that was surprisingly empty except a plate of vegetables which he picked at every so often. A few minutes had passed yet no one took notice of him! Kittim pursed his lips in something like a pout until the sound of footsteps rang out over the clamor. He turned before the redhead spoke. He just wanted to sit? Boring. “No, go ahead and sit.” He waved to a seat.
He let out a sigh as he pulled out the chair and sat down. Earlier in the day, he had passed the time at the mall where he had received a text from Alec. The other eighteen year old needed a ride to the mansion where the ball was held. He certainly didn’t mind doing a favor for someone as cute as him but his mood was spoiled by the muscled man that tagged along. Kittim didn’t forget people when they left an impression on him and Lucas certainly left one, albeit not a good one.
Nevertheless, he brought them in his cherry red mustang convertible though he wasn’t sure where they were now. His sigh, however, pertained more to the lack of interest shown to him. Wasn’t he beautiful? How was he supposed to be someone’s Cinderella if no one noticed him? Cupping his cheek in a palm, he glanced back to the other boy. He was kind of cute even though he didn’t say a single word about how pretty he was. “What’s your name?” Kittim questioned with a light smirk on his painted lips. “I’m Kittim.”
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Post by ALEC MATTHEWS on Apr 25, 2013 11:00:44 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:500px;,bTable]drown my will to fly words 760tags Kittim&Lucas&Naos notes Since we have to set it all up, right? Meeting Lucas at the mall really sparked a change in Alec's mood. Without thinking, he leaned forward to hug the man, only to realize that he was in the mall, so an awkward hand flew to the front to shake his hand instead. They proceeded to find something nice to wear, which actually didn't take all that long. Alec's attire consisted of a tuxedo, much like Lucas's, but with a solid black vest and a bright red tie. Since this was a masquerade event, he needed some sort of mask... He finally decided on a very simple mask: it was solid black with the left half painted red with lots of glitter. Alec wasn't a fan of the "fabulous" mask, but he thought it was at least more masculine than the majority of other masks. The two spent time picking out clothes and purchasing them before heading back to the food court. A few more messages from Kittim and it had been decided that he and Lucas would ride to the event with Kittim, who also happened to stumble upon a ticket of his own. Things were slightly awkward on the way there, but after they arrived everything seemed to be better. Alec had started to talk to him about the ridiculous happenings going on with him while heading back from the mall, but ever since the duo encountered that beast at the gym, he knew that it was understood between them that things would never be the same. It wasn't something that either of them really liked to discuss, that was a given. But Alec did want to tell him about the things going since he had been able to see auras. After arriving and checking out a few different areas, Alec pulled Lucas close to him in a corner. There was no one around for a good fifteen feet, and with a constant chatter in the air, it would be difficult to eavesdrop on a conversation anyway. "Lucas...I need to talk to you about something. I know you don't want to talk about it, but I do need you to at least listen, okay?" He sat down and offered Lucas a chair before diving into detail about the past few days. "The other day, something happened. I'll tell you about the incident at the museum, but I'm sure you heard on the news about it. I was there for that, too. But I received some sort of marking..." He paused for a moment and took his left hand out of his pocket, holding it close for Lucas to see. "I've been seeing things lately. In the shadows...around midnight especially. Red eyes...they f-follow me everywhere. I can't get away from them. It's really s-scary...I don't know who else to tell or what to do, but I'm afraid. They haven't harmed me, but I feel like they're evil. I also have a scroll with some ancient text on it. And a shard from a tablet that was shattered that nearly killed me. I promise I'll explain more later, but I really just can't deal with this. You've probably noticed that I've been tired lately and have looked really out of it. That's why. I haven't slept well until yesterday, and I've been trying to cope with these changes."He took a breath of air and continued his story, trying to keep it brief and to the point. "There's something else, too. I can remember things...a lot of things about the Spirit Kingdom. And then there's one more thing. You're green. I don't know what that means, but I can see a green aura around you. Kittim has a blue aura. But everyone else I've seen is gray. So...yeah. Any ideas?" Alec noticed a server standing close by and stopped before he could get close enough to hear anything. He nudged Lucas for a second so he would pay attention to that guy, too. Chances were that he would not get a good answer here, but at least he could ask for advice. Lucas was the only person he had in his life that could understand the ridiculousness of everything. Oh, and Kittim. But he hadn't really thought Kittim wanted anything like that brought up. Last time they met, most of what happened went unspoken. He wondered if Kittim had been having luck like that lately...time would tell. Right now, though, he wanted to just get this off his chest and try to enjoy the party. TuxedoMask |
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Post by NAOS DIA on Apr 27, 2013 7:17:56 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #121212;]words: 494 tag(s): Stage 2 date: May 2nd There's a gap where we meet, where I end and you begin. Upon receiving his permission to sit, Naos quickly took a chair and began helping himself to the plate of fruit. May's climate in Los Angeles was a bit too warm for him. It already felt like summer. However, he did have an appreciation for what sort of crops could be grown in the hotter regions of California. Back home he couldn't imagine finding some of the things he managed to pick up at the markets unless the season or import timing was just right. He ate so many avocados. So, so many. As picked away at his plate, his eyes were still scanning the crowds. He was still looking around for people he might recognize in order to avoid them, but at the moment he was also just scoping down random people and imagining in his head what their backstories must've been. For example, there was a tall, thin woman in a poofy black gown that matched well with her equally voluminous hair. He imagined that she perhaps bred and raised poodles, much to the chagrin of her unhappy-looking dinner partner who may or may not have been her cat-loving husband. Considering how quickly he was drinking, he was probably a lawyer who lost one too many cases. Naos let out a small light laugh at the idea, but the boy's attention was stolen from that moment. Now there was actually someone talking to him. His eyes turned to Kittim when he was addressed. The person speaking was the very person who had allowed him to sit at the table, which wasn't really surprising. It was normal to start up a conversation with a tablemate even if he or she was a stranger, right? That's how high school worked, so perhaps all big social gatherings were similar in that way. Naos returned the smirk with a wide and friendly grin. " Call me Reid," he answered, tipping an imaginary cowboy hat in the place of the one that had been taken from him earlier that night. The name was a lie, of course, but for the moment it seemed to him an appropriate one. He was there in an outfit inspired by the Lone Ranger, so it only seemed fitting to borrow the character's name and gentlemanly gestures. The other person's name was more interesting though. Kittim. Kitten? Kitti? Katherine? Hm. " Kittim is a very unique name. I haven't heard someone else use it before. It's sort of Hungarian, I think." He found people in the US had the oddest names and he knew it wasn't always useful to ask of their origins. Having such a tossed salad of ethnicities that had spread out and mixed over the generations meant that the diversity in naming was astounding and sometimes random. " It's nice to meet you. Have you been enjoying the party?" He took another quick look around. " I'm still a little new to Los Angeles, so it's exciting to see so many different people here." |
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Post by DESTINY on May 2, 2013 18:50:21 GMT -8
"Excuse me! Your attention please?!" One of the many attendants of the party called out to the nearby crowd. The clock had just stroked twelve, and there was a group of workers who just finished setting up a few large tv's so that everyone would be able to witness Mr. Lexington's speech. "If you would all look here please, Mr. Lexington will be making his speech now." The attendant turned on the TV and turned up the speakers, then waked away to continue doing their job.
The tv showed some of the events from stage one before the camera man was knocked over.
Just then small bug-like creatures started to appear, crawling from the vents, over the tables of food and into the dinning area. They entered from the exits, meeting people as some tried to escape. Those closest to the exits were quickly overrun by the swarm. These bugs had pointed tails, using them to stab into their victims like bees. Some even started to bite and burrow into the their victims. These bugs have not made their way to the center of the room yet, only working on the humans closest to the exits.
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2013 5:04:35 GMT -8
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Lucas smiled to his young fried, patting him gently n the shoulder as they arrived. Lucas eyed the buffet table with lust and hunger. How long had it been since he ate a good meal? He lifted his foot, ready to make his way toward the table when he felt himself being pulled. It seemed Alec wanted his attention. Lucas looked at the table once more, sighing gently. He sat down in the chair across from Alec.
He listened closely to the boy as he spoke, not even nodding to indicate he was listening. Lucas may as well have been set it stone. “I've had quite a few changes myself.” He said with a weak chuckle. He carefully took Alec's hand and smiled, a true and genuine smile. “Hey, look buddy. If you want someone to protect you, just ask, ok?” He had no idea why he was even saying this, but Alec... was special. Lucas gulped slightly as he felt his hear race, looking into those blue orbs. ”Yes... the earth kingdom.” Lucas said simply, remembering the cleric he had once been; that man, tired of battle but fighting for a cause he may no have agree with.
It seemed history liked to repeat itself.
Lucas leaned closer to Alec, something inside him wanted this, to be closer to the boy. To touch him gently, comfort him and hold him close without ever letting go.
An announcement brought Lucas back. He looked towards the center of attention, blinking at the TV as it was turned on. ”So we finally get to know what this whole shindig is about.” he smiled to Alec, shuddering slightly. This kid brought out feelings he hated about himself. Jesus christ Alec was a man! And so was he! Lucas felt sick for a moment.
He turned his attention back t the screen, watching as the man, Lexus-tin or something, finally revealed the beast he had hunted, and what he saw was enough to make Lucas sick again. What had to be one of the biggest bugs he had ever seen. At least, he thought it was a bug, but it was certainly a monster. The creature was stirring behind the man, and it was... oh Christ it was talking! With a flash, it broke the bars that held it, making Lucas stand quite suddenly. His powerful muscles tensed, a few pressing against the tight fabric of his suit. He threw his mask away and looked to Alec, his jaw set. He looked around again, wanting to find an exit, or something. He had to get Alec out of here, then maybe make something heavy to squash that bug thing.
He was completely taken aback by the smaller bugs. Lucas shivered a little, as he watched one burrow its way into a woman. She screamed in horror and agony, and he simply watched. He needed metal and fast. There was no way he was going to common any just yet. “Alec! Get me a damn candle holder or a shit-ton of cutlery, I need a weapon!” He yelled, looking back at his date.
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Post by ALEC MATTHEWS on May 10, 2013 12:06:43 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:500px;,bTable]drown my will to fly words 572tags Kittim&Lucas&Naos notes Work dat metal cowboy~ So Alec had learned that Lucas was from something called the Earth Kingdom. He himself knew that he belonged to what was once known as the Spirit Kingdom, recalling that there were five different ones. Previously, he hadn't put the two together, but now that Lucas had given him that information, he started to understand things a bit more. Reality set in as he realized that Kitim was probably from the Water Kingdom because of his blue aura. Not that the whole notion was still ridiculous, but Alec was getting better with all of this stuff. He saw Lucas transform a weight into a hammer with little to no effort just a little while back. That probably had something to do with being involved in the Earth Kingdom. Alec didn't have any physical abilities like that - hell he didn't feel stronger, faster, or anything, really.
About that time, the announcer had everyone's attention. The owner of the mansion was thanking everyone for coming and a bunch of other random stuff. Alec wasn't that interested; he was mainly focused on the hand still resting on his. Lucas's strong hand....he offered protection for Alec, which was exactly what he was seeking. Comfort in someone stronger than himself. More powerful than a scrawny kid like him. Sure he'd been working out the past three weeks or so and he had even noticed a difference in his own health, but it was still insufficient compared to the ginger.
At the sound of multiple gasps, Alec focused back on the display to see a creature like none other. His insides churned, tying themselves in knots and causing the teen to feel very nauseated. He went pale as soon as the creature began speaking, only to find out that it was very intelligent. Its words were very pronounced, but there wasn't an accent that Alec could pick up on.
Without warning, Lucas jumped to his feet and began looking around. Panic washed over both of them as Alec began searching for the source of that odd sound. By the exits, strange-looking bugs were coming from vents and taking over. He heard the masculine voice booming in his ear, and Alec knew what he was about to do. They were sitting on chairs that were metal, which gave him an idea. He darted toward one of the tables, reaching down and jerking the tablecloth away, causing a mess of food to crash to the floor. On the other side of the table was a metal chair; Alec ducked into and pulled the chair underneath the table (it would have made more sense to go around and get it, but he wasn't thinking at the time) while his mask dropped to the floor. On instinct, he threw the chair to Lucas, who was only about ten feet away. With that, the man would be able to make whatever weapon he needed.
The only weapon Alec had was his knife, which he promptly pulled out of his back pocket and opened. The serrated blade had been recently sharpened, and he hoped that it would take care of anything that came in his path. His eyes scanned the area for signs of Kittim, but he couldn't find the young man. Alec said a silent prayer, hoping that he made it out and wouldn't have to go through this again. He knew the man had seen enough at the convention center.
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on May 10, 2013 14:43:04 GMT -8
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I'M YOUR LITTLE HARLOT, STARLET queen of coney island, raising hell all over town. sorry about it The changes that occurred to him at the hands of the strange blonde woman—who he hadn’t seen or heard of since then, but a feeling deep down suggested he never would—had changed his life. He still wasn’t sure whether it was a good or a bad thing yet, however, he had no reason to regret accepting her outstretched hand. She healed him—or that’s what he assumed she did. Not a scar blemished his well-cared for skin now. Of course, that wasn’t even half of the gift she bestowed on him.
He liked being someone who stood above the crowd as a face everyone knew and remembered. He always liked to think he was something special. In a way, he felt like that rang more true now. Or, at least he deserved to be. So he felt justified to be more than a little offended that no one, especially not the boy sitting beside him, had paid him much mind. With a fingertip drumming his pale cheek, Kittim continued to wait for acknowledgement. His irritation had already been sparked by the time he finally got his wish.
Almost as soon as he had the redhead’s attention, however, the attendants stole it away. He huffed as he fixed his eyes on the TV screen that was apparently more important than him. What could that stupid announcement possibly be? The question had just entered his mind when his brain registered what he was watching. “What the hell is that?” He breathed at the sight of the caged monstrosity. Kittim probably should have joined the crowd in their gasping, but he had already seen monsters once before.
Back in the convention center, he had dealt with one first hand though the one he was seeing now seemed to show surprising intelligence. The cold, weight of dread plunged down his throat as a lump and into his gut. Hell broke loose right after. Screams echoed from further in the banquet hall, drawing his attention towards the mass of bug coming right for him. Some distance away, he even picked up that ginger brute, Lucas, and Alec from among the crowd. “This is just great!” He growled. “There go my plans for the night.”
Hoisting up his skirts, the blonde man tore the stiletto from his feet. He was skilled in running in heels, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to risk his beauty on that. Kittim’s beloved skin had already once been mutilated by some freaking creature and he wasn’t about to let that happen twice. The golden haired cross dresser was pretty sure he wouldn’t be getting miraculously healed a second time, if he lived through a second nightmare. “Hey... Um, Reid, right? Hold these.” He held out his shoes.
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Post by NAOS DIA on May 11, 2013 8:58:01 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #121212;]words: 787 tag(s): Stage 2 date: May 2nd There's a gap where we meet, where I end and you begin. All of Naos's movements had ceased as he watched the monstrous creature on the screen. He didn't like where this situation was suddenly going, but he couldn't look away. His eyes were too busy scanning what he could make of the creature's details. However, he wasn't thinking just about the beast. He was wondering what sort of arrogant moron would have caged the beast and then brought it to a huge party full of people. Okay, as a budding scientist he could completely understand wanting to capture it, but it took a talentedly dim person to drag it to a party. And just like that, his evening went from a mischievous night of playing at a high class party, to an odd real life adaptation of King Kong. There was no way something that big had been totally off the Impedio Society's radar, or at least that's what he hoped. It was time to stop hiding from the people he might know and time to start contacting who he was able. He reached for the phone in his pocket to make a call. Unfortunately for him, there just wasn't time to even think about who to call first when the wave of weird bugs started pouring into the room. As eventually inevitable as something like this was, it was new to him and a bit unexpected for the night. It was a time where most people would tell themselves again and again that they shouldn't be there. That predictable panic ensued amongst the people he watched run for the door, only to be struck down as they attempted to exit. Naos, however, was a differently wired person in many aspects. He didn't even flinch at the sight of what was happening to everyone else. " Mmm, I'm going to be in a lot of trouble," he thought aloud. This situation was one of two things. It was either becoming more and more somewhere he should've been keeping his nose out of, or exactly the place he needed to be. Being a researcher more than anything, it felt a little off to be so close to everything so suddenly. However, that same feeling came with an adrenaline rush he just couldn't deny. When would be the next time he'd have the opportunity to be this up close and personal with his work? If it didn't kill him, this was bound to be quite the experience. It was his cue to immediately try and put what training he had been given into action. It wasn't the best scenario for him considering his weaknesses. He wasn't that threatening physically, he was without a proper weapon, and he was without the proper distance for what he could do best anyway. First, he had to acquire something to protect himself with. Something. Anything. Nothing else would matter if he fell too soon, so he had to act and avoid being even touched by the strange creatures. The boy jumped onto the table and immediately began snatching all of the eating utensils that were lying around. Dirty or not, he shoved whatever he could into the wide pockets of his jacket cape. He may not have been as experienced with darts as he was arrows, especially when he was using forks or knives. He would just have to bet what he could on his good aim. His train of thought was only interrupted when Kittim held out a pair of shoes to him. Smiling widely, he did take them to look over and to check the shoe size. Then, just as casually, he tossed them over his shoulder. " No," he replied cheerfully with a shrug. Something did occur to him during their brief exchange beyond the normal sort of exchange, though. Basically, they were both acting calmer than the normal person would in the situation. What exactly was this person planning to do? The way Kittim responded was as if he wasn't entirely unfamiliar with what was happening, and on top of that might have been planning to do something. This caused some pause. Not a lot of pause, of course. There wasn't a lot of time he wanted to waste in better positioning himself for the worst case scenario. In fact, this was better spent time trying to improve his chance of survival. He took another glance around the room before finally taking his old glasses out of his other pocket and adjusting them carefully over his mask. That brought some interesting results. Happy as could be in a possibly fatal happenstance, he let out a short laugh. " Well! I'm not sure what you're planning to do, but let's stay together. We should head as far from the exits as we can, yes?" |
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While the vast majority of the bugs targeted the humans, a few of them swarmed over all the food, trying to find what would be the best for their master. The most obvious choice was to go for the freshest meat of all - the live human beings that were currently trying to flee the scene. They were getting whatever they could from the exits, where the people were flocking. They crawled upon the walls and their long legs hopped upon people. The delightful screams of these mortals spewed them on further. Already they were making good progress with the gathering. Some humans were already long gone - the bugs made sure of that with how they were burrowing into them, biting and ripping into their flesh, for the freshest meat. It would please their master, it must please him.
But what if human meat were not to his taste? The bloodier the better, but suppose, just suppose, this meat was not enough? The bugs continued to push towards the middle of the room, where a large cake was situated on a table. A couple of bugs clambered up the walls and onto the ceiling. Others still continued to bite and claw into and dig into the remaining humans. Once they were done with that, they continued onto other humans - one in particular. The big muscle head that had to satisfy their master with at least his meatiness and bulk. By sheer numbers they would try to overcome and subdue him. Few ventured to attempt to sting him, surely injecting their toxin and contributing pain and itchiness would help? Sacrificing their own lives for the sake of their master was something they felt they could do easily.
A chorus of screams resounded as more of them continued to dig into the flesh of the human beings. There was blood everywhere. Their blood lust was soon halted, however, as one of the bugs fell into a bowl of ice cream. It tasted it, albeit accidentally. But with that, it signaled to it's fellow brothers who were still attacking the humans. It was... delicious, to simply put. Almost more delicious than the fleshy, bloody meat they had been trying to gather. Surely, surely their master would like this. He must!
Because it was heavenly, that was what it was. They started to gather the ice cream, and anything else that was sweet they could get their hands into. A piece of cake, cookies. Especially the cake. They set their eyes upon the big cake, pushing their way towards it.
no this is not in any way influenced by fate. it is just the account.
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Lucas caught the chair he was thrown and stared at it for a moment, wondering what weapon he could make of it. As he thought, he barely noticed that a few of the bug had their eyes set on him. He look around just in time to avoid one trying to sting him. ”Jesus Christ!” He shouted, trying to swat the bug away with his chair. As he swung it, the metal shivered and flowed. He needed something to swat the bugs away with enough force to kill them, but it couldn't be too heavy. He needed to keep his strength to make it out of the hall.
A long handled hammer with a small head, like a Crockett mallet found itself in his hand, and like playing golf he took a decent swing at a group of the bugs. He felt something sharp and really horrible sink into the back of his leg, and the mallet came down onto the spot, crushing the bug that had the audacity to bite. Lucas didn't want to think of poison or anything right now, he really had to get Alec out of here.
He went on a small swatting spree, trying to clear the area around him enough to give him time to think. As he did he noticed something, the bugs had changed priorities. The seemed to be distracted by something else. They were hunting after something more. He watched in confusion as the bugs began to swarm on the dessert table, and that amazing looking cake! ”No! That was to be my mount everest!” He cried reach out towards the cake in vain, like some dramatic movie. ”I was going to eat it!”
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Post by ALEC MATTHEWS on May 16, 2013 19:49:29 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:500px;,bTable]drown my will to fly words 478tags Kittim&Lucas&Naos notes Plan? In seconds, Lucas had taken the metal chair and began swinging his newly formed mallet, knocking away bugs that were getting close to him. Alec, thankfully enough, had managed to whip out his knife and slice one's tail completely off, sending the critter back to only god knows where. More came and began to back him into a corner opposite of Lucas when their behavior suddenly changed. Instead of focusing all efforts on the humans, many took flight in search for the food. More than anything it had confused the teenager; why would they change their target already? Weren't they here to kill him and Lucas and Kittim? There was always a reason to everything, and despite the danger of it all, Alec found himself smiling. A wicked, manical smile. Not only was he losing his marbles, someone was stepping on them and crushing them into a fine powder.
But he wasn't going down without a fight! His demeanor changed and he relaxed for a moment, picking his way through a scattered creature here and there. He was finally back with Lucas when the man began to shout in an overly-dramatic fashion, breaking all sense of seriousness. Looking up at the giant, the only speech Alec was capable of was...well, awkward. "If you're Mount Everest is in the form of a cake then you have some serious issues. What the hell are we supposed to do?!?" He had no plan, no idea of how to kill these things, and he assumed there was no escaping them. They were trapped, and it wasn't looking good.
The raven-haired boy turned and focused on the creatures, trying to get a feel of their aura. If they had a certain element about them, then perhaps they could use something the opposite to kill them - right? Something was terribly wrong, though. The more Alec focused, the more hazy their auras became. It was almost like looking through a television without cable; the image was filled with tons of static mixed with subtle, changing colors. There was no possible way for him to tell what Kingdom they would have come from, which kind of cancelled his idea. "Lucas, listen. Their auras look like static - its jumbled up and I can't make out what kingdom their from. I hope you have a good plan because I'm not ready to die today!"
Looking around, Alec could see Kittim standing on a table handing his shoes to someone, who immediately turned and tossed them into another direction. At the top of his lungs, he tried to get the pretty blonde's attention. "KITTIM! What the hell is going on here!?! Got any ideas!?" He was too busy to notice the red eyes that had begun appearing in darkened corners of the mansion, peering in from outside staring at him.
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on May 19, 2013 8:29:16 GMT -8
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I'M YOUR LITTLE HARLOT, STARLET queen of coney island, raising hell all over town. sorry about it With a note of irritation, he watched his glittering heels sail over the table and clatter noisily to the floor on the other side. He held his tongue for once with some effort. Did he want to survive to retrieve his shoes later or become bug food? Kittim wanted to survive preferable unharmed so getting upset over shoes was pointless. At the moment anyways—he’d tell the kid off later. Of course, he had to figure out how to stay alive. He managed to before but he didn’t do a very good job at it.
This time he had something else to his advantage though he really didn’t know what to do with it. Unfamiliar instincts started to kick in, formulating strategies against the bugs in the very back of his mind. Those thought felt foreign to him and he hadn’t yet embraced them. He was frightened by some of the changes in his body yet some of them were invigorating. Something about possessing some power that no one else had felt weirdly gratifying and Kittim was all about that.
“I don’t really know myself,” the blonde replied back to Reid. “But I like your idea.” Taking handfuls of shimmering fabric into his hands, he lifted the skirt from the floor to give his legs room to move. Years of wearing dresses and heels taught him how to move in them but running was another story. Just as he was about to take the lead, his ears picked up a familiar voice calling out to him. He picked the dark haired boy and redhead out instantly.
“Oh, I don’t know—maybe get some distance from the bugs for a start?” The blonde rolled his eyes, but they were directed at the hulking muscly mass of a man and not so much Alec. Honestly, the redhead looked like he was having a mental breakdown over cake. Kittim loved cake as much as the next guy, yet even he knew it wasn’t worth getting upset over. Cake was just cake, no matter how large it was. “Get over here. Bring the idiot obsessing over the cake too.”
Fabric slipped from his balled hands, falling back down over his legs. Maybe wearing a dress wasn’t as good an idea as he once thought it was. He wasn’t about to strip it off however. Cute as his underwear was, he didn’t want to run around in them. Kittim needed to figure out something to do with his dress before it became more of a problem. It was such a pretty one too. Stupid bugs. They just had to ruin his night, didn’t they? He’s show them that Kittim Curtis was not a boy to mess with.
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Post by NAOS DIA on May 20, 2013 15:31:52 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #121212;]words: 538 tag(s): Stage 2 date: May 2nd There's a gap where we meet, where I end and you begin. With no argument over the shoes, they were coming to some agreements quickly enough. Kittim's consensus was all he needed to prepare himself to run, not that he wouldn't have gone for it alone anyway had the situation differed. Unfortunately, just when it seemed as if his companion for the moment was about to lead the way, they were interrupted. It wasn't a voice that he recognized. In fact, Naos at first let out a heavy sigh, ready to ignore it and just push the other along before it was too late. Then he turned his head and caught a better look at those calling across the bit of distance. Naos's glasses told him what he wanted to know before he even thought about the possibility. He knew very little about Kittim so far, and he certainly hadn't heard about him before that night. However, the two he was exchanging words with were a completely different story. Immediately, Naos began the swift calculation of dates in his head. It hadn't been that long at all since he had vaguely heard about Lucas from the incident Arcturus was involved in, but he fit the descriptions. It had to have been him. Word through the Impedio Society didn't take long to spread when it was something allowed to get around within their group. This was becoming quite the lucky coincidence for him. A lucky unlucky coincidence at least? Either way, his head tilted to the side and he adjusted the sight on his glasses. He was definitely staring for that moment, getting a good look at what they were working with. What more could be asked for in the situation than a large elemental man with a hammer and his vaguely competent sidekick? Now, they had even better pieces for the field, so it was just a question of how was the best way to begin their own defensive attack. Their hand was forced seeing as how they were apparently trapped within the room. The only way out was to thin the numbers if it was possible, as he wasn't going to wait and do nothing long enough for his body to become home to a few of the bugs. There was the amazing distraction of the delicious cake. However, the Norwegian boy wasn't ready to start flinging forks and knives himself yet. He didn't want to draw attention to himself as an individual, but the others had to have noticed what he saw. Naos finally hopped down from the table he had been standing on and ran a few steps forward, checking the area for anything that might dare to hop on him or towards him before he would continue. " Obsessing over cake is a good thing! If you and your suspicious friends are going to attack," he looked back Kittim and used one of his forks to point at the remains of the dessert table, " now would be good. Like smashing an ant hill? Or a fishbowl?" He was lacking a better expression for something between shooting fish in a barrel and killing two birds with one stone, but he assumed that he would be understood. The sweets were providing bait and it was hard to say how long that would last. |
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Post by F A T E on May 23, 2013 18:07:38 GMT -8
The bugs really weren't met with much resistance. Their beeline to the cake wasn't exactly restricted. And while many of them were squished by the big muscled man, there were many more to spare. The bugs carried the cake out of the door to deliver it to Magnus. It was delicious enough, and there was so much in the hall, surely their master would be satisfied with it. Better than bloody, human flesh. Although, that was good too. Perhaps they should take some of that with them too?
There were a good many dead bodies lying around, a few bodies as offering shouldn't be too hard to deliver. Although most people has been reduced to bloody chunks of flesh, it wasn't uncommon to see a few fairly intact bodies... with holes. Clawing through bodies was no easy task, and most of the bugs ceased their attacks once the bodies stopped moving, and started to move onto their next target. Such as the muscle man. Although some of them had been so bravely sacrificed for the good of the cause...
So a temporary distraction with the cake was necessary, the sweetness of it all, and a few of the bugs were on their way to delivering the cake towards Magnus. So all that was left to do was kill the remaining humans and bring the bloodied bodies for their master to feed on. With their vast numbers, a few missing bugs wasn't that much of a lost cause, and they could still fight.
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2013 18:44:31 GMT -8
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Lucas lowered his outstretched hand and sighed as the bugs carried the deserts away. His stomach didn't growl, but he felt it really wanted to. A growling stomach during combat would certainly prove too much of a distraction, and his adrenaline was keeping things quieted for now. ”I was just really hungry... You have no idea...” the big man said, crushing a bug under his hammer. He looked back at Alec, then towards the lady, Kittim. ”Oh! Good you know her! Let'as get closer and team up.” He said dancing around a few of the bugs, stepping on them with all him weight. ”We need something to get rid of a ton of them in one go. Like a flame thrower.”
he quickly picked Alec up and hiked over to the other two doing his best to avoid the stinging needles of the bugs. As he ran, he turned the hammer into a saw blade, spinnign it around his feet for added protection. He was glad he had this new powers. He set Alec on the table, and hopped onto a chair. ”Ok guys, and lady. Any ideas!? Please!?”
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