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Post by `jαzz on Jan 1, 2009 18:32:41 GMT -5
Kahale was glad the the person he'd been assigned to was happy with his gifts. Or at least, appeared to be. He had yet to open up the package. But then again, he might better understand the presents once the egg hatched. Nodding, the young man offered Landon a small grin. "Sure, no problem. I hope you enjoy them." He was about ready to wish Landon a happy holiday, and return to Atticus, but apparently the conversation wasn't over.
It was near impossible to see over everyone else's head. He hoped that his friend hadn't wandered too far in all of this confusion; Kahale really had to start heading back. But a slight pressure on his shoulder blade caught his attention. Thank Arceus, it was just Atti. "Hey~ I was wondering where you got to. Hang tight for a moment, let me just wrap things up here." After reassuring him, Kahale turned back to Landon.
"You really want me to ruin the surprise? Well, okay. It's an Onix!
[/b]" he divulged. " Open the package. That metal sound you're hearing will make more sense." By this point, Kahale was starting to wonder about the whereabouts of his own Secret Santa. It wasn't that he was impatient, it was just that his own curiosity was getting the better of him. And, as if on cue, a small voice reached his ears, inquiring if he was indeed Kahale. Turning to meet the source of the voice, he noticed a boy who appeared to be a Nidoran Pokémorph. " Oh, yeah. I'm Kahale. Nice to meet you." He listened as the boy explained the predicament behind his gifts. " Wow, thanks! Haha, that's no problem. I wouldn't mind hitting the beach after this. What do you say, Atticus?" he returned his gaze to his friend, eyeing him expectantly. Harper nodded. Elijah seemed genuinely pleased with his gift, and for that she was glad. Good, that meant she hadn't made a mistake when picking out his present! She felt a little proud of herself for that; the fact that she had been able to brighten someone's day, if only a little. " There is really no need to thank me. That's what the holidays are all about!" Glancing towards his outstretched hands, Harper noticed that he was carrying a package. " For me? Thank you~" She took the bag from his hands, handling it delicately. It was padded, so she assumed something extremely breakable was inside. She set it down on the ground, so she wouldn't accidentally drop it. Opening it carefully, she was met with the brilliant sparkle of a few purple bracelets. " These are gorgeous! Oh, how awesome![/b]" Harper exclaimed, removing the bangles and slipping them over her hands until they came to rest on her wrists. She would have been wholly satisfied with just the bracelets, but there was something else contained with the bag. The pale blue of a Pok?mon egg was peeking out from underneath the padding. She gasped. " A Pok?mon egg? You really didn't have to! ...Dare I ask what Pok?mon it is? I'm rather curious~ [/b]" Harper queried, grinning up at him. " Yeah, I know how you feel. I've never been to a party like this before. But, I'm enjoying it so far. There are a lot of interesting people here.[/b]" Jarek, despite his drunken state, was not without manners. He turned his attentions to Dakota. " Alright, if you're..hic sure. Again, I'm really sorry about..hic..this. Didn't know..you were in the middle of somethin'.[/b]" He shook his head, as if to try to rid himself of the alcoholic buzz clouding his thoughts. " ..Uh, right. I'm your...hic...Secret Santa. Uh, it's really not much, but...I hope ya like it." Holding out the box wrapped in holiday paper, he waited for Abel to accept his gift. " Go on...hic take it. It ain't gonna bite you. I can...go ahead and tell you what it is and all that, if you want," he offered, shrugging. " I really didn't know what ya wanted. It's a five pack of Lemonade and an Everstone.[/b]" Jarek slurred, not realizing his mistake until it was too late. " Damnit! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that. ...Oh well, I guess now you know.[/b]" Jarek mentally cursed himself. How idiotic was that? Maybe the kid wouldn't mind too much. Scott had already finished his first beer, and was now calling for a second. He knew he couldn't have too many, though -- they still had a show to put on later. His band mates would kill him if he got too wasted. After taking a few gulps out of the second bottle, Scott cleared his throat. Damn. He had a feeling this was going to be one hell of an awkward conversation. " Uh...yeah. I've seen the guy I'm supposed to be giving a present to. But, I'm not up to it right now." Scott doubted he be able to gather his courage to go and talk to a perfect stranger any time soon. Unfortunately for him, he'd have to sooner or later. He returned to his beer, relishing in the comfort it brought him. He guzzled the remainder of his drink. Surely he'd be feeling better once he'd had a few more drinks. Just as he was about to call out for his third bottle, a feminine voice interrupted him. Turning his head a little, he saw a Flareon 'morph looking right at him. " Oh...uh...yeah. ...I'm Scott. ..Um, sure.[/b]" He had no choice but to turn and face her. Trying not to seem too incredibly rude, he managed to flash her a tiny grin. " You said you're my Secret Santa? ..Alright." Damnit, how he hated this... Of course, he had to get stuck with some uptight bastard. Moz was no stranger to the body language this kid was displaying. Well, he didn't want to be in this situation any more than Darby did. " Here's you're damned presents.[/b]" He held out the gift box for the boy to take. " I'm not going to fuck around and try to make you guess what's inside. It's just some hard candy and a pack of gum." Shrugging, Moz cradled the pale pink egg in the other arm. " The egg contains a Snubbull. A little birdy told me you liked 'em.[/b]" Shifting his weight to his opposite leg, Moz sighed. He wanted to hightail it out of this party as soon as possible. It was just way too crowded and way too noisy for his liking. Besides, there was no one here that he had any interest in conversing with. He had considered sticking around until Utopian Rebellion played, but now he was having doubts. But then he remembered he had yet to receive his own Secret Santa gift. Great, that meant having to stick around. Woo! This party was great. He hadn't had this much fun in a long time. Most of the people who had attended the party were just kids; he hadn't seen too many adults around. Then again, he had been spending most of his time at the bar. But the beer was getting old. He needed to track down the person he was supposed to be a Secret Santa for. Getting up from his seat, Wesley wandered out onto the crowded ballroom floor. How in blue blazes was he expected to work his way through such a crowd? It was going to a chore, he could already tell. So, he was looking for a kid named Cain. After showing his card with the boy's picture on it to a few of the guests, Wesley was finally able to catch up to him. " Hey there! You must be Cain. Pleasure to meet ya![/b]" he greeted, holding out a hand for Cain to shake. " My name's Wesley. I'm your Secret Santa." He tried to make his introduction short and sweet. He didn't want to keep the boy busy for long. Hannibal was growing increasingly irritated. He'd kept to himself over in the far corner of the ballroom, trying to draw as little attention to himself as was humanly possible. But, despite his best efforts, the stares and the whispers kept coming. What did it take to get these people to leave him alone? Perhaps it was his own fault for coming to such a gathering in the first place. Nothing good had come of it so far. He was afraid to leave the safety of the secluded corner; to venture out into the crowd. Hannibal turned the small package over and over in his hands. He gazed at the bright, cheery gift wrap forlornly. He had half a mind just to throw it down and walk out of the Ball altogether. Was delivering this present really worth all this trouble? He didn't exactly think so. But, he knew what it was like to be sorely disappointed -- he owed it to this 'Jamie' person to bring him a gift. Sighing, he tugged up the scarf wrapped around his neck, double checking to see if it covered the majority of the scar on his face. Moving along the wall, Hannibal kept an eye out for this boy. At last, he spotted him....out in the middle of the crowd, chatting with the man who he presumed to be the lead singer of the band that was scheduled to play tonight. Just wonderful. He hung back, not at all willing to wait around in plain view for longer than was necessary. Hannibal was more than content with waiting until the conversation between the two was finished. [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by bijuu. on Jan 1, 2009 18:44:52 GMT -5
Cree could almost see his anxiety fly off on the spot when Sarah turned around and exclaimed at his odd body parts. Was he really that 'cool'? Subconsciously raising his chin a little higher, the Horsea boy scuffed his foot against the floor and even let a tiny smile curl the corner of his mouth as he pressed the Net Ball into her hand; he knew she wanted a flier, but hopefully waiting for this little guy to evolve wasn't too much for her. A sudden pang of paranoia struck the boy and he almost felt as if he should tell her what was inside, only to be quieted when she told him not to.
"...yeah, I'm your secret santa, I think. I hope you like him, I wasn't really sure if you'd... oh, by all means, go ahead, though I think he'll--" the aquatic 'morph was cut off from his hurried and choppy explanation when the sphere burst open on its own and revealed a spindly-legged little blue creature; what looked like the cap of a yellow acorn sat on its head firmly, whilst the pink spots on its cheeks lit up with excitement and the Surskit ran circles around the girl, squeeing excitedly.
"...come out by himself. Uhm... I know your wishlist stated a flying-type, but I thought... thought you wouldn't mind a Surskit, since they evolve into Masquerain, and those fly." Cree explained all this nervously and almost with urgency as he watched the overexcited pond skater now looping figure eights between the girl's legs. Leevi hissed at the insect and curled himself around his boy's legs, black eyes following the critter's progress. Hopefully this girl wasn't the kind to scream and faint around bug-types.
Unfortunately, Noah wasn't allowed much time to spend alone with his lover; as soon as Dakota had gotten his drink and the bartender had grudgingly been shooed away by the intimidating-looking 'morph, then actually gotten comfortable with the boy, not one but two people showed up to break the atmosphere. "...I can think of another few things you know how to ask for~ he purred, cocking his head and gazing, almost unblinking, at Dakota until he was finally forced to let the boy's attentions move elsewhere.
A feel of laziness was creeping over the Koffing 'morph; truthfully he felt no desire to vacate the bar and go screwing about trying to locate his gift recipient, especially now that he had Dakota's company. Lolling his head to the side some, he nudged Nox sharply with a foot, and when the Umbreon looked up, raised his eyebrows and gave the fox a small nod toward the crowd. The message was clear. "Go find the kid and pass your daughter into his care." Handing the bag down to his Umbreon, Noah watched as Nox locked his teeth around the handles and led the still-nameless normal Umbreon into the crowds, heading directly for the Abra-sporting young male the shiny 'eon already knew to be Oliver.
"'Scuse me, you Oliver? I'm Nox. I belong to Noah Kata, and I've reason to believe he's your secret santa. Congrats, he'd like to give these presents to you." the older canine barked hoarsely and nudged the gift bag of German chocolates toward the male, then turned to the female Umbreon beside him, who was glaring up at Oliver suspiciously as if she wasn't sure whether to trust this man or not. "Noah wasn't sure what you like, but... this is my daughter, she doesn't have a name yet, but I'd like to ask you to take care of her for me and train her to be a great battler." he continued, pushing the silent Umbreon toward the boy in the process.
Ta-da~ Oliver got some German chocolates, and an Umbreon to boot from Noah~! The Umbreon is level 1, a female, and unnamed.
By the time Jack gained his side, Blair had already finished his first Blue Hawaii and had ordered another; his navy blue eyes flicked upward for a moment and a noncommittal grunt fled him, making his slender frame shiver slightly; clutching the glass in front of him harder than intended, he could feel a small tightening feel somewhere in the pit of his stomach; how could he both love it and hate it when the man he'd shared a room with treated him like this? Jack knew about Blair's obsession with the leader of Nox; knew about his assignment. Writhing uncomfortably, the purple-haired man fixed his eyes on one of his arm warmers, as if he were staring at the scars it was hiding.
"...as it is, no. I haven't. Malcolm... Malcolm trusts me, you know. I..." he cut himself off, his already soft British accent becoming a hoarse whisper; he ignored Jack's next question, offering a shrug as if pretending he didn't know about this any more than the other Nox employee did. It was always easier to lie. To act. Fuck it, he should be out there searching for his Secret Santa, but he had no desire to do so. More stares. Wren prodded at his mind telepathically as he had done hundreds of times before, but Blair ignored it and immersed himself in his drink, attempting to get his mind off the subject Jack had so cruelly brought up.
Meanwhile, Marley was having the time of her life searching for her own secret santa; enjoying her Grasshopper and a few salty treats she'd picked out from the buffet table, she wandered about the ballroom, Jacko whistling softly and occasionally reaching down to steal a bite or two of her sweet bean buns (amagad those things are amazing), all the while keeping an eye out for a girl named Harper. She wasn't easy to find, Marley was giving her that... with a delighted squeal, she finally spotted the person she'd been wanting for the last hour and a half and practically ran up to her, pausing to present a winning smile and a small wave before plunging right into the subject she was there for. "M'name's Marley, are you Harper? I'm your secret santa, I think, ja? I have a few presents for you here, hope you like them~" she cheerily greeted her, Jacko snapping his beak and wolf-whistling at the girl in question.
While the Linoone 'morph fidgeted idly, offering Jun a timid smile and an acknowledging nod, the Buneary on his shoulder straightened slightly as if suddenly wanting to impress Odele. "...a-actually, yeah. Uhm.. I'm Artemis. I have two presents for you, i-if you want them, of course.. I made these by hand, s-so... I wasn't sure what you'd like.." he hesitantly offered the box to her, then picked up the shiny Buneary from his shoulder and continued, "U-um... you didn't ask for a Pokémon, but.. this is my own shiny Buneary, Tobi's, son. I-if you want him, that is, he's really very polite, if not a little shy."
Ta-da~! Artemis has given Odele three hand-made t-shirts with origami Pokémon printed on them in different colors. He's also giving her a shiny Buneary, level 1, male, no name yet.
The sudden arrival of Sagwa made Artemis nearly faint; the sight of the shiny Linoone coiling herself around his legs and finally scuttling up to his shoulder as if he owned her made him temporarily forget where he was, and he sidestepped nervously, ears flattening against his skull and tail sneaking between his legs out of anxiety. "...oh. Oh wow.. you're really pretty. D-do you belong to somebody here..?" he asked finally; he couldn't help letting his eyes wander over her sleek form and secretly felt a pang of jealousy in his chest for whoever was lucky enough to have had found such a beautiful creature. It may have sounded narcissistic, him being a Linoone 'morph himself, but in his clan, Artemis had long since learned that having a shiny form of one's own guardian spirit was the most desirable possible thing to ever happen. He knew Noah had already managed to evolve his own shiny Koffing into a shiny Weezing, and Artemis had always, always been jealous of Noah and his Ulrika, knowing it could take him a lifetime trying to accomplish even something as simple as a normal Zigzagoon.
ooc; Amagad, I'm sorry it came out like shit. -/headwall- I'll definitely post Blair finding his secret santa in the next post. I need to let Sara on too.
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Post by Affectionate Zombie on Jan 1, 2009 22:27:53 GMT -5
Darby took the box handed to him, and his lip twitched into a tiny sneer for only a moment at the annoyed quality in Moz's voice. He supposed that he was asking for it, though. Well, whatever. He shook the box slightly to confirm what the morph said. Sounded about right. " Well, uh... thanks." He did like hard candy, so cool. But then a pink egg was presented to him. It was... it was a Snubbull. " A little birdy told me you liked 'em." The look on Darby's face was priceless. Who the... who the fuck...?! No, uh, he didn't... well, yeah, he did, but no one was supposed to know that! Badasses (pffttt) such as himself didn't like cutesy pink Pok?mon like Snubbull. It... he... how...? Gaping and looking more than a little stunned, he was too brain-numb and nervous to snap anything rude or even manage a thank you. He just delicately took the egg. ( Delicately! He was not the delicate type.) Then, with a stupid half-nod, half-jerk, he turned away and started back through the crowd. It only took him a few seconds longer to start looking self-conscious about the egg, but there wasn't a damn thing he could do now, was there? He hadn't brought his bag, so he couldn't put it away. Ugghh. Maybe he secretly was kind of happy, because he kind of secretly kind of really liked Snubbulls. But that was only kind of. Secretly. Hell if he'd let anyone know that. (Except for Moz, who somehow knew, Arceus-damn it!) If anyone asked, the Pok?mon in the egg was... uh... Lickitung. Those were... cool. Right? Sorta? ... Uh. Yeah. Fuck. He just needed to find his Secret Santa and go. And judging from the card... He headed to the bar, and whaddya know? He got lucky. There was Blair, sitting around and chatting with some other guy. ... Did he really care enough to interrupt? Not like his gift was that spectacular anyway, but... the faster he gave his gift, the faster he could leave. Chances were that "part two" of his gift wasn't going to happen if Blair had company, though. Totally fine with him. ... Mostly fine. He wouldn't have minded a little messing around. Fuck. Just better to get this over with. He shifted the egg and gift box so that he could hold both underneath one arm, and reached his free hand into one of the pockets of his jeans. (He'd worn a particularly baggy pair today, since the pockets were big enough to hold a little rectangular box.) With Blair's gift in hand, he approached, puffing out his chest to seem bigger and more impressive than he actually was. " Yo. Blair, right? Here." He thrust the box at his Secret Santa partner, immediately returning his hand to his pocket. " Just a pair of sunglasses an' a collar for... Wren?" Pausing, he pulled the wishlist card from his pocket and eyed it. " Yeah. And uh..." Fuck, don't get awkward. Confidence, you asshole. Darby held up the card so Blair could see it, and tapped the line that read bluntly: "To get batshit drunk and get laid." " If you feel like buyin' a drink..." He fucking sucked at flirting; he couldn't be sure if Blair would want some flirty bitch anyway. Though it had sounded like a fine idea in his head, he had to admit, he was sort of... embarrassed. Made him feel like a whore or something. Did this make him a whore? Fuck... fuck. Wait. No, this was like, a Christmas thing, right? Just a present. And that was even if Blair said yes. Suddenly, he was really hoping that Blair wouldn't say yes. Bapadabaaa! Blair got a pair of sunglasses, a collar, and... an offer to get drunk and intimate with Darby. Hooray? " Yes!" cheered Landon upon opening his boxed-up present. Metal Coat! That meant he'd be able to evolve his Onix into a Steelix! Totally fuckin' awesome! He saw some hair dye, too, and grinned. " Badass. You rock, dude." Two more people had approached Kahale, though, which was his cue to get back to Oliver. He nodded at his no-longer-Secret Santa, shifted his gifts so that he had a hand free, grabbed at the plate he'd left sitting on the snack bar, and made his way back over to his companion. " I got an Onix and a Metal Coat, dude. Steelix! Hah! Oh, and some hair dye. Want me to do your hair? It's so lame and... one-toned" His grin was playful as he thrust the plate at Oliver. " Take an egg if you want. Got ya some pastry thing, I think it's sweet. Just hold that, would you?" With his hand free again, he reached for his belt and pulled a shrunken Pok?ball off of it. Funny... He never carried Pok?mon... Did he even have Pok?mon? (Well, obviously he did now, but...) He pressed the white button on the orb, and it grew to regular size. Then, still grinning, he handed it to Oliver. " Merry Christmas, man. You won't get any gay, sappy 'I'm glad we're friends' speech with that, either. It's a Houndour. Cool, right?" Fuck, he was in a good mood, now. He'd have to find this "Jarek" guy and give him his gift, too. Bapadabaaa! Oliver got a Houndour, level 1! It's freshly-hatched; Landon hasn't named it, and doesn't even know its gender. Oh, hang on, look at that... A weird-looking Umbreon was trotting up to them now. It had blue rings and yellow eyes, and a bag being carried in its mouth. Odd. Was that a second Umbreon behind it, too? That one was normal-looking. Huh. After the creature explained itself and offered out the gifts it had brought for Oliver, Landon chuckled, not because anything was funny. He was just happy. " Lookit that! Two Pok?mon for you, huh? Lucky man. Hah." He playfully shoved at Oli's shoulder. Sure, he was sorta jealous, but he'd gotten a totally badass Steelix. (Well, it would be soon enough.) He had no complaints. Ellery took a few breaths as he made his way into the crowd. Time to find his partner; worst that could happen is that he got shoved around a bit, even if it would be uncomfortable. He'd deal. Okay... Where would be the best place to start looking? This Moswyn fella wasn't on the edge of the crowd, at least not on this side of the room, so... he'd start from the middle. Good plan. Getting to the center of the huge, crowded room was not fun. People were rude, and a good majority of them didn't notice that he was trying to get by and were tough to push past. Some gave him dirty looks for trying to push past them, too, and by the time he'd reached a gap in the ocean of people, he was embarrassed and nervous and flustered. " Sorry," he murmured, squeezing past one more person, and then he stopped to look around. There were three people seated in the open area, and... hey, was that...? Oh! Oh, there! He made a bee-line for Moz, feeling sort of proud for finding the morph in a crowd like this. Moswyn wasn't quite standing in the area with the three people who were seated on the floor, but he was close enough that he could see the Persian Pokemorph standing between a few other people in the crowd, not conversing with any that he could see. " Moz?" he called, trying to squeeze his way between two people to reach his Secret Santa partner. He managed, but came out of it looking sheepish. " Um. 'Ello. I'm your Secret Santa, um.. Would you like your present...?" He awkwardly offered out the small gift bag in his hands, smiling. His hands were shaking just a little bit; he was nervous. Not so good with strangers, see. " It's... not much, you know. Bandanna and eye patch, like your wishlist said. If there's anything else you want, though, I'll try my best? ... Oh! Um, I'm Ellery Bell." Still holding the bag in his left hand, he offered out the other hand for a handshake. His lips, plump and pretty, were pulled into a friendly, if a awkward, smile. The eye patch was pretty much what Moz's list had specified: black leather. The bandanna was more colorful, though, mostly red but with bright orange and yellow stripes. Fiery. Ellery had thought it would suit a Charmander nicely. Both items were surrounded by tan tissue paper in the red-white-and-green gift bag. Arceus, he hoped that this Moz guy liked his present. If he didn't, Ellery would be both embarrassed and guilty... Bapadabaaa! Moz got an eye patch and bandanna! Odele slowly took the box offered out to her, her face seeming blank, unreadable. She opened it, and saw inside three absolutely adorable tee-shirts. Hand-made? Wow... They were so nice, too! How sweet...! Her lips curled into a smile, her cheeks darkening in a blush. Aww. And the Buneary, as well? She closed the box and tucked it under her arm, reaching out to gently take the shiny Buneary from Artemis. " Hello, darling. Do you like music?" Her smile grew. It was a pretty look on her, one that she pointed at Artemis after a moment, only to blink in surprise at the sight of the shiny Linoone. " Oh," she murmured, watching the creature curiously. " D-do you belong to somebody here..?" So it wasn't his, then. Hm. Well, anyway... Her smile returned. " Thank you very much, Artemis. I wish I had something to give you in return... You know? ... Ah! Maybe you'd like to come by the radio station sometime? You could help out with the radio show Jun and I run. Only if you want, though." She shrugged, almost shyly. " This is a lovely gift, either way." And... oh, Arceus, yes! There'd be a nice Pok?mon around the station to counter Disco's rudeness! She couldn't help but be excited about that, as much as she loved the Chatot. Jun would be delighted to have the cute little Buneary there, she was sure. Now she really wanted to give her partner his gift. A Horsea morph like him wouldn't be too hard to find, she was sure of it. She wasn't nervous anymore, just excited. " Thank you again. I'm going to go find my partner, now; if you want to say hello later, feel free." Another smile, and then she was off, sliding through the crowd in search of Cree. It wasn't hard to find him, just as she'd expected. She was tall, after all, and could pretty easily see over the crowd if she stood up on her tippy-toes. He was talking to a girl, giving her something, seemed like. Well, Odele would wait; no hurry. She made her leisurely way over to the Pokemorph and his acquaintance, not getting too close yet, but rather waiting for him to finish speaking with her. Jun, however, was not nearly as patient. He'd gone to find his partner, and upon spotting Chad, he didn't try to figure out if his appearance would interrupt anything -- though luckily, it wouldn't. He simply made a beeline to the bar and plopped down in a seat next to the skater, beaming. " Hola! Yep, hi. I'm Jun. Nice to meet you. You're Chad, right? Skater. Very nice. I tried skateboarding once, but I broke my arm." He put his gift bag on the counter, enthusiastically offering out his hand for a handshake. His grin was still stretching from ear-to-ear. " I'm your Secret Santa! Got a gift for you. I think you'll like it, 'cause I do. Go ahead, open it, take a look, what're you waiting for? Go on!" Arceus, he was pushy. Super-energetic, too. Chatterbox. Wow. It was kind of overwhelming. Inside the bag sat four under-armor tee-shirts, and on top of the sloppily-folded shirts were four wheels for a skateboard. The wheels were sun-set colored, just like Chad had asked for on his wishlist. " So? Whaddya think? You love it, right? Ahahaha, I knew you would~!" He didn't bother waiting for an answer. Jun just clapped his hands together gleefully, then spun on his seat to face the bar. " Appletini, please!" Then he was back to facing Chad again, beaming. Bapadabaaa! Chad got some shirts and some wheels. Gui smirked a little at Scott, watching as Lyra approached him as his Secret Santa. The guitarist was hilariously awkward; fun to watch. Kind of pathetic, though. Ah, well. He took a large gulp of his drink, and noted that he'd need to order a second beer after one last sip. He took the sip and called the bartender over; the man gave some bouncy, obnoxious Asian man a fruity-looking drink, then retrieved a beer for Gui. The cap was popped off and Gui took another long swig, eying Lyra and Scott in a bored manner. Maybe he should go find that Marley chick... Well, soon. He could do that soon.
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Post by Lara on Jan 1, 2009 23:34:05 GMT -5
Cain nodded as the guy basically said 'thank you' and left it at that. Personally, he couldn't care less. In fact, he was glad it had been that easy. A glance around proved that Abel was way off on the other side of the room, engaged in conversation with a couple of people - probably still busy exchanging gifts. Good. That meant he could leave without--
He stopped as an older man suddenly came up to him and started chatting. It took him a moment to realize that he was being introduced to the person who had him as a secret santa, and that a hand had been offered. He glanced down at it and grudgingly accepted the handshake, raising his own hand to grasp the other for as short a time as possible before dropping it again. "Hi, Wesley." Luckily, the guy wasn't chatting too much. With any luck, he could finish this quick and then get out of this place before anyone else stopped him to chat. Abel couldn't help but be a bit surprised to hear Dakota so easily accept that he had interrupted him just to turn and talk to someone else. He had almost expected a bit of annoyance. But maybe that was just his conscience overreacting. He glanced in Dakota's direction, but then turned his attention to the man in front of him, Jarek, who still seemed to be apologizing for interrupting. Or at least, it sounded like it. Still, Abel soon found himself holding on to a wrapped package. He looked down at it, wondering what was inside until Jarek announced its contents before he could open it.
Again, the apologizing. Abel decided that the entire thing had to do with how many drinks Jarek had already drank, and so he accepted it all with a smile. Truthfully, he was fine with the gift, and even the fact that he had been told what it was. After all, Jarek was right; he couldn't have known what Abel wanted for Christmas, considering the vague comments that made up his list. He hadn't actually asked for anything specific. "Thanks," he said with a bit of a grin, lifting the package a bit higher than he had been previously holding it, having noticed the small Pok?mon on his lap starting to tear at the corners curiously. "I can definitely use this. Thanks a lot!" Even though he knew the contents, he still carefully unwrapped the package as he spoke, admiring the Everstone before looking back up to Jarek, the smile still in place.
"Oh, and Dakota, this little guy's for you." Since they were exchanging now, and considering how the Pok?mon was too interested in the wrapping paper for its own good, it was time to give him to his new owner. Placing the Everstone and lemonade packets in his lap, he picked up the Spinarek in the same motion and offered it gently to the boy seated at the bar. "I know you wanted material, but I thought... well, maybe he can help you instead." The offers for things seemed to just keep coming as Clod continued to speak, but this time Elizabeth didn't really have a chance to respond before he got into opening his gift. This time, though, the offer seemed a bit interesting. She knew Clod was in a band, and had managed to find a couple of their songs to listen to when she saw who it was she was giving a gift to, just out of curiosity. But she had never been to an actual concert before... It had never been at the top of her list; really, she had just never thought of it. Her spare time had always been spent doing other things with people.
She shook herself from her thoughts and turned her attention back to Clod, who had finished unwrapping the box containing her gift and was now pulling out the chain. A pleasant feeling filled her as she saw his delight grow even more upon realizing what it was, and she was happy to see him put it on immediately. The hug that came afterwards was rather unexpected, but she went with it, used to people hugging her at random moments - though, admittedly, they were normally for... different reasons.
"I'm glad you like it," she said with a smile as she was released back to the ground. And oh! It looked like another person had joined the little sitting party on the floor. Clod had noticed him first, but Elizabeth curiously turned her attention to the boy who had just seated himself on the ground rather bluntly; she wasn't put off by it, but rather, simply curious.
The boy's real reason became clear when he looked towards her after speaking to Clod and held up a photo of her. "Oh... Yes, yes, that's me. I'm Elizabeth. What's your name?" She had noticed during his opening set of statements, he hadn't given his own name, and she was curious to know who the boy was. After all, she would need to thank him properly, woudn't she?
She watched as he awkwardly introduced her to her present, which turned out to be an adorable little Piplup. "Oh, he's adorable!" she exclaimed upon laying eyes on the Pok?mon, even though she did see the baby go and nip at the boy. From his lack of reaction, however, she didn't notice that he was bleeding right away. "Come here, little guy." She didn't have to ask, as the Piplup had already moved right up next to her, poking a bit at her to satisfy his own curiosity. She held a hand out to it, to see if it would continue to approach or try anything like it had with the Cassidy, but to her delight it didn't seem more than curious.
"Thank you! He's wonderful, really." As she smiled over to him, she then noticed the bit of blood coming from one of the fingers resting on his knees. "Oh, you're bleeding! Do you need a band-aid for that?" she asked, a little concerned that the Piplup had managed to injure the boy before coming to her. As always, she had her first aid kit with her, last minute compliments of a friend before she had come to Kairuu. She never went anywhere without it, but felt a bit odd about bringing one out when the cut might not even be serious enough to need one. Jamie's initial impression of Metis was a good one. He liked how friendly the star was being - that was a good quality that he looked for when letting someone have one of his Pok?mon. There was also something more that he couldn't help but like; perhaps it was just the tone of the man's voice, combined with the expression on his face. It was something that he personally liked, he could say that much. But enough of that; now wasn't the time at all.
At the mention of 'suspense', Jamie's own smile grew a bit. "Oh really? Perhaps I'll keep it going a bit longer then," he couldn't help but jibe in response. Really, though, his excitement about giving one of his friends a good home outshone the possibility of flirting higher than the base level that came with his everyday way of talking. Of course, he never could resist a good chance...
"Actually, though, I would prefer to give you them now. I have two, but I do hope you like them equally. This one, I hope you will provide a good home for." He held out the Pok?ball in his hand, which he knew contained the shiny Ledyba he had been watching over for some time. Hopefully, Metis wouldn't despise the gal. "And I hope this one is as good as you'd like. If it's not, please let me know." For this, he drew out a wrapped gift that contained the handheld microphone that had actually been on the singer's list. He had enlisted the help of one of his contacts to get it, and that same contact had altered the coloration based on the photo Jamie had received, along with the list. The once all silver coating was now sided in a reddish color, and just above the base, extending downwards from where the mic head ended, were black tips much like the ones on the gloves Metis had been wearing in his photo.
He sincerely hoped the man liked both of the gifts. And if he didn't like the latter, at least Jamie knew the man who had done it, and the man had already promised to make alterations, free of charge. Having good contacts helps. Eli couldn't help but fidget a bit, even more nervous during the seconds between Harper opening her gift and actually taking the first part of it out than he had been before. When Harper began to exclaim in delight over the bracelets, however, he found himself filled with relief. She really, really seemed to like them, and she had even put them on right away! He was glad he had decided to go with the shiny ones, sure that the sparkle was one of the reasons she liked them so much. He knew that had been his main reason. "<I-I'm glad you like them,>" he managed to say while watching her put them on, then watched as she carefully drew out the egg deeper inside. He was glad to see her being so careful with it...
"<Oh! I-it's... well, it's a Horsea. But... I don't know if it'll be shiny or not. I-is that okay?>" It was true; his Horsea friend was a shiny, but had never felt like telling Eli exactly who the mate had been, so Eli had no idea if the baby inside would end up like his friend or not. He looked hopefully towards Harper, wanting to be sure that she would like the other half of her present as much as she seemed to like the first.
Eli was suddenly startled by the appearance of another girl. Before he knew what was happening, the girl had bounded up to Harper and had... had announced that she was Harper's secret santa? D-did the party give out double secret santas? What if they didn't? Eli was horrified to think that he might have gotten the card wrong. What if he had remembered the wrong name? Oh no, oh no... Sarah thought it was positively adorable how Cree kept stumbling over his words, but the small part of her mind that actually processed what she said before she said it managed to keep that particular comment from slipping out. And then... Oh! The Pok?ball she was holding suddenly started to tremble, and then... a Pok?mon! A surskit! "How cute!" she exclaimed, watching in delight as the little Pok?mon immediately began to twist around her legs, clearly as excited as she was. "It can fly? I didn't know that! How awesome!" Her knowledge of Surskits remained at their base level, but if Cree said its evolved form had wings, then of course she believed him! "Thank you so much, Cree!" She threw her arms around the Horsea morph in her excitement, hugging him briefly, only wondering for an instant - after she had already let him go again - if perhaps she shouldn't have been so forward.
Oh well. She bent down to get a closer look at the Surskit, which was still running in circles around her feet. "Hey there! So you're going to fly when you get bigger? Me too! We'll get to fly together~!" She beamed as she straightened and grinned at Cree once again.
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Post by αℓℓı on Jan 2, 2009 1:04:12 GMT -5
Atticus peered up at Kahale as he spoke, telling him that he was just about done and to hold on.
"O-okay..." he muttered, mostly under his breath. He was a polite boy--although, in actuality, he was a man, being he was of legal age now. Well, he had been for some time. But he didn't feel like an adult, not one bit; he always thought adults were supposed to be strong, fearless, and smart--they knew everything; they could solve math problems; they could give you advice. And you were expected to be one of those people by the time you reached eighteen; or at least, Atticus had believed. And here he was, only a couple more months until his nineteenth birthday, and he was no where near being that kind of adult and, in reality, he didn't want to be an adult like other adults. With the exception of one or two people, one of those being Kahale himself, every adult he had ever met had been quite rude to him; always looking down upon him as if he were some young child and while that was fine when he actually was, it was no longer acceptable. They always belittled his ideas and ideals, and his thoughts that the lives of Pok?mon were equal in worth to humans, and that they were just as special and unique as humans were.
When Kahale's attention was stolen yet again, however, this time by a different person, Atticus couldn't help but frown deeply. However, when it was revealed that the other was giving him a Secret Santa gift--or would have, had it been a different situation--he couldn't help but smile a bit, glad that Kahale's kindness was being returned. And so quickly, at that!
"I'd love to," he said, showing a sweet smile; he usually wasn't keen on beaches because there were so many people, but he figured it'd be really nice this time of night. After all, the mansion was very close to the shoreline, so he doubted anyone would complain if they snuck out for a little while. "But first you have to help me find the person I have to give her to," he demanded, though sweetly, kissing the back of the Vulpix's head. He shifted his weight, holding the vulpine in one arm again, and pulled out the card from his pocket, handing it to Kahale swiftly so he could resume supporting the Pok?mon's weight. He was too afraid to set her down, worried that she'd get stolen up. That had been why he'd made sure to put Jasper on his shoulder, as well; after all, it'd be so upsetting if the Cubone were to be stolen. He didn't want that. He didn't want anything bad to happen.
Atticus' eyes momentarily slid over to stare at Elias. He couldn't help but give the other a warm smile; after all, he had given his closest friend--and really, Kahale was his only friend, if he didn't count Pok?mon--a gift for the holiday season. He loved when people did kind things for others.
When the other person began to leave, Atticus tried to keep himself from admitting that he was a bit glad, honestly. He hated when he had such mean thoughts.
Dakota, when Noah had briefly stated something as Dakota's attention was being divided, couldn't help but turn back to Noah. He snickered, giving the other a light smack on the face, before wriggling his tongue at his boyfriend before turning back to face the two whom were now idling near him. This man, Jarek, however, was distracting the person whom had come up to him first. While they were chatting quickly, Dakota's eyes scanned along the rest of the bar seats.
Noah, before Dakota's attention had been completely stolen away, had said a comment that made the pink-haired youth turn around and give his boyfriend a playful, loving little smack on the cheek. He returned his attention to Jarek and Abel, curious as to what the boy in the wheelchair was getting. And when this Jarek fellow left, Dakota listened as Abel explained that the little spider was his.
"Oh? Oh. Wow. Wow!" He grinned brightly, taking the little bug from the other tenderly and setting her on his shoulder, gently rubbing a finger against her jawline--which she appeared to actually like. "Oh, that's just. Wow. She's so cute... Material? Pft. I can buy material any time. Spinarak silk, you know, is really soft. Great for making luxurious clothes like dresses and formal wear. This is so cool, man."
He leaned down, careful not to set the poor spider off balance, and gave Abel a light hug. Perhaps it was odd for one guy to give another a hug; but really, it was his own fault if he didn't expect such from just how he dressed and talked alone. It was so obvious that he was a complete fag, although he was often still mistaken for a girl. He wondered if Abel thought he was a girl.
"I'm Dakota, as you know. You're names Abel, right? It's quite the pleasure. Thanks again, really." He grinned brightly, turning his head to stare at the little Spinarak again. It wasn't long before his eyes turned back to Abel and he looked the other over carefully, curiously; there was no judgment in his eyes, merely interest. "You... have this look about you." he whispered, seeming to change his mood a bit--it was kind of odd, this sort of... artistic look in his eye that he suddenly got. "Your humanity shines through your eyes so well..." He smiled, warmly, hugging the little bug as she crawled onto his chest. "You're very photogenic, I can just tell," he said, smile growing a bit brighter as he held Abel's face, gently, tenderly rotating his hand to look at the side of the other's face.
When he realized he was being so odd, Dakota laughed, releasing the other's face and just moving his hands back to holding the Spinarak.
"Sorry. I can't help but notice things like that. I'm a photographer. Well, I'm a lot of things. I design clothes, too, although it can kind of all go together in a general statement. I work in the fashion industry. Weirdos like me are always looking for pretty faces. Forgive me--although I'd love to take your picture sometime."
While Dakota was distracted, behind him, a rather creepy man had slipped between him and his boyfriend--he'd moved in just as Dakota was receiving his Spinarak.
"Hey there, dude... Whoa. How'd you get your hair that shade of purple?" he asked, hiccuping. He had an accent of some sort, but it was well hidden within his drunken slur. Not to mention, his breath reeked of alcohol. "Dyes don't come in that shade... You mix in white or somethin'?" His mouth hung slack as he reached up, running his bitten fingers through his greasy brown hair. "Should dye my hair lik'it..." he encouraged, leaning towards Noah and pressing his forehead against the Koffing 'morphs, one hand pressed against the counter, the other resting on Noah's thigh, slowly coasting towards the man's crotch.
Excited, Dakota turned towards Noah.
"Hey, don't you have a Spinarak, to--... Whose this?" he asked, his eager mood suddenly turned extremely sour. Or dead. It was odd to place. Really, his face was just filled with disbelief. "Excuse me," he said, poking a finger sharply into the back of the man's neck. "But would you mind getting your hands off my man?"
The man flinched, turning to face Dakota. "Hey, missy. Jes' makin' friendly." Obviously the man thought that such an explanation was adequate when he turned back to Noah, leaning back down. Of course, the look on Dakota's face was of pure disbelief. Who the fuck was this guy?
Meanwhile, upon Artemis' shoulder, Sagwa nosed into Artemis' neck, giving a little crooning noise of approval. Once the Buneary was removed from the 'morph's shoulder, she moved her body around his neck, finally draping around it, quite content. And when she was asked the question of whom she belonged to, she nodded her head towards where the Doreli family was hanging out; Aaron and his wife were chatting with some professional-looking business man, while Bella was being pulled away to dance my some charming young man. Nema, on the otherhand, was sitting around, looking quite bored as he watched the crowd.
At the bar, Jack couldn't help but smirk as he peered over at Blair.
"Well, if you get caught, who knows what they'll do to you. Maybe they'll throw you in prison. Plenty of dick to suck there, fag," he hissed, staring sidelong at a girl sitting nearby. Nice body, not a completely hideous face. He'd fuck her. Hell, he'd fuck her even if he couldn't see her; he was pretty fucking horny. Had been ever since his sister let him in; the two siblings were odd in that they occasionally teased each other sexually, and she had done just that to him while sneaking him in--she'd been holding his waist as if he was her date, had kissed him, even groped him. Not only were the two related, but she was nine years younger. Jack knew that, even if he was a real asshole, he wouldn't fuck some kid.
Not that he hadn't already.
It had been a couple weeks since then, but at the moment, as his thoughts rolled, he couldn't help but think of that weird kid he'd raped. Some blue-skinned weirdo with a tail that looked kinda like a girl, at least from behind, with--wait. Hey.
His eyes lit up as he laughed lightly to himself.
Wasn't that kid, right over there, the very 'morph he'd raped?
Jack had never seen a 'morph before that blue-skinned kid. Back that night, at Release, it'd been too dark to tell and by the time he'd realized that one, the kid wasn't completely human and, two, that the kid was a he, he'd already had his dick halfway up the bitch's ass. Back then he didn't give a fuck. Today, he still found it kind of funny.
He was a rapist. An asshole. The father of his sister. A fuck-up. Life's biggest waste of flesh. He was even of rank in Nox, a criminal organization. He never thought about his life, though he occasionally thought about how odd it was that raping some kid made him bi-curious, even though he still insulted gays and called them fags and belittled them, especially Blair; and how he continued to insist that he was completely straight even while shoving his cock up the aforementioned other's ass. It was just experimentation; nothing wrong with that. Besides. It was Blair's fault; at least, so Jack reasoned in his mind. The other wanted it. He shouldn't have let himself get caught in the middle of a fantasy like that, especially since Jack had been horny all day that day anyway.
He always convinced himself of such things; many were lies, not even close to the truth but, to him, it was reality.
He'd been just about ready to say something else, as well, when someone came up to them; this man appeared to be Blair's Secret Santa. Jack knew that the party had this gift exchange thing going on, and he'd been assigned someone to give a gift to even though he hadn't signed up for it. Which was his sister's fault; she'd been assigned that person, but she couldn't think of anything to give them, and so she made her brother do it.
Jack tilted his head curiously to look at the card, than laughed at the line that this Darby guy was pointed to. Well, he'd let the other get to it then.
"Well, if he trusts you, you'd best not betray his trust. He'd hate you more if you did." As he stood, Jack patted the other's shoulder, leaning down to whisper in Blair's ear.
"But, you know, if you ever wanna play with me, just call. You can suck mine whenever you want."
He stood, righting himself, and offered a sloppy upwards nod towards the Darby fellow before veering on one foot to turn around and start into the crowd. He wondered, for just a brief second, why he was so mean to Blair. Well, he was always the kind to look down on gays or even people who were bi. It was a bit hypocritical of him, actually.
Anyway. He had to give some kinda gift to some guy. There'd been plenty of ideas on the card, and he couldn't understand why his sister had asked him to choose--much less to actually take this guy up as his Secret Santa.
And what the hell kind of name was Spazz, anyway?
Taking a gulp of the beer he'd grabbed before leaving, Jack fished out a wrapped box from the pocket of his jacket. He didn't bother wearing anything under the jacket, so for now it was zipped up. And a bit oversized. But that wasn't to his disadvantage.
It didn't take long to find the guy, though; he'd started by scanning along the walls and, sure enough, he'd soon located the guy. He wasn't the kind of person whom found it interesting to talk to strangers but, hey, why not? He had a good excuse: blame it on his sister.
As he approached the man, he nodded, giving a bit of a grunt.
"Hey, dude. My sister had you for this Secret Santa shit. Musta' been too shy to do it herself, 'cuz she asked me to give this to you instead. So. Eh. Shrugging, he stood, an apathetic expression sticking to his face, gray-green, pale eyes quite uninterested, even as he held out the box wrapped in green and red.
Inside were many small objects: a Pok?ball, it's size minimized to be as small as possible; a thunderstone, wrapped in a sheet of bubble wrap; and, somehow, he'd managed to get a single, pale blue pill in each bubble of the bubbles wrap. Somehow. How was another matter.
He smirked as he leaned in closer for a second, seemingly just to hand the box over; but, while he was close, he whispered, "I'm pals with a great local dealer." He smirked as he pulled away, once the other was holding the box. "Anyway. Wasn't me, if anyone asks. Oh, and it's a Seel. It's shiny, but I hear you can change that nowadays if you want to."
Shrugging, he turned, seemingly ready to leave; but he stood there for a moment, eyes turning back to the bar to see if the situation with Blair and that stranger had become more interesting.
Somewhere amongst the crowd, Metis was smirking at Jamie's comment, rolling his head a bit and just grinning with a light shrug a the remark about how he could prolong it even further.
"That'd be so cruel, eh? Ah, hmn?" He gave a curious tilt of his head, smile ever-present, as the other handed over a Pok?ball. He looked at it curiously, holding it up to eye level and inspecting it carefully. "A Pok?mon? Never had one before... How do these things work?" he asked, pulling it back down to chest-height and looking over the sphere. When he noticed a button, he couldn't help but push it; and when he did, a bright light flashed, a shape forming. He flinched at the suddenness of it, but laughed at his own stupidity. He didn't know anything about Pok?mon. He didn't even know what the little flying bug was called.
"What kind is it? I don't know anything about Pok?mon. Always thought they were interesting, never got the chance to raise one of my own... Cute little thing, aren'tcha?" he asked, watching the little bug fly around. But his attention was divided as this Jamie character handed him a second present.
His surprise was quite evident by the expression he made; it was curious, a sort of half-smile, half-shocked grin. He took the microphone, rolling it around in his hand and examining it closely.
"This is by far the coolest mic I've seen in my life. I don't usually even see people bother decking them out. But this. Hey, thanks. So much. Seriously, this is amazing." He tapped the head against his palm before carefully slipping it into the inside pocket of his jacket, which he zipped up before turning back to Jamie.
"You familiar with Utopian Rebellion at all? Or maybe Residual Theory?" he asked, just a bit curious.
Back at the bar, Chad had just been about to get up to start actively seeking out the person he was supposed to give a gift to when some bouncy guy came up to him, sitting beside him. Of course, this individual didn't waste any time to begin chatting away; and for a second Chad couldn't quite understand what the other was saying, but he just grinned, nodding his head.
"Hey, dude. Jun? Cool, man. Yeah? Hah! Well, I've broken tons of bones. Both arms, both legs, cracked my skull twice. Broke my collar bone before. Sorta recently, actually. Kinda hurt. Eh. Huh? Secret Santa? Well, alright." He grinned as the present was offered and took it, opening it rather quickly. Maybe he was just a bit more excited than he wanted to let on. He liked getting things.
The first thing his eyes fell upon were the wheels, being on top. He grinned, picking one up to examine it, before taking the other three out and setting them in the nearby top of the box so he could remove the clothing to examine them.
"Yo. Far out, dude." He grinned as he began removing the shirts, giving each a quick look over before moving to the next. "Hey, these are great! Thanks a bunch, man! Yeah, haha! Love it!" This guy seemed pretty friendly; Chad liked friendly people. A bit talkative, perhaps, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, really.
"Hey, wait," he said, looking closely at the other, thinking for a moment. He grinned when he realized he was right. "I know you. Jun. Yeah, I recognize your voice, dude. You're the guy from the radio station, right? You interview people. Hey, gotta idea, kay? I'll give you an interview if you come with me to help me find this guy," he said, holding out the card that showed his own Secret Santa. Poor fellow had scars across his face and black hair, but Chad didn't seem to care whatsoever. "Dunno if the guy's even here, but I thought I saw him earlier, so. Help me look for him and I'll answer any questions. Assuming I'm even that interesting, though I don't think I am." He grinned, standing up as he carefully began putting the shirts back into the box; once he was sure all four wheels were carefully tucked in he closed the box back up, made sure it was secure, and tucked it under his arm, as well as another box that was just a bit thicker and wider than the new box.
"That cool?" he asked, turning to Jun and offering a lopsided grin.
In the middle of the room, on the floor, Cassidy was curiously watching the Piplup's actions as Elizabeth accepted the little creature. He felt a wave of relief ripple through him; at least, she didn't seem to hate the poor guy.
"Oh. My name's Cassidy." He swallowed as he watched the Piplup and his new owner, though seemed to flinch when she unexpectedly spoke again. Did he really expect people to not speak? He tried to tell himself he was being irrational, though he always was.
"Oh... I am?" he asked, wondering. He stared down at his arm, vision moving to his legs, before finally noticing a small speck of blood on his wrist. His sight moved to his finger, which was tinted red from the bit of blood that the Piplup had wound up drawing. He swallowed; this would definitely make him look odd. "Oh... I didn't notice..." Of course, he hissed something else under his breath, "I'm supposed to notice these things..." Oh well. He shrugged before shaking his head. "Uh, sure? That'd be nice. I'd forget to clean it." He'd forget it even existed until he saw it, but if there was a bandage on it, it'd be far easier to spot, so he'd remember to clean it later. Because, even if it'd still hurt for normal people, he wouldn't even feel a thing.
-------------- [ "Dakota" "Atticus" "Nema" "Cassidy" "Metis" "Jonas" "Chad" "Jack" ]
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Post by `jαzz on Jan 2, 2009 3:08:19 GMT -5
Harper ran her hand over the egg's smooth surface. The color of the shell alone made her feel so relaxed. This was indeed a wonderful present. If there hadn't been so many people around, she would have removed it from its padded bag in order to hold it. But if someone were to bump into her and she were to drop it...well, Harper would be devastated. It would be best to just leave it be until the party was over.
"Oh! A Horsea? They're so cute~ Thank you Elijah!" Harper gushed, giving him a quick hug. She hoped she hadn't surprised the boy too badly. He seemed shy enough as it was. Hmm. Harper wondered if he wouldn't mind coming to the snack table with her to get something to eat. Before she could ask, she was surprised by the sudden appearance of a girl. The young woman could honestly say she was caught very much off-guard. ..What? Did this Marley say that she was also her Secret Santa? That didn't make sense in the slightest. Elijah had proclaimed himself as her partner for the night; how could she have been assigned two people? Perhaps it was merely a simple mix-up?
Nodding slowly, Harper gave her reply. "..Uhm, yes. I'm Harper. It's a pleasure to meet you Marley. ...But, are you sure you don't have the wrong person? My partner is Elijah for the Secret Santa event.
[/b]" She motioned to the Turtwig 'morph standing behind her. Haha, the poor bastard. Moz watched Darby retreat; there had been a look of utter disbelief plastered across the boy's face. When he was sure the kid was out of earshot, he cracked up. Whatever, Moz was just glad that was over with. Hopefully the brat would treat the Pokémon well. Turning, the Persian 'morph made his way through the crowd. There was no use sticking around in the middle of the ballroom if all he was going to do was stand there looking like an idiot. Arceus! Why was it so damn hard to get past a few people? No one seemed willing to move, even after Moz had tried his best at politely asking them to step in some other direction so that he could squeeze through. One drunken man seemed particularly opposed to getting out of the way. Moz was rather tired of it by now. " Listen, you dickless bastard. If you don't move, I'll put my boot so far up your ass...!" he snarled, grabbing the man by his collar and shoving him back a few steps. Apparently that was all the warning the asshole needed. Shaking his head, he continued his trek to the patio. He desperately needed a smoke. Unfortunately, he wasn't fast enough at getting out of the ballroom. Halfway to his destination, he was intercepted by a boy who introduced himself as Ellery Bell. Moz had no intention of actually striking up a conversation with this kid. He wanted to make this short and sweet. So, instead of being courteous and introducing himself properly, he simply grunted in response as he turned to face Ellery. Glancing down, he noticed that a gift bag was being offered to him. He relieved it from the boy's hands. " ...Uh, thanks. No, this is fine. I appreciate it." A bandana and an eyepatch, huh? Well, that's what he'd asked for. Even if Moz didn't seem too thrilled with his gifts, he was actually very grateful. His Charmander would love the bandana, he was sure. Kahale watched as Landon made his leave. Well, he seemed excited, which was good. He felt glad, knowing that he was able to offer some kindness to another person, even if it was a total stranger. Elias apparently had wandered off as well, leaving him and Atticus by themselves. " Well, I think that's it for my Secret Santa thing. ..Alright, cool." Atticus didn't seem to have any qualms about paying a visit to the beach after the Ball, which was good. Oh, right! They still had to deliver the Vulpix for Atticus' Secret Santa partner. " Of course I'll help you!" Kahale took the card that Atticus had handed to him. " ..So, who's this person we're trying to find?" More importantly, where in the world to start looking? It was so crowded in here. " Oh, and let me take Jasper. You have your arms full already..." Now that his hands were free, he was able to reach out and pluck the Cubone from his friend's shoulder. Cradling the Pokémon with one arm, Kahale decided that now was probably the only time he could get away with being so bold. Draping an arm over Atti's shoulder protectively, he shifted his gaze to the crowd before them. " It's so busy in here...wouldn't want you getting lost. ..So. Lead the way." Wesley allowed his own hand to drop to his side. " Well, I don't want to keep you for too long. I just wanted to give you this.." He held out the package for Cain to take. " Your...wishlist was a little vague. I tried to make do with what I had. Hopefully you like it!" Inside of the gift box was a bottle of Super Repel, although the word 'Super' had been scribbled out and the 'brother' had been scrawled in Wesley's own messy script beneath it. He'd had tried his best to be humorous. There was also a capsule of X Attack and a shiny disc nestled within the pack. The disc was none other than TM: 21 -- Frustration. Wesley himself was unaware of the situation between Cain and his brother, and had merely had the TM lying around, unused. But considering the circumstances, it seemed like a lot more than coincidence right about now. Jarek nodded, feeling rather pleased with himself. The kid liked his gifts. He was, admittedly, a terrible shopper and and even more terrible gift-giver. He was just plain bad at picking out things that people actually liked, or would use for that matter. But apparently he'd done good with the Lemonade and the Everstone. " Good to know. Happy to hear it," he responded, managing not to slur his words that time around. Turning his attentions towards Dakota, Jarek was content with watching their little exchange. He still felt bad about interrupting them previously, however. Clambering up onto an empty bar stool nearby, Jarek spun around sothat he could rest his elbows on the bar counter behind him and still be able to see everything that was going on. But what he saw wasn't exactly a pretty sight. Just looking at the man who had so rudely shoved himself between the boy named Dakota and the 'morph sitting next to him. The whole situation had given him an uneasy feeling in his gut. Jarek felt like he should say something, or intervine in some way, but quickly decided against it. There was a possibility the man would leave without problem...but if not...well, he'd be there to lend a hand. [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by bijuu. on Jan 2, 2009 3:24:42 GMT -5
ooc; Okayso this had to get out there like, now. I'll post the rest of my characters separate, sorry if this inconveniences anyone.
Though the Koffing ‘morph’s curiosity in watching his brother and keeping an eye out for his Umbreon were beginning to wane, he couldn’t help but take one last look at the Linoone boy before turning back to Dakota. The pink-haired boy was preoccupied with receiving his own gifts, though he found enough time to respond to Noah’s innocent, if not somewhat vulgar, comment by letting his hand connect lightly with the side of the older man’s face. This only provoked a silent grin from the ‘morph, and he only offered the boy a half-hearted glare as he let his attentions fall to Abel and his gift once more; as soon as Dakota turned his back, however, Noah seized this as an opportunity to give his partner a firm smack on the ass, namely as a return of the favor. “Come on, Dakota, you know better than to be so careless around me of all people.” he purred playfully, purposely letting his tongue slip between the gap in his teeth to imitate the motion the younger male had just used on him.
Watching Dakota pluck the tiny spider from Abel’s lap and place it on his shoulder suddenly reminded Noah of the fact that he himself had a fully-grown Ariados in his collection, albeit a shiny in attribute - all thoughts concerning this particular subject were erased from his mind when another male entered their company; this one, however, proved to be a completely unwanted one. The Koffing ‘morph was well-accustomed to scents much more foul than this drunkard’s breath, but his upper lip nonetheless curled in disgust when the man shamelessly wasted no time in opening up a conversation with him. “Hey there, dude... Whoa. How'd you get your hair that shade of purple?”
Oh, this was just perfect, wasn’t it? Noah groaned silently; if there was one thing he despised most, it was when people like this jackass made comments about his hair color; if it wasn’t about his hair, it was the eyes. The quite obvious luminous green skull marking on his forehead, which he had hidden by conveniently framing his hair just so to prevent awkward questions was another crowd favorite. Add all this to the fact that his outfit wasn’t exactly the loosest, and that his position didn’t scream modest… well, one could have blamed it on Noah. He was ready to let the guy off with a mild warning and a few nods, until he felt a pressure on his upper leg and immediately recoiled when the man pressed closer, rambling something senseless about adding white to a dye and coloring his own hair the same shade.
Fuck this, what the hell did he want with the Koffing ‘morph anyway? At the worst possible moment, Dakota wheeled around to ask his lover the same thing that had just been on Noah’s mind; whether he, too, had a Spinarak. The expression on Dakota’s face nearly made the Poison-obsessed man’s guts wrench themselves into a knot; for a single few seconds, Noah thought of uttering some excuse to pacify the pink-haired boy, but by that time, Dakota had already attempted to gather the man’s attention by use of physical aid. Unfortunately, the guy didn’t seem to even want to acknowledge the feminine youngster. “Hey, missy. Jes’ makin’ friendly.” was his response, and as if Dakota were no more than annoying buzz in his ear, turned his attention back to Noah.
Something seemed to visibly snap within the Koffing ‘morph; deliberately feigning calm, though his pupils reduced themselves to mere slits, he slid off his chair. Noah formed a perfect eagle claw with his right hand, locking his fingers around the man’s wrist, knowing full well that he could easily snap the bone with a single movement. Noah dug his nails into the man’s sweaty flesh, twisting his arm sharply and smashing him against the bar, not at all gently, forcing his arm against his back and leaning in to snarl into his ear loud enough for Dakota to hear, “Sorry, that area’s for my boyfriend to touch. And I quite frankly don’t appreciate you so blindly assuming he’s a girl, so let’s make this nice and easy. Apologize to him and I won’t make this seem like an accident.”
Noah’s tone had dropped dangerously low; his fangs were bared in threat, and a hush had fallen over the immediate vicinity, as if the people around them had paused to witness just what the poison-type ‘morph was going to do to the intrusive man. After a few moments, Noah relaxed his grip and took a step back, toward Dakota, protectively standing in front of his partner and glaring at the drunkard through flashing gold eyes. “…and my hair isn’t dyed, you dickhead.
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Post by Lara on Jan 2, 2009 3:56:43 GMT -5
Truthfully, it wasn't much more than a mild curiosity to hear that Cassidy hadn't actually noticed the cut before she pointed it out. She might have not noticed it - or, more likely, would have ignored it while quietly rummaging for a band-aid of her own afterwards; she had years of doctors to 'thank' for that, so it was entirely possible that Cassidy had a similar background. "Alright then, Cassidy, here you go." Once he had actually agreed to accept the bandage, she had dug into the satchel she kept at her side until she found the small homemade box of first aid. She took a moment to try and find one that didn't have random cartoon figures on it - her friends thought it would be funny, she had to suppose - and finally located an obscure-colored one that wouldn't stand out too much. Really, it was one of the only solid colored ones in the box... she really had to have a talk with her friends on day.
"I think it's not as deep as it looks, so you shouldn't have to worry about an infection." She smiled a bit in reassurance as she handed him the band-aid, thinking he looked upset for a split second. "I'm glad." [ >.< ]
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Post by αℓℓı on Jan 2, 2009 6:02:44 GMT -5
Atticus seemed completely pleased when Kahale had finally returned to him his complete, undivided attention. Normally he wouldn't care; he supposed that his paranoia was stemming from the large crowd, and that was it, that he didn't want to get lost. Again.
And, of course, that subject ended up coming up.
"'kay," he said, smiling as Jasper was removed from his shoulder; and not soon after, he found that Kahale's free arm had laid upon his own shoulder, as if it were a leash that kept the boy nearby. Thinking like that made the young man feel even more pleased than his initial reaction to the touch brought; he had to fight to hold down his grin from showing. "Well, the card says her name's Lyra. I don't know where to begin. You know that I don't understand you normal people." He chuckled faintly, and although it was true that, by now, Kahale should have noticed that--at the least--he was positive that his companion did not know exactly why. He was pretty sure the other had yet to find out about the fact that he was completely crazy; unfortunately, his medicine had recently run out, and his schizophrenic episodes were getting worse.
[ I don't think I told anyone but Near this yet, but I'm completely scrapping the Syrhaku clan shit, meaning I'm gonna redo Atti's profile again. Going back to him just being schizo. Don't know what the FUCK made me think that some weird clan shit was at all cool. ]
He really needed to get his hands on some more medicine somehow, before he started seeing Kahale as some demon. He was pretty sure that if he ever saw his friend as such, he'd drive himself through a window. And he desperately wanted to tell the other of his predicament, but it was kind of difficult. How the hell does one tell someone something like that?
Tonight. I'll tell him tonight. When we go to the beach. he decided, licking his lips. He was trying to morally support himself and although he was finding it hard, he was, at least, not failing at trying to think of ways to explain it. Though his mind came to a halt as they walked through the crowds; his eyes settled upon a woman whom, he believed, looked sort of like the girl in the picture. Except she was already talking to someone.
"Hey, is that her? The girl talking to that guy, at the bar?" he asked, peering up to Kahale while motioning towards the three that seemed to make a little group; although, really, the one guy didn't appear to be paying much attention to the other two.
When Noah reacted to the light smack in the face, Dakota flinched, opened his mouth a tad, slowly staring back over his shoulder. He show the other a little warning glare before saying, calmly, almost eerily silently, "I'm going to punish you for that, Noah." Then he turned back to the two before him to continue watching.
But it wasn't long later that the drunk came into the picture and made the entire thing into a scene of it's own.
The sudden movement had startled the drunk man, and before he realized what had happened, he was in pain. He grunted loudly, wanting to scream but not able due to the pressure of something against his throat. When he was thrown sidewards he immediately glared over towards Noah, whom had taken a position in front of Dakota protectively.
"Yo. The fuck? Boyfriend? Get some glasses, that there's a fuggin' chick." he stated with a sort of authority, as if he was the know-it-all source of permanent, unquestionable knowledge, as if it were so very obvious. "And whut the fuck'd I needta 'pologize fer? Shit, go fuck yerself, fuck this."
Dakota, while the man was talking--the words coming out of his mouth were quite harsh, but, being used to them, Dakota didn't notice more than that they'd probably piss Noah off--slipped in front of his lover, pressing his hands against Noah's chest; the Spinarak had positioned herself against his shoulder, nosing into the crook of his neck.
"Hey, come on, baby. Don't waste your time. I don't want you making a scene..." He frowned, peering around; unfortunately, it appeared a scene had already been made. He turned to the drunkard on the ground. "What company do you work for?" he asked, slipping his hand into a pocket of his jeans and removing a keychain with a small inch camera attached to it. It was a bit of a surprise to the drunk when the pink-haired youth held up a piece of plastic and there was a sudden flash.
"The fuck you care? The electric company."
Dakota smirked.
"Not anymore. Uncle's very close friends with the owner of that place. You'd be lucky if you ever landed a job in your lifetime again."
A sudden, sort of questioning look fell upon the drunk's face as his mouth gaped.
... Uncle?
Dakota ran his fingers along Noah's chest as he walked towards the other and to his side, not facing the scene. His fingers danced downward, however, as he leaned his cheek against Noah's arm.
"And he's right. It's not dyed."
"The fuck! Purple ain't natural! Prove it!"
A devious smirk flared up from Dakota's features as his fingers tugged faintly on the edge of Noah's pants. "'kay," he said, simply, before tugging the button open and the zipper down, fingers pressing against the other's boxers and gently pulling down the edge of the boxers, exposing the completely-natural purple pubic hair, which the tips of his fingers grazed against.
"There. Proof. You good now?"
Of course, all the man could do was stare. And stare. Mouth hanging open; and stare.
"Good."
Grinning, Dakota leaned his wait against Noah while moving forward a couple steps to turn the other around. He slid around himself, having positioned himself so that Noah was facing the two not-undesired visitors while his back was to them. He pressed his forehead to Noah's chest, eyes cast down while his fingers worked to re-button his lover's jeans and zip them back up. He could feel eyes on him, staring; he'd realized he'd probably just made more of a scene than he'd wanted to. But that was fine. He was just the dumb faggot nephew. No one cared what Aaron's uncontrollable nephew was doing. Nema and Bella were the only ones people looked at, other than Mr. and Mrs. Doreli themselves; and Nema was a bachelor whom seemed like the most elligable, most selective man out there, because he wasn't even seeing anyone currently. Recently he'd allowed himself to be seen in the company of fine woman, mostly to please his father and the press. Dakota? Who the fuck was he? No one even knew Junko's name--his mother, his uncle's sister; who the fuck cared about her? Much less her son, whom didn't even share the Doreli name. She'd had him named after her boyfriend; the two weren't even married.
"Sorry," he muttered as a sudden flood of self-defeated thoughts flooded his mind. He could almost feel Aaron's hateful gaze cast upon him. He wasn't completely oblivious; he knew the man wasn't very fond of gays, which was why Nema had not been at all close to him until recently. But he always chose to pretend that his uncle at least didn't completely hate him. He was pretty sure that, now, if the man had witnessed the scene, that hate was permanent.
Though, in reality, none of the Doreli's had witnessed the scene. In fact, very few people had; maybe a few of the people nearby but, by now, at least very few people were likely to still be giving any attention to the odd duo.
Back in the center of the room, Cassidy stared cautiously at Elizabeth's outstretched hand and the offered bandage. Oh, right! He'd accepted the offer. He timidly took it from her, seemingly afraid to make skin contact with her. He studied the bandage for a moment, curious; how did these things work? He hadn't used one in so long. Not wanting to seem too stupid, he pulled at the tabs on one end. Well, he remembered that much, at least, about the things; that you opened them like that. Luckily, as he began opening it, the memory slowly came to, and he didn't appear much odder than he already had while he removed the white pieces of plasticy paper from the sticky parts of the bandage, setting them carefully on the floor where he had set the bandage wrapping itself.
Of course, applying the thing was an interesting feat. He stared stupidly at his finger for a second, seeming to try to find exactly where he was cut. The blood had been smeared, so it was hard to tell; he tried wiping it off on his jeans but, for the most part, all that came off was what was still damp, which didn't help him because he wasn't smart enough to realize that the spot that was still damp with blood was probably where that blood was coming from. So, deciding he'd spent too much time worrying over it, he just put one end of the sticky part to his finger and wrapped it around the flesh until he ran out of material. He grabbed the trash, shoving it in his pocket, before staring over at Clod for a second.
He was still curious about this man. Why was his hair so long? Why was he famous? Why was he, being a famous person, just sitting around without a care in the world?
"Do you have to give a gift to somebody, too?" he decided to ask, as if he was trying to make some sort of small talk. He really wasn't, curiosity was just getting the best of him. He was so socially awkward; unfortunately he couldn't define himself as such, not knowing what it meant to be, therefore he couldn't actually feel too self-conscious about his actions. He was just being logical here, anyway; this girl, Elizabeth she had called herself, had given this long-haired man a present; Cassidy had given her a present, himself. He did know, at least, that they were assigned randomly. Had the man already given someone a gift? If not, who was he supposed to give it to? Figuring it didn't matter, since he didn't exactly know anyone, Cassidy's eyes detached from the man to stare around the room, taking in the sights. People, at least, had left a good amount of space around them. He felt like he was in some sort of weird, creepy prayer group. All they needed was some candles and an alter and they'd be set, really; though he was just thinking about what he'd seen in movies and such.
His eyes traveled back to the other two of this odd, seated triad, though eventually fell back down to his finger. When he looked down, however, he noticed a bit of blood soaking through one of the sticky parts of the bandage. So he was wrong in where he put the soft part... Oh well. It didn't matter to him. To a normal person, that'd mean pain. To him? Nothing. It didn't mean a thing at all,, other than the fact that he was wrong. And being wrong didn't bother him; it bothered some people, but what should he care? Being right didn't mean anything.
Cassidy tried to find something else to occupy his eyes; peering around, he finally decided to inspect the necklace now hanging from Clod's neck. A peace sign, and a Planet Earth. How interesting. Peace on Earth, maybe? Not that he knew at all that he was right. Sort of.
-------------- [ "Dakota" "Atticus" "Nema" "Cassidy" "Metis" "Jonas" "Chad" "Jack" ]
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Post by [Shoe ♥]! on Jan 2, 2009 10:50:36 GMT -5
Shit shit shit!
Two minutes into conversation and she'd already gotten something wrong. Jonas, not Jason. Where the hell was her mind?! Oh well, he didn't look like the blabbing type - her manager would have a fit if she had been caught with something so stupid such as forgetting a rock star's name. Play it cool. Cover up, and fucking relax.
To emphasize this, she giggled good-naturedly, stretching her stubs for wings in little circles. Oh~? He didn't know the nature of her work? Well, good for him, then! It was nice to know that not everyone was an odd stalker with a feather fetish. Especially the people you were trying to strike up a conversation with. Smiling gently, she opened the present with lady-like tenderness (she was supposed to be polite in a setting like this - what could she say..?), and nearly squealed with joy as the result.
Oh! People did read, ne? CDs! And tickets~ While she had money to buy most of these things, her manager wouldn't allow her to waste it on such "useless hobbies," as he so 'elequontly' put it. She tilted her head to her Santa, eyes shining with happiness. "Oh, thankyou, Jonas~! This is exactly what I was hoping for - how lucky I am to have gotten a rockstar as my Santa. Would you like a drink or something; or do you have more important matters to attend to than talking to simply me...~?"
"Good!" Lyra grinned, and took out a sheet of paper. "I wrote it alllllll~ down, so I wouldn't forget anything important! Sit tight, baby~! Wait, okay... so... it starts ... but I said that already! Hmm... okay... wait, what is there? Damnit, I knew I shouldn't have asked her to write my speech for me... can't...."
While Lyra was struggling to read the handwriting on her piece of notebook paper, Caiaphas decided to help out on his own. He climbed down onto the bar table, and timidly stated, "Umm, sorry, Scott. She doesn't... quite get the entire thing of... giving. She was sort of wrapped up in the fact that you asked for self esteem.... Ermm, I apologize for her, actually. I don't know how a lot of people can stand her, even. I mean, I can, but I'm stuck with her so even if I couldn't I'd have to stay. Ummmm... if you sit through this, we'll buy you the night's drinks, or maybe some drugs from a dealer we know is here. Okay? Once again, sorry about what you're going to hear...."
"Shut it, Caia, I've got this! Though I do appreciate you trying to convince him too! Oh! I get it now~! That's 'maybe.' But why'd I put it there?! Oh well, I think I've got it now, ahem.
[/b] " Hey, baby, I'm Lyra, and in total absence of any 'real' friends on your part (I suspect), I was made your Secret Santa. What a drag, right?" I was maybe going to get you something sweet, baby, but then I read your wishlist. Arceus, baby - SELF ESTEEM?!!?!?[/b] " Look, baby, I've heard your music. You're... um... let's go with what I haven't scribbled out and say you're almost as good as George Harrison! [/b] " There's no reason for you to be so glum! You're an eighth wonder, baby! You just gotta get yourself out of this hole you've dug. Asking for a boyfriend through a gift exchange is pathetic! If you want something or somebody, you gotta fight for it! I doubt you got where you are today by just wishing for it. NO![/u] You fought for it baby, tooth and nail. You can do it once, you can do it again![/b][/color] " I hope this little speech helped you, baby." Love, Lyra... wait, was I supposed to read that part...? Oh, and here, take this too, baby~[/b]" Do de do~! ♪ Scott has received... An Illegible Copy of the Speech He Just Heard! Maybe you should just take her word for it.... And an offer to buy him some drugs and drinks to wash it all down with! Sweet, sweet release." Huh? Well, I'm famous, yeah, they say, they say. But I don't like it to get in the way of my life, y'know, yeah? I just play the drums; it's what I like. I stop liking it, I stop playing, yeah. I hit it big, yeah, but that doesn't mean I'll stop loving people. In all honesty, I'd rather be sitting with my pals in the park right now than be touring, yeah. But I get to meet a lot of people, and they all seem to love me, so I'm happy, yeah? I love meeting people~" Clod smiled, petting the still ungiven Natu fondly. Hmm, he'd better leave soon (though he didn't want to, really... maybe he could invite Ellery to sit with him, yeah! That'd be great, yeah!), if he didn't, then he'd leave someone who just wanted to live on his own, giftless, like a bastard! Just the thought made him shiver and twitch. Not to mention that the other guy was getting nipped by his adorable present for Elizabeth, and didn't even seem to feel the pain... hmm... he'd heard of that before. Someone in his group had a friend of a friend of a cousin's friend who had that, yeah. Curious. Clod watched Elizabeth take a good look at it, taking a 'sugar' cube out of his pocket and sticking it in his mouth. Okay, so he already had some LSD with him, so it had been pointless to ask for it anyway, and maybe it wasn't intelligent to take some before he found Ellery, but... whatever. He'd find him, yeah. " Hmmm? Yeah, I've got a present~ It's a good one too, yeah. I just gotta find my guy... his name's Ellery, right? He ain't go no hair! That means he's hairless, man! He's freedomless! He's sick, yeah! So I got him a friend, see this Natu? And a wig, yeah. I just gotta find him.... Yeah... but, man, I'm lost. I've been sitting here all night - you seen him, either of you, yeah? No?" " So, bitch, I was all, fuck this shit, I'm going to the other guy now. And he was all, 'you fucking pansy song-bird dealer, you fucking suck,' and I was all, 'you wanna make something of it, bitch?!' and he was like, 'why the fuck not,' and then I threw a fucking rock at his gigantor fucking head, and booked it before the cops chased me. That was back in Hearthome, Silent Tom, my good bitch; and was probably the least climatic fight I ever fought while dealing. Fucking pansy-ish, right? He called me a song bird dealer! I mean, what the fuck does that even mean? I sing, fuck yeah, but only 'cos dealing gets boring! I mean, fuck. You know what I'm saying, right, you tubby bitch?" Spazz kept rambling to his Growlithe to the point of he didn't even know what he was saying anymore. He should have been looking for people, or trying to figure out something to do, but he wasn't exactly trying to relieve himself of the boredom he claimed to have. In fact, he seemed... oddly content. As if he couldn't ask for anything more than just chatting it up with his Pokémon who wouldn't say anything to him, no matter how hard he tried to make him. Such a thought made him smile, actually, and he dug into his pocket, pulled out two cigarettes, put one in Silent Tom's mouth, lit it, and did the same to his own. He kept his eyes on the crowd through his rambling (hey, don't I know that bitch? cocksucker owes me twenty bucks! can you believe that, Tommy boy? I mean....), and was eventually aware of another entering his private little world. To help acknowledge his existence, he stayed quiet for a moment, and sort of grinned when he leaned in, listening keenly. A Seel? Fuck yes! And drugs... oh, this guy was too good. Hopefully it wasn't something he dealt himself (mostly everything but coke and heroin), but even if it was, it must be some caliber shit. " Ha, thanks, guy. Sister was too scared to strike up with a crazy 'morph, eh? Fuck, and I thought I knew some shy people. Drugs, a Seel... what more can a guy want, ha![/b]" Spazz laughed, antennae shaking oddly even though nothing was very funny. Then he gently nudged (okay, okay, it was a sort of kick) Silent Tom. " This is my tubby bitch Silent Tom. He doesn't say shit, really. I suppose you know who I am; it was on the card, right? Ha. Now, are you gonna tell me your name, or are we just gonna call this a gift exchange? Haha." Elias had calmed down quite a bit, just due to the fact that the surfer guy was smiling and had told him everything was fine. Okay, okay, that was good. Great. Nothing harmed. He was sort of still on this train of thought when another person popped out of nowhere, and smiled at him. Why was he smiling? Did he do something right, for once? Well, this Kahale obviously wanted to take him to the beach... oh, okay! So they were gonna find the gift together. Good good. Oh, the suspense had nearly done the 'morph in, sure. But at least he'd made someone happy... that was the greatest gift of all, right? Okay, maybe he should leave those sorts of lines to bad children's movies... but... still.... He did feel a sort of joy inside of him. Bubbly? Something. Whatever he was, he wasn't so sure that he wanted to dispose of it through alcohol just yet. Even though he really was craving one of those Long Island iced teas... hmm.... Maybe in about five more minutes. His ears flashed up, and he gave the biggest, buckiest grin he could muster with insane... well, one could say gratitude. " Oh, you're really okay with it? Oh, Arceus, that's such a relief~ I thought you'd be really, really made at me - seeing as you have to find it and everyone else is just getting stuff right here and everything.[/b]" The Nidoran 'morph shut his eyes, rubbed one of his ears with one hand, and fondled his cross necklace with the other. " If everything's really cool then, I suppose I'll leave you be. I'm kinda dying for a drink right now, actually.[/b]" With that, he sort of smiled, and walked away... not really in the direction of the bar, but first to the bathroom, to clear his mind, and then maybe he'd get something like five drinks.... Oooh? What was this... an... Umbreon? A baby Umbreon? With its father... presenting her to him? How.. weird. Well, he had had his own Abra deliver his present for him, so he couldn't complain much. Besides, this was one of the best gifts he could hope for! An Umbreon! Oh, they were so cute~! And powerful. Especially that last one. They could learn physic moves, and ... and.... Maybe he should pick her up... or at least say something... as embarrassing as that was. " Ja, I Oliver. I no speak English good, but I wanting thank you and Noah for this. I could getting no better~ She okay petting, nein? She so cute~" Fuck. It didn't matter if some Pokémon thought he was just a little soft. He might give him a fair warning about the explosives in the bathroom later. It had been a nice gift, after all. While he waited for some type of response, Oliver pet Klavier affectionately, watching Landon through the corner of his eye. He seemed especially... ecstatic. The present must have really gotten him in the holiday mood.... Which reminded him... he hadn't... exactly... gotten him... a present.... yet. Shit. Starting to fret, the blond pet more harshly on the Abra's smooth skin, to the point of it hurting. Pokémon such as Klavier did not especially appreciate being woken up from their naps, and she glared at him to make a point based off of such. Though, instead of an apology, she got a hushed, frantic German rant, " Klavvy! I forgot to get Landon a present! He's gonna kill me... or at least think I don't like his company or something! I mean, yeah, he's fucking annoying, but I knew that from day one. I forgot I forgot shit shit shit. And he probably got me something, so I can't just say that I didn't get him anything because he didn't! What am I going to do?" An exasperated groan from the Abra, and a whack of the head with her tail. " Ol-i-ver Anslem! How many times do I need to remind you to be kind to people?! I told you to get him a gift, but you don't----[/color]" " I know I don't and I'm sorry! Just, please, Klavvy, give me some sort of idea... quickly![/color]" " Fine. If only because I sort of enjoy having Landon not pissy. How about... a 'free' card?" " A what!? And Arceus damnit he's coming back...." " An I owe you! An 'ask and you will get' thing! Now shuttup, and switch to English before someone thinks you're mad...[/color]" The German boy did in fact hush, and gave his partner a huge grin on his return. An egg...? What could be inside...? He wondered. But before he got the chance to wonder for any length of time, he found a plate of disgusting deviled eggs thrust in his hands (along with a pastry, mmm...), and was left to stand confused. He wasn't for very long, though, as he was graced with... a Pokéball? Two Pok?mon, on top of Klavier? Quite the team he was building. Quite the team.... That he still had to name. Hmm.. well, it would be funny to give them odd-ish names... well, the Houndour, really. How about... Sanft? Haha! Yeah! German for 'softly.' Even if no one else got the joke, it made him smile. As for the other... it deserved... a personal name. Well, he did like Boston... how about... German for their first song (because he was not going to name something that every English speaker could recognize as 'foreplay')? Vorspiel. Sanft, Klavier, and Vorspiel. He liked it. " You so sure you no get all tear eyes and starting cry you undying devotions to me? I so sad, Landon. I was thinking you make sap speech, pussy.[/color]" Oliver grinned, pocketing the Pokéball for the moment. Now... to amend... " I no get you anythings because I no be stupid sap likes you. I feeling bad, though, so how about... an... I owe you, nein? Ja? You likes? Okays?[/color]" Do de do~! ♪ Landon has received... An "I Owe You!" Use it however you wish - from a favor, to having Oliver buy something from the stores for him, or whatever Landon's keen mind can think of. [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Lara on Jan 2, 2009 15:25:24 GMT -5
Wish list? Vague? The hell was he talking about? Cain thought his wishes had been bright as day. Either kill Abel, or give him something so he could do it himself. See? Simple. Well, whatever. Since Abel was obviously still alive, it just meant that this Wesley guy was giving him something to--
A puzzled look crossed his face for a split second as he looked down at the package in his hand. He had accepted it and even started opening it while the mini rant was going through his mind, and he found himself staring at a.. a bottle of super repellent? No, wait, something was written on the bottle... He held it up to get a better look at it, and though a scowl started to cross his face, he actually laughed out loud. Imagine that! Brother repellent! Well, maybe he could spray it in Abel's eyes or something. It'd be a good distraction.
There had been more in the box. Cain pulled out the X Attack as well as the TM, a bit happy about the choices even if they weren't deadly on their own. Ahriman could use the X Attack, no sweat, and wasn't that TM something useful? Well, even if it wasn't, he could always use it on that useless Spinarek. Just for fun and all.
It wasn't what he had asked for, but Cain was strangely humored by it all. The guy deserved, at the least, something a bit less than an snide comment and a brisk wheel out the door. "Hey, thanks. It's pretty cool stuff," he said as he looked over to Wesley, who was still standing there waiting to see how he liked the gifts. Abel was relieved to watch Dakota immediately take to the Spinarek he had given him. The Pok?mon seemed to like the boy as well, which was even better. Abel found himself grinning, just a bit. "I'm really glad," he said just before Dakota leaned down and hugged him. The action itself didn't weird him out or anything, or even really surprise him - the way Dakota seemed to be, Abel actually would have been more surprised if he hadn't. What came a few moments afterwards, though - that drew a reaction.
"Yeah. You're welcome." The smile on his face had yet to leave. He was glad that he had received this boy as a secret santa. Before he had a chance to say much more, Dakota suddenly leaned forward, and Abel felt almost like he was being inspected for something. He soon found himself turning a bit red at what the other boy was saying. Humanity? His eyes? Surely the boy was exaggerating, or... he tried to get his mind to drop over-thinking the sentence, wanting badly to just take it as a complement and not analyze it until it became something akin to an insult instead. He finally decided to simply respond to the photogenic comment that had come afterwards, once the other boy had dropped his hand. "O-oh, ah, thank you. That would be fun." Really? His picture? People had taken photos of him before, but it had always been because of things he had done, never... never just for being himself. It made him feel... oddly contented.
Before much more could occur, however, a scene broke out between a drunken man who had stumbled up, the boy behind Dakota, and Dakota himself. Abel knew it wasn't his place to get involved, especially once it appeared that it was something involving lovers. In fact, he even decided that it was better to look away - though, of course, that really just happened when it suddenly looked like Dakota was unzipping the other boy's pants. Even with Dakota standing between him and the boy, it still didn't feel right. After that, though, the scene didn't seem to last much longer. Perhaps it had been the winning move. Well, that was a bit of a surprise. Just a bit, though. Jamie hadn't expected that Metis had never dealt with Pok?mon on a personal level before... but then again, the star likely had quite the busy life. That was fine. It meant the man had no favorites, and more importantly, no reason to hate the ladybug Pok?mon buzzing merrily around his head. "I see you've figured that you for yourself," he said pleasantly, having watched Metis open his first Pok?ball shortly after asking how it worked. "That button there on the ball, as you've probably guessed, is the release mechanism. As for the Pok?mon, she's a Ledyba. A shiny one, so her coloration is more orange than red. She doesn't have an official name, but I'm sure she'd like whatever you decide to name her."
Jamie grew quiet again as Metis observed the Ledyba for another few moments before turning to the second box he had given him. It looked like he didn't have to worry about the man not liking the microphone! He couldn't help but be glad - though, he thought wryly, the lad behind the counter might not be as happy. The boy had been rather excited about the prospect of dealing with the star. He chuckled lightly, watching Metis slip it into his pocket. "I'm glad you like it. The guy that helped design it was more than happy to make the alterations to the original mic."
Then came one of the questions Jamie thought might come up, if their conversation happened to extend past the initial gift giving. "Oh yes, I'm familiar with both. The Pok?mon like them, too. The stations that play your music are in high demand at the agency," he said with a bit of a laugh. Elizabeth almost wanted to help Cassidy but the band-aid on as she watched him hunt for the spot that actually sported the cut. However, judging just from the way he had taken it from her - gingerly, as if he didn't want to touch more than the bandage itself - she didn't think that would be that great of an idea at all. Luckily, he managed to stick it on in the end, and from her position Elizabeth couldn't see that he had missed, anyway.
The conversation soon turned back to Clod, who had been sitting there watching the exchange the entire time. Elizabeth looked back his way, finding that she liked the way he looked at life. He didn't seem bothered by much, and she rather liked the idea of doing something simply for the enjoyment factor. Perhaps she would try that while on her own journey.
She found it a bit curious that the boy Clod was looking for, Ellery, was apparently bald. It was always interesting to see people shave their head of their own free will, but more often than not, it was for a reason. Not that she would ever actually ask the boy, of course - she made a habit of not questioning anyone when it came to anything medical, not exactly liking to speak of it herself. It was better to just go with it. As for having seen him... She had probably spotted him while looking for Clod, but that was quite some time ago by this point. She had to shake her head; surely, no one was where they had been when she had first come in. They were all looking for their own secret santas by this point.
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Post by bijuu. on Jan 2, 2009 18:59:35 GMT -5
The unexpected physical contact from the avian-loving girl was so sudden the Horsea ‘morph almost flinched in fright before he understood Sarah was only expressing her gratitude in the form of a hug; he blinked, confused that a complete stranger would be so openly affectionate with him of all people. A few seconds passed and Cree relaxed somewhat, bloodred eyes lighting up some and even seeing the beginnings of a smile tug at the corners of his lips. Sarah let go of him, diverting her attention to the Surskit instead, cooing excitedly to the little Bug-type; uncertain what to say, the Pokémorph uncoiled his tail from its characteristic curl and wrapped it instead around his upper leg as a form of self-comfort while his hand rubbed along the sleek orange fur of his Buizel‘s back, earning a pleased growl.
Leevi hadn’t said a word during this exchange, mainly because he had no interest in meeting other humans, and because his senses were trained on anything and everything that might be of harm to his boy. “A-actually… Sarah? Masquerain is a Bug and Flying type, if you wanted to know. Surskit’s just a Bug and Water type until it evolves. But… but I thought you might like Masquerain. They’re really, really gorgeous… a-and.. Well, I have one of my own, actually.” he added on nervously, bowing his head as a blush lit up his cheeks; he was pleased, so inwardly pleased that this girl loved his present he thought he might have wanted to burst, and so he had no problem returning the smile Sarah gave her once she stood up again.
Nothing could have gotten Blair to admit that what Jack had just said felt like a punch to the gut; degrading terms cut him into pieces, and it was through much-practiced acting that he managed to flash his fellow Nox employee a sarcastic, if not somewhat mischievous smile, and turned to face Jack almost completely just so the other could have the full effect the tattoo under his left eye usually added to his expressions. “Suppose you ought to get yourself caught right along with me, then, hadn’t you? You seem to like my mouth around your cock a little too much, yeah?” he said quite apathetically, opening his mouth to obscenely display his pierced tongue before leaning his head in one hand and idly swirling his drink with a straw he’d obtained from the bar counter.
Darby’s appearance roused Wren’s attention, and the Espeon paused in his shameless, if not somewhat vulgar display of showing off his feline grace; upon hearing his name mentioned, the ‘eon lunged to his feet, blinking almond-shaped lapis lazuli-colored eyes up at the young man holding a box of sorts. Blair accepted it without question, even smiling a little when he picked out the shaded glasses and then the beautiful black leather collar decorated with a few steel studs. The Espeon wasted no time forcing his front paws up into Blair’s lap in order to let the man slip his already tattered bowtie off and snap the collar into place. An ecstatic cry of delight fled Wren, and he circled himself for a moment, getting a feel of the snug new collar around his slender neck, and then immediately wound his body around Darby’s, purring like a motor and flirtatiously blinking up at the boy. “Nice of you.. Oh, and don’t mind Wren, he’s a bloody whore for collars…” Blair explained, pointedly glaring at the almost sexual way his Espeon was rubbing against the kid, oh so innocently expressing his thanks.
Thinking Darby had finished with his gift-giving, Blair turned to take another gulp of his drink, only to be forced to divide his attentions again when the boy dug out the card with Blair’s wish list on it and pointed to one of the ebony-haired man’s less material desires. His expression was unreadable, another tribute to the many years spent locking away his emotions and pretending to be something he wasn’t in order to please; Jack’s comment went unreplied, at least until the man got to his feet, clapping a hand on his shoulder and pressing his mouth close to Blair’s ear in order to whisper an offer regarding a certain something the singer was quite excellent at. Blair’s lips curled into a forced smirk, wondering just how much of that sentence was actually the truth, and he wasted no time in relaying that information to the other man.
“That sounds more like an excuse you’re using just to make me ask you to shove your dick down my throat, to be honest, instead of the other way ‘round like it really is.” he hissed quietly, before turning back to Darby and quite calmly calling the bartender over and relaying the instructions to get the boy whatever he wanted to drink, then beckoned Darby to sit on the chair next to him, cocking his head curiously and gazing at the boy. “…jus’ one thing, kid.” he said as if it was a sudden afterthought he felt he should relay to Darby. “I don’t top for anyone.”
A warm flush rose to Artemis’ cheeks, and he felt his tail curl in an elated fashion, even flicking back and forth gently to show the young woman just how pleased he was that she had accepted his gifts without question. The Buneary timidly tugged at the pink fluff around his midsection in order to hide his face, as if he were suddenly afraid Odele might reject him. No such luck. The girl seemed genuinely in love with her presents, and even apologized for not having anything to give to the Linoone boy in return. Was she for real? Artie’s eyes flickered between wonder and relief, and his ears fled from their submissive position upon mention of visiting the radio tower and perhaps even partake in the show Jun and she hosted. What was it called…? HEAT. That’s it. Yeah, HEAT. Artemis let loose an excited sound somewhere between the fact that he had just been offered something like that, the fact that Odele didn’t reject Tobi’s son, and also because as soon as the baby Buneary had vacated his shoulder, Sagwa had wasted no time coiling her slender body around his shoulders like some sort of scarf, nuzzling quite comfortably into the crook of his neck.
“O-oh…! No, it’s quite alright, I… I’m just happy you’re okay with what I gave you, and… well, Tobi wanted me to make sure you liked his son. I’d love to, thank you very much… I’ll come by later and talk to you again, perhaps? Bye now…~” he hurried to reply, quite distracted now by the fact that the shiny Linoone in his company was nudging him toward the area where the Doreli family were mingling with guests; the Linoone ‘morph’s initial reaction was one of pure shock when he laid eyes on the small group. What could they…? His cornflower blue eyes scanned the older Doreli male, deciding against believing it could have been he who sent the beautiful little ferret; he and his wife were both immersed in conversation, and their daughter was otherwise occupied. That’s when he spotted Nema, looking like he had nothing much to do, and Artemis’ heart made a nervous jump in his chest.
The Pokémorph knew full well who the man was; his occasional visits with Dakota whilst accompanying Noah had granted him the opportunity to capture several curious glimpses of the man, the chance to learn he was indeed the son of Aaron Doreli, and even Dakota’s cousin. Bizarre as it was, Artemis was engulfed by a feeling of anxiety as he hesitated upon approach. What could Nema possibly want with him? Eyes downcast nervously, Artie finally gathered the courage to make his way through the crowd with Sagwa quite calmly latched around his slender shoulders. His own tail was shivering nervously, and for one of the first times in his life, the Linoone boy wished away that telltale appendage. All too aware of the click-clicking sound his talons made on the floor, Artemis slowed his pace some, almost now berating himself for not wearing shoes; scuffing a foot across the parquet, the ‘morph paused a few feet from the ebony-haired man and cleared his throat softly in order to catch Nema’s attention. “…e-excuse me.. Mr. Doreli? I-I think this is your Linoone, isn’t she? Were you… did you want to speak to me?” he queried, his voice suddenly quite confident despite the fact that he was stumbling over his words slightly; hell, he wasn’t even sure why he was calling Nema by his last name. Politeness’ sake? He felt quite foolish because of it, actually, but there was no way he could take it back now.
Marley’s initial reaction to Harper’s query about whether there was a mistake of sorts was a curious tilt of the head and a sympathetic smile to the Turtwig boy behind her; oh, she already knew about this, she did. Jacko chirped reassuringly from her position on the girl’s shoulder, and peered at Harper with all the curiosity a Chatot could muster; quite unfazed, Marley held out the bag she’d prepared for the girl, a winning smile already spreading over her lips and an excited sparkle in her hazel eyes. “Oh, I know all about that; some people were lucky to get doubled on their secret santas, and I guess you’re one of them, ja?” she explained, as if Harper had won a million-quid prize drawing or something to that effect. “Anyway, I hope I didn’t double on your present by accident, but… the more the merrier, right?” she continued, pushing the orange and purple gift bag into her hands as if she wasn’t taking no for an answer.
Harper gets these from Marley; A thick sketchbook filled with quality paper; set of pencils included. Three different shades of orange nail polish and a set of purple eye shadow in different hues. And… a shiny Drowzee! Level 10, named Wraith.
A soft chuckle fled the Koffing ‘morph at the threat Dakota uttered over his shoulder; he could imagine what sort of ‘punishment’ the boy was talking about, yes, but that would have to wait until later. Right now, Noah’s mind was consumed by a desire to hurt the guy who’d insulted his lover like that. To hell with whether Dakota cared about those degrading words, Noah wasn’t about to accept them without a fight.
“Here’s something for you to think about. I don’t fuck girls. And don‘t you ever insult Dakota like that again. Next time I won‘t hesitate to pour poison down that filthy throat of yours.” the venomous man snarled under his breath after he’d released the eagle claw grip and left the man with at least a rapidly swelling wrist.
A sudden desire to sink a snake-fang fist into the guy’s groin and render him incapable of any sort of sexual activity for a long time was cut short only by Dakota’s interference; Noah paused immediately, realizing with a rush of embarrassment that just maybe he’d gone too far by using such techniques on a simple drunk. His face burned with shame, and he averted his eyes, trying to avoid looking directly at Dakota if he could.
All of this seemed forgotten in the next instant, when the pink-haired boy brought up Noah’s touchiest subject once more. He couldn’t help allowing a smirk to rise to his pale lips as he watched a disbelieving frown form on the man’s face and a demand to provide proof in order to actually even attempt to believe that this ‘morph’s hair was actually quite normal. Quite calmly allowing his lover to undo his pants, Noah kept his gaze locked on the drunkard’s expression, conveniently ignoring several wolf-whistles from nearby onlookers as Dakota tugged the waistband of his boxers down just enough to allow the man a glimpse of his perfectly natural purple pubic hair; it was hard enough trying to hold down a burst of laughter when the guy’s face crumpled into an expression of disbelief and his mouth dropped open in a stare.
Unfortunately, Noah wasn’t allowed the luxury of watching as the man eventually shuffled off, muttering curses under his breath and flinching every time he flexed the arm the Koffing ‘morph had nearly broken. Dakota guided him to turn his back to the direction the drunkard had disappeared into, leaning close against him as if suddenly shy to look at anyone. Noah watched as his lover’s slender fingers tugged the zipper of his pants back up, slipping the buttons back through their loops. At first, Noah wasn’t quite sure he understood what Dakota had said; it couldn’t have been an apology. The ‘morph was almost alarmed at the meek, defeated tone at which the ‘sorry’ was uttered. A stabbing, burning hatred for the intrusive bastard ate began to twist and eat away at the pit of Noah’s stomach; this wasn’t right. Dakota wasn’t the one to initiate violence.
Silently, Noah brought his hands up, gingerly placing one on either side of Dakota’s face and tilted his jaw upward; the ‘morph hoped his lover would understand his quiet motions as he pressed his own lips to Dakota’s, a brief, loving kiss to show the boy there was nothing to apologize for, and that, if anything, Noah was sorry to have let things get out of hand as far as they had. A few quiet moments, and Noah let his arms slip around Dakota’s waist instead, pressing a quick, tender kiss to the boy’s forehead and an encouraging smile just for good measure.
A brief tilt of his head and a nod was all that Nox offered in response to this boy, Oliver, proclaiming he was no good at English; understandable. Noah himself had a very unplaceable accent; it took some getting used to. Silently pleased for the compliments his daughter and his trainer were receiving, the shiny ‘eon nudged the German chocolates closer to the boy, then giving his offspring a few more quick licks until the normal Umbreon tossed her head and shook herself vigorously, taking the hint to rub herself against Oliver’s legs and purr like no tomorrow. At the question pertaining to whether she was safe to pet, she herself spoke. “I won’t bite~ I like you already, Oli.. Oliver, is it?” she trilled, nodding quite certainly. Nox gave the trainer and his new partner a short bow, barked as if in goodbye to his daughter, and turned to walk away in order to find his own trainer again. “…I’ll pass the message along to Noah; he’ll be happy to hear you like her so much. Goodbye now.”
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Post by αℓℓı on Jan 3, 2009 14:32:24 GMT -5
Dakota couldn't help but to chew on his lip as he stared towards the ground. He was nervous, now, a bit fidgety; he didn't want to be here. He didn't.
But when Noah's fingers touched his cheeks every so softly, tilting his head up, Dakota averted his eyes sidelong. He tried to take a deep breath but as soon as Noah's lips caught his own, the air was locked tight in his chest, kindling a churning fire and burning at his lungs. By the time Noah's lips left his, he felt like he was going to die. And yet, all he could do was slowly exhale nothing and smile at Noah, slowly wrapping his arms around his lover's neck and leaning against his shoulder, finally able to take in an unsteady breath.
"I love you," he whispered, closing his eyes for a second before he relinquished his grip on the other, slipping backwards and plopping back down on the seat. He swallowed hard, but smiled, plucking the Spinarak from his shoulder and holding him out to Noah.
[ I realized that I'd been calling it a she, when you said he (at least, that's what I see xD). Sorry! DX ]
"Hey, cutie. This is Noah, he's my boyfriend. Make friendly you two," he said, grinning as he set the little spider on Noah's shoulder. Turning back to the bar, the boy's eyes settled upon a nearby empty glass with a lemon wedge stuck onto the edge. Plucking it up, he tossed it at the bartender; when the man shot him a glare, Dakota simply offered a sweet little smile and held his glass up, shaking it back and forth for a second before the man turned around, rolling his eyes. He set the glass down and turned to Abel.
"Hey, I'm terribly sorry about that, kay?" He chewed on the corner of his lip for a second, staring at one of his hands before looking back to Abel with a half-smile. He felt bad now. "I guess I get too easily worked up over him, er..." He flushed, staring down at his feet now. Would it make a difference? Surely it had to be quite obvious by the way he dressed that he was gay. Even metrosexuals wouldn't go as far out as he did. He was just a downright femme flamboyant faggot. And he knew it. "I... I'd still love to photograph you, if you'd let me." he muttered, rolling his tongue over his lips.
Upon hearing a grunt, Dakota turned towards the counter, smiling as the bartender set a drink down before the boy. It was different than what he'd had before, though.
"What's this?" he asked, curiously, resting his head down on the counter to stare at it before he plucked it from the table and took a sip. "It's good..."
"Tequila sunrise. Your uncle's wife's," he motioned towards the Doreli family, "favorite drink."
"Arigatou, komapsumnida." He smiled, taking another sip.
The bartender just raised an eyebrow at the boy. Because of the Doreli family he recognized the second word, and everyone knew the general Japanese term for thank you. But mixing the two for a double-thank you? This kid was weird. He just turned, going back to his job.
As Artemis began walking towards the front of the room, Nema's eyes settled on him; he was easy to pick out in a crowd and while that could have simply been due to the fact that Sagwa was lounged casually about his shoulders, it was probably more due to the fact that Nema couldn't keep his eyes off the kid he wanted to. Maybe he was just being overprotective? He was always protective of people weaker than him, for some reason; and Dakota had told him all about what had happened with... Shaking his head, Nema tried not to think of that; such thoughts would only bring back the thoughts that made him depressed not long ago.
“…e-excuse me.. Mr. Doreli? I-I think this is your Linoone, isn’t she? Were you… did you want to speak to me?”
Eyes still on Artemis, Nema laughed, giving a quick double click of his tongue. Sagwa skittered down Artemis' back, around a leg, and onto the floor straight towards Nema before looping around his leg as she darted up his body, up his stomach and, finally to his shoulders and around his neck, crawling somehow atop of his head and resting her head against her tiny front paws. For a Linoone, she was pretty small.
"Please don't call me that. Makes me sound like my father. You know my name." He grinned, shrugging. "It's Nema, in case it slipped your mind. Hey, come here a sec." he said, urging the other towards him with a movement of his index finger and a hardly-attempted sexy smile. "Let's roleplay. I'm Santa, and you're the cute little kid who sits on Santa's lap and asks for stuff."
Digging into an inside pocket of his jacket, Nema pulled out the card with Artemis' name and picture on it, holding it out to him. He moved his legs a bit wider apart to give Artie room to sit--he really was going to make him, if he had to, even though he knew it'd probably just embarrass the poor kid.
"Go on. Read right down the list, if you fancy." Another sexy smirk; he couldn't help it. He loved spoiling people, he really did.
Cassidy tried to not look too suspicious around the other two. He wasn't used to social situations at all but, having never learned humility nor shame, he couldn't exactly rightly feel ashamed, even if he got odd stares.
He watched curiously as Clod popped a small, white cube. He'd never had sugar cubes before, nor had he ever seen them. Even if it wasn't actually a sugar cube, and even if he did know what sugar cubes were, he wouldn't have been able to tell; the action happened a little too swiftly for him.
"What's that?" he asked, curiously, tilting his head to the side a bit as he pointed towards Clod's mouth, pulling his right knee up a bit and leaning against it.
All Jack offered to Blair's comments, before taking his leave, was a snide grunt. He'd warned Blair about saying anything to people; he'd promised that if anyone found out he even so much as 'let' Blair suck him off that he'd tell Malcolm everything. Jack knew that Blair had to know that his love would go unrequited, even if he didn't want to admit it, so he figured the thread was at least good enough.
When this man named Spazz said something about his sister, Jack just had to laugh. He had noticed that Blair had ordered a drink and was striking up what could have been a conversation with his Secret Santa, but one could never tell. He turned his eyes back to his own Secret Santa before peering back into the crowd. After a second he pointed to a pretty girl, similar to him in appearance--with the same hair color, a dirty dishwater brown-blond with random streaks of other odd colors and eyes resembling frosted green grass.
"'at's her. Diamond. Yeah, haha. She was probably too paranoid about carrying around drugs, much less buying them, even though we do all the time and she uses them more than I do. Guess she couldn't make up her mind what to getcha so she ordered me to. Damn brat."
Shrugging, he grinned back over to Spazz casually, peering down at the poor Pok?mon he'd just kicked.
"'ey there, pup. You know that's bad for 'im, right?" he asked, leaning down for a second and tugging the cigarette out of the Growlithe's mouth, sticking the end between his own lips while giving the Pok?mon a little pat on the head. "Bad for us, too, but who cares about humans?"
As Spazz continued to talk, Jack just smirked. "Yeah, you're Spazz. Though I kind of wonder what kinda name that is, no offense. Then again, Diamond's first name is Baby... Eh. Well, 'ight. I'm Jack. Jack Slaughter." Of course, that wasn't his real name. But then, only he and his sister knew his real name. Everyone else knew him as Jack Slaughter. Of course, Slaughter was his real last name, but Jack was definitely a made-up nickname, stemming from Jack the Ripper--of course. And, of course, it was a nickname he gave to himself. He pulled the cigarette from his lips, exhaling. He needed a smoke, but his sister had demanded he leave his cigs at home. Or rather, in the car.
"So, that for your own amusement that you wanted it, or you deal?" he asked, leaning his back against the wall and peering casually over towards Spazz, taking a sharp inhale on the stolen cigarette.
[ notes to self: still need to do Jonas to Ace and Metis to Jamie. ]
-------------- [ "Dakota" "Atticus" "Nema" "Cassidy" "Metis" "Jonas" "Chad" "Jack" ]
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Post by bijuu. on Jan 3, 2009 19:51:53 GMT -5
The acidic feel of hatred began to die down, leaving the Koffing ‘morph with an odd, hollow sensation of embarrassment and bitterness toward himself. For just a moment he secretly wished Dakota would have slapped him as hard as he could, called him an idiot for making such a scene out of almost nothing at all, just so Noah could justify his reasons to let his emotions get the best of him; he was protecting his boyfriend‘s honor, for fuck’s sake! What more reason did he need to nearly break off that guy’s arm, other than the fact the bastard had not only been insulting Dakota in his presence and tried to grope him in plain view of his boyfriend? Not only that, Noah had been in a foul mood the entire day, and that drunken jackass had had it coming with the idiotic questioning about the Koffing ‘morph’s most sensitive subject.
Sighing softly, the older man brushed a few strands of bi-hued hair from the boy’s face, holding him for a few moments and sincerely wishing away the curious stares they both were receiving; one half of him wanted to tell the idiots to fuck off, but he felt he’d said and done enough for the night. At last, Dakota pulled away, shakily composing himself. Noah didn’t take his eyes off the boy, retreating back into his own seat when Dakota did; reaching for his mojito glass, he then realized it was empty and loosed a soft hiss of disappointment. Just when he needed it, too. Luckily the bartender’s assistant noticed the sour look on the ‘morph’s face and hurried to prepare another drink lest he be verbally assaulted like the drunken man was. A silent word of thanks was all that Noah offered when the lad timidly pushed the full glass toward him, watching as half of it was consumed within seconds.
Almost caught off guard, Noah accepted the Spinarak as Dakota almost pushed the creature into his hands, introducing him to the arachnid and demanding the two get to know each other. A small smile curled Noah’s lips as the Spinarak clicked his mandibles and scuttled immediately to his shoulder, beady eyes staring curiously; the only real difference between this fellow and Noah’s own Bellatrix was their differences in color. Bella had been a brilliant metallic blue instead of green. Perhaps it was also now the fact that the ‘morph’s spider was an Ariados, no longer a Spinarak. And the fact that Noah’s Ariados wouldn’t hesitate to take a bite out of anyone, even her own master if she was caught in a bad mood. Idly letting the tips of his fingers dance along the Spinarak’s furry body, Noah silently watched Dakota as he continued his exchange with Abel, bowing his head and smiling at the modest blush on his boy’s face. He could never get over just how cute Dakota was.
His initial reaction was one of slight embarrassment, when Nema immediately reprimanded him for calling him ‘Mr. Doreli’; Artie dropped his gaze and scuffed a paw along the floor, ears slanting backward as if he’d just been scolded. “…khor thot.” the Linoone boy mumbled an apology, slipping temporarily into speaking in Thai as he stared at his feet shyly, suddenly self-conscious. Sagwa fled back to her master upon request, in no time climbing to his shoulder and resting her tiny form on Nema’s head, an odd contrast of cream and brilliant orange against the man’s jet black hair. “I know your name. It’s just… thought I’d be careful.” he replied, his last few words fading into uncertainty; that wasn’t the entire truth, and he knew it. Bad memories lurked in the vicinity of his mind, and he tried his damnedest to push them away before he could become upset. This wasn’t the time. He’d promised Noah he’d try to have a good time.
Utterly confused, Artemis stepped closer, gathering enough confidence to gaze at the man before him curiously with azure eyes as Nema tugged a card from his pocket, smirking reassuringly as he handed it to the younger boy. The ‘morph took it, neatly manicured nails framing the words he himself had written; a sudden realization that Nema was indeed his secret santa dawned on him, and he felt a warm blush rise to his cheeks, tail flicking anxiously at the Doreli heir’s next words. Excuse… what? Was Nema serious? Artemis fidgeted, taking a step or two closer until he was literally only a foot or two away from the man, hesitating as he clutched the note, all too aware of the burning sensation of shyness on his cheeks.
The words were caught in his throat when Artemis read the first few lines of his wish list; there was no way he could utter those out loud. Was this man only seeking to embarrass him for a laugh? Tears threatened to well up in those blue eyes as he bit back a soft whimper, his hands exuding soft tremors as the silence stretched more and more. “I’m sure you already read it.” was his pathetic excuse, a defeated tone mingling with a desire to just walk away from the humiliation he wrongly believed was going to happen. He didn’t know if Nema would buy that. Most likely not. Artie wasn’t stupid enough to think a man of his stature would fall for such an excuse; one could tell from the Linoone ‘morph’s body language alone that he was feeling uncomfortable.
Ooc; Will post Blair and Marley and Cree once other people post. :)
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Post by Affectionate Zombie on Jan 3, 2009 22:00:14 GMT -5
Poor Kim was having a hard time in the ballroom's crowd, struggling past person after person after person. It was like wading upstream, except louder, and hotter -- too warm, too warm, she felt like she might melt with all the body heat surrounding her -- and these waves were far more rude. Too many people refused to move even when she insisted " E-excuse me!" to try getting past easier. She supposed that it was nice not to be shoving past people once Ene started to shriek bloody murder for people to "get the hell outta the way, Arceus, how rude, Kimmiedear is trying to get through here, yeesh!" The embarrassment had her ducking her head and squeezing the Skitty like a stuffed animal. " Shut up," she said, her voice a pleading whisper. " Why?" answered Ene loudly, and she groaned. Oh. Oh! Oh, Arceus, thank you; there was her Secret Santa, right there. And... and he was standing with someone else. Oh... Um... Gosh... Would waiting be the best option? It... maybe, but... " Hey, there's that Wesley guy!" announced Ene, and Kim gave her Pok?mon a particularly rough squeeze to quiet him down. " G-gaaack! C'mon, Kim, just go!" Ohhh, fine... She made her slow, sheepish way to the construction worker, who very likely would have known she was coming anyhow; Ene had pretty much shrieked his name just a moment ago, after all. Once she was close enough, she nodded a twitchy little nod at Cain to acknowledge his presence, and turned to look up at her partner. " I-I... um... hi. I'm. Um. I'm Kim, a-and I'm your... Secret Santa. ... Hi." She bit at her lips and fidgeted with the strap of her shoulder bag for a moment. Then, in a series of jerky, spastic movements, she pulled the bag off and opened it, dropping Ene in the process; the Skitty landed on his feet, but still seemed a little stunned and more than a little annoyed. Kim rummaged through her bag for a moment, then withdrew two decent-sized books, clearly new. She carefully tucked the books under her arms and dove back into the back, this time pulling out a small canvas with a pretty winter landscape painted on it. Her haste to get out Wes's presents made her look a little foolish, or at least overexcited (nervous, more like); she was red in the face when she thrust the painting and books out at Wes. " Um. Th-the books are... architecture, stuff, I... that's what you wanted, r-right?" Oh Arceus, she hoped so. If the list had been wrong, she'd be awfully embarrassed. " And the, the painting, I... I thought, you know, maybe... something hand-made would be nice, too? I-I hope you... you know... like it." She nodded slowly, bit at her lips, and then hastily began to pull closed her bag, slinging it back over her shoulder and grabbing Ene once again, hugging him to her chest. It was as if she wanted to be able to make a quick get-away. She really needed to take a chill-pill. Bapadabaaa! Wesley got two books on architecture and a painting! Darby didn't like the look of the guy Blair had been talking with, and really, it didn't seem like Blair had liked him much, either. None of his business either way, so when Jack acknowledged him briefly with a sort of upwards nod, he quirked his brows a little, then turned his attention to Wren. The Espeon was having a field day, rubbing himself all over Darby's legs affectionately -- too affectionately, if you asked Darby. Pretty uncomfortable as a matter of fact. He wasn't the biggest Pok?mon lover. Arceus, what the fuck ever; he just wanted to get rejected by Blair and get the hell outta there. Surely the older male wouldn't agree, would he? Darby knew he looked young, younger than he actually was, even. If this guy had any regard for the law, he'd refuse to buy Darby a drink, and refuse to do anything with him. ... Blair called over the bartender, and now Darby was allowed to pick whatever he wanted. ... Great. Fantastic. Fuckin' fabulous. No turning back, he s'posed... He slowly lowered himself onto the seat next to Blair, sitting the Snubbull egg on his lap and his gift box on the counter. " Beer, don't care what kind," he said, and his tone was dull. He certainly didn't seem happy about this, but hey, he'd been the one to offer. The drink he'd asked for was placed in front of him. He didn't waste time staring at it; he gulped down half the bottle's contents in ten seconds, glaring at the Snubbull egg gruffly. 'Least he got free booze. Hmph. One upside, great. " ... Jus' one thing, kid," said Blair casually, as if he'd only just thought of it, and Darby glanced over at him, raising an eyebrow. " I don't top for anyone." Oh? Well... huh. Darby could definitely deal with that. Gettin' fucked in the ass wasn't usually that fun, and typically, he was forced to bottom just because he was short, scrawny, and had bad taste in fuckbuddies. If Blair was volunteering Darby to top, hell yeah, he was in. " Fine by me," he said, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. He took another swig of his beer, smaller this time. Was it still whoring if he was on top? Huh. He had the sinking suspicion that it was. Darby wasn't the type to be bothered by awkward moments, and anyway, Blair didn't seem too uncomfortable, so it would have been stupid to get fidgety and nervous. Just keep it together, Darby, you'll do this and then you'll go and that will be that. You don't even have to think about it. Don't have to learn anything about the guy, don't have to tell him your name... but if he asks, then you can't say it's not his business, because your stupid offer made it his business. Whatever. Grow up and deal with it, you've done it before. " You done your Santa thing?" Oh, Arceus-damn it, not the small talk... Small talk meant he was trying to end an awkward silence. Small talk meant he was uncomfortable. Hopefully Blair wouldn't pick up on that. Darby gulped down the last of his beer and waved the bartender down for another. Maybe if he got drunk enough he wouldn't remember any of this in the morning. Good plan. Odele had to smile a little in amusement at the shocked look on Cree's face when his Secret Santa partner suddenly hugged him; after a moment he relaxed and even seemed happy, and that widened Odele's smile. Looked like the pair was wrapping up. That was her cue, then. Cree and Sarah had parted and Cree had just finished saying something when Odele approached, her gift bag clutched in one hand and body language modest. " Hello... Cree?" She waited for him to look at her, then smiled, seeming both excited and nervous. Anxious. " My name is Odele Moussa... I'm your Secret Santa. Would you like your presents?" She held up the bag, wiggling it a little. The tissue paper inside crinkled. What the bag contained shouldn't have been much of a surprise, as it was what he'd asked for; two pairs of colorful flip-flops, a little jar of hair gel, and a life-size Manaphy plush. There was more to her gift than just the items, though. She hoped to ask him about one of the things on his wishlist: "someone to just care." If she cared enough to ask, then she was probably on the right track for that, right? Landon rolled his eyes, grinning at Oliver. Stupid German kid was such a jerk, haha. But so was he, right? He didn't care all that much. " An 'I.O.U.' for Christmas. Dude, you're so fuckin' lame. Got you somethin' nice and everything. Hah!" Ah, well. He didn't seem to care about that much, either. " You realize that I can totally make you do, like, anything with this? Hahaha, oh man, I gotta think of somethin' good." ... The look on Landon's face was not a comforting one; it was the expression that said he was scheming, and when he schemed, no good could come from it. He giggled, and snatched a deviled egg from the plate of food, popping the whole thing into his mouth and chewing cheerfully. " You're the guy from the radio station, right? You interview people." Jun paused at sipping his appletini to grin wide at Chad. " That I am, and that I do!" He sat up a little straighter with pride; he loved being famous. It was just that a lot of the time, people wouldn't recognize him on the street. The drawbacks of being a radio show host... " Hey, gotta idea, kay? I'll give you an interview if you come with me to help me find this guy." Chad then showed a picture of his partner, and Jun's eyes widened a little. Whoa. What a... freaky-looking dude. But this sounded like a totally sweet deal to him. Interview with a pro skater! Rad. It'd be something different for HEAT; they didn't usually deal much with sports. Might attract a new audience! " Totally! We'd love to have you on the show." Jun was beaming ear-to-ear again. " What're we waiting for, then? Come on, come on!" He gulped down what was left of his appletini and hopped energetically to his feet, gesturing for Chad to follow as he strolled right out of the bar area in search of Hannibal. Ellery tilted his head a little, watching Moz anxiously for a reaction. The morph took his gifts calmly, looked down at them, seemed unimpressed -- at least, to Ellie's eyes. He frowned. Damn, he knew he should've included something else. Just store-bought presents weren't interesting enough, you know? He nodded slowly at Moswyn's thanks. " Well... um... you're welcome, then." Clearly he was unsure of how honest Moz was being. He seemed a little disappointed at the reaction, and waited a few long moments before smiling slightly. " Guess you've probably got some people to see, right? I'll leave you to it." Ellery nodded his head, subconsciously playing with one of the yarn strings hanging from his tracker hat, twirling it around his right-hand pointer finger. " Merry Christmas." His smile widened sincerely. If Moswyn wanted to leave, now, he was welcome to; they probably didn't have much to talk about, anyhow. And regardless, there were plenty of people here. Ellery hadn't even met his Santa yet. Maybe this Moz fella wasn't too chatty, but there was bound to be someone he could talk with... right? He needed to work on developing his social skills, so this was the perfect time to try it.
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