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Post by [Shoe ♥]! on Jan 4, 2009 16:59:10 GMT -5
"So, I was just going to the bathroom, mindin' my own business, and guess what I see on the bottom of the bathtub? A BOMB. Yeah, a fucking bomb! Is the host out to get us or something, man? Oh, and I'll take another one of those Long Island Iced Teas, if you don't mind, Mr. Bartender sir~ In fact, throw me a Scotch on the Rocks while your at it.... Oh! And could I get like.. a ... do you know how to make a Satan's Whiskers? Make me one of those, mmm.
[/b]" Elias was chatting with another odd pokemorph (some type of... Arceus, it looked like a Trapinch man, but he wasn't so sure with all the alcohol buzzing through his head), and complaining to whoever cared to listen. He was nursing his fourth drink already, sipping daintily like it was a fine wine instead of the brain-smashing mixture it really was. No matter in the 'morph's mind - it served its purpose well. Hell, it was only the first hour he was here - he'd better loosen up. Be easier to talk to. That encounter with Kahale had proved to him that there was nothing worth worrying about in such a relaxed setting - and he always did work better with a few drinks in him, so why not? Besides, it was the least he could do to help forget what the hell he'd seen in the bathroom. He figured he'd run if he had to, but for the moment... he wasn't inclined to leave when there were drinks to be drunk. The bartender slipped him his fresh one, and the 'morph almost smiled in a way that could be seen as endearing. " Put it on my tab, thanks~ Anyway, as I was saying...." ' Might as well get this out of the way now....' Tarou thought to himself, pocketing the gift Cain had given him and ambling his way through the crowd. He despised searching for people, but seeing as he hadn't even seen someone who looked remotely like the 'morph he was looking for, it wouldn't exactly hurt to take a look around. It was more of a lazy, glancing search for his partner - he wasn't exactly taking this seriously. The man wandered (no, that's wrong, Tarou always had purpose with his motion...) into the bar, not really caring by this point, and it was actually just pure chance that he spotted him, sitting extremely close to some other boy like hooligans. Now, the man could understand loving someone (if only from his own experiences), but what he didn't understand was young people's obsessions with expressing their ... ahem, 'devotions' in the public eye. As if there weren't better places to take it - like their own homes in the safety it gives. Or in a hotel, or somewhere far, far away from him. Any choice would do really. As long as he didn't have to bear witness to their acts, Tarou was a content, oblivious man. Just the more reason to get this over with quickly. He walked over with an air of pride, and stood their starched until a lapse in conversation. He cleared his throat, trying to make himself acknowledged, and stated (he never just said, really), " Do excuse me for interrupting whatever it is you've got here; but I do believe you're Noah. I'm Miyagi, and I have have a present for you. It's not much; I didn't have much time to go trooping around the place for poisons and Pok?mon, you must understand. I'm a busy man. In any case, I hope it pleases you." With that he offered out a plain brown box, with a tastefully put green bow on top (it just hadn't looked... festive enough). Do de do~! ♪ Noah has received... Two (2) Metal Coats! That's all? LAME." Heya, man, I wouldn't do that to Silent Tom if I was you. He's got a nasty fucking temper, and likes his cigs in his mouth, ha!" Spazz laughed, inhaling deeply from his own. So... this girl 'Diamond' was supposed to have given him a something, but she hated drugs? Sounded plausible. Stupid, but plausible. Oh well - this Jack guy seemed interesting enough. Out of his mind, but exciting. And wasn't that the most important part? Though it did give the question of.. would he have the time and or will to find his Santa? Eurgh... wait, there he was, sitting with some girl and a damned hippy. Ugh. Totally not the type of people he was into - that girl seemed like a wuss, and hippies? Come on. Hmmm... idea! " He likes his smokes, but if he's gonna be such a pussy about it, I think I'll let him earn 'em. Alright Tommy-boy, go deliver our present to that guy sitting next to the hippy and the girl, alright? Come back empty-handed, and I'll pop ya another, you fucking wuss.[/b]" Spazz tossed his package to his Growlithe, who silently caught it in his teeth and trotted away. " And none taken, really. But why lie to people? It's what I am - ha! Real name's Hamilton - fucking disgrace, right? Spazz fits me so much better, m'dear Jack." He laughed again, smile growing bigger and antennae flickering on and off cheerfully. The 'morph took a long drag, then continued, " A little of this, a little of that. Whichever feels the most exciting at the moment - oh, and if I happen to be running short on cash. So do you, ha, indulge in the practice yourself?While his owner schoomzed with some stranger, the canine-like Pokémon trotted over to the middle of the room, package lodged in his mouth, and sat quietly until he was acknowledged. " Oh, yeah~ It's just some LSD, disguised as a sugar cube, yeah~! I mean, it's illegal and weird and stuff, and it totally like, zaps your mind man, totally fries it. I've done it before, yeah, and it usually takes a while to kick in for me, for some reason, yeah." Clod nodded, smiling his usual smile without a care, as if he didn't realize how much trouble he would be in if he was caught with it. He peered around the area one last time, and... hey! There he was! There was the guy! And lookit! A cute little puppy! C'mere, puppy, cute puppy, awww.... " Hey! Ellery, man, that you? C'mere! I'm Clod, and I'm your Secret-est of Santas, yeah! Take a seat~! Yeah yeah yeah! And hiya, puppy! Cute puppy, yeah~![/b]" He shouted, hands pulled up to his face in the typical 'yelling my mouth off' way before he fell over, giggling. Silent Tom looked indignant at such an approach, but accepted it, and went over to Cassidy with a polite spark in his eye. He wagged his tail once, dropped the package, nudged it closer to him, and spoke, " My greetings to you, Cassidy; I'm called Silent Tom, and I'm present on the behalf of my trainer Hamilton. We wish to bestow these gifts onto you, and pray that you accept and enjoy the package's contents. Hamilton would be here himself, but he has gotten himself meddled with some other, and cannot be here personally. I apologize on his behalf, the lousy fucker." He smiled a doggish grin, wagged his tail a few more times, and nudged the package closer. Do de do~! ♪ Cassidy has received... A Lucky Egg* and a bag of imported French Vanilla coffee beans! The last one only because Spazz thought they tasted horrible... how generous!Oliver would have squealed with delight had Landon not been standing right next to him - his new Pokémon was adorable! He couldn't help but pick her up gently (which was an odd sight to see, especially if one was close to him), nuzzling his new partner tenderly. " Yes, you having it right. I Oliver. Thankyou thankyou and thankyou and Noah again; I no wishing hold you. Happy holidays~ Do steering clear of bathroom - I rig it with explosives, ja! You so ...cute, Vorspiel. I hope you no minding me calling you that~[/b]" The blond boy spoke in a tone that was perhaps a little too endearing, stroking his new cat-like Pokémon intently (' ohmyarceus she's purring socutsocutesocute.[/i]'), and let Klavier down to retrieve his chocolates while his hands were full. Though... to Landon... he was... a little offended. He didn't like it?! Ohshitohshit. Well, it had been a bad gift... but Arceus, he had forgotten! Really! Right, right... play it cool. Pretend you don't care - this was Landon, anyway. " You no liking it, I no care, Landon. Yes, I meaning anything, no worries. Nothing you can make me do affect me anymore, stupid. I do most anything you ask as is, anyways, so ha~ Hows abouts I also buy you nape piercing later while at it, ja? You wanting some chocolates, nein? Ja? You wanting meeting Vorspiel? She cu--- powerful looking, ja? Real terror~" Do de do~! ♪ Landon has also received... An offer to pay for a nape piercing and an offer to have some chocolate! Oliver's a whiz with cover ups, nein no?{EDIT: * - it was lucky egg, not spectrum orb. o.o;; I forgot, sorry for the confusion~ x3;;;} [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Lara on Jan 4, 2009 19:47:42 GMT -5
Elijah once again felt a wave of relief pass over him, not only because he heard Harper defend the fact that they were gift partners, but because the girl seemed to know exactly what she was talking about. And since she knew it for sure, the fact that some people had two gift givers must be true. That meant he had heard the name correctly, hadn't screwed up and messed up everything. Still, the Turtwig Pokemorph wasn't relieved enough to stop feeling nervous about the whole thing. He didn't think he had to worry about Harper suddenly disliking his gifts because of the ones given by this other girl, but still... The girl had thrown a smile his way. Did that make things better? Oh, he was so confused about how to feel...
Part of him just wanted to just feel happy for Harper, because she was getting a lot of gifts that would probably make her happy. Maybe that's how he would try to feel. After all, she was nice to him, and he didn't feel as uncomfortable around her anymore, in comparison to the rest of the celebration. That amounted to comfort, and Eli did like to latch on to the feeling, as well as what made him feel that way. [>.> That was a load of I-don't-know-what-I'm-typing-but-I-guess-I'll-go-with-it.] "A water type? That's awesome! I don't have any Pok?mon that can use water moves yet. Well, then again, that's probably because I only have Lin - she's my Togepi. You'll meet her soon~." Sarah had addressed the last bit of her ramble to the Surskit still at her feet. In fact, why was it still on the ground, and not in her arms, where she could adore it easier? Determined to fix things, Sarah crouched and scooped up the excited bug, cooing at it a bit once it was at eye level.
While she had been picking it up, another woman had made her way over and was now addressing Cree. Was this Cree's own secret santa? Sarah had to grin; she hoped dearly that the Horsea morph received just as good a present as he had given her. She had planned on asking Cree a bit more about his Masquerian, given that she knew nothing about it at all, but oh well. This was much more important, and besides, now the Surskit's evolution would be a surprise for her! She loved surprises.
Of course, now that she couldn't ask anything, not wanting to interrupt the other girl's gift exchange, that meant she had to come up with something else to occupy herself. She definitely wanted to see what awesome thing Cree would get, and didn't want to leave anyway without saying goodbye - even if she did want to go somewhere else, which she actually didn't; she liked talking to Cree. It was fun. But if he ended up wanting to receive his gift in some sense of 'private', well, she could disappear. Oooh, maybe that avian morph was done talking with other people~. Abel was, frankly, still amazed that Dakota actually wanted to photograph him one day. From the things he had seen so far, there was really little he had to offer that the other boy should appreciate enough to warrant such an honor. But still... he knew he would never turn it down. He craved the attention that came with it, even if no one would ever recognize his acceptance for the true reason.
He could see that Dakota seemed to have recovered from whatever slump that had spurred from the scene with the drunken man. He had a feeling that there was the sudden kiss from the boy Abel, by this point, knew was Dakota's boyfriend. Frankly, he could relate, thinking just for a moment back to Anna... no, that time was long gone. But still, it was nice to see. He smiled as he watched Dakota fawn a bit over the Spinarek, presenting it to Noah, the boy behind him. It definitely appeared that the Spinarek was in great hands.
"It's not a problem, really. It's nice to see how passionate you are about things," he responded sincerely as Dakota turned and apologized about the whole instance. "And thank you. I'd be honored." Elizabeth hadn't actually seen Clod pop the cube into his mouth, hadn't noticed anything until Cassidy had suddenly asked about it. She was surprised at how easily Clod rattled off that it was LSD, not to mention a little deterred. Normally, she tried not to remain around any sort of drugs, but... Well, perhaps this wasn't quite the same. There was no chance of anything happening from the cube - nothing that held her main concern of feeling it second hand, at least... Still, she lightly bit down on her lip and made sure not to actually comment on it.
Luckily, perhaps, she was distracted by the sudden appearance of the Growlithe, who soon introduced himself as "Silent Tom" - proving himself to not be 'Ellery', as Clod had questioned it - and presented Cassidy with a gift. It was too bad that Cassidy's secret santa couldn't come and bring it himself, but the Growlithe, at least, was quite polite. She couldn't help but smile a bit, curious to see what Cassidy had received. Cain scowled a bit as a girl suddenly came out of nowhere and started stammering something out to Wesley. Since he wasn't entirely sure if the guy was done with him or not, he hadn't left already, and now the girl at least knew that he was here, though her attention was mainly on the guy who had given him a gift. Then again, he had got the gift already, and had even thanked the guy... Maybe he could just go. Hopefully. He wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.
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Post by `jαzz on Jan 4, 2009 21:06:57 GMT -5
Kahale nodded, his eyes scanning the crowd for the Flareon 'morph they were supposed to be looking for. Despite her being a Pokémorph, she was difficult to spot in such a crowd. Not only were there a lot of humans, there was a large amount of 'morphs as well. But perhaps she wasn't even out on the ballroom floor. It was a very crowded area, after all. He certainly didn't blame her if she'd retreated to the bar, or even to the patio.
Just as he was about to suggest they look outside, Atticus had spotted someone at the bar. Taking another look at the card, Kahale turned his head in the direction that Atti was indicating. "Yeah, I think you're right. That's the only Flareon 'morph I've seen tonight. Let's go and see." Hugging Atticus a little closer, Kahale attempted to maneuver them both through the crowd. It wasn't an easy task, but eventually they reached the bar.
"Excuse me... Are you Lyra? My buddy Atticus is your Secret Santa. I believe he has a present for you~" Removing his arm from his friend's shoulder, Kahale stepped back a little in order to give them both enough room to talk. Since Atti would be preoccupied for a few moments, Kahale idly allowed his eyes to wander. ...Whoa, were those people sitting at the bar actually members of Utopian Rebellion? Kahale couldn't help but grin. He'd never been in the presence of rock stars before!
Scott was rather taken aback by the girl's introduction. She was a little too....loud. For his tastes, anyway. Slightly embarrassed at the attention she was bringing to the both of them, the young man returned to his beer. He took a few more sips, hoping that the alcohol would kick in soon and he'd lose himself to a drunken state of mind. Then nothing would really matter, at least for a time.
Fortunately, Lyra's Pok?mon was a tad more sane. What was he talking about? Self-esteem? Oh, that's right. Dear Arceus, when he'd wrote that, he'd only meant it as a joke. A joke meant more for himself than anyone else. He honestly didn't think anyone would take it seriously. But apparently someone had. But at least the Cyndaquil was offering him booze; he couldn't complain about that. "I'm not too big on drugs, but I hope you don't mind if I take you up on that offer for the beer--" Scott managed to say, before Lyra interjected with her speech.
He had no choice but to listen. Her words hit him pretty hard. Scott knew that everything she said about him being pathetic and having to stand up for himself was right, and he felt extremely embarrassed because of it. He could feel the heat of his blush flood his cheeks. Dipping his head, he allowed the brim of his hat to shield the majority of his face. "..Uh...uh...I..." he stammered, trying to regain his courage to he could thank her for her....well-thought-out gift.
Thankfully, two other boys had approached Lyra. One of them was her own Secret Santa. Sighing heavily with relief, Scott went back to nursing his beer. He was relieved that the spotlight was off of him for a little while.
Wesley grinned as he watched the boy unwrap the box. At least Cain found his gifts amusing. He wasn't up to speed on what all the kids liked nowadays, so he'd resolved to try his best. "Oh, sure! It was no problem, really. I'm just glad you like it," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, like I said...I won't keep you. Glad I caught you before this place got any more confusing. Anyway, I'm sure you have better things to do than stick around and talk to an old geezer like myself. Enjoy yourself! And happy holidays." Wesley raised in hand to give a parting wave.
Wes turned to go, but didn't get very far at all. He'd nearly collided with a timid looking girl who was holding a Skitty. "Oh! I'm terribly sorry, I almost ran right into you, didn't I?" he said apologetically. As he listened to what she said, he realized that this girl was his Secret Santa. "Hi there, Kim! It's nice to meet you."
The man waited patiently as Kim retrieved his presents. Books on architecture? He couldn't be more thrilled! "How great! Thank you very much, Kim. Architecture is my passion; I can't tell you how much I appreciate these gifts." He flashed her a genuine smile. Oh..? What? A painting? Gazing down at it, Wes couldn't help but admire the craftsmanship. It was a beautiful piece of art. Never before had he received a gift such as this one. "Hand-made? You painted this yourself? This is incredible. I don't think a simple 'thank-you' would suffice. This really is beyond words." He didn't even look up at Kim as he spoke; he was too busy admiring the gift.
Harper raised a questioning eyebrow. Some people had gotten assigned two Secret Santas? Odd, considering the sheer amount of people attending the Ball, but..it seemed plausible. Taking the gift bag from Marley's hands, she smiled. "Thank you, Marley~! I really appreciate it." Peeking into the bag, she saw that it contained a sketchbook, nail polish and eyeshadow, as well as a Poké Ball. Wow. What amazing presents!
Harper felt bad enough, having been given gifts from two people, and though she'd given Elijah a present, she had nothing to give to Marley. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm getting a little thirsty. Would you like to grab something from the bar with me? It's on me. It's the least I can do..." Harper offered, motioning towards the bar area with her free hand.
Moz stared down at the boy, unsure of how to act. This boy was...being kind to him? He felt like a fool, not sure of how to return this kindness...or even how to express his liking for the gifts he'd received. He was a little surprised at the comment Ellery made, about him probably having to meet up with other people.
The kid's words stung him. Moz had hardly paid attention to the fact that he knew no one at this gathering; he had made no attempt at any unnecessary conversation, after all. His main goal of the night was to just get out of here...wasn't it? Moz didn't blame the boy for wanting to move on to someone else. He was uninteresting and unfriendly 'morph. Served him right that he had no one to meet up with.
At that moment, a voice called out from somewhere around where the two of them were standing. Looking past Ellery, Moz saw that the source of the voice was a strange-looking boy who was seated on the floor with two other people. Returning his gaze to his Secret Santa, he made to say something, but decided against it. "That's your...Secret Santa, isn't it? ..Well, better get over there, then. ...Uh. Thanks again. Merry...Christmas."
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Post by αℓℓı on Jan 9, 2009 18:47:11 GMT -5
ooc; Sorry for not posting for so long. Turns out I got quite busy fast, but I'm really hoping it'll settle down within the next week. On top of that, I think I've caught the flu (been having symptoms since Friday: stuffy nose, soar throat (hurts to swallow), earache (also, pain shoots to my ears when I swallow, as well), constant headaches and, most specifically, almost my entire body was hurting so bad last night that I laid awake for pretty much an hour unable to fall asleep, and a temp ranging from 100.0 to 102.3 (hit 102.3 once or twice last night, averaging around 101 right now)). Elsewise I would have responded last night, 'cuz I had a bit of a muse yesterday.
Anyway, please forgive the shittiness that I'm sure this post will be. Not feeling well, still.
Oh, and also, if your character has already both given and received their gift and you don't really have anything else to do with them, feel free to have them leaving. Naturally the night will begin to settle down, but not too much for awhile I'm sure. Only two player characters received double Secret-Santas: Dakota (from Abel and Scott) and Harper (from Elijah and Marley), so don't worry about other double SSs (until next year x3). Anyway, make sure to post in bold at the bottom or top of your post if you have a character leaving for the night.
bic;
Atticus didn't really know anything about 'morphs. He'd never seen one in his life before, and had, for the most part, thought it was just his schizophrenia that was making people appear to be so strange. But when Kahale said something about "Flareon PokeMorph", Atticus gave him an odd stare.
"What's a... pokemorph?" he asked, timidly, leaning a bit against Kahale as they began to walk, biting the inside of his bottom lip until he tasted blood. Sucking on the sensitive, stinging skin, Atticus' eyes settled on Lyra as Kahale began leading the way towards her. He was a bit afraid, though.
"O-oh... Er, I..." As Kahale spoke to gain Lyra's attention, Atticus' gaze turned downward, settling on the little Vulpix held gently under his arms. "I... I didn't know how to give you anything else on your list, but... Vulpix are pretty?" he began, a little unsure of himself. Well, he sure thought so, but he never could be sure of what others wanted. He thought all Pokémon were pretty or cute or just downright amazing.
He bit into his lip as he cautiously held out the little female vulpine, whom cooed contentedly as he raised her and gently urged her towards Lyra.
Dakota grinned as Abel expressed that he was still interested--rather, honored, in his own words--to be photographed.
Waving to the bartender's assistant--for the bartender himself seemed busy--he asked for a pen and a piece of paper. When the man presented him with a red-ink pen and a piece of receipt paper, Dakota quickly write down, in girly, neat handwriting, a few things.
As he handed the paper to Abel, he pointed at the different sections, divided by a bit of space and a line, informing the other of what was what, although they were all pretty obvious.
"This is my address, if you want to mail me or visit me or whatever, here's my cell phone number if you want to get in contact with me directly, aaaaand here's my assistant's number. Well, she lives with my cousin, but he lives around here. She's his maid, sortakinda. But I also have her work for me 'cuz Nema doesn't really mind." He grinned, setting the pen back on the counter and leaning back, stretching his arms, exposing his thin little stomach just a tad--not on purpose, of course.
Slipping his arms into his pocket, Dakota's eyes slid sidelong, now noticing a new face at the bar. He pulled out the card with his Secret Santa on it and compared the faces, pretty sure that the kid was his partner for the event that his uncle was hosting. And, sure enough, this was the right person.
"Ah, well, I've been keeping you pretty long. Sorry," he said, smiling down and standing, nodding slightly towards Abel. "I see the person I still need to give a gift to, though. I'll let you go now, really, really sorry about that. Please excuse me," With a light bow and another grin, Dakota turned and gently picked up the egg he'd been holding tenderly all night, cradling it against his chest. As he did so, however, he noticed a man approaching Noah. His eyes followed him, but he was relieved to simply find that the man was Noah's Secret Santa. He carefully shifted his weight so that he could hold the egg with one hand, the pink blanket wrapped around it carefully shifting slightly, so that he could carefully take the Spinarak from Noah so the man could receive his gifts.
"Here you go, boy," he whispered, gently moving the arachnid to his head before smiling at Noah. "While you do that, I'm going to go give my gift, now. Be right back." With that he turned, arms once again cradling the egg as he moved over to Elias.
Once he was beside the boy, Dakota smiled and sat, gently sitting the egg on the table. Of course, he was distracted for a second as he saw Atticus and some other man talking to some girl, and smiled at the timid boy, whom seemed to only scarcely remember him--judging by the awkward smile and faint wave back--before his eyes shifted to the two men beside the other three. Only then he noticed that those two were from Utopian Rebellion, a particular band that Dakota really liked. Keeping himself from having a fangasm, Dakota turned back to Elias, smiling and touching his shoulder lightly, removing his hand as he spoke.
"Hello, Elias? If I read right. I have a gift for you, if you'd like it," he said, nodding towards the egg. "Oh, well... Technically it's from Nema since it was his Nidoking's offspring, but... You know, whatever, right?" His smile grew a bit and he stroked the egg, gently pushing it towards the boy. "Still don't know if it's a boy or a girl yet, but it's yours no matter."
“…khor thot.”
Nema tilted his head sideways at the comment. He was fluent in Korean, and although the language was definitely some branch of Asian, it wasn't Korean. He recognized it as Thai after a few seconds of thought; he had dabbled in Japanese--although, unlike his cousin, he was not completely fluent in it, though he knew enough--and Thai, as well, of which he had only learned a handful of basic words, 'sorry' being one of them.
"Don't be," he said, smiling.
“I know your name. It’s just… thought I’d be careful.”
"I see..." he muttered, staring for a second over to his family before looking back to Artemis with a smile. "Do they intimidate you? I know they sure scare me more often than not," he joked, snickering.
Of course, then the air seemed to become uncomfortable after Nema made his little comments and suggestions and as Artemis looked towards his list, seeming to shrink a bit. Frowning, Nema tried to think; had he said something wrong? Was Artemis embarrassed about his wishes? Perhaps the boy was simply shy. Either way, Nema could definitely sense the boy's discomfort, and he offered a kind smile.
"Hey, hey," he whispered as he stood--for the first time that night, actually--and slipped behind Artemis and gave him a little hug, peering over the other's shoulder and down at his list. As he stood, Sagwa jumped off his head and landed on the seat before scaling the side of the chair and hanging lazily over the top, body swaying lightly as her little eyes watched the two.
"Oh, right, I see," he commented as he read the list, then smiled. "Heh, sorry... You know, actually, Dakota got you for Secret Santa. He told me, of course. You know, he tells me a lot about what goes on in Noah's life, and while I don't really care that much myself, that often includes details about you, as well," he purred, slipping his hands from around Artemis and gently taking one of the other's wrists in his fingers. "Especially recently. I felt like you deserved to he spoiled, so I asked him to switch with me. Although he has something or other for you, as well, he told me, so see him later, alright? Later, though. Here, sit." he said, tenderly pulling the other towards the chair and patting the armrest, his smile warm, friendly, and kind.
The Growlithe approaching, and then speaking--to him, no less--really surprised Cassidy. Though he didn't show it at all. He stared at it for a moment after he had finished speaking before accepting the bag and tilting his head as he peered into it.
"Oh... Uhm. Alright?" he muttered, staring oddly into the bag before he finally pulled out the coffee, reading 'French Vanilla' on the label. He set it back and poked at the egg inside, before peering back up to the Growlithe, a very faint upward pull on the edge of his lips. Smiling wasn't something he did often, apparently. "Ah, uh. Thanks... Tell him I said thanks. I appreciate it." Although his voice was always a bit on the unemotional side, the way he said it definitely gave off that he did appreciate and liked the gifts he received. He wasn't sure how to show gratitude, however.
"L... S... D?" he asked, slowly, turning to Clod as he set the gift bag beside him and idly ran his fingers along the Growlithe's ear before returning his hands to his lap; it seemed to be some sort of thank-you to the Growlithe, but that was probably just Cassidy's strangeness. "Mn..." He gave a confused expression, tilting his head a little before righting himself, staring at Elizabeth for a moment--did she seem a bit uncomfortable? He wasn't sure, but not wanting to make her feel moreso, he turned back to Clod.
"Illegal? Then, what is it?" Of course, he was just further proving how stupid he was with each passing moment.
"Well," Jack commented dryly towards the comment about Silent Tom, but decided against saying anything more. He stayed quiet for a moment, watching as Spazz sent off the Growlithe towards some blonde kid in the middle of the room.
Pulling what was left of the cigarette from his lips, Jack breathed out smoke slowly before pressing the stick between his lips once again, tongue pressing against the end for a second.
"Occasionally, if I feel like it. Not often, though. I'll do E if I've got some chick in bed, though. Usually." He shrugged, eyes moving into the crowd to watch Diamond dancing with some guy. A twinge of anger shot through his veins as he saw the man running his fingers along her hips and under the back of her jeans, just ever so slightly, but he tried simply inhaled sharply on the cigarette once more to pull the anger from his body. He knew he was over protective of her, but why wouldn't he be? Any good father would be protective of his daughter. Or, rather, as people thought of them, any good brother would be protective of his younger sister. Although the truth of the matter was that it went both ways.
"You particularly fancy E, I'm assuming." he said. judging from Spazz's wishlist; it was really just small talk. He had nothing better to do, after all.
Chad wasn't at all surprised by Jun's enthusiasm; not so much because of his offer, but he had suspected such from this man based on how he had acted before. Jun just nodded, grinning for a second as he followed after Jun before catching up, easily, and walking beside the man, looking around for Hannibal.
"So. Wanna know anything about me?" he asked, shoving his hands into his pockets as he looked around, grinning over at Jun once in awhile.
"I see..." he said, slowly, watching the Ledyba and smiling as she landed on his shoulder. He grinned, showing a sharpened canine. "Heh. No name, eh? Huh. What should I call you, girly?" he asked, rubbing a finger against the top of her head. "Jaclyn? Has the same meaning as the name Jamie." Seemingly liking her name, the Ledyba nuzzled against his hand, enjoying the affection.
"Jaclyn it is," he decided, lowering his hand and looking back over to Jamie. "Heh. Are they really? Well, that's cool. I listen to the radio sometimes, but it's weird hearing myself sing, so I never listen to stations that play our music too often."
"Glad you like 'em, beautiful. Hah! Rockstar? Sounds so strange for someone to actually call me that to my face." He smiled, leaning against the counter and resting his cheek in his chin.
"A drink sounds nice. We're not supposed to play for about another half hour or so, anyway."
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Post by bijuu. on Jan 10, 2009 17:47:47 GMT -5
Sarah's excitement was rapidly seeping into Cree, making the Horsea boy's chest swell with warmth; perhaps this night wouldn't turn out so badly after all. She finally scooped the Surskit up into her arms, animatedly chattering like she'd known the bug forever. He watched on, kneeling on the floor to wrap his own arms around Leevi as if he'd suddenly remembered that the otter was there for his protection; the Buizel cuddled close to his master, wrapping both tails around his waist and staring, immobile, toward the crowds; his attention to the avian-loving female had lapsed as if he wanted to point out that surely she was no threat. "I-i can show you what a Masquerain looks like, if you want... it's in my Pokédex, Sarah." he offered, uncertain whether the girl wanted the evolution of her Surskit to remain secret until it happened or not. Maybe she'd be doubly excited if she did see?
Cree nearly jolted when Odele approached him, then shyly stood, hugging Leevi tightly to his chest when the young lady held out the bag, introducing herself and asking the Horsea 'morph if he'd like to open his presents. The blue-skinned male gazed at the bag for a moment, an unreadable look in his crimson eyes, and then finally reached out a hand to take it carefully, soundlessly urging Leevi to cling to the front of his top while he uttered a timid "...oh, oh wow, thank you.." as he pushed aside the tissue paper, unearthing first the Phione plush (yeah, it was a Phione, not a Manaphy, Zom, by the way); he ran his fingers gently across the plushie's smooth surface, marveling at the detail of the object. A happy sparkle lit up his eyes as he tucked the item under his arm and picked out the flip flops and hair gel in turn; a smile curled his thin lips, and he placed the gifts back into the bag carefully, slipping the handles of the bag over his wrist so he could cradle Leevi more comfortably; the otter's front paws clutched Cree's arms gently, his twin tails brushing against the boy's exposed belly reassuringly. The look he was giving Odele was filled with curiosity, though the Buizel wasn't exactly certain just yet what the girl wanted.
"T-this is all amazing, Odele, thank you so much." he nodded, the Carvanha tooth on its chain jangling merrily along with its owner's movements. Leevi made an approving noise, baring glittering white teeth in a silly grin, the pale spots above his eyes quirking like eyebrows and giving the Buizel a softer expression. "Mika here hasn't smiled like tha' in ages. Thanks for that, miss Odele~" Leevi crooned, nuzzling against his owner affectionately and flicking his tails back and forth in a pleased gesture.
Wren was forced to stop short his affections when Darby sat, ordering a beer and leaving the Espeon alone for the time being; snuffling and then finally sneezing to clear his sinuses, the Psychic-type put his paws up on Blair's lap, as if begging for a taste of his boy's drink. Wren barely ever spoke as it was, but it seemed the two had a telepathic connection of sorts. Even so, Blair refused to share his tantalizingly blue cocktail, and shooed the cat away with the excuse that he'd yet to find Kim; shoving the small bag at the Espeon, he soon turned back to Darby, giving the boy an odd look as if he'd suddenly read his mind. "...not yet, actually. Bloody wench is hard enough to find, mind ya, so I'll just send Wren off to give her the presents. Should stop him from trying to rape your leg, huh?" he finally rasped in response to Darby's question, a soft laugh accompanying the choice of words.
The purple feline pawed at the bag for a moment, grinning insanely as if some inside joke, then blinked once, surrounding the gift with a pale blue aura; prancing off like some lovestruck idiot, Wren held his head high, trilling loudly, "Goodbye yellow-brick road~ ♫" in a singsong voice before trotting off with the gift bag following like some possessed toy. He wound his way through groups of people, passing Nox in the process; the Dark feline was returning from his errand for Noah, slightly crestfallen but happy all the same that Oliver had loved his daughter so much. He paused to glance back at the retreating Espeon after Wren teasingly ran his tailtips over the Umbreon's back, a confused mewl fleeing his maw. Blinking, Nox shrugged his slender shoulders and fled back to Noah, curling up beside the man's chair and yawning widely.
Wren finally located Kim; the girl was dithering about with a guy who looked like he was in the construction business. A polite Pokémon would have at least said 'excuse me, coming through' or at the least made a noise to show he was about to interrupt. As fucking if. Wren pushed himself between Kim's legs without a second thought, gazing up at her and leaving the gift bag to float in front of her face. "At every hour goes the tick tock bang of monitors..." the Espeon crooned in a hoarse whisper, gently forcing the bag upon her and curling his tail around her leg. A soft cough, and he spoke again. "...from Blair. To you. 'M Wren." his voice sounded thin and defeated, as if he'd suddenly undergone a personality change. Within moments he was his own eccentric self again, staring curiously at Ene; the tiny feline seemed in a huff, and Wren couldn't help but make a comment. "..he's so beautiful; such a beautiful disaster." the Espeon crowed, cackling softly as if to himself and slanted his ears back from sheer enjoyment.
The Linoone 'morph quirked an ear at being told not to worry about his mistake, and nodded slowly; his surprise was more so at the fact that Nema had understood what he'd said than anything. A fresh blush rose to his cheeks rapidly when asked whether the Doreli family frightened him; oh, Arceus, he should have just kept his damned mouth shut! Surely Nema thought he was some sort of coward now. He was almost nineteen and acted like some scared little child. A moment passed and Artie found himself shaking his head; the words were stuck in his throat and he didn't want to make an idiot out of himself by stumbling over his words any worse than he already had.
A soft gasp of surprise fled Artemis when Nema slipped out of his seat and stood behind him, embracing him as he gazed at the slip of paper in the Linoone 'morph's hands; his entire body tensed as if he were ready to bolt, and his tail shivered uncontrollably. This kind of physical contact had become almost alien to him. He'd rejected even his brother's touches for a time now, so his body automatically went on high-alert even at this. "Hey, hey..." the man soothed his anxiety, then explaining that Dakota and he had switched because he wanted to... to spoil him? Artie's ears slanted back, and he bit his lip. Recently. What was recently? Arceus, no, he didn't want to go back down that road again. "...spoiled..? I-i don't see why I... wait.. Dakota told you about me?" he mumbled shyly, his interest suddenly caught by the few sentences. Offering no resistance or protest whatsoever when Nema took hold of his wrist, gently inviting him to take a seat on the armrest of the chair, Artie complied nervously.
Daring not to say no to this man, Artemis did as he was asked, scooting over a little and curling his tail in his lap just so he could let his hands have something to do; he'd always found that running his hands through the fur on that fifth appendage calmed him, as odd as it sounded. "...she's really pretty. Your Linoone, I mean." he remarked suddenly, if only to break the silence he was forcing upon himself. He didn't want to come off rude toward Nema, especially since he was being so kind and the 'morph had already felt as if he had insulted him by assuming he bore some form of ill will toward him. Maybe it was just his paranoia speaking.
Noah wasn't expecting to be approached by someone as... stuck-up? No, no, that was a little harsh... er, formal? Yes, formal was the word; he could see Dakota tense for a moment as Tarou neared him, but then the boy was scooping up the Spinarak and apologizing to Abel for having to leave. The Koffing 'morph nodded, giving his lover a small wave in acknowledgment before his attentions were absorbed by both the return of his Umbreon and Tarou handing him a small box, saying something about not having the time to troop through the wilderness looking for Pokémon or pinning down venomous creatures for their valuable poison. Noah bit back a retort that most likely would have initiated an argument, and silently accepted the gift.
What he would have liked to say included something along the lines of him not imagining someone who looked like a measured-with-a-fucking-ruler businessman taking the risk of getting his suit ruffled by exposing himself to the danger of being bitten, stung, sprayed, or even trampled by something as dangerous as an aggressive poison-type. Instead, he forced a smile (in Noah's case it could be seen moreso as a smirk) on his face, and unwrapped the package neatly, delighted to see the man at least adhered to his wishlist; the two Metal Coats were more than enough for him. One would aid his Scyther in becoming a Scizor, whilst the other would be saved for his future Onix. "As a matter of fact, I am Noah. And you shouldn't worry about that. Hunting down poisonous Pokémon isn't for everyone, you see, so arigatou gozaimasu for these; I appreciate it." he replied, nodding in thanks. '...truthfully I'd like to see what crawled up your ass and died.' he thought to himself as he watched Tarou; clearly the man wasn't too pleased with witnessing whatever had gone on between Dakota and himself, and in the 'morph's opinion he could shove it as far as whatever he was thinking about went.
Marley's expression didn't change once, and she waved away any thoughts of Harper's as far as not giving anything in return went before she could have even said them. She grinned warmly at Elijah, curiously gazing at his not-so-human features; it was pure, unadulterated curiosity. She'd been doing it all night, satiating some of her undying thirst by striking up a conversation with a rather flamboyant-looking Roselia 'morph who had smelled like a dozen flower gardens and looked just so gorgeous Marley had to quell the burst of compliments she'd had in mind for the young woman. "You're Elijah, then, nein?" she remarked, holding out her hand for him to shake. "I'm Marley, like you might already know~ Nice to meet you. Now... I hope you don't find me rude, but.. ach.. what sort of 'morph are you?" she asked, innocently tilting her head. Jacko trilled melodiously from his perch, a friendly gleam in his eyes.
Harper's offer did not go unwanted; Marley had put down her Grasshopper somewhere, and come to think of it, she didn't even remember where. If this girl was willing to buy, hey, why not? "Oh, ja, thank you, Harper, that sounds amazing. I could do with something yummy right now. Oh, and you've got to see what's inside that Pokéball soon; I wager you'll love it~" she added almost as an afterthought, slipping her arm around Elijah's shoulders and looping her other arm through Harper's. It was natural for her. Whether her two new friends thought of such open contact, she didn't know.
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Post by Lara on Jan 11, 2009 0:01:55 GMT -5
Cain almost smiled at his good luck. Not only did he get a secret santa that wanted little to do with him past actually receiving a gift; he also managed to get gifts from someone who practically felt the same way! Okay, so 'not wanting to bother' him wasn't exactly the same as 'I want nothing to do with you', but it counted similarly in his book. Wesley had given him his gifts and was now engaged in the act of receiving his own gifts from the girl who had come out of nowhere. To top that, both of them didn't seem to need him around.
Perfect. He glanced one last time over at the bar, where he had last seen Abel, and sure enough he was still over there, though it did look like his conversation was wrapping up. Well, even better. Cain knew he could slip out of the party without anyone even realizing - or caring, except in Abel's case, probably; then again, Cain didn't much care what Abel thought anyway. And he did just that. In fact, he wheeled himself straight out the door without second thought. -ding ding-Cain has left the building!Almost immediately after once again expressing his interest in Dakota's suggestion of photography, Abel found himself holding what could have been an old receipt, though he was paying more attention to the girlish handwriting on the back. The words there contained a great deal of information - info he hoped he would actually have the courage to use at some point. As much as he really wanted to give it a try, well... sometimes he backed out at the last minute. Words on a piece of paper might provide a bit of incentive, but Abel had to hope that Dakota's own enthusiasm would be enough to get him to go through with it.
He nodded a bit as Dakota rattled off exactly what was on the paper. The green tint to his eyes as he skimmed the paper proved that he really was happy about it all, even if the other boy wouldn't recognize the detail for what it was. He had enough time to smile a bit back at Dakota before the boy saw his own secret santa. Then it was up to a quick goodbye, and Abel watched as Dakota scooped up the Spinarek and went off to give his own gift.
Now he had given the gift he had brought, and had received one of his own. That meant his part in this party was over, but he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to leave just yet. After all, he had seen Cain at some point, ages ago... Hopefully, his brother hadn't left yet. Seeing that there was another gift exchange going on right next to him, Abel decided to take his 'investigation' away from the bar itself, determined to see if Cain was still hanging around. Elijah found an edge of a smile creeping on to his face as he watched Harper open her second set of gifts for the night. Now that he knew it was okay, he seemed much more at ease; as a matter of fact, he was actually proud of himself for feeling that way. There had been a few humans that he had been comfortable around - the girl who had given him his wonderfully warm scarf, for instance - but with most of them had taken much more time for him to loosen up. Then again, he hadn't been in this type of setting before since the lab... and he hadn't tended to stick around long enough to try and get to know people, for the most part.
He blinked as the other girl, Marley, started talking again. It took him a moment to register that she was speaking to him, but once he did he made sure to pay attention to what she was saying. "<Y-yes, nice... nice to meet you.>" He stumbled fairly easily through the bit of introduction before being hit with her question. What kind of morph? Oh... He understood what she was asking, though he wasn't sure whether to feel a bit upset or not. He knew they had changed him, but... had he really changed so much that he couldn't be recognized for what he was supposed to be?
Maybe... maybe she just didn't want to make any mistakes. Eli took a moment to give himself a few excuses, a few reasons why people would mistake him for anything but what he was, and he found himself feeling a bit better afterwards. Though the pause might have shown he was a bit taken aback by the question, he hoped he wasn't silent long enough to make her feel awkward. "<I'm a Turtwig... morph,>" he said, a split second worth of hesitation between the two words, as if he forgot that he wasn't the actual Pok?mon. Even if he was reminded of it daily, it still felt odd to actually say it out loud.
The conversation quickly came back around to the suggestion Harper made; something about drinks. Eli had to cock his head slightly in thought. Was the question for him as well, or was it to Marley, in order to repay her for the gifts, like when she had given him his own present? He clutched the Charmander egg gently against his chest as he continued to think. What did she mean by drinks, anyway? Life as a Pok?mon, as well as life in the lab, had left Eli's knowledge about the concept of alcohol ... oh... around zero.
He did know, however, that in order to get to the drinks, chances were good they would have to go inside. That was probably what he was most concerned with. Before he could begin to get nervous, however, he felt a sudden, abrupt weight across his shoulders. Nearly jumping in fright from the unexpected contact, it took him a moment to realize that Marley had simply draped her arm behind his neck, and a few moments more to calm himself down past the point of immediately trying to flee. Physical contact with, well, almost anyone when it came to Eli was also around a zero. But... this... maybe it wasn't as bad as he was expecting. So maybe going inside wouldn't be as bad, either. Or maybe he could just hope. Cree's offer to show her a Pok?dex entry of Masquerain had come just around the moment that his secret santa, Odele, as it turned out, had approached. Sarah probably would have been ready and willing to see the entry, but she didn't want the other girl to be kept waiting any longer than necessary. Her excitement could be contained. "That would be fun, Cree~. Maybe when you're done," she said with a grin, glancing over to Odele with a cheerful expression by way of greeting. Then she had made sure to busy herself with the Surskit dancing in her arms.
"It'll be a fun surprise, seeing you evolve, you know?" Feeling that a few steps was more than enough to not worry about distracting Cree and Odele, Sarah had begun to chat with her new Pok?mon. It was a way of distracting herself as well, since a glance towards the bar had proven that the avian girl wasn't done with the conversation she had been in when Sarah had first walked past. There went that opportunity; then again, there would be more, no worries. Besides, she didn't want to just up and leave Cree without a word; that wouldn't be nice at all.
"We're going to have to come up with a good name for you," she informed the bug Pok?mon, taking its chattering squeaks for agreement. "I'm just not sure what yet. It's going to be an awesome one, though, don't worry about that~." She lapsed into a momentary silence in order to observe the Surskit for a bit, watching with a grin as it managed to fidget its way out of her grip in order to climb up her shirt, investigating her goggles and putting out a faint tapping rhythm as its legs rubbed up against her.
"Haha, you like that, do you?" she chuckled as the Surskit discovered the tapping noises it was making, grinned, and continued to make them, this time a bit faster. She watched and listened for a moment longer before grinning and rubbing the Surskit's head with her hand. "I've got it~. What to you say to Cadence? I'd probably call you Caddy, but you do like those rhythms. I'd say it suits you!" The Surskit grinned at her again, offering no complaints, simply continuing to tap its front leg against her goggles.
Continuing to grin, a name having been decided, Sarah glanced over to see Cree give Odele a grin of his own. She was glad to see him so excited about his own gifts. Jamie couldn't help but smile as he listened to Metis go through the process of naming his new Pok?mon. The Ledyba - now Jaclyn, as she had been nicely named - seemed to like her chosen name, and Metis appeared to be enjoying himself as well. Jamie was glad he had decided to give the Pok?mon away after all.
Speaking of Pok?mon, his thoughts strayed to the rest of the Pokeballs in his bag. Each was wrapped with a ribbon corresponding to their type, so he wouldn't have to ruin the surprise by opening it to check which Pok?mon he was giving away. He only needed to actually go through the motions of giving them to others for the deed to be done.
"I understand," he said with a bit of a nod as Metis mentioned that he didn't exactly like to hear himself sing. He personally couldn't see why, as the singer had an amazing voice, but then again, it was probably a different circumstance when you were the one doing the singing. "You probably sound a bit different on the radio than in person," he couldn't help but add with a bit of a smile that led up to his next comment. "As my own experience with your music has been limited to the radio, it will be interesting, hearing you live. When does your band go on?" He seemed more curious than overly interested, but he did have to hope that Metis didn't take his comments as being 'fan' talk. He had no wish to give that sort of impression. OOC; I would do a bit for Elizabeth, but it would just end up being inner monologue, and I don't really know where that would get me...
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Post by αℓℓı on Jan 13, 2009 20:09:32 GMT -5
ooc; I know it's only two parts, but I don't want to get caught behind. xD
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As Artemis sat, Nema felt himself inwardly celebrating; one small victory down, many more to go. Though he couldn't help but feel a bit disheartened, still; he was used to his stupid little games working. He was used to shy people. But Artemis was an entirely different kind of shy; a moment ago, he'd honestly looked like he was about to die of embarrassment. Nema wasn't at all used to that.
"Ah? Oh, thank you, heh. Sagwa's her name. Linoone are adorable." He smiled, running his fingers against her ear, which she rubbed into, crooning softly before slinking down along Artemis' shoulder and squirming around him before setting in his lap, nosing against hist thigh. Her tail batted lightly, twitching occasionally. "Heh, she likes you, too. Always good."
Leaning an arm against the side of the chair, Nema reached back, grabbing something. There were a few somethings there, too.
"Uh, let's see... This one first? It's as good as any," he muttered, talking to himself, before pulling a large, cream-colored plush from behind the chair. A stuffed Linoone, of course. One of many gifts. Nema truly did love to spoil others.
"Yeah. He tells me about anything interesting that happens in his life. I feel bad for you, because..." he hesitated for a minute, staring out at the crowd, an expression of thought on his face, before he smiled, looking back to Artemis as he gently urged the stuffed plush towards the other. "Because I know what you're going through. I can relate."
He faced behind the chair, picking up the two small boxes. One was especially small, while the other was about the size--and width--of a book. That one he held out to Artemis.
"No clue what kind you liked," he said, shrugging, referring to the contents of the box; inside was about a hundred or so different hair clips. Some had flowers on them, many had different types of Pok?mon on them. There were simple small colored ones, some bigger, and in a zip-lock bag there were about ten or with Linoone on them in different posts or colors.
"What do you think this one is?" he asked, smiling and giving the box a gentle shake--just one and very lightly, though. He hoped that, by now, the other didn't think he was teasing him.
[Will edit in Metis' reply to Jamie. Near demands to read Nema's part. I've had this open for a couple days anyway. ;o; ]
-------------- [ "Dakota" "Atticus" "Nema" "Cassidy" "Metis" "Jonas" "Chad" "Jack" ]
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Post by [Shoe ♥]! on Jan 14, 2009 16:15:42 GMT -5
ooc; This really shouldn't have taken me so long~ -/hold up-
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The Flareon 'morph was basking in the glory of her well-executed gift. Oooh! That man was blushing! She had hit the nail right on the head, if she did say so herself. Mission accomplished - who said that she wasn't a generous, loving, and thoughtful foxy girl? Hehe. Foxy. She had always considered herself more cat-like, but vulpine... it did seem a little more fitting, right? Her tail was nice and bushy, after all. Hmmm. As if in afterthought, Lyra swished her tail in a long fluid motion, flattening an ear in slight concentration. No, this wasn't exactly... anything worth worrying, or even think about... she was a Flareon 'morph - not some fox. Yeah! She was unique! Her own! Yeah! Hahaha!
She was so damn special.
Immersed with her own thoughts, she didn't exactly notice that someone was standing in front of her... until they started to speak (of course they started to talk to her; she was too much for anyone with attention-giving powers to resist). Something about... her Secret Santa..? Oooh~! How fun. It had been a bother in her mind, the fact that her person was avoiding her or otherwise abstaining from contact. At last they came to their senses. The 'morph smiled charmingly at this friend apparently) of her Santa, until her own started to talk on his own.
Did he have to be so shy? Arceus, he was stuttering like a moron with too many speech impairments, and was clutching that adorable Vulpix that just had to be intended for her. A few more lines of conversation confirmed this, spreading her grin wider and perking her ears to their normal position. Was it a simple coincidence that she had been thinking about foxes just a minute before? Probably, but it would be more fun just to think otherwise. At least, until Caia 'informed' her like the smart ass he was when she ranted this off to him later.
"Well, I didn't really think it was a hard wishlist, doll, but you're certainly right~! Vulpixes are extremely beautiful~ How I adore them. Is it a boy or a girl, darling?" Lyra purred, gently taking the vulpine from Atticus, stroking its ashen pelt tenderly.
"I'm glad to see you accept the offer. Once again, I sincerely apologize for her...." Caiaphas muttered once again, smiling in a sorry manner.
Tarou was surprised to hear the mainly polite response from the pokemorph (even going so far to saying the polite form of thank you - how pleasing). Even though the man could tell it was laced with a form of... not reluctance, not strong enough to be hatred... hmm, perhaps a late teenager's or early twenties' way of 'rebellion' against people who looked 'uptight.' No matter. Tarou knew how he looked to people, and wasn't aiming to make friends with people as young looking as Noah, in any case. At least he had... spoken respect for his elders. And didn't seem to mind the lackluster present. One less thing to worry about.
"I'm pleased that you like it. You're quite welcome. I have no wish to irritate you further, seeing as you seem busy." Truly, at the age Noah seemed to be, he wouldn't have wished to be really talked to by a twenty-six year old, business-whore like himself, unless they had a specific purpose in doing so. Tarou hadn't enjoyed those sorts of conversations, and he was the kind that indulged in that sort of thing. He smiled, not warmly, but kindly enough, "I sincerely hope you enjoy your evening, Noah. Happy Holidays."
With that he nodded politely at his giftee, and then was off, turning his heel to the direction of... the exact opposite end of the bar. How cunning, indeed. He simply wanted to check on his own Spinarak and get a drink or two before leaving. The man had no interest whatsoever in seeing some 'top' boy band scream their lungs out later, and his business was complete. Though, he had been invited... and he might as well get a few drinks out of it. He sat on a stool by himself (what a position for an ex-prosecutor to be in... he wasn't an addict like one of his old mentors... but... still...), ordered a gin and tonic, and stared at the ball with slight interest for a few moments before letting the little arachnid out, conversing with the (obnoxiously) sweet Pok?mon that he decided to call Misa.
"Then I don't exactly remember what happened after that. I mean, I probably blacked out or something.... I tend to do that in weird situations. Ooh! Thanks, Bartender~" Elias ranted on absent mindedly, not caring if anyone was listening or not. After a few drinks the Nidoran loosened up... and after more than a few, life sort of blurred. Thankfully, his speech hadn't started to slur yet.... A few more drinks might do it, though. The thought came to him briefly, but he disregarded it, taking another long sip of some liquid. He didn't even remember what was in that shot glass anymore, actually....
"As I wa--" Elias was about to start again, only to be stopped by a gentle hand on his shoulder. He (perhaps more quickly than usual, sluggish drunk humans) turned his head to see another boy with an egg in his hands. Ooh! That must've been for him... right? Alright, so it was... the offspring of a Nidoking? That meant a Nidoran! That meant... that meant... oh Arceus~! His lips pulled into a wide smile, exposing huge, buck teeth, and his ears flattened in submissive thank-you. It didn't matter who it came from (who was this Nema, anyway...?), only that he was finally getting what he so ached to have - his own counterpart!
He could have hugged Dakota, if it wasn't for the fact that, even alcohol buzzed, he was painfully aware of his odd appearance. Perhaps the racism wasn't so bad in Kairuu, but he wasn't taking any unnecessary risks. So instead, his smile grew (impossibly) wider, and he cooed, "Ooh! Thankyou so much~! You don't know how much this means to me~" His feral, red eyes were wide with gratitude, and he was almost bouncing out of his seat with joy.
ooc; Aannd, my muse has left me. I'll finish this later. Dx
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Post by `jαzz on Jan 15, 2009 21:07:13 GMT -5
Though he himself had grown up in a town where he'd been exposed to many Pokémorphs -- specifically those of the water element -- figured that not everyone had the opportunity to come into contact with them. In response to his friend's question, he provided a brief summary. "Pokémorphs are people who have Pokémon DNA. That's what makes them resemble the Pokémon whose DNA they have. It's really cool, in my opinion."
He assumed Atticus would be a little longer with the Flareon 'morph, so Kahale decided that he might as well grab a drink while they were at the bar. Getting close enough to the counter wasn't an easy task, considering the amount of traffic coming and going, but he eventually managed to put in an order. "Hey, can I get a Manhattan, please? Thanks." Despite the sheer amount of people congregating around the bar, his drink was prepared relatively quickly. He retrieved his drink after laying down a small wad of money, plucking the cherry garnish from the cocktail and eating it. Kahale didn't waste any time in returning to where Atticus stood, pleased to see that Lyra appeared happy with her gift.
Scott watched the exchange between Lyra and the boy with the Vulpix briefly from the corner of his eye. He found the presence of the fox-like Pok?mon to be mildly intriguing. He'd never seen a Vulpix before. ...Well, with the exception of pictures in books and magazines. Scott was trying to be as subtle about eavesdropping as possible; he certainly didn't want to appear interested in the conversation, should his Secret Santa decide to pull him back into the spotlight. That really wasn't a place he wanted to be right now.
Luckily, the Cyndaquil had meant what he said earlier about the drinks. Sloshing around the remainder of the beer in the bottom of the bottle, Scott found that he was no longer pleased with the idea of ordering another. He wanted something stronger. Metis would surely kill him for getting drunk before their show, but he wasn't really focused on what the consequences would be. "Bartender, get me a Flaming B-52."
The man behind the counter eyed Scott skeptically. He'd already seen the boy suck down numerous beers, and now he was asking for a drink like that? Against his better judgment, he obliged, gathering the necessary tools to prepare and build the drink. Normally he would have declined the request, but the poor guy really looked like he needed something strong to drown his problems with. After the drink was complete, he set the surface ablaze. He completed his creation with one final garnish: a straw. "Better suck that down quick, kid, 'fore the whole glass melts."
Scott nodded his appreciation, bringing the straw to his lips. The drink was gone in less than a minute. Feeling rather satisfied, he flagged down the bartender once again, requesting yet another drink. Damn, he was getting so wasted. Even though the alcohol had begun to impair his thoughts, Scott somehow remembered that he had a gift to deliver. Sighing heavily, he pushed his half-finished drink away from him. Perhaps it was time to throw in the towl, as much as he hated to. Surrendering his seat to another person, Scott turned to thank Lyra and Caiaphas. "..Thanks again for the gifts..and the drinks."
Pulling the card from his back pocket, Scott scrutinized the picture printed on it. Hey, wait a minute. He recognized the kid in the picture. Hadn't that guy been sitting at the bar just a second ago? The one with the bleached hair. Good thing he hadn't gone far. Scott approached the young boy, gift in hand. He was completely oblivious to the fact that Dakota was already engaged in conversation. "'Scuse me. You Dakota? I'm Scott, your Secret Santa...yeah. Uh, I..got ya this." He held out a small white box that was adorned with a thin red ribbon. "Hope ya like it."
Wesley decided that it was time to call it a night. He hadn't stayed long, but nevertheless he'd had a great time. Wes was thankful he'd gotten the opportunity to meet so many different people. "Well Kim, I think it's time for me to head out. Again, thank you for all of the wonderful gifts. Have a good night. Take care, now." Giving the girl a warm smile, Wes bid her farewell.
Even for a man of his size, he still found it hard to make his way to the door. He was momentarily side-tracked by the snack bar however; he needed a snack to tide him over before he got home. After all, returning to Plainfair would be a bit of a journey. After tucking some appetizing finger foods into his pocket, Wesley slipped out of the ballroom.
! Wes has gone home for the evening.
Good. She'd managed to kill two birds with one stone. Harper could satiate her thirst as well as possibly make good friends in the process. Admittedly, Harper had felt a little taken aback with Marley hooked her arm through her own, but it really didn't bother her. She was glad that she had gotten the opportunity to interact with such kind people. With her new acquaintances in tow, Harper led the way through the crowd and towards the bar.
Fortunately a group as getting up from their seats at the bar as the three of them were arriving. Harper seated herself, motioning for Marley and Elijah to do the same. "Yeah~ I can't wait to see what's inside!" Harper replied enthusiastically, in response to Marley's earlier statement. Fishing the Poké Ball from the gift bag that had been given to her, she pressed the center button. Tossing it out onto the ballroom floor in front of her, Harper waited until the flash of bright light faded so she could get a good look at the creature that had been housed inside the sphere.
It took a moment for her brain to process the image. ...A human-like shape...a unique shade of pink...Harper squealed in delight. A Drowzee?! And a shiny one at that! "Oh, how fantastic! Thank you so much, Marley~
[/b]" She absolutely adored Psychic-types. " Does he or she already have a name?" she asked excitedly, bobbing up and down in her seat. She could hardly control herself. - - - ooc; I'll type up sections for Moz, Jarek, or Hannibal if need be. (: But for now I'll just post this bit... [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Affectionate Zombie on Jan 18, 2009 13:24:35 GMT -5
((Sorry for the wait ahfjkds. x__x))
The sound of a loud, cheery, unfamiliar voice shouting his name might have startled Ellery at any other moment, but right then, the chatty crowd surrounding him made the noise seem at home. He turned and blinked at Clod; he was the long-haired fellow sitting in the center of the ballroom, where the crowd made a gap around he and two other guests seated with him. Huh.
"That's your...Secret Santa, isn't it? ..Well, better get over there, then. ...Uh. Thanks again. Merry...Christmas." Moz sounded rather awkward, as if he wasn't used to being friendly. Maybe he wasn't; Ellery certainly couldn't be sure. Still, he smiled at the morph, a weak little quirk of the lips that was only a shadow of what he might have managed before he'd fallen ill.
"If you, um, want to say hi later..." His sentence trailed off slowly, and he shrugged, unsure as to why he'd even bothered asking at all. Moz probably wouldn't feel like saying hello, as he surely had better things to do, people to see, that sort of thing. But, well, just in case... He wanted to make a few friends tonight, after all. If he didn't put in some effort, it wouldn't happen. Ellery waved a sheepish little goodbye at the Pokemorph, then made his way over to Clod, seating himself down once he reached his destination. "Um, eheh, 'ello." Another teensy smile, barely there, as he fiddled with his hat awkwardly, trying to pull it down lower if only a bit.
Landon, at Oliver's half-assed and careless attempt at covering up his lack of a gift, could do nothing but laugh. Well, at least he was trying to cover up his mistake of forgetting a better present. And the Umbreon's cuteness -- Vorspiel, now, he supposed -- was softening him up a bit. "Ahaha. Whatever, man. Gimme some of that chocolate, c'mon." He grabbed for it, still grinning. Nape piercing, too, huh? Sweeeeet. And he still had that I.O.U. to look forward to... Eeheehee, Oliver was gonna be regretting that once he thought of what to have him do.
For Kim's sake, Ene was sure glad that Wesley seemed friendly. Not too frightening, either; he greeted Kimmie with a "nice to meet you!" and a smile, even waiting without complaint as the twitchy, nervous girl dug through her bag for his presents. When he was presented with the books, he seemed very pleased, and Kim's face flushed with her relief and glee. He liked them! Phew. But the painting...
It took the construction worker a few seconds to say anything about the painting. He was simply looking it over, and Kim had trouble reading his expression. Of course, she was nervous again. What if he... what if he didn't like it? She wouldn't be surprised, you know, it was... it was just a painting and not that great and-- and-- ohhh, he probably didn't like it--
But then he spoke, and his tone was anything but unhappy. "Hand-made? You painted this yourself? This is incredible. I don't think a simple 'thank-you' would suffice. This really is beyond words." He hadn't looked up, too busy staring at the painting.
Kim's head might have exploded, she was blushing so much. "I... I-I'm really glad you like it." And she truly, truly was. It was a huge relief and it made her glad to know that she'd given him a good gift; not only that, but it was flattering how much he liked the painting.
When the man smiled and said that it was time for him to go, Ene rubbed up against his leg and squeaked out a "byee-eee!", and Kim nodded, offering a twitchy little smile back up at him. Off he went through the crowd, his gifts in hand. She waited a few moments, until she could no longer see him; then, she sighed, taking off her hat and running a hand through her hair.
"Relax, Kimmie. He liked your gifts a lot. Now you just need to find your Santa, and then you can go... I guess. Okay?" Though Ene didn't seem pleased that his trainer would undoubtedly want to get going as soon as possible, he wasn't going to force her to stick around; overexposure to the crowded, loud party might kill her. "But remember: Food for me?" He grinned up at her, his tail swaying back and forth cheerfully.
The girl stared at her Pok?mon for a moment, then giggled, smiling a little. "Okay... Food for you."
"Yaaaay!" She gently scooped up the Skitty and began to make her slow, careful way through the crowd, jumping nervously whenever someone bumped against her and trying oh so very hard not to touch anyone -- and failing.
She nearly shrieked at the sudden feel of smooth fur against her legs. "OhmyArceus--" she squeaked, spinning around wildly to stare down at the Espeon that had made its way between her legs and was now returning her stare full force.
"At every hour goes the tick tock bang of monitors..." The psychic-type had a raspy, whispering sort of voice, and wasn't making any sense on top of that. Creepy, really; Kim shivered at the sound. There was a bag floating in front of her face, though, so she had to assume that this creature was somehow connected to her Secret Santa.
"Um," she said, as the bag pressed against her. She awkwardly took it, shivering again when the Espeon's tail wound its way around one of her ankles and the creature coughed softly.
"...from Blair. To you. 'M Wren." This time, his tone was different, more dejected and weak. How... odd...
Ene, of course, didn't take well to such a strange intruder, especially when said intruder was alarming Kim. The Skitty scowled at Wren, while Kim carefully placed her Pok?mon on the ground so that she could open the bag she'd been given. "..he's so beautiful; such a beautiful disaster." Wren then cackled, and Ene huffed.
"What's wrong with you? You're so freaky, yeesh. No comprendo; I don't speak crazy-talk!" He turned away with a squeaky little "hmph!" noise, and Kim frowned down at him.
"B-be polite, Ene." She sounded distracted, though, as she was now peering into her gift bag.
Darby, in the meantime, laughed a little at Blair, half because what he'd said was sort of funny, and half because Blair was laughing, too. Laughs were contagious when you had alcohol in your system. "Yeah, that'll be nice. Would rather he didn't make a mess of my jeans." He took a sip of the new drink that had been sat in front of him, the tiny grin that had sneaked its way onto his face falling slowly. Still uncomfortable. Arceus.
Hopefully, once the alcohol started to kick in (and it definitely was; he was beginning to feel a little funny) he would remember to be careful with the Snubbull egg. He didn't want to drop it or anything, even if it was all pink and girlish and people would think he was a pussy if they found out what was inside. And hopefully he wouldn't fuck anything up -- well, okay, if meant literally, then that was actually what he intended to do. But he didn't want to, like, pass out or throw up before he wound up doing what he was so nervous about. That would be seriously fucking lame.
Maybe he should lay off the drinks... He glanced down at the one in his hand, then at the egg in his lap. After a second, he took another swig, but pushed the bottle away once he was finished.
"How old're you, anyway?" More fucking small talk, but he was legitimately curious this time. It wasn't like it mattered terribly; Blair obviously wasn't too old, and Darby was almost eighteen, himself, so even if someone found out and gave a shit about what they were going to do, pedophilia wouldn't be too serious an issue. But he was interested, if not for any reason that he could readily pinpoint. Curiosity was curiosity. He had to blink a few times to shoo the spots from his vision, so he had the feeling he wouldn't remember the answer later, anyhow, or care thanks to the headache he would undoubtedly have pounding at his brain.
Jun, heading carelessly through any gaps in the crowd that he might happen upon, hummed some Utopian Rebellion song under his breath and kept an eye open for Hannibal. He would get that interview, oh yes he would!
But then Chad spoke up, and Jun, still moving, turned to glance at him. "Well, definately!" he replied, looking thoughtful. "Let's see... Daily routine? Do you do anything special to keep yourself in top shape, for your skateboarding competitions and stuff? Um... oh! Favorite band? Love life?" He grinned. It was always fun to interview new people; really felt like getting to know them.
Odele, on the other hand, was not as people-oriented as Jun, and it showed. She waited quietly and with a hint of nervousness as Cree took the gift bag, slowly and carefully brushing aside the tissue paper inside. He first withdrew the Phione plush ((ahjfhdsk sorry, not Manaphy, Phione x__x)), holding it delicately, stroking it, and staring at the stuffed Pok?mon with a gleeful look in his eyes. "You're welcome," Odele said, smiling a little, and very pleased that he liked it. It was a cute little thing, wasn't it? Hee. She supposed that it had been on his wish list, so his happiness shouldn't have been too shocking, but still.
He smiled at the flip flops and hair gel, too, then gently put everything back into the bag, so that he could carry it all easier along with his Buizel. The creature seemed curious, and the Buneary on Odele's shoulders stared back at Leevi in turn, his face pressed into the pink, cottony fur on his body.
"T-this is all amazing, Odele, thank you so much." And his happiness was truly genuine, if the Buizel's comment was to be trusted. (Most likely it was.) Odele beamed at the Horsea morph and nodded.
"I'm so glad you like it all. But, um, there's just one more thing... It's not really something I can give you, but..." Suddenly seeming a bit nervous again, she reached into her pocket and withdrew Cree's wish list. She tapped her finger against the fifth line. "If you'd like to talk, then... well... I suppose it would be sort of awkward, since we're really just strangers and all. But..." She shrugged, and it went unspoken, but was obvious enough: "I care." The woman felt awkward to be implying such a thing to someone she hardly knew, but if you asked her, no one should need a reason to care about someone else.
After a moment, though, and with a brief glance over Cree's shoulder at Sarah (the girl was grinning cheerfully, and still waiting for Cree, it seemed), Odele blushed, the pinkish tint tough to see against her dark skin. "But, ah, maybe later... It looks like you're busy, right? Just come and, um, find me if you feel like it. If not during the party, then... well, I could give you a phone number or something." She shrugged, smiling sheepishly.
After an amusing exchange between Scott and Lyra was cut short by someone else approaching the Flareon morph, Gui decided at last that maybe he should find Marley before he had to perform -- because he would be so out of there as soon as he'd finished with the band. He decided to make his way over to the spot where he could have sworn he'd seen the girl earlier, and stood up from the bar, taking his drink with him and leaving Scott to his own devises. The guitarist was a big boy. He didn't need Gui to babysit.
Much to his surprise, however, Marley arrived just as he was leaving; she had her arms linked with two other people. Oh. Huh. Well damn, now he had to deal with three people as opposed to just one. Great. Whatever, best just get it over with... He turned around and headed over to where they'd seated themselves, clearing his throat and tapping Marley on the shoulder.
"Yeah. Uh. Hi." He seemed bored, maybe even annoyed by something-or-another. Huh. "Marley, right? Sure. Okay. Here." Without even bothering to introduce himself first, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a pair of Utopian Rebellion CDs that he'd stored in one of the large pockets. He handed both to Marley, then took a swig of his beer. "Your list said you liked music, so I figured something from my band would do nicely enough. Oh; name's Gui. Sorry." He didn't really sound sorry, though.
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Post by bijuu. on Jan 19, 2009 13:43:51 GMT -5
Marley smiled almost apologetically as Elijah fidgeted under her gaze; it was clear that the poor boy probably received probing questions from all sorts of strangers, or else he was just a timid little creature. She offered him a reassuring grin, Jacko, (or Blackjack as his full name was), whistling comfortably from her shoulder. Unexpectedly, he flared his wings and jumped from his trainer's company, delicately alighting on the 'morph's shoulder instead, clicking his pink beak and uttering quiet, parrot-like sounds, bobbing his head as if to make the boy feel more at ease. Marley's head tilted sideways for just a moment, watching her Chatot curiously as Blackjack nonchalantly groomed a wing, perfectly at ease with Elijah.
“Turtwig...?” she mused curiously, her eyebrows knitting together as if in a questioning frown. She dug into her bag, rummaging through it until she produced a slightly scuffed, bright yellow Pokédex and typed the name into it; when the screen pulled up the Sinnoh region starter, her expression changed to one of understanding. “Oh! Turtwig, huh? Ja, I think I've seen one or two before; I'm from Kanto, you see, so my Grass starter choice would have been Bulbasaur instead. I went with a Charmander though, so my Sindri is a Charizard already.” she explained, nodding as she took a seat beside Harper, asking the bartender for another Grasshopper. She sipped her drink once it arrived, watching as Harper released her shiny Drowzee, bringing a satisfied smile to the German girl's face when she squealed in delight, obviously already in love with her gift, then asking whether the creature already had a name. “..ja, Harper, I think his name is Wraith. I adopted him a little while ago, but I don't think he wants the name changed. I hope you don't mind.” she replied, preoccupied with making sure Jacko was behaving himself with Elijah.
Her attention was captured suddenly by a tap on her shoulder; wheeling around in her chair, she found herself looking up at a surprisingly familiar face. Before the lethargic man even managed to introduce himself (which he seemingly forgot about, judging by how he added it almost as an afterthought), Marley guessed he was from the rock band called Utopian Rebellion. It was one of the newest bits of music she'd been infatuated with, so when Gui handed her two CDs, declaring he'd thought she'd like to have some of their music considering her wishes, Marley flashed the man a friendly grin. “Danke, Gui; very nice of you. You guys are playing tonight, right? Looking forward to it. I'm still sort of new to your music, but it's already becoming a favorite of mine. Don't let me hold you up, if you're busy, though; thanks again for the gifts~” she pointedly ignored Gui's mood, knowing he most likely wouldn't appreciate a prattling, silly fangirl. Pah, it wasn't like Marley was going to throw herself at any guy, member of a famous rock band or not; other girls were her area of interest, and that was that.
Leevi ogled the Buneary curiously, wrinkling his short snout at the shock of fluffy pink fur on its body; it reminded him of that sticky-sweet sugar cloud (they called it 'cotton candy') his Mika had given him once. It'd taken him hours of careful grooming to extract it from his whiskers and fur, and after that, the Buizel had thrown a hissy fit and sworn up and down he'd never touch the stuff again. Cree subconsciously tightened his grip around the otter's midsection as if to remind the creature to be polite. Leevi complied with a sort of defeated air, if only to please his trainer, and leaned his head back against Cree's chest, nuzzling under the boy's chin and uttering a soft growl deep in his throat.
Odele's offer was sudden and unexpected at the least, and Cree felt his teeth sink into his bottom lip gently; in all truth, he hadn't expected anyone to take that particular wish seriously; what the hell had he been on when he wrote it, anyway? Odele probably thought him some pathetic little child of sorts and not the eighteen-year-old young man he was supposed to be. The kindly gaze in the dark-skinned woman's eyes spoke for itself, though, and Cree hesitated only a moment, then tilting his head in a brief nod, averting his crimson eyes to conceal his relieved expression from his secret santa. “I'd like that. But... um, it's all the same to me if you stayed; you don't mind, Sarah, right?” he hurried to add on, glancing at the girl as if suddenly anxious. He didn't want to send Odele away so quickly, not when she'd offered to stay and talk to him. He didn't want to be alone. He had a fleeting, uncomfortable feeling that someone he didn't like was at the ball; he didn't know where, but the nagging, throbbing sensation at the pit of his stomach told him so. Being around Odele and Sarah provided him with a sense of safety; a security blanket, if you will.
Completely oblivious to Kim's obvious protest at the Espeon appearing as if out of nowhere, Wren merely tilted an ear at Ene, a look of pained confusion suddenly painting itself across his serene face that hid so much, as was the Psychic-type's wont to do. A soft wail rose from his throat, then subsided, and he pressed a paw forward, extracting his claws distractedly and raking them across the floor, his sapphire eyes half-lidded and staring at the gouge marks in the previously pristine wood. “What does it matter to me, if it all fades to black..” he mewed hoarsely, as Ene glared at him, obviously mistrustful of the newcomer; Kim hushed her Skitty and began to rifle through the bag Wren had brought; the crinkling of the tissue paper made the Espeon flatten his ears, for the noise was sharp and unbearable for his extrasensory hearing.
Blair hadn't bothered with much, though it was obvious even the little he had packed into the bag must've cost a good deal. The sketchbook was filled with quality paper, a thick, good-sized pamphlet, complete with two ink pens and several charcoal pencils. A set of acrylic paints (fuck if Blair knew what kind of paint Kim used) in at least sixty different hues completed the gift. Blair didn't have a Psyduck, nor was he even going to bother looking for a shiny Ponyta, or hunt down a Tropius for the girl. Hopefully she would be happy with what she had. “How I wish there was a heaven, all for one and one for all.” Wren purred suddenly, gazing up at Kim as she unearthed her presents, obviously to imprint her reaction so he could show it to Blair later. That was the quirk of being a Psychic-type.
Blair himself, meanwhile, was sinking into a state of oblivion with each subsequent drink of his Blue Hawaii; this must have been his third, and his vision was blurring dangerously. Vivid splashes of color flared in his mind, signals from Wren concerning their giftee. It seemed Wren was scolding him somewhere deep inside, for drinking so much already; it wouldn't help to pass out before this Darby kid got his job done, huh? Why was Blair trying to drown himself, he didn't know. Jack's presence could have had something to do with it, but it wasn't as if the ebony-haired man was going to admit it openly, nor even to himself.
A muffled cough of mirth fled Blair at Darby's reply, and he twisted one corner of his mouth into a smirk; rubbing the skin below his left eye, the odd tattoo distorting slightly as his fingers passed over the area, pulling at the thin layer of skin near his eye, and pushed scraggly strands of hair from his face, turning his disconcertingly brilliant blue eyes on the other male. “Don't see why it matters, but if you're askin', I'll answer.” he shrugged his thin shoulders lethargically, his movements stumbling over each other. It was obvious he was well on his way to becoming intoxicated. He remained silent for a moment, guzzling his drink until only a fourth of the blue liquid remained, then leaned closer to Darby, his voice dropping a decibel or two; it wasn't as if the bartender could hear him above the clamor of the party as it was, not to mention Blair's voice wasn't exactly the loudest at any given time. “..eighteen. Guess you could say I'm finally legal to do what I've been doing since I was twelve.” he rolled his eyes, tilting his head to the side and ignoring his drink for a moment. “You can't be much older. Don't look it, at least.” he jabbed at Darby before he could say anything in retaliation to Blair's cheating of the law and ordering alcohol.
Nema's comment regarding how 'adorable' Linoone were made a surge of blood race to his face, and he averted his eyes, concentrating instead upon tenderly running his slender fingers along Sagwa's head, almost as if he were afraid the Linoone would snap at him in protest; there was an almost revering look in his eyes, and a smile twitched its way up to his lips when the man beside him declared she liked him. His initial anxiety was chipping away, and he felt himself relax some, even quirking his ears when Nema leaned back to fumble for something behind the chair; his heightened sense of hearing caught the words Nema mumbled to himself, and he blinked curiously.
Artie's surprise was delicately expressed; his eyes widened slightly when Nema presented him with the Linoone plush, though his initial joy subsided to a frail expression of caution when Nema spoke once more. “Because I know what you're going through. I can relate.” he said, a small smile easing the frown of thought on his features and leaving Artemis with a silent question roiling inside his head. He hesitated, taking the plush from Nema and hugging it close to his chest, the black-and-white stripes of his close-fitting shirt making an odd contrast against the cream and chocolate of the stuffed toy. He hid the lower half of his face behind the Linoone plush's soft snout, contemplating his santa's words while he inadvertently inhaled the scent clinging to the plush's surface; was it Nema's cologne?
A confused sound fled Artie when Nema held out two more packages to him, the first larger than the other; more presents? The Linoone boy curiously opened the box, a look of awe spreading over his face as he saw the dozens upon dozens of hair clips overlapping each other. Nema admitted he didn't know what he liked, but the 'morph's attention was drawn to a clip with a tiny Mesprit on it, and he immediately picked it up, gazing at the detail on the Psychic-type; hesitantly, he let go of the plush in his lap, parting a lock of his hair in order to snap the clip in place, after which he offered Nema a shy grin, revealing the tips of his sharper-than-normal canines. “N-no, I love them, thank you...” he said hastily, dropping his gaze a degree or two, a pleased expression in his eyes, though his lips had assumed a neutral position, his attention stolen again by the other box in Nema's hand; how could he guess? Artemis wasn't expecting anything more, but here he was, being coaxed to assume what the man had gotten him.
Pushing the plush aside so Sagwa wouldn't be irritated by the pressure of the material against her tiny body, (Artie was still marveling at how small she was), and tilted an ear in a confused fashion, a shy blink defying his curiosity for the contents of the box. “I... I don't know. I thought it might be rude to guess. It would ruin the surprise.” he replied seriously, pushing his tongue barbell back and forth in his mouth while he waited for Nema to reveal just what was in the box; he'd never been good at making guesses, and truth be told, at the moment, he couldn't even remember what exactly he'd written on his wish list. At the moment, he was too busy wondering whether Nema's eyes were a result of contact lenses or if they were actually natural.
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Post by Lara on Jan 24, 2009 1:32:29 GMT -5
"Of course I don't mind!" Sarah beamed as Cree didn't try to ask her to leave and talk to someone else in order to receive whatever other gift Odele was trying to give him. Not only that, but he had even brought her back into the conversation while at the same time trying to keep the other girl around! Sarah found herself extremely pleased, having been given the chance to get to know two people now. "Nice to meet you, Odele! I'm Sarah, as Cree's already pointed out~. Please, don't leave on my sake." She had certainly noticed that the girl's suggestion of her leaving had come immediately after a glance in her direction. "After all, this party's for socializing, is it not?"
Hmm. Speaking of socializing... Shortly after coming to an agreement on a name, Cadence had slipped from her grasp and had skittered down her leg. She hadn't known why at first, but she had noticed that the bug type began to run in small circles around the baby Growlithe... who had... been sitting there... the whole time... Oh, shoot.
In her excitement, between receiving her gifts and focusing inadvertently on Cree's own gift exchange, Sarah had completely forgotten about the small fire type. Frankly, she couldn't help but be amazed that the baby Pok?mon had stayed there the whole time, and hadn't strayed away to get into some mischief. Further examination - lasting only a few seconds, but it was enough for Sarah - proved that the main reason had been the ribbon around the Pok?mon's neck, which was, by this point, in shredded pieces on the floor. "Oh, you've been such a good boy!" she started immediately, bending down to rub the Pok?mon on its head, completely forgetting for the span of about fifteen seconds about the conversation she had just engaged with Odele, even if it was still one-sided. The Growlithe seemed to be much more occupied with the Surskit by this point, which was likely a good thing...
Straightening, Sarah couldn't help but look a little embarrassed as she took a quick glance around. Everyone she could see seemed to have already found whoever they were looking for, and no one matched the person she was supposed to find, in order to give the baby Pok?mon to them... She didn't think she had missed them in the crowd... She'd feel guilty if she had, though, but... she'd feel even guiltier, leaving Cree and Odele hanging in order to dash off and find someone she was starting to doubt was even at the party.
"Sorry about that..." she said, looking just a bit flustered for a few seconds. "I forgot about the little guy for a while there... It's kind of crazy, but I don't think my own secret santa ever showed up. I mean, I'd have to have seen them by this point, and yet... nothing! I feel kind of bad, though." How was she going to get out of this mess? [It was time for that to come up (a.k.a., I finally remembered it while I was writing), but, seriously, her secret santa isn't at the party. I just don't know how to cover that, since she certainly doesn't know...] Marley, thankfully, didn't seem too phased by his pauses as he formulated his answers. If anything, she seemed to understand, and Elijah found himself looking at a reassuring smile or two as the conversation wore on. It served to calm him a little, but what really made him relax was when the girl's Chatot took off from her shoulder and came to roost on his own. This was something he could handle without a problem, and he adjusted to the extra weight with ease. The Chatot began to whisper things to him, and while they weren't actual words, they were calming, like a wordless lullaby at night. Or maybe that was just a stupid comparison, but it made the Turtwig morph smile.
He was further put at ease when it became apparent that Marley didn't know what he was simply because she hadn't seen a Turtwig before. While he couldn't imagine anyone having never seen one of his kind before, it was a reasonable enough explanation that the slightly defensive barriers that almost went up disappeared entirely. And besides, likewise, he had never personally met one of the Pok?mon that the girl was speaking of, Bulbasaur, though he had heard of the grass type before. They weren't native to his home. Charmander hadn't been, either, but he had become quite familiar with the type since that point... Once again, he gently hugged the egg to his chest as the memory resurfaced.
While Marley finished her explanation, the three had made it to the bar. Elijah had managed to make it there without having any sort of major panic attack - likely because he had been distracted, but it still surprised him a bit. Now he just needed to see what the others did in order to figure out this 'bar'. While Marley immediately began to sip at a drink that had been presented to her, Harper instead focused on the Pok?ball that her second secret santa had given her. Rather than attempt to figure out what he could safely ask the man behind the counter for - as it was evident he was in charge of the drinks, and Elijah wasn't sure he wanted to try anything that he didn't know the contents of (not that he'd be able to anyway, due to his age, though he certainly didn't understand that that was the reason the man was eying him so strangely) - he instead focused on the Pok?ball as well. Really, he was curious to know what the girl had been given. When she exclaimed about the Drowzee that had appeared from the glow of the ball, he found himself smiling a bit. Hadn't her list said something about the psychic type? That explained why she was so delighted...
His attention was diverted for a few moments in a curious fashion as someone else suddenly approached their small group. His first reaction had been to tense up, but with the Chatot still seated on his shoulder, whispering calming nonsense whenever he began to freeze, he found it fairly easy to settle back into his seat and simply alternate what he was observing between Harper and Marley.
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Post by αℓℓı on Jan 27, 2009 17:27:07 GMT -5
Atticus frowned a bit as Lyra voiced her opinion regarding her wishlist. He shrugged, eyes following Kahale as the other just up and abandoned him to sneak in to the bar and get a drink. Giving a little annoyed huff--though he was more terrified than angry, it wasn't exactly possible for Atticus to be angry, really--he looked down to the little Vulpix for a moment before shrugging again.
"I'm just not smart enough to think creatively," he muttered, before relaxing his shoulders and staring back up to her as she took the Vulpix from him. Having grown used to the weight of the vulpine in his arms, Atticus felt a little at a loss now, but he tried to ignore the nagging sensation of needing to hold onto something. If Kahale had been there, the boy would have probably abducted the man's arm to cling to instead. But he was over at the bar, ordering up a drink, and Atticus had to keep himself occupied until the man returned.
The question, however, seemed to slap him in the face, almost; he bit into his lip, looking up through his bangs and trying to settle his vision on something. What was the Vulpix--a boy or a girl? It was mystifying to see the boy looking so thoughtful, as if he himself had forgotten; in reality, he'd actually forgotten the question. But as he heard footsteps approaching it dawned on him and he peered back to Lyra.
"It's a girl," he said, maybe a bit too quietly, before peering in the direction of the footsteps. He smiled as Kahale came back; it wasn't quite obvious how happy he was, but he felt far more at east now. As if he were a magnet and Kahale was of the opposite force, Atticus was, seemingly automatically, back at his side. He fiddled his thumbs together, wanting to grab onto Kahale's arm to hide behind. He managed to resist, however, and just stared down at the floor, pressing his forehead against the other's shoulder.
Dakota grinned brightly as Elias expressed his happiness over the egg.
"I'm glad you like it," he said, smiling as his fingers splayed over his Spinarak, gently rubbing against his head. "I--" Just as he was about to talk again, however, he heard a voice behind him; normally he would ignore voices, especially in such a crowded room, but he'd also heard his name, and that caused him to turn.
"Secret Santa?" he asked, arching a brow and giving a curious look. But... He stared down at the Spinarak in his lap, then gave a little nod. "Oh! Oh, that's right. Some people got more than one because the man uncle hired to distribute them messed something up and forgot to keep track..." He stared over towards where the Doreli family was, however, and glared. "Though I bet he did this on purpose," he muttered under his breath, glaring daggers at the man before he returned to looking at Scott with a bright smile.
"Sorry, sorry," he apologized, taking the white box and playing with the ribbon for a moment before rubbing an index finger against it. "Aw, thank you so much," he purred, his smile cute and fitting. His new Spinarak scurried up his arm and nestled against his neck as he set the box against one of his thighs, pulling at the string carefully. He was eager to see what the man had gotten him, though he felt bad that he was receiving two gifts and had not given two himself. Be he recalled that he still had to see Artemis later and give him a small gift, as well. He also wanted to give Noah something, but he wasn't entirely sure what, yet.
Nema was a bit surprised when Artemis seemingly instantly plucked out one of the new clips and snapped it in his hair; he hadn't expected the other to just up and put one in his hair. He smiled, tucking the box between his arm and stomach and leaning down a bit, arm resting on the top of the chair, leaning his weight into it, though he kept one knee against the seat in case it were to suddenly tip over. Of course he realized that he was invading the other's personal space more than just a bit by now as he leaned in to see which of the clips Artemis had chosen. Of course, he didn't know that Artemis was wondering whether his eyes were the result of contacts at that moment, so of course he didn't know that he was providing the other with a perfect opportunity to see up-close if they were, which they definitely were not.
He soon righted himself, playing with the thin box for a moment as the other spoke. Nema furrowed his eyebrows, pausing.
"Rude?" he asked, then smirked. "It's not rude if I asked you to guess. Some people would even say it's rude to not guess when someone asks." He paused, then smiled and knelt down beside the chair, leaning his wait on his crossed arms and peering up at Artemis. "Don't think about that, though, because I certainly don't. It's fine. Here," he said, lifting his arm and holding out the black box; there were little tan dots on it, some with a silver outline, some without, some filled in with various shapes and patterns, some even translucent. The was a ribbon wrapped twice around it, a simple cream-colored one, though boring in itself.
Inside that box was a necklace crafted of white gold; he figured gold was too yellow for Artemis, yet silver was too metallic. White gold, while still holding that somewhat silver tint, was a much finer metal--so Nema thought, anyway. The chain-linked necklace was an average length so that the actual pendant would hang just below Artemis' collar bone; but the design itself was what was the real attraction. The chains collected at a middle point where a hoop kept them neatly, from which sprawled thin leaf-like shapes that were more straight spirals than anything. They expanded just a bit before curling inward towards the end; a couple thinner lines ran down from the inside at uneven lengths--the middle the longest, the left the second-longest, and the right the shortest. The ends curled around small, teardrop-shaped amethysts so that the tip was just barely pointing up, holding the gems in place. Of course they were soldered on so that they would definitely not fall out, but it looked like they were being held in place by the shape of the pendant, which was the point. The amethysts in the middle was slightly larger than the two on either side--those two being the same size. (Necklace based on: this one.)
Nema shrugged as he pressed the box into Artemis' hands, standing up, but leaning his weight against the chair once more.
"If you don't like it you don't have to wear it. I can just as easily make one you actually like. I don't know your tastes when it comes to jewelry." He definitely wasn't apologizing, but he was a bit unsure. The boy's wishlist had asked for a necklace to wear and while Nema hoped he liked it, he wouldn't care much if he absolutely hated it, because he knew he'd enjoy making something else to replace it with.
"Yeah, the radio doesn't quite do people justice, usually. That's only one reason why fans prefer to see us live. I mean, I only hope I sound better in person than on a recording. It'd be a waste of their time and money if I didn't." He shrugged, giving a light chuckle before averting his attention to Jaclyn.
As she whizzed about Metis' head, Jaclyn occasionally bumped her head against Metis; after a few times, however, he finally caught her and held her carefully, not quite sure if Pok?mon were especially delicate or not. He smiled, petting her head as she clambered up to rest atop his head, completely ruining his hair and while he knew he'd have to fix it later, he didn't at all even care.
He returned his attention back to Jamie after a moment and nodded, slipping one hand into his pocket.
"We're playing in about--" He pulled a thin cell phone from his pocket, checking the time, and biting his lip. "Uhm. We're playing soon, actually. And where are the others?" he asked himself, suddenly looking around. He easily spotted Clod right where the other had been this entire time--smack dab in the middle of the room and on the floor. Easy enough. And he knew a couple of them had headed over to the bar. He peered over in that direction, thinking he spotted Scott but wondering why in the world the man would be talking to some random girl--so it appeared to him, at least--and wondered if he was seeing things right.
"Huh. Well, we're on in about twenty, thirty minutes or so. I should probably go round up the others in a minute..." he muttered, mostly to himself, crossing his arms and staring sidelong in thought.
Chad knew that he should have been prepared to answer a lot of questions; after all, he did volunteer. And while Jun didn't ask a ton of questions, a couple of them seemed more than a little bit intrusive. But being the laid-back kind of guy that he was, the skater didn't mind at all.
"Daily routine, right. Well, I sleep a lot," he said, grinning. "I'm always in bed late, my manager is always yelling at me to wake up in the mornings. She's such a tyrant, but she always makes me breakfast." At the thought, Chad licked his lips slowly, thinking about food. They had food here, didn't they? He felt hunger nab at his stomach but decided he'd keep to his current plans and eat before leaving, probably while Utopian Rebellion played. Metis' band. He knew Metis. His manager was associates with Aaron Doreli, whom was also associates with the manager of Utopian Rebellion. He'd met them a couple of times when visiting Mr. Doreli, and became friends--at least, with Metis; he'd never been too sure about the other band members. But he realized he had been quiet for a bit too long and finally spoke again.
"I skate every day, obviously. Either all morning or all afternoon. Sometimes both. I just go wherever. Oh! But I always stop by this little bakery when I pass by it, Centali's, because the owner, that'd be Miss Centali herself, is an amazing pastry chef. She makes the best sweets." He grinned, not realizing that if Jun actually mentioned that in any kind of article, Centali's would become instantly famous and he'd be in danger of running into fans there. "I like swimming, too. I swim a lot in the summer. I can't skate as much outside in the winter because it gets so icy, but I go to this private indoor place a lot."
Slipping his hands in his pockets, Jun rolled over this thoughts carefully, knowing to be not answer the last question in a way that might hint at any kind of scandal. Then he wondered if he should bother answering at all, be decided to anyway.
"Haha, love life. I don't really have one," he said, smiling over at Jun briefly before looking along the edges of the room again as they walked. Hmn, was that... He nodded to himself quietly as he believed to finally spot Hannibal, a dark shape against an even darker corner. But he was still not quite within hearing distance, given the crowd.
-------------- [ "Dakota" "Atticus" "Nema" "Cassidy" "Metis" "Jonas" "Chad" "Jack" ]
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Post by Lara on Feb 6, 2009 8:18:08 GMT -5
Jamie couldn't help but smile a bit as he watched the interaction between Metis and Jaclyn. Yes, they would make a fine pair. He nodded a bit as Metis described a difference between radio and live - it certainly sounded like it made sense, and it would be put to the test, and likely proven, in... twenty or thirty minutes? Goodness, had they been talking that long?
"Oh, of course," he said as he followed Metis' glances towards a few members of the room. Familiar with the band only by voice, he wasn't entirely sure who the rockstar had been looking towards, but he would find out when they took to the stage. "I should probably get a bit more done before your show, myself." He didn't want to wait until after the concert, on the chance that people would be leaving, and to do it during... well, that was possible, but he had a feeling it would get somewhat loud, and he did like to hear what people were saying as he spoke to them. Especially since when he was giving gifts. "Good luck to you and your band tonight," he added with a smile.
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Post by Affectionate Zombie on Feb 16, 2009 11:04:43 GMT -5
Gui was pleased with the girl's reaction to his gifts, and his presents. She didn't squeak or squeal or ask for a picture or anything of the sort; no, instead, she just cheerfully thanked him, commented on his music, and then told him that he could leave, now, if he didn't want to stick around. He appreciated this greatly, since he would have to get on stage relatively soon and wasn't one for communicating with strangers besides. "Alright. Joyeux Noël."
With that, he raised his hand in a lazy sort of wave, and turned to make his way through the crowd. Utopian Rebellion would be on in no more than a half-hour, he was sure, so he figured getting up there for a sound check would be a good idea. Something to do, anyway.
Odele smiled in relief; Cree had accepted her offer rather than be weirded out, which was good. She'd been awfully worried that the "gift" would seem creepy or something. The morph was now hastily insisting that she stuck around, too, and as she had nothing better to do and thought she certainly wouldn't mind the company, she was delighted by the offer.
Sarah, too, seemed to be happy about it, if her enthusiastic greeting and introduction were implying anything. "Nice to meet you, Odele! I'm Sarah, as Cree's already pointed out~. Please, don't leave on my sake. After all, this party's for socializing, is it not?" This was true.
"Good point," she agreed, though she neglected to mention that usually she wasn't very good at socializing. "It's nice to meet you as well, Sarah." This was accompanied by a smile.
She watched curiously as Sarah suddenly seemed to realize something, and the girl turned to examine the Growlithe that had been patiently sitting on the floor. Odele had paid it little mind, but apparently Sarah had forgotten it entirely until just then. The girl cooed at the creature, telling him he was a good boy, probably since he'd stuck around instead of bolting off when no one was looking.
When Sarah straightened up, face flushed with embarrassment, she explained to Cree and Odele that the Growlithe was a present for the girl's Secret Santa partner, who (or so it seemed) had never shown up. Oh, that was a shame... Odele frowned and nodded sympathetically, eying the puppy Pok?mon for a moment. Poor thing wouldn't get a new home, then... Of course, not like there was anything wrong with Sarah, but if he'd come expecting a change, he might be disappointed.
Not much could be done if Sarah's partner just hadn't shown up, though. Sigh.
"Well, don't feel bad... If your partner isn't here then that's that, right? Nothing can really be done about it." She nodded in a matter-of-fact sort of way, hoping to reassure Sarah that she'd not done anything wrong.
"Right," chimed in the Buneary on Odele's shoulder. Seconds after speaking up, though, he got flustered and embarrassed and buried his nose in the cottony fur coating his body, squeaking a little. Odele smiled fondly at the creature and cooed some words of comfort to him.
Meanwhile, Kim was busy gaping into her gift bag, shocked by the quality of the art supplies she'd been given -- but in a good way. Wow. All this stuff was her gift? She hardly knew what to say; she was slightly distracted by thoughts of what she could make with such great materials. Oh, gosh! It was exciting. After a few long moments of surprise, a grin crept onto her face, and she finally thought to point it at Wren.
"Thank you so, so much, I... these are wonderful! Tell, um... Blair? Tell Blair that I say 'thanks a lot'. Please." She bowed her head gratefully at the Espeon. Ene would have been annoyed as such pleasant behavior towards the weird and, in his opinion, suspicious Wren, if not for the delight Kim was obviously feeling. If she was happy, then he supposed it was fine.
While Wren was with Kim, Darby was chatting idly with the Espeon's trainer, who was very clearly on his way to being full-on drunk. It made him a little glad that he'd pushed away his own drink, because if they were both too stupid-drunk to know who they were or where they were, nothing would happen; they'd probably just fall over on top of one another and then pass out. Fun.
In response to Darby's question, Blair took a big gulp of his drink, then leaned in closer towards the smaller male, his voice lowering. "... eighteen." He went on to say that this only meant he was finally legal to do what he had been doing for years (though obviously still wasn't legal to do other things, as evidenced by the drinks he'd been ordering for both himself and Darby), and that Darby couldn't be much older than that, anyway; he didn't look it.
He laughed a little in response to that, and he couldn't help but be pleased. The fact that Blair hadn't said that he looked like a thirteen-year-old, had instead implied that he looked about the age he actually was, was pretty nice. Darby nearly opened his mouth and started speaking in his usual loud manner, but then made the connection between Blair's whispering voice and the bartender nearby, his brain slowed by alcohol. Oh. Keeping this in mind, he spoke quietly. "Younger. Seventeen. Don't really give a fuck 'bout bein' legal, either. No point in carin' 'bout that shit if I'll just be doin' what I want anyway." Bah. Laws. Those were for squares. (Perhaps such a mindset was acceptable in a place like Umerin, were laws that were followed were few and far in between, but...)
After a moment, as a sort of afterthought, Darby eyed Blair's drink and commented, "You gonna drink yourself stupid? I ain't carryin' you out of here, man." He smirked a little to show that he didn't particularly care either way, although he was perfectly serious. If Blair zonked out then that was that; he'd just get the fuck outta there and leave him behind. Would make life easier for Darby.
Jun listened with uncharacteristic quiet politeness to Chad's responses, and once he had answered all of the interviewer's questions, he looked a bit surprised. "No love life? Now, c'mon, I'm sure the ladies are all over you." He grinned playfully, trying to make it obvious that this wasn't really an official interview; he wasn't recording anything, so making an article on it would be tough and probably a bad idea. (What if he accidentally included incorrect information in the article, or forgot something important? Nope, it was a bad idea.)
He paused in the mock-interrogation, however, when he noticed Chad's gaze lingering on a dark, gloomy figure that Jun had to assume was Hannibal. Chad, of course, didn't bother calling out; he knew the man wouldn't hear. Jun, however, picked up the pace and called out, rather loudly, "Haaa-nniiiiii-baaaal! Hi! C'mon, got gifts for you, come here, hi!" When the dark male failed to notice that he was being called to over the crowd's chattering, Jun hurried closer and shouted Hannibal's name again. He was terribly eager to get an interview, seemed like.
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