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Everyone Lies, Remember That ((O/A))
Link to supernaturals ---> [x] Everyone Lies, Remember That Summer, 2017 [imgleft]http://www.destination360.com/asia/japan/images/s/japan-nagoya.jpg[/imgleft]Nagoya, Japan, the setting for this fine tale, has recently become a popular place for the royal and famous. The beautiful and the talented have been arriving to this fair city in waves; new homes being built and new projects starting up. The city was suddenly on the map in the terms of the media. People would look at these people as if they were from another world, as if the world that they were in was not one that they were allowed to enter. It was like a story playing out right before their eyes. Stories, told to children when they are young, either through books or just tales recited by loving family members. The stories that were always most fascinating were those of myth, about creatures that couldn't possibly exist in the human realm. Myth has always said that a being with supernatural powers exists. Without proof, there is nothing to hold these claims true. However, it’s with this uncertainty that veils the reality behind it all. Supernaturals are, in fact, real. To the average human eye, they are but a goddess amongst people. They are the apple of eyes and the ideal we all love and adore. In other words, these creatures are practically worshipped by their worldly beauty. Whether that beauty be looks, royalty, talent, or some other divine trait, humans have always adored these supernatural beings. Why yes, it only makes sense that the rich, famous, and gorgeous be from another world, right? Either way, it doesn’t matter. The famous, the celebrities of the world have reached that status not by mortal talents. But no one knows this. Yet, while out one day, a human that has admired a particular supernatural from afar finally makes a move. For whatever reason, the supernatural does not push them away, but rather sweeps them away into this life of fame. How will the human react in such a life? What will the other supernaturals say? And why did this one bring them in so readily? Perhaps there is more to these creatures than meets the eye. |
Link to Menewsha Rules ---> [x] Rules Are Meant To Be Broken just not these rules [imgleft]http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn105/Ami_Princess_Of_The_Zodiac/chibi_hayate_yagami_by_satty.png[/imgleft] 1. Follow Menewsha rules 2. PG-13 age limit - think of all those movies you see that are rated like this and try to follow their level of... stuff 3. No flaming, god modding, or killing other players (unless you have permission from myself, Duke, and the other user) 4. Try to post at least once a day, but don't post every hour! Remember other people are a part of this, too 5. At a certain point, the characters will break off and go about their own way, when this happens, it'll be up to you to keep up with the story (you aren't required to read all the little side stories) 6. Please post at least ONE PARAGRAPH 7. If reading long texts isn't your thing, then I guess this RP isn't for you (I will write a fair amount from time to time) 8. Send in a "reserve" first (this is to make sure you don't pour hours into making a profile for nothing) 9. Once we approve your "reserve," fill out the profile (it's not that bad, it just looks funky) 10. You get three strikes before we ask you to leave and kill your character(s) 11. Oh, title the PMs with your side (with your species -- human, vampire, angel, etc.) 12. Check these rules from time to time as I might update and add more 13. Have fun and prepare yourself for... lies |
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but don't touch [IMGRIGHT]http://i1176.photobucket.com/albums/x338/Xavirne/Nero.png[/IMGRIGHT] ηιcкηαмε Nero, N, or Nene ⇢ i AϽT ʟiKe diϩ sтιcкs 'η sтσηεs мαy вяεαк мy вσηεs screaming fans, guys who think they are better than he, virgins, coffee, and humans ⇢ iTϩ iи ϻy иATuяe T0 be bAd Greatest | Person | Alive » Wavi « Quote:
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Cure your Curiosity Roxanna | Sybil | Drakkar » vampire « female × bi-sexual march 1736 × 281 [IMGRIGHT]http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x400/isosDuke/RP%20Characters/Character%20Details/SLHME.jpg[/IMGRIGHT] ηιcкηαмε Roxi, Sybil ⇢ i AϽT ʟiKe diϩ sтιcкs 'η sтσηεs мαy вяεαк мy вσηεs humans, sunlight, religion, Italian food, the dark, odd yes, but because of this she sleeps with Nero ⇢ iTϩ iи ϻy иATuяe T0 be bAd Greatest | Person | Alive » ISOS Duke « Quote:
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We Interrupt this Program to Bring you a very Important Announcement Please Say Updated for More Information ►See what I have to deal with? Nice laziness Wavi XD ► I am currently accepting females, awaiting confirmation on Wavi for males however ► A link to the OOC thread. |
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The Confusion Has Become too Much! So we have maps What is this RP about? |
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His blood was boiling. Not only was it hot, but it was also humid. Having the weather in such a mood was not making Nero's ill temper any better. Had the air conditioning not been on, it would have been safe to assume Nero would have slaughtered anyone who dared make this trial drag on any longer.
When the doors flung open, he moaned to himself. "Finally." His little murmur seemed to break the room into a fuss, which was quickly silenced by an annoyed judge. "Have you reached a verdict?" "Yes." "On the case of murder in the second degree, how do you find the defendant?" "Guilty." "I hereby sentence Mr. Wiley James Tibbs to twenty years to life. Court dismissed." As soon as the words slipped from the judge's mouth, Nero was running down the steps and out into the disturbingly hot sun light. A hiss escaped his lips, but he didn't seem phased by the amount of light that pooled onto his skin. Unlike his adoptive family, Nero's body was fully immune to ultraviolet light. He wouldn't burn and he wouldn't turn to ash. It was one of the great benefits of being an evolved species of vampire. Turning the corner, he spied the house that was thought about avoiding. However, he knew there was something inside he had to see. You see, today was a celebration. A very rare celebration as it was. Nero's adopted anniversary was to be the biggest party of the century. There was famous people from all over who were in attendance. Now, no one can say for sure that the party was completely legal, as the scent of sex, liquor, and pot seeped through the windows' poor seals. His noise wrinkled as he smelled what appeared to be rotting flesh. Sure enough, some idiot had managed to engulf his entire arm on fire. Rather than walking away from the pathetic party, Nero stepped lightly toward the door. When the hinges made not a sound, Nero was almost certain he could have slipped in unnoticed, save for the fact that fact that Sybil was standing with her face in his chest. Eyes rolling about, he pushed the girl from himself. Almost as soon as he was free, she had managed to latch back onto his body. Prying her with the crowbar he had magically found (he had stashed one away in the umbrella holder), Nero made a bee-line for his room. Sure enough, as he entered the room, he left. It just wasn't right, he moped. People doing "the deed" in his bed. On the retreat down the stairs, he brushed back into "the pest." Addressing her would be the only way to escape her hook like fingers. "Do you have to be this annoying? Can't you leave me alone. I just want to curl up and go to sleep. Can't do this with this gay party going on. And I certainly can't do it if you keep clinging to me like some sort of baby. If you want to be with me that badly, then find me a quiet place to rest. You can then cuddle with me, should you so please." In the back of his might, Nero had made a fool-proof plan. He would lure Sybil into finding him a nice bed. Then, he would ask her to fetch him something to drink. While she was carrying out his request, he would slam the door and lock himself in the room. Meaning, freedom at last. No Sybil. No sound. No nothing. Escaping from the reality of everything, Nero would be meet with his sexual, yet surprisingly pleasant, dreams. |
The party of the century, or at least that was what the pink and gold invention said she had gotten in the mail. It sat on her coffee table in the living room while Seth moved around the space. Her home was certainly as large as the one surrounding her. Although there was a court yard cut threw the middle of the second floor. Seth never dressed up very often. Only really enhancing her already natural beauty. A few highlights here, some bronzer there and the fanged elf was ready in a few mere minutes. She wore a little black dress, with a pair of red shoes. A large red belt was around her waist and around the dress to enhance her curves a bit. Being her modest self, Seth also had black nylons on to bring just a bit of cover to herself.
With one look in the mirror, and the bold addition of a cool red lip to her already pale dutch skin. Of coarse it was always strange for Seth to go to these parties. They were the parties of the rich and famous. Paparazzi found their way in to find their stars. Hoping to steal a picture worth a few hundred dollars. Seth was not the focus of them luckily, which worked well for her. To the famous in her neighborhood, Seth was nothing. Yes, she had money. But that was it. Getting it in her own means, stealing and saving in some cases. Although most would say she was very wise. Seemingly knowing how the stock market would react. Like magic. Seth left just a few minutes later with a small black clutch. Although nothing was in it for obvious reasons. Drug dealers also tended to find their way into these parties. Now, how these types of parties came to be, Seth honestly was not sure. She had lived next to Nero and Ms Sybil for a couple of years. Sybil seemed too sweet for something so wild as sex, drugs, and drinking while Nero did not want anything to do with anyone most of the time. Or at least it seemed. Living next door she had spoken with both of them. She walked quite easily in her heels to the home next door. Pausing for a second, knocking before going on to find at least thirty people already there, and it was only just starting. It did not take long for the party to escalate into what it was now. New couples finding spare rooms, a drunk man passed out by the punch bowl, and it seemed someone was yelling about a fire. Ah yes... good times. Seth had scene Sybil a few times that night either in passing, or stopping to exchange a few words. But the first time she noticed Nero was when he was climbing the stairs. Probably just getting back from work. "uh oh." Seth said to herself, knowing what he was going to find up there. And no sooner was he walking down the stairs again. Seth by now had a drink in her hand, it was the same one she had for hours. Keeping close watch on it as anyone would drug it. Suddenly she felt a hand slip around her waist, a dark voice whispering into her ear. "Hey sweet thang.. How would you like to.." "No." Seth said blantly to the male. Not even bothering to look to him. "Why you have to *hiccup* be like that. Come on now baby.." He replied to her. Well its not a party until someone dies right? Seth thought to herself. Entertaining the idea a bit to simply reach for the knife strapped to her leg. Carefully she simply lifted his hand from her waist and took a few steps forward away from him. Not wishing to engage in the conversation any longer. There had to be someone else around she could speak to. It was then his hand clasped her hand again, swinging her around and pulling her against the wall. Seth had not even realized she was so close to the wall. Someone is on the way to loosing his family jewels fast.. |
Sybil had been sitting on the arm of a chair for a little while at this point; her eyes constantly locked on the door for when Nero would arrive back home. The room was loud, it smelled funny and she didn't recall inviting so many people. It was to be expected she supposed, after all, people seemed to enjoy showing up to 'celebrity parties'. The housekeepers were sure to make sure that everyone there was supposed to be there soon enough, but that didn't stop that constant camera flashing both inside and outside the house. The vampire princess had picked out the invitations herself and left it to her agent to take care of the rest. Her agent was a nice woman, very firm and human, but nice none the less; at least she had never thought about making her a meal or snack.
Hands were neatly folded on one knee as she looked around, her eyes falling on a particular woman for a moment. It was their neighbor whom she had met a few times and was always on the invite list. While she didn't know much about her other than her name, she had taken it upon herself to snoop at night only to see the woman gone or painting. She seemed very secretive and though she was not fond of her, Sybil was curious. Then again she wasn't fond of many; other than other ranked vampires, it seemed that the only person that she was fond of was Nero. She didn't let her dislike out though, that would ruin her image. A dainty smile graced her lips as she nodded toward Seth as their eyes met before a familiar clicking sound instantly drew her attention to the front door. Instantly jumping from the couch, she stood at the door, much like a dog waiting for its master to return home. Her smile grew as the door opened revealing the black angel. Her arms instantly wrapped around him as she squealed, "Welcome home!" Yet even with that, she was only pulled off of him. Once he moved, ever so slightly, her arms were around his waist again. "Oh come now, don't be like that Nero! Everyone's here for you!" Yet once again she was pulled off, the familiar feeling of cool metal against her once again. She had thought the housekeepers had gotten all of them, but apparently not. Before she had time to react this time, Nero was already making his way up the stairs. A dark smirk came to her face as she watched him ascend, fully knowing what he would find up there. Glancing out the side of her eye, it appeared she wasn't the only one that had taken notice to what was going on. Walking over to the stairs, she leaned on the banister checking her nails. A few moments later, the disgruntled male came back down, obviously not happy at the sight. Rather than clinging to him right away, she decided to play his game for a moment. "But Nero, this party is for you! It's been a full year since you moved out here with me! But," she then sighed as her eyes fell to a more sad emotion. "If you don't want to celebrate with everyone, I guess I can settle for you just celebrating with me." At the end of her sentence, that same sad emotion suddenly danced with deeper, more deceiving ones. "You only had to ask." She then took his larger hand in her smaller one and began leading her through the living room. Throngs of people tried talking to them and Sybil merely told them that he wasn't feeling well so she was taken him somewhere to rest. Once they were out of the living room, she pulled him through a couple more hallways until the number of people began to diminish. Finally, they came to a heavy wooden door that was located near a more hidden set of stairs to the next floor. Pulling it open she continued to lead the male down. The temperature dropped rapidly, though she didn't notice it being a vampire and all. The stone steps echoed under their footsteps and a maid shut the door behind them cutting off all light, save for the burning lanterns hung on the walls. At the bottom of the stairs was a King size bed adorned in silky crimson sheets. "You only need to ask," she said once again, her voice the only other noise beside the crackling flames. |
Her actions were most confusing. Was she really that blind to fall for such tricks? When she lingered around for a moment longer, playing with the pitch of the words that dripped from her tongue, the male felt something he had never experienced. Something from within his core called him toward the woman.
Hand finding its place at her hips, Nero drew the woman in closer. With his bosom rested against his toned body, he could feel the flush that entered her beautiful crafted face. It was unorthodox for Nero to bring Sybil into an intimate standing as he was never fond of the pathetic woman. And yet, there they were. His arms crept around the backside of her slender body while his eyes undressed her small frame. If he were to have his way, he would take the woman to the bed and seduce her. However, Nero had no intentions of mating with Sybil. In fact, he hated the idea. Her parents, the ones that had adopted him, were always encouraging the two to pursue a romantic (sexual) relationship. Sybil was always more than ready (wet and heavy) to give into Nero, but the young male never had any desire or feelings to return. She simply didn't turn him on. However, with the mood set and the lighting low, Sybil was being to look more like someone he could see himself with. Her innocence was just a facade. Of the two, Nero was the virgin and Sybil the master. But, the roles had reversed. Having her right where any horny man would want a woman, he hoisted her into the air and playfully tossed her onto the bed. "What might you be hinting at, Roxi?" A dashing grin that had a hint of sensuality crossed his face. Twisting her body beneath his, Nero tongued her neck before dipping his lips toward her "perky mountains." Mouth ajar, Nero's brilliant blue eyes snapped to her face. Reading her every twitch and movement, he paused his actions. If she was uncomfortable with what he was doing, Nero would have simply given in and gone to bed. If her eyes, body, and scent suggested otherwise, well, who knows what might happen. His fingers clawed at her hips as he waited for her voice to pipe up. In a matter of seconds, he found her underwear and was stroking the skin directly above the waistband. With his other hand supporting his upper body, he remained propped up. Moving it would only face-plant him into her breasts, which was, at this point in time, something he wouldn't mind. "Come now. Don't be shy my little Roxi" he cooed lightly to her. |
To say that Sybil had expected Nero to actual respond to her room, even though it was always like this, would have been an outright lie. Her eyes fell down to watch the distance between them shrink starting from the waist and working up until her breasts were pressed against his chest; nearly threatening to pop out of the flimsy cloth that supported them beyond the cincher. She could feel the heat traveling her body, having recently fed allowed the pink hues to rush to her cheeks as her soft skin fell along each indentation and ripple of muscle that lay below his work clothes.
Her eyes returned up to him as his arm caressed her backside. There was a glowing red hue to her usually maroon eyes as she tried to read the images his eyes were hiding from her. It was his fault her eyes were like that at this point; she wasn't even trying to come onto him this time and this time he was the one that beckoned so she reacted. One hand trailed up one arm to rest on his finely crafted bicep; it wasn't extremely large and 'beefed out' like many humans tried for, rather they were fit and one could tell he was strong. As her one hand graced nails lightly across the sleeve of his jacket, the other slid under the jacket sleeve of the other arm. There her fingers went about massaging the skin on his forearm. There was a look in his eye that the young vampire couldn't say she had ever seen in his before; there was a hunger, and not the kind that usually came before he approached her to feed. A small smirk started to form on her face before he picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. Instinctively she propped her upper body up to watch him, her one knee bent slightly. Sybil knew that when he asked her what she was hinting at he wasn't really looking for an answer; she had played enough roles to see that as well as dealt with enough males in similar situations to know what it meant. There was only one thing different to what was going on now and what the female usually went through; the male's tongue dancing across her skin brought actual and true gasps from her throat. Her eyes shut, though she wanted to watch; having fantasized Nero actually responding to her for so long, it was more than she could have hoped for. His drives seemed to be kicking in as he trailed his way towards her chest. When he stopped Sybil's eyes opened, the glowing color spreading slightly as her hands had found their way to his back and shoulders. The look in her eyes was one that seemed more sad that he had stopped and curious as to why he had. Her breaths were in slight gasps as she leaned up a little to better see him as his face was nearly hidden at her chest. His nails suddenly wracking the her hips that were exposed above her skirt brought a hissing sound from between the female's teeth and his finger then trailing the skin that was barely hidden by that very same cloth sent shivers down her spine. It was his words that pulled her closer to him though. Her knee bent, creating an almost barrier to one side of the black angel as she sat herself up enough so that her bright glowing red eyes met his brilliant blue ones. Their eyes were opposite, much like fire and ice, which those elements seemed to portray their personalities quite well. Her eye dropped from his, only to trace the soft flesh of his lips before bringing shifting some. One arm propped her body up while the other moved to cup the male's face. "Hunny, you know I won't be shy," she cooed back to him as she pulled her face closer to his. She could smell the sweet, yet copperiness of his breath and it engulfed her, causing her to fight not to pull in more. "I think you're the one that shouldn't be so shy." She then teased, her voice barely above a whisper as she pulled her gaze from where they had fallen to his lips once again, back to those beautiful blue eyes that stood out on his pale skin so nicely. |
A yawn escaped from the young male's lips as he felt hands running over his bare back, smoothing away the tenseness that had formed in his muscles during that day's modelling gig. A hum of pleasure was elicited from him as he relaxed on the soft bed. How he would have loved to have been able to lie on that bed all day...but no, he had somewhere he needed to be.
Kiyoshi sat up from the bed, running a hand through his hair to straighten it a bit before letting the long strands slip from his fingers and settle back over his shoulders. He waved his masseuse off and got up, padding over to the chair he had draped his clothes over and picking up the silken fabrics. He had to admit that in this day and age, the clothes he wore might have seemed a little strange to the humans, and so he'd had to compromise. He slipped on the collared button up and quickly did the buttons up, leaving a few undone. After that he slipped on one of his own designs, it was a coat of sorts that resembled his traditional wear. With that done, he headed to the front desk to pay for his stay before leaving the quiet building and reentering the noise of the outside world. Sticking his hand into one of his wide sleeves, Kiyoshi pulled out the invitation and scanned the words on it briefly. He didn't really have to go. It was just another "celebrity party" anyway...but he supposed he'd been skipping enough parties as it were. If he didn't show up every now and again there'd be even more probolems with the press. With a resigned sigh, Kiyoshi started off. The address printed on the invite wasn't too far from where he was anyway, might as well walk. Upon reaching his destination, Kiyoshi wasn't surprised to see the crowd of paparazzi outside the building, just waiting for someone famous to walk by so that they could ambush them. Another resigneed sigh slipped from Kiyoshi's lips as he walked into the target area. As the crowd fell upon him, he only smiled and gave a small wave, chuckling before disappearing through the doors and into the party. He brushed stray strands of hair back away from his face as his eyes scanned the area. This party seemed the same as all the others...not to mention the hostess and the guest of honor of the party semed to be nowhere to be found. Eh...Kiyoshi rolled his shoulders a bit before wandering in farther, letting his clothes sweep behind him in an overdramatic way. After procuring a drink and swishing the glass a few times in his hand, Kiyoshi happened upon the scene of a female being pressed up against a wall with a male practically on top of her...and she didn't look all that glad to be in such a situation. The idea of just letting them be passed through Kiyoshi's mind briefly, but he sighed and, against his previous thoughts, made his way over. Placing a hand on the, obviously drunk, man's shoulder, Kiyoshi forcefully pulled him away from the female, all the while with a pleasant smile on his face. "Saa...I don't think the lady's interested sir." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Miu had been taking a walk with her Aunt, a walk the older woman had begrudgingly agreed to when asked by her brother to take, when she had gotten seperated. Despite the fact that Miu was obviously too young to really know where they were, her Aunt had refused to let the young girl hold her hand and when the swarm of screaming people had surged forth, Miu found herself seperated from the older woman. Now that the crowd had settled back down, Miu looked around with wide eyes. "Aunty?" she called out in a small voice. There was no response. Miu clutched the black rabbit plushie she held closer to herself as she called out once more for her aunt. There was still no reply. No one seemed to care that there was a little girl standing in the middle of the psidewalk by herself, looking extremely lost. |
The man leaned down to plant a kiss on Seth's lips. She easily adverted her face from his as he leaned forward to kiss the wall. This rose a brow from the woman. Releasing a sigh from her mouth. The grip he had on her was strong, but sloppy. Seth easily could have gotten out of it. BUt it always brought up the question.. Why the hell did she come to these things? She had not relations with the public. Knew few of her neighbors personally, and was pretty much a nobody in a famous community. Which honestly was perfectly okay. But now.. back to the obvious... sitution at hand. Seth reached a hand up and swiftly pressed it into his stomach. Into a certain spot that would upset his stomach. Any second now the man would have to run to the bathroom.
It was then one of her neighbors came up to them. Pulling the man away from her form. The man stumbled back, before putting a hand to his mouth and well.. loosing his lunch right after turning his head. "Oh wonderful." Seth found herself saying. Suddenly not feeling hungry in the least bit. For good reason now too. Seth looked up to the strangely dressed male. She had scene him around the town, and if the press proved right his name was Kiyoshi Akiyama. The famous model. Although Seth had learned quickly not to make a big deal out of every celebrity she met. After loosing his lunch twice on the floor, the man ran off. Probably to find a bathroom. Where he would embarrass himself further by falling asleep. It all worked for Seth. She turned towards her shinning knight and savior. "Thank you very much Mr. Akiyama" She said politely, bowing a bit as was tradition in Japan. Another thing she learned the hard way a while back. "I was sure the man was going to be leaving one olive short of a martini." Seth said to Kiyoshi. Her tone was rather annoyed. Not at him, but at the circumstance. The hosts of the party were no where to be scene, not to mention she was sure there had been a TV on the wall a couple of minutes ago. Seth took a few moments to look over the male standing in front of her before he said anything back to her. He had the eyes of the sun, Hair like the sunset. Skin a lovely warm tone to it. The model literally look like a ray of sunshine. He resembled something from her paintings. The persona clashed quiet nicely with the silk robes and crisp white button up shirt he wore. Not to mention the pleasant smile he had on his face. Seth had to wonder if it were a real smile, or even something he brought up just to keep the sitution light. She had to admit, her artistic side really did take over at times. Funny thing about that, Seth rarely admitted she was an artist. Seth then realized how the man towered over her, probably by a full foot. Oh yeah, giant much? Then again, he was a model. They were usually taller. "I apologize you had to step in between that. I should have done something faster." Seth said to him, her eyes adverted away, then back to his eyes. It was a habit of her to make eye contact. Even though American's found it very uncomfortable. Her accent was that of broken English, as the British put it. It was pretty much a give away the woman hailed from America. |
Kiyoshi took a quick step back and raised an eyebrow as a look of bemusement settled on his face as the man emptied the contents of his stomach all over the floor. Kiyoshi grabbed a handful of his clothes and jerked the fabric back, away from the danger zone. Should he offer the man some assistance...? Hmm...but he probably deserved what he got, forcing himself onto a lady like that. No shame at all. Kiyoshi's bemused expression left him and his eyes attained a twinkle of amusement as the man finally ran off, probably in search of a bathroom. When the lady started speaking, Kiyoshi turned to face her, not surprised in the slightest that she knew his name.
"It was no problem at all Ms. Merel." Kiyoshi responded, mimicking the female's motions and sweeping into a graceful bow. He chuckled lightly, as he straightened back up, at the tone of annoyance in her voice. "Sometimes I question why i even come to these things when such events always seem to be happening." He shook his head and then offered a hand to the female. "No need for the formalities Ms. Merel. Just call me Kiyoshi. Would you like to move somewhere...ah...more pleasant to speak?" Kiyoshi was careful not to let the hems of his clothes touch the puddles of sick near his feet as he waited for Seth to respond. During his wait, he took in her appearance. Her outfit was cute, a little conservative, but nice. It was definitely a change from what he normally saw at the parties he chose to attend. He raised his free hand to sweep his hair behind his ears and his smile stretched slightly. Maybe she would be his friend? It was a slightly childish thought for him, but Kiyoshi really did like making friends, even if he seemed not to care one way or the other a lot of the time. |
"Ah yes, of coarse. Come, let's migrate towards the food. Seems safe enough now." Seth said with a small chuckle. Taking his hand in for a quick shake. "Seth is my first name. Feel free to use that of coarse, Kiyoshi." It was a strange name for a female, she knew. But It was simple, and to the point. Normally made for a boy, but it was only a name. She was not sure why she had it, but there had to be a reason. And that, she cared nothing to know. Her speech probably sounded very demanding. But Seth did not mean it to come out that way. She was a very blunt and to the point type of person. The pair wanted to get away from the sick mess on the ground, so she simply moved without saying much else.
The music playing threw the house seemed to make everyone behave as animals. There was a woman dancing topless on the coffee table. Three people had their phones out taking pictures. The ordeal was very funny to Seth. Seeing the way people interacted. A few she could recognize from the neighborhood. But many she had no idea what ditch they crawled out of to come. "I'm not sure why I come either to be honest. Then while I sit at home, and the music blars threw my walls, I remember why. What is the expression? If you can't beat them, laugh at them?" Seth said to him. Having to look up at the obviously taller male. She reached up to tuck a bit of silky sienna hair behind her ear. At the same time revealing her pointed misshaped ears. Which was the only deformity on her body to show she wasn't a human. The other would be if she got cut. Her blood was a transparent, silvery color, and is thicker than that of humans. Although hopefully she wouldn't attacked any time soon. There was n reason to. Unless of coarse Father caught wind she was there. "You are a Designer, correct?" Seth asked him. Deciding to carry out an intelligent conversation among all the chaos surrounding them. It was a question she wasn't really looking for an answer to though. Mainly because she already knew. He was wearing a garment of his own creation right then. "I love the traditional patterns and styles you use. At the same time making it appeal to the younger audience. It is a breath of fresh air compared to America. There is little tradition there." Seth said to him. Just to start everything up. Of coarse she would not hold him there all day. |
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