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Post by Jareth X on May 31, 2009 15:04:43 GMT -5
Jareth walked toward the entrance casually. He'd been here before but not for very long. Last time he was here, he swore that this fool was coming onto him or something and that was very gay.
His costume was simple, a cape. He doesn't need to get dressed up for a foolish party when he was the hottest already. A vampire year round.
Entering the doorway (he didn't knock because he's so bad ass) he nodded a brief 'hello' to the robots and entered the living room area where the music was streaming. He swore he saw a very beautiful girl in a tutu princess costume run up the stairs. Of course, he didn't have anything to judge this by but her slender and long legs. But, that's all that counts anyways right? Spread them and you're beautiful and loved- instantly.
So far, there were only two people and they were deep in conversation. He kept his eye on the boy talking, he didn't seem familiar but Jareth knew that Cam and this boy were friends. Best be nice.
There was a high pitched ringing in his ears as the girl spoke, snarling he turned to look at her only to stop short upon recognition.
"Oh shit." [/sub]
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Post by Camillo DaVila on Jun 4, 2009 12:12:33 GMT -5
Lust consumed Camillo to the tip of his toes. A burning passion filled him, taking all his efforts and strength to pull away from Alex as he did. So close to the other boy, his flesh and sensitive neck mere inches away, he nearly leaned in and took in that tender part of the ear between his teeth. But he didn’t. He had to wait. Just a bit further. A few more steps and they would reach a bedroom. Or a bathroom. Or closet. Whichever they fell into first. He didn’t care. His entire sense of reasoning was lost controlled only by that ever present desire to feel Alex’s flesh against his own.
Camillo’s wishes unexpectedly came true in a mere few seconds of rushing up the stairs. He heard the boy following up with as much eagerness as he. Cammy, turnig to look at his love, found himself falling towards the floor, Alex on top of him. There was a reverberating sound around them as they fell, probably loud enough for the guests downstairs to hear quite clearly. None of this passed through Camillo’s mind however, as he looked up at the too-too clad boy. The only thing he was worried about was the position of the other’s leg between his own, that beautiful face looking down at him, those tempting lips.
"Mi Prince," Alex breathed heavily into Camillo’s ear.
Camillo felt his eyes flutter shut at the heavy voice, could feel the passion coursing through the other boy, passed onto him and filling him with a blinding want. Within an instant, Camillo felt his arms rise up over his head, pinned behind him. His eyes flew open to see Alex over him keeping his wrists tightly in place. There was no pain though, no fear in what a helpless and vulnerable position he was in. No. For all he cared the boy could do what he wanted to him.
Those luscious pink lips connected with his skin first, teasing the soft flesh behind his ear. The feeling of those warm soft lips nearly drove Camillo mad, soft groans escaping him, his eyes closing slowly in pleasure, hips involuntarily moving upwards. Every time, Alex moved away, his lips leaving his skin for than a few seconds, tantalizing and teasing, receiving a few frustrated moans and heaving breathing.
"We wont have much time my sweet, I mean to have you."
Camillo’s chest rose and fell as he stared up at the boy, the words registering in his mind. God how he wanted to feel him wanted to be taken by this irresistible boy.
“We have all the time we need for that,” he said, his want increasing every second. His voice seemed to waver and he could barely hear himself as he spoke. “Ai, Alex,” he said finally in a pleading tone, “Te nececito,” he said pressing up against the boy, straining his restrained arms. “I need you,” he repeated, this time in English. “God, I need you,” he said much more demanding, his back arching and eyes closing once more in a desperate need.
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Post by LaDon Uniche on Jun 9, 2009 17:20:42 GMT -5
Ladon had faintly heard the door open, probably someone else showing up to take away her Cammy. It didn't matter right now though. She had to defeat the Cheeseball first. She picked up another piece of cheese from the tray and threw it at him, hearing him yelp in surprise.
"Noo! Not the cheese!" he wailed, getting down on his knees, "Anything but that!"
Ladon giggled, so Mozzy didn't like cheese? She grabbed a few more pieces and began walking towards the purple skinned boy, "I still don't get your costume." She said in discust, "You look like a rotten potato or something."
Cuyler frowned and stood up, "Well obviously you wouldn't know. You're a girl." He crosses his arms.
"Oh really? Thanks for telling me, cause, I didn't already know that!" Ladon rolled her eyes and dropped the cheese on the floor. "I'm le-" she was about to say that she was leaving when she say a rather distraught looking boy in the hall. Good he could be all distraught he wanted. He was a jerk anyways. Even...even if he was incredibly awesome and so darned attractive.
She turned from Cuyler and headed back to the food table. Taking a cup she poured herself some punch and stood there. How long did it take to put a bear to bed, honestly? [/sup]
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Post by Cuyler Hudd Zeeby on Jun 15, 2009 20:44:30 GMT -5
Cuyler watched as LaDon walked over to the snack table and got herself some punch. Girls were so stupid, especially that LaDon. No, only that LaDon. She was a big meany always picking on him. Why was she so nice to Cammy?
Cuyler crosses his arms. Where was Cammy and Alex anyways? Tucking in a bear didn't really take that long did it?
He stood up and walked into the kitchen, smelling fresh baked cookies...or something of the sort. Just then a lightbulb went off in his brain and he let out a small gasp. Where was Christopher?!
He ran around the kitchen then back to the front door. He looked outside, "CHRISTOPHERRR!" he hollered, his head out the door, eyes looking frantically around him.
Where could he have gone?
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Post by Aly Tail on Jun 22, 2009 19:11:39 GMT -5
Aly Tail sat on a stool in the kitchen looking out the window. Her eyes flickered mindlessly as the Cheese-Ball came running in screaming something then went running back out. She wasn't exactly sure why she was there, but who knew, it could be fun...right? So far the chances of fun were limited -- due to the fact of having four dense geese tromping around the house.
She had her hair down, it was pretty unkept looking and she had a headband around her head with a large daisy stuck in it. The long sleeved shirt she wore was an off purple and went down to her thighs, like a mini-dress. Around her waist was a chain belt. She had worn long brown go-go boots but had taken them off and was now bare-footed. She was sucking on the metallic peace symbol necklace she wore.
Exhaling through her nose slowing she lay her head down on the counter, dropping the peace symbol from her mouth. It was really too bad she knew like...nobody. And besides...nobody liked hippies anyways.
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Post by Alex Hades on Jul 23, 2009 13:30:37 GMT -5
“We have all the time we need for that,” Camillo said, his want increasing every second. His voice seemed to waver and Alex could hear his ecstasy as he spoke. “Ai, Alex,” he said finally in a pleading tone, “Te nececito,” he said pressing up against Alex, straining his restrained arms. “I need you,” he repeated, this time in English. “God, I need you,” he said much more demanding, his back arching and eyes closing once more in a desperate need.
Alex smiled, the pleasure of having Camillo beneath him wasn't as enjoyable until there was a powerful desperation that linked the two together in an exquisite bond. His eyes narrowed, his masculinity taking hold of his actions, he leaned down and growled, "Not yet."
As quickly as it happened, Alex was off of the boy and helping him up. The same hand he embraced, he brought down to his fly as proof of Alex's readiness.
His eyes flicked over to Camillo and he waited until he had his eyes before speaking again.
"Lead the way."
Ooc| Sorry this one's kind of short, I just wanted it to be moving so that they aren't in the hallway you know?
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Post by Christopher Blake on Aug 12, 2009 18:06:44 GMT -5
Ok, so the votes were in and the results were unanimous. It was a freezing cold night and Chris’ Halloween outfit was not appropriate for the weather. But in the poor boy’s defense Cuyler had said the house was merely steps away from his own, so they would be in a heated house in a few mere seconds. Unfortunately for Christopher he was easily distracted and the dog tied to the post by the little green house seemed so lonely and of course it never crossed the boy’s mind that by petting this lone animal for a few mere minutes would cause his to lose sight of his guide and be stranded in a random neighbourhood knocking on doors and asking if there was a Halloween party going on, only to have very angry people slam the door in his faced while saying some very rude things.
Standing under a house light Chris adjusted his devil horns and gripped his pitchfork. Maybe this would be the house. Hopefully anyway. He wasn’t sure how many more infuriated people he could take. And besides he didn’t know what they found so appalling by his outfit. It was very ingenious. Plus it was perfect for seducing Taro if he showed up at this party and winning him back. Maybe. I mean who wouldn’t fall for the slender boy wearing nothing but a wonderfully red Speedo, devil horns, a lovely red tail and holding a pitchfork? Cuyler’s father had seemed to like it. He even called him cute. Maybe all these people were just angry because they were overly religious and thought he was actually the devil. That would explain some things.
Working up his courage once more, Chris raised his balled up fist and was just about to knock when an all too familiar voice reached his ears.
"CHRISTOPHERRR!"
About three doors down and to his left a bright light filled the darkness followed by booming music. A bright head of blonde hair greeted his eyes, and with a relieved smile Chris began running.
“Cuyler! Cuyler I’m here!” He shouted waving his just in case he closed the door and he lost sight of him again. “Oh Cuyler,” he began when he reached the teen, “You have no idea how scary it is out here! There was a dog and he was cute, and this old lady and a big man and and…oh I know this song!” He said excitedly making his way into the house. “Oh look chips! And punch! I love punch!” He said happily going over and pouring himself a cup.
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Post by Jareth X on Aug 13, 2009 12:42:43 GMT -5
Jareth stood waiting within reaches of LaDon. Surely she had seen him in all of his glory- His vampiric beauty.
After torturing the childish fool she had simply stormed off to drink some of the drink Camillo surely had conjured. He took a tentative step forward, his mind racing with horrendous thoughts about what he would love to do with the once-ugly-now-beautiful girl.
It wasn't long until the foolish boy had been screaming about another same sex person. Jareth frowned, where the f**k were all the girls? So far he had only seen two. Ladon and the one dressed in Pink chasing Cam.
Oh Cam, that player. Jareth smiled at the thought of his friend banging a female. That wasn't too perverted was it? Didn't everybody think this way?
“Cuyler! Cuyler I’m here!” somebody shouted. “Oh Cuyler,” another male began when he reached the fool, “You have no idea how scary it is out here! There was a dog and he was cute, and this old lady and a big man and and…oh I know this song!” He said excitedly making his way into the house. “Oh look chips! And punch! I love punch!” He said happily walking past Jareth and pouring himself a cup.
Jareth paused, struck by disgust. The boy was wearing nothing but a speedo and was showing more skin than Jareth could ever imagine. He immediately felt pangs of jealousy deep in his sides.
Nevertheless, he sat on the couch and waited for the action to come rolling his way. [/sub]
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Post by Cuyler Hudd Zeeby on Aug 17, 2009 18:33:59 GMT -5
Mozzy grinned brightly, his white teeth the brightest thing on him. His purple skin and green hair just made him look like a bruised plum..or beat..or something food-like
“Cuyler! Cuyler I’m here!” Christopher shouted waving his hads. Cuyler waved his hands back, jumping a bit, still grinning.
“Oh Cuyler,” Christopher began as he reached Mozzy, “You have no idea how scary it is out here! There was a dog and he was cute, and this old lady and a big man and and…oh I know this song!”
Mozzy felt so bad for Chris, he'd been through so much...but at the same time..he was pushing right past him, not even worrying about it now. It was all about the music and punch! Cuyler smiled. Good old Chris, keepin' his cool!
Mozzy followed Chris in, closing the door behind him. Then it dawned on him. He hit his head. Karaoke! That's what they needed. Where was it! Cammy HAD to have one lying around somewhere.
Cuyler ran into the living room and started searching around. Looking under the couches, behind stuffed animals in drawrers..but alas..he found none.
"GAH! WHERE ARE YOU KARAOKEEEEEE!!!" he wailed, dropping to the floor.
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Post by LaDon Uniche on Aug 17, 2009 19:39:44 GMT -5
LaDon inched out of the way as a boy caming thundering in, rambling about punch and some other crazy and mindless things. And..what was he wearing. She raised a brow and grimaced as she looked him over.
Chugging down the large cup she set it down on the windowsill and walked to the entrance of the living room. Mozzy was down on the ground screaming about karaoke. That sounded like fun..but LaDon was not a happy tree spirit right now.
She frowned at Jareth, looking him dead in the eyes, "What are you doing here?" she demanded, clenching the cupcake she had, just a little tighter.
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Post by Aly Tail on Aug 24, 2009 17:13:40 GMT -5
"GAH! WHERE ARE YOU KARAOKEEEEEE!!!"
Those words rang through her head. Well, the one word. Karaoke. That meant..singing, right. Oh but she loved singing! Even if it was with the cheese-ball.
She sat up, her neck sore from sleeping weird on the counter. Quietly she walked into the living room, past some tall guy and that crazy LaDon and in to where Cuyler was.
She tried to put on a brave face as she walked up to the insane child. "Eh, ya talking about karaoke I hear." she said with a small smile, "Would ya like some help finding it?" She asked, but with out waiting an answer she opened the cupboard next to the TV and, low and behold, there it was.
Aly grinned, picking it up, "Alright, let's get this party goin'." she mumbled to herself, kneeling down and plugging in the cords.
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Post by Taro K. Mizeal on Sept 17, 2009 11:28:52 GMT -5
Taro had no idea what he was doing. He didn’t need to go to this stupid halloween party. Who knew what was going to happen there. The whole school was invited for crying out loud. There could be drugs and drunks and sexual activity. He wasn’t interested in any of it.
Then again it was at the famous Camillo DaVila’s house and he seemed like the sort of kid who wasn’t into those sorts of things. Of course, his parents had been drugging him ever since he was a wee tot. He had no idea of this, how could he when they snuck it in his food and drinks. They were a really messed up couple. But it suited them to be on this island. This disgusting sorry excuse for a life of an island. He wanted so bad to help all the troubled ones here. But he couldn’t. He wasn’t allowed. If he told anyone of the plans that were to take place he would die and so would those who knew. But why not take the risk? They were all going to die anyways. He couldn’t take the risk because he didn’t know all of the plans. He wasn’t up to date with everything. If he knew everything then he would be able to help. He could then actually do something. Something useful, instead of sitting around like a log and rotting. Of course a log can be moved if given a push. But who could he ask for a push? He was in the middle of a forest with no one around. No one he could call for help.
He let out a sigh as he reached the front door of the DaVila’s home. ‘Here goes nothing.’ he thought turning the handle and entering in.
His eyes gazed the scene infront of him. There was Jareth and LaDon and farther right was Aly and Cuyler and was that Christopher? His heart stopped and he quickly averted his eyes. He still felt horrible. Christopher hadn’t come back. Had he forgotten about him? Did he hate him now. Maybe he should have told Christopher what was going on. He shook his head and plunked himself down on the couch. He pulled out a deck of cards and began shuffling them. He was dressed up in a white V neck shirt and a black top hat with a red ribbon and cards stuck in it and black jeans. He didn’t know what he was exactly, but it didn’t matter. He was dressed up enough. Of course...Christopher on the other hand... He wasn’t dressed enough.
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Post by Cuyler Hudd Zeeby on Oct 30, 2009 11:15:11 GMT -5
With all of Mozzy’s shouting and crying and worrying about finding the silly machine a soft voice speaks to him
"Eh, ya talking about karaoke I hear." he turned to see that red headed girl, Aly, "Would ya like some help finding it?" She asked, but with out waiting an answer she went abut finding it.
Mozzy slunk over to the punch table and poured himself a large glass of punch. Oh how he loved punch. It was so tasty and sweet and- He looked down at his cup, which was already empty. He filled it up again and began chugging away.
Setting it down he skipped back over to where the wee little hippie sat.
Aly grinned, "Alright, let's get this party goin'." she mumbled to herself, kneeling down and plugging in the cords.
Mozzy hooked up the microphones and turned them on, handing on to her. He sifted through the songs that were there and picked one out.
“Alyyyy!” he called in a childish tone, “Do you know this one?” he questioned, holding up the song. It was the sweater song, by weezer.
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Post by Aly Tail on Nov 2, 2009 13:51:56 GMT -5
Aly took hold of the microphone given to her. She was so excited. To ease her mind, she too went over to the table and grabbed a glass of punch. The Little Cheese-Ball seemed to really enjoy it and it made her desire some too.
“Alyyyy!” Mozzy called in a childish tone, “Do you know this one?” he questioned, holding up the song. It was the sweater song, by weezer.
Aly's face lit up, did she know the sweater song? OF COURSE she did! Who in their right mind didn't? She took the CD from him and plopped it in the player saying, "I loooove love loove this song!" She stood up, legs shoulder width apart and watched the screen as the intro began.
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Post by Tyr X on Nov 2, 2009 14:11:41 GMT -5
Tyr was there watching the party before him, bemused that he was invisible and thus, invincible. He wore a black cloak and sat a few seats from Aly. She had yet to notice him. His hair however, was not masking her from he, instead there was a white half mask. Almost symbolic that he was opening himself up to her, letting her see the face nobody had yet to notice. She was beautiful, elegant with her long hair falling toward the ground, calling his fingers to run them gently through her hair. Of course, as Tyr knew, they were still considered strangers and such an intimate act would push his angel farther away from him. The daisy held bound by the headband taunted him with its crooked stare. If the flower was a mere centimeter to the right it would be perfect and stand allow her beauty to be fully shown instead of having her look a tad sloppy. Her feet, tiny and delicate which had originally slipped from her brown boots walked tentatively over to the blonde fool who had whined about singing songs for joy and merriment.
But Tyr was not here for such acts. He, unlike his brother who intended to pick up and f**k as many women as he possibly could, was going to protect his Angel- as much as he could.
He listened to him complain and her interact with his whining. She was going to sing!
Words cannot express the joy that filled his heart. His cloak danced from his actions. Walking over into the room where most of the action was, he chose to meld in with the crowd. Shuffling to the punch, he poured himself a class and brought the substance to his pale lips.
His nostrils instantly picked up the alcoholic hue. A mental note was created, his Angel would stay sober tonight.
The music from the T.V Interrupted his thoughts and he was brought back that his angel was going to sing. Sing for him and only him. Gods, she was beautiful. And he wanted her. [/sub]
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