Ƭhe ℙursuit of SalvaϮion [Inactive]

[SteevieX1]

With the Jewel in hand, the mission seemed inevitably complete with the utmost care. It was a break, the guards caught off guard and unable to retaliate. But with the slightest clumsy action, his cursive shoe lace was the end of him, and soon the sharp end of the diamond jewel rested peacefully in the center of his heart. Soon all went blurry and cold for the soon retired jewel thief, but he had gotten what he had coming to him, his greed and arrogance brought his death in the most humiliating and ironic fashion.


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A Warm beam of sunlight coming from the window slowly warmed Takahshi's dead cold face, as he began to collect his conscious and wake up. He felt unusual, like something was different. He checked his chest to see if a wound still lied there, but to his confusion nothing was there. He knew it wasn't a dream, he remembers clearly the sharp but abrupt pain, but he digresses. He let out a sigh of relief and slowly got up out of the bed. But to his dismay he was not in his normal bedroom, this was not his, but how did he get here? He looked around and walked to a drawer where a mirror stood up. Maybe he wasn't himself, maybe he magically switched bodies? He looked into the mirror and the reflection was his own and not that of someone else. He searched the drawer to see if anything he could steal was there but as he opened the first one he noticed his mothers diamond ring, sitting there in a cushioned box. He checked his finger to see if it was there but it wasn't, he picked the ring up and inspected it, the noticeable markings were there, there was no ring like his mothers, it was genuine. He slowly put it on his pointer finger and exited the room, to maybe search the house for anymore clues.


He made his way down the stairs, but a cold reminder smacked him in the face as he once again tripped over his shoe laces and fell down the stairs. The thumping noises were loud and obnoxious, but as he made it down the stairs he noticed only a minor bruise was made on his palm. He tied his shoes and looked around the house until he finally made it to a room where a group of people stood. "Hey, where the hell am I!" Takahshi barged in asking.


( sorry for being so late )

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[evephy]

On his way out, Koha took note of another girl, standing near the doorway. He hadn't noticed her earlier. He offered her a meaningless smile before putting his hands in he pockets and continuing on. It was only then did he realize how he was dressed. He was wearing a tank top and sweat pants, as well as high-tops for his shoes. He took a moment to take in his not-so-eye catching fashion sense, and then shrugged, continuing on his way.


"Hey wait!" a female voice called out, stopping Koha in his tracks. Was directed to him? Kohaku paused for a moment, and looked behind him, just as the silver-haired girl from before pushed pass the people at the door, joining him. "Oh, hi." He said, giving her a smile similar to the one he offered the other girl. Now that she had caught up to him, Koha continued walking in whatever direction he felt seemed okay. "You don't happen to know your way around here do you?" She asked him, with a noticeably nervous laugh.


"Oh I know my way around. I come here all the time." He joked in return, in a meaningless effort to calm her nerves. A minuscule step towards being a little more considerate than he had been when he was alive. Koha offered a small laugh and made a turn around the corner. Lucky for them, the kitchen and dining area were just around that very corner, and low and behold: a vast eating area that would make any poor man cry. The only downside was that there was absolutely no food on the table. "I guess it's not time to eat yet." He sighed. Kohaku did contemplate maybe making some food for himself, but that obviously wasn't going to happen unless he was starving to death... to bad he was already dead.


Then again, Kohaku was never exactly hungry in the first place. After the whole, 'You're dead and trapped her for a month before you go to Heaven or Hell" thing, he had kind of lost his appetite. "Maybe we could go to the recreational room." He offered. "I need some fun to get my mind off of this."

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[[OoC:// Hoho, Koha making friends, and he still doesn't even know her name. What a loser, Kohaku. tsk tsk.

xD ]]
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[TwoMoons]

Aya was a bit confused about the rubberneck statement, but she assumed that like her, the man was evaluating their company. She had brought it on herself, peering into the room and all, but it wasn't like Aya was going to admit it. She noticed a few people leaving, a red haired boy and they grey-blonde haired girl that had entered a little bit before her. She could understand everyone wanted to make friends, as they'd be stuck together for a month, but it seemed that currently, mostly eveyone was talking to another, or at least attempting. Aya was a little dissapointed when the overly flirty girl didn't leave, as she would have to stay in Aya's range of sight.


She had now realized that she had to answer the man's question, as she had been lost in thought for a few seconds. "My name's Ayano Hatoyama. What's your name?" she asked him, as she found it a given to learn the name of your first aquaintance, even if you are dead. Even if Aya was dead, her manners, the ones she had left at least, still applied. She wasn't sure if that was true to everyone, especially not the seemingly slutty girl, but she decided to at least make herself tolerable, especially if it meant going to Heaven. She looked at the man again, seeing his eye twitching. What was he doing? "Are you OK?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at his strange behaviour.

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[Endless Love]

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The sheets that concealed Cher's body were kicked off quickly, a pair of pale eyes bordered by dark long eyelashes shooting open abruptly. Swinging her bare legs over the side of the bed, she stretched out her arms and yawned, rubbing her eyes and taking a minute to stare at the wall. That was usually what Cher did when she woke up, it was a habit not likely to change. Then, the memory came flooding to her. The car accident. A knot grew inside her and a loud distressed scream poured from her lips which had a blood stain in the left corner. The room was odd, she'd never seen it before in her life. If she'd survived, then where was she? How come not a hospital or her home? This was obviously neither. The scream traveled at the speed of light, echoing in an almost eerie way throughout the building.

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[MisfortunateDreams]

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"Yeah, I'm fine... pretty good for being dead and all." Alfie joked with a shrug of his shoulders as he looked around and noticed that everyone had seemingly already broken into groups. It wasn't a big problem for him but it would have been nice to get a bit of information on everyone. He'd just have to find things out about the girl he was currently talking to, Valerie. Perhaps she knew a bit about their situation.


"So, you seem pretty informed." He said, leaning back so that he could look at her a bit better. "Any idea what this place is? Purgatory or Limbo. Someplace like that, right?" He thought about it for a second. He knew for sure he was dead, it was a done deal if the rest of them were dead as well. The only thing was that if he was dead he'd have to GO somewhere. He knew he'd have never made it to heaven. It had been more then 100% guaranteed fact. Which meant he was either in H*ll or purgatory. Since he wasn't being cooked in a pot of hot water by demons that meant he had to be in purgatory. Question was, why?


"Any idea why we're here?"

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[Endless Love]

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A sort of shocked sigh followed the scream as Cher ran her dainty fingers through her soft blonde waves which fell around her small shoulders and down her back. Had she really survived? She'd thought for sure that crash had killed her off for good. A new found rush of what some would call hope coursed through Cher, and she jumped off the bed which was much too high for her size.


There was a vanity mirror in the room, and for some reason, the blood and wounds..not to mention knotted hair was nowhere to be found. Not even a scratch. Curiously, she touched her soft, milky smooth cheek with a light hand, caressing it as if looking for some sort of injury she just couldn't see. Nothing. The locket her mother and father had given her was on the vainty, along with a powder for her snow white skin, peach lip gloss, and a mascara bottle. Shrugging, Cher lightly dusted the powder over her cheeks, perfectly glossed her lips, and applied a barely there coat of dark nearly black mascara. Just right. Last minute she spritzed on a Victoria's Secret Angel perfume and pulled a black cardigan around her shoulders. It was the only thing that could really conceal her skin, as under it she was wearing grey baggy sweatpants and a pink and black lace pushup bra. With that, she took a deep breath and wondered down a hallway to a man who looked to be a butler. What the.. Cher pondered, approaching him with knitted brows wearing an expression of confusion.

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[Necrominac]

Giving up the attempt to smile Leonid straightened his face in defeat "I'm perfectly fine, and my name is Leonid Hirota." he answered partially coughing attempting to play off the stupid face he was making whilst adjusting his glasses that slid off slightly as he was having his spasm. A shriek broke his concentration on Ayano as his head slowly turned to the echoing source.


"Did you hear that?" he asked the girl standing idle beside him. Leonid followed the house's corridors to the West wing. What is that smell? his mind pondered as he came closer to the West wing hall way and was approaching a familiar suit turned away to audible footsteps approaching the static figure. He began to observe the meeting from a distance with his straight position towering over the area.





//Programmers comment here ~o~| Shouldn't the butler have disappeared earlier? It would kinda be cooler


//considering that it would bring out the effect of him being some sort of all-knowing being.

 

[jewlia]

Acacia smiled, more relaxed now. She truly did need a sort of friend here, as it seemed that everyone was preoccupied, and to be honest, she felt alone. She had half-expected the boy to roll his eyes and scoff at her, but instead he was courteous and kind to her. He seemed to want a friend as well, so she went along with it, following him to the dining area. Her heart fell as she saw there was no food. Even though she was dead, she felt hungry. Maybe it was just a comfort thing.





"Yeah, I need a pick-me-up." Her voice trembled a bit, not out of nervousness, but out of the day's events. She was not sad or disappointed to be dead, but felt unsatisfied and desperately needed closure. Every time she glanced at this man, she felt a little better, not knowing if it was because of who he resembled to her, or just the hope of having someone to lean on or keep her in check.


"I'm Acacia, by the way. And you?" She smiled truly now, starting off in one direction to find some sort of rec. area.

 

[ZaffiroAiLa]

Location: Living Room


Thoughts: This topic stresses me out...


With: Alfie @MisfortunateDreams, & Ricky @Amare la Vita


Valerie giggled at Alfie's sarcastic joke with him being happy dead.


"Yep, being dead and all, is pretty amazing... At least we will no longer have to feel pain," Valerie joked, as she looked around with Alfie around the room. She noticed as well that everyone was making their own little groups. When Alfie leaned back on the couch and stated how inform she was about their situation, Valerie shrugged her shoulders. With subtle flirtation, Valerie brushed back a few strands of her hair behind her ear then looked to her side at Alfie with a smile.


"I believe this is a place in between Heaven and Heck, so yea a Limbo area," Valerie explained. "I don't think we are in Purgatory, since that place is considered to be in Heck." Silence fell between them as he asked why they might be in this place. Once again, Valerie was faced with her sins, which she did not want to think about. I didn't do anything wrong, I don't believe I do. Just because I wants someone eternal love and I love to have fun with people, it makes me a bad person. Don't I have a right to Pursuit of Happiness? Or does that not apply in Heck or Paradise? Valerie knew she had to answer Alfie sooner or later. She looked up to Alfie and tapped her lip, learning how she should explain.


"I think this place gives us a second chance to prove ourselves that we do belong in Heaven in someway," Valerie answered. "What do you think why we might be here? But other than that serious topic... tell me about yourself~" If there is anything that she hates the most is dealing with problems and stress, so Valerie wanted to ignore it for now and just focus on Alfie.

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[Endless Love]

Dead? Wow, I honestly was sure I would go straight to heaven. The green specks in Cher's bleached blue jean eyes darkened, as well as the navy and gold. It happened when she was shocked or deep in thought. Her already toned stomach tensed as the fear sort of sunk in. How was this even possible? Cher kept the perplexed expression on her pure white face as she wondered into the foyer room others seemingly had gathered in, adjusting her black cardigan over her shoudlers

 

[MisfortunateDreams]

"Well, I can't say I'm surprised that I'm here." Alfie said, scratching the back of his head with a meek grin. "Haven't exactly been a class A citizen after all." Alfie had been what most people call a thug, not that he was actually a bad guy or anything. He had just had a knack for getting into trouble was all. Still he couldn't exactly say he was sorry about what he had done. He believed with every ounce of himself that most of the stuff he had done was 100% deserved. He couldn't forgive those who had what he didn't and wasted it one pointless things. Revenge, vandalism, even theft; nothing seemed to pay back the people that flaunted their long lives in front of him. He had wanted to make them regret it, regret having what he didn't.


"To late to go back now though." He shrugged, "I don't think I'd do it any differently. People deserved what they got."

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[evephy]

"Kohaku." He replied simply. "Everyone calls me Koha, though." Koha followed Acacia, trailing a few steps behind her as he took in the view of the mansion. This was definitely a step up from the apartment he lived in before. "Well, they used to anyways..." His eyes caught onto a strange mirror, as his whole body froze. Instead of his own reflection, it showed a familiar-looking man, with disheveled brown hair, and dirty clothes. He was sitting in a bar, drowning himself in alcohol. It only took a second more for Kohaku to realize that this man was his father.


It had been many years since he had seen him. After the night where his mother had been murdered, he had disappeared, and Koha gave up on looking for him after about half a year. He stood there, staring at the mirror for a couple more seconds before he snapped out of his trance, jogging back up to Acacia. "Sorry, about that." He muttered, taking a quick glance in her direction. Did she see what Koha saw? If she did, she would probably just be confused... hopefully


In an effort to steer their conversation away from anything that might involve weird mirrors and drunk fathers, the boy turned the conversation to her. "So, what brings you here?" He asked Acacia, in a less than serious tone, despite how personal this question might seem. "I mean, there has to be a reason why we aren't throwing flower petals and dancing up in heaven, right?"




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[[OoC://Phew, finally got a post up. I hope this is enough for you to work with. :b ]]

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[jewlia]

Acacia tried to walk with confidence, as it seemed to be the only way to survive around here. However, she couldn't help but tremble a bit, such a petite creature inside such a large, intricately decorated mansion. As she walked, she traced the walls with her pale eyes. She passed a mirror, cringing as she thought she would see her own reflection. Acacia hated seeing herself, especially in mirrors, where the image was the clearest and made her most vulnerable.


But something was different about this mirror, it didn't show her. At first she thought it was just Koha's reflection in the mirror as he passed, but this man in the mirror was laying in bed, clutching something to his chest. Something deep within her cried out for the man, but she kept walking, determined to find some form of entertainment in this purgatory.


Koha's question chilled her. It was true, she had done things to deserve this fate, many things. But, what could she tell him? She certainly couldn't tell him the truth, he would turn her -- Acacia stopped her train of thought. She was dead now. She might as well start telling the truth. "I pushed everyone away... in one way or another." Cheating on Crimson, destroying Uncle's Corvette, pushing my own sister from a window... "I have a problem with my temper."


"What about you..?" She trailed off, as they had reached the end of a long hallway, resulting in two double doors. Acacia reached out and wrapped her tiny, callused hand around the smooth knob, twisting and pulling slightly. It swung open, revealing a very large room that smelled of chlorine and alcohol. She turned, grinning, and motioned for him to follow her.


Inside, there was an indoor pool to her left, and a pool table and chess table to her right. To top it all off, there was a bar in the back. Acacia made a slow, careful beeline to the bar. She went behind it, tracing her hand along the bar, and picked up two plastic cups, filling them up with a beer on tap. As she made her way back to Koha, she took notice of how the pool water made small, wavy shadows on the ceiling. Acacia held out a cup for him.

 

[Amare la Vita]

Ricky just watched as conversation carried on. He lowered his head and recalled what he had done: Murder and food. He never really lived a good life, so why did death bother him so much? Probably because of his mother's death? Immediately, he was hit with shock. 'Mom.....Did she wind up here? Please, please, please, no....' With further thought, he laughed to himself. When did his mother do anything evil? So, instead of sitting back and being lonesome, he decided that it would be best to talk to someone. But about what? To whom? Well, he did just embarrass himself in front of the beautiful girl here, but he could try to talk to her later... So, he thought about the red-haired guy who seemed pretty laid back.. 'Wait a minute... They did go look for food...' "Well, I'm probably going to help with the food hunt.. You know, make something as well.. You get the gist..." He shuffled out the door thinking how stupid he was...

 

[Endless Love]

Seemingly everyone had already mingled and introduced themselves. Cher was late, as usual. What could she say? She was a late sleeper. Jealousy and fatigue were the most prominent feelings of Cher that morning. With sleepy blue eyes she passed the others, not thinking to introduce herself and sat comfortably in a chair alone. Bored, Cher stared at her hands in her lap, wishing she'd used a less minty toothpaste that morning as it stung the inside of her mouth.

 

[evephy]

Koha walked silently behind Acacia, taking note of her similar attention to the mirror. He didn't look at it again though. He didn't want to. Did she see what he saw? Kohaku glanced over at her, but her expression showed no confusion. If she had seen his father, she didn't seem to be showing it. Without another word, he continued on, just as Acacia did. Even though they both noticed the mirror, neither of them brought it up.When she began speaking of her previous life, and rather honestly as well, Koha listened with empathy. He felt almost honored for her to be able to tell him that without much hesitation. Her mention of her problems with temper saddened him a bit, however. He wasn't one for anger. In fact, he was the very opposite of it. He hardly ever lost his temper, and only took his anger out on lifeless objects when he was alone. However, he still knew that not everyone was like him. Even though Koha preferred to be alone in his anger, most people didn't.


Nothing but silence fell over Kohaku once Acacia asked about him as he tried to formulate his actions into words. Luckily for him, he was given some stalling time, as they arrived at the recreational room through some miracle. He took a moment to admire the room, a she had never been to a place such as this when he was alive. There was a table for a game of billiards, as well as a table for chess. There was a pool taking up the majority of the room, and a bar in the back. He felt like he was living in luxury. But then again, he wasn't exactly living anymore. He hadn't even noticed that Acacia had gone to get the two of them beers before she held a cup out to him.


"Oh, thanks." He said, taking the cup from her. Koha smiled, sitting down at the edge of the pool with his legs crossed. There were chairs all around the room, but for some reason, he just felt like sitting beside the water. He was quiet for a moment, staring at the ripples of light on the ceiling before finally opening his mouth to speak. "You could say pushed everyone away too." He stated, taking a sip out of his cup, the cold, bitter taste was practically welcoming, and the back of his throat felt warm after it went down. "I just kind of stopped caring about people or life in general..."


Koha stared down at his cup, and a thought occurred to him about whether or not it was possible to get drunk in the after life. Probably not, wasn't that a sin or something? He turned to look at Acacia, his previous state of seriousness completely dismissed by a friendly smile. "How about a game of twenty questions?" He offered, lifting his cup up in her direction. "It'd be better to know each other a little more before we start getting all mushy and personal with each other."

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[Amare la Vita]

Ricky continued to search for food, but when he reached the dining room, nothing was about. "Really..." Ricky sighed. His stomach began to grumble a little bit, and he laughed. "Haven't changed a bit, have you, Rick?" He glanced about the room and decided that if there wasn't anyone here, the people must have moved off to a different room. 'Man, this place is big...' he thought to himself. 'What to do, what to do.....' It only made sense that you couldn't go outside, and he wasn't going to return to the other room, especially considering he felt really awkward in there as is. So, Ricky wondered about the hallways trying to map out the place. "Dining area, living room, bedrooms,....." He drew some mental pictures in his head to memorize where one place was compared to the rest.


He stumbled upon a music room which he took in with awe. The instruments were all brand new, and they seemed fully functional. He stepped up to one of the pianos and sat down at the bench. He held down one note after the other succeeding in a beautiful chord. C3-E3-G3-C4 . He gave a sheepish grin. He loved to play. He wasn't exactly the next Billy Joel or Sir Elton John, but at least he could make sure it didn't sound like a dying cat. On the back wall, there lay a rack of sheet music. Shifting through it, he found Jesus Bleibet Meine Freude. Quietly, he played with his right hand. B-G-A-B-D-C-C-E-D-D-G-F# and so forth.

 

[Endless Love]

Carefully, Cher watched the other mingle, a fiery gold glow in the specks of her eyes showing jealousy, a typical feeling she had over nearly anything. Even if she really was dead now, Cher never really looked like other girls. Sure, she had the whole blonde hair, perfect fair skin, toned build going on for her, but she almost to some, mainly because her skin, hair, and eyes, almost looked glowing, some swore she was some sort of ghost or spirit. I should've cut my hair like everyone else. It was i Teen Vogue, of course it was the better choice! Cher chewed the inside of her cheek awkwardly, her small body sprawled out comfortably over the chair. Oh. Another thing to feel jealous about. It was true, she was much smaller than the girls she grew up around. Poor Cher stood at 5'2, weighing 106 pounds. Her face often burned red with envy when her eyes came to find gorgeous tall girls who towered over her like goddesses.

 

[TwoMoons]

Aya shrugged, deciding to take his word about whatever had happened to his face. "It's nice to meet you Leonid." she said, smiling a little. She wasn't very sure why she was being so sociable to Leonid, but it was probably because she was still in shock from being dead and all. She took a breath, trying to return to her comfortable, regular, cold self. However, she failed. It was probably because of the weird place she was in, yeah, that had to be it. Aya was always one to throw blame, never wanting to be in trouble and lose something. When she was a child, getting grounded was the worst. She hated getting her privileges and possessions taken away just because she did something society deemed 'wrong.'


She watched she man leave, hearing some screech. It was probably another dead person. "How many people are going to be here?" she mumbled, her shoulders slumping. This place was marvelous, but sharing it wasn't up to Aya's tastes. She frowned, as she had just noticed that the room she was in had cleared out quite a bit, but Aya had no idea where to go, not wanting to be lost. She stood there awkwardly, not wanting to follow anyone nor get lost, and certainly didn't want to talk to the others in the room.

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[Necrominac]

Leonid watched as the doll walked into the domain of the succubus and fool, whilst the Butler disappeared once more. Three people in the Living room, now I need the neophyte and peach. I'm sure the rub- Ayano will follow. In the hopes that the gathered herd would not move he started a search for the neophyte first, as he would be the easiest to grab back into the group. He checked all over the maze falling into the Dining room, or even passing through the west wings girls dorm shamelessly. A last door caught his attention as it emitted the noise of a piano going off inside. To Leonid's surprise the neophyte actually seemed to have experience with something, but to tell himself this would be like admitting defeat. He slid the door further open and walked up behind the distracted boy not making a sound and began to speak with a jumping clear voice "Do you play the Piano?".


//I was going to make him speak German just to add another touch of my own, but that wouldn't fit in :3

 

[Amare la Vita]

Ricky almost had a heartattack as the voice rang out behind him. He blushed a deep shade of crimson as he lowered his head and turned around. "A-a little." He gave a sheepish grin, then looked at the man with a small tilt of the head. "I never got to learn your name..." He slowly stuck his hand out and it began to shake wildly. "I'm R-Ricky. But you probably already knew that... Are you lost, too?"

 

[TwoMoons]

Aya had begun to feel strange just standing there, so she began to think where Leonid had went. She frowned, as she had only remembered him leaving. She stretched, tired from just standing there. Yeah, Aya didn't exercise much, if that wasn't apparent. Her shoulders slumped, and she began to walk in the general direction of where she thought he was. She went up and down sets of stairs, and it felt like she was always going down the same hallway. This place was too big and too unfamiliar. At times, she wanted to be back at home with her unfaithful boyfriend. At least she was happy and unknowing there.


After what had felt like hours, she walked into a room with a piano, seeing Leonid and another boy at the piano. "Um, I hope I'm not interupting you, but I was wondering if I could come in?" she asked, almost casting a hopeful glance at Leonid, but she dismissed that thought, not wanting to look like an innocent schoolgirl.

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[Amare la Vita]

Ricky acknowledged the newcomer. "Why are there so many people in this place?" Ricky now felt completely embarrassed. First, the fancy, business man and now a childish girl had entered the room. He thought about what he had said.


'Why are there so many people here? They don't seem like bad people...' As his mind whirred, he figured that if they were all stuck here together, he might as well be polite. "Would you like to play a bit..? Sorry about the outburst before. That was mighty rude of me. Especially to some beautiful company." He nodded at each of them. With a smug feeling, he mentally patted himself on the back. 'Nice. Gentlemen behavior is always a great way to get accepted.' He stood to the side of the piano and realized that he had been playing with his hands and had wound up catching the cuffs of his tux on the knobs to close the piano. With a look of even more embarrassment, he proceeded to try to unlink them. 'Nice one, idiot...' He sighed. "Could.. Could one of you help me?..." He played off another sheepish grin and shook his head. "Sadly, this isn't the first time..."

 

[ZaffiroAiLa]

Location: Living Room


Thoughts: This topic stresses me out...


With: Alfie @MisfortunateDreams





Valerie tilted her head at Alfie when he said he deserved to be here. From what she saw, he seemed like any ordinary good Samaritan and he wouldn't do anything bad. Then again, she is one to talk: a beautiful mask that hides such a hideous personality, that knows nothing of genuine kindness and love.


"Well I for one don't think you should just give up here!" Valerie encouraged him. "You should show God or whoever it is that you are an amazing person~" Valerie quickly held his hands in hers and gave a warming smile. Never thought I would be encouraging someone like this... Wait? Why am I doing this? If anything, he should be complimenting me! Dang what am I doing?! If there was anything that annoyed Valerie, it would be a person being negative about themselves. In some way, this is probably her kinder and truthful side, she would show at rare times.


"It's not too late, I'm telling you!" Valerie frowned at him with a determined spark in her eyes. "You need to stop thinking so negatively! You can show him you are worthy of heaven! And I'm willing to help!" Valerie moved her face closer to his when he gave him that look. After realizing she was close to him and staring into his golden eyes, as well as show such a spirited expression and lost her cool aura. Valerie blushed as she sat back, letting go of his hands, placing them on her lap. Now I am offering people help?! It's every man for themselves in this place, I'm sure! I'm losing it...


"Ahem..." Valerie cleared her voice as she calmed herself as she looked away. "O-Other than that... tell me what you did for a job or spare time?" When she was composed she turned around and smiled, putting her mask on once more.

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[ZaffiroAiLa]

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