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Post by Marquis de Carabas on Oct 15, 2008 21:28:23 GMT -5
*The Marquis let out a bark of laughter and grinned.*
"Well met, Mercutio. I like you, and I don't say that about many. One has to work for the Marquis' approval."
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Post by Mercutio on Oct 15, 2008 21:41:16 GMT -5
Mercutio was surprised by this sudden announcement of approval, still trying to think of his word. His lips curved into a more geniune smile. "I'm honored, then." He gave a little shrug. "I hate to admit it, but I'm a bit of a sluteasily wooed; you had my heart the very instant you offered me pants."
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Post by Marquis de Carabas on Oct 15, 2008 22:03:50 GMT -5
"I'm glad to hear it," *he said, leaning against the wall and scratching the kitteh behind its ears idly.*
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Post by kitteh on Oct 15, 2008 22:25:45 GMT -5
The kitteh purred, rubbing its cheek against the Marquis' hand. Waves of contentment came off of it, and Mercutio looked a bit queasy.
"You can feel that, can't you?"
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Post by Marquis de Carabas on Oct 16, 2008 10:22:20 GMT -5
"Well, it isn't a normal cat."
*He looked offended at the mere suggestion that he would be accompanied by a creature so mundane that it didn't give off waves of its emotion from time to time.*
"But it's entirely pleasant, is it not?"
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Post by Mercutio on Oct 16, 2008 15:19:31 GMT -5
"Uh- no. I disagree most respectfully. It- you- " Mercutio looked very much as though he wanted to say something, but for some reason at the same time did not want to say it to the Marquis.
Of course HE wouldn't be affected by it, no, just me, that is just too peachy-
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Post by Marquis de Carabas on Oct 17, 2008 11:19:48 GMT -5
*The Marquis smirked.*
"Ahh, but it seems so much to like you..."
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Post by Mercutio on Oct 19, 2008 17:20:34 GMT -5
"That is very unfortunate!" Mercutio spat, giving the cat a suspicious look. "Well, de Carabas, it was entirely a pleasure to meet you. A pleasure and a stroke of luck."
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Post by Meat on Oct 22, 2008 1:42:27 GMT -5
At that moment, a manhole opened up behind the marquis, and a girl with multicolored hair and next to no clothing climbed out.
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Post by Meat on Oct 22, 2008 1:46:36 GMT -5
"Ye could tol' me ye was gonna leave me back there, ye great soddin' bastard!" she panted, flicking grime from her bustier. "Wotchoo think ye're playin' at anyway? Ye know they're lookin' for me-"
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Post by Marquis de Carabas on Oct 22, 2008 17:08:18 GMT -5
"You're still there then?" *he asked, his voice dripping with disdain and disinterest. Damn. He thought he'd lost her several tunnels back.*
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Post by Mercutio on Oct 22, 2008 21:45:45 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Mercutio's eyebrows had reached his hairline. He peered behind the Marquis to where the portal had opened in a now-blank wall, quizzical and extremely curious.
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Post by László on Jul 11, 2009 17:37:13 GMT -5
**NEW NIGHT**
Another night, another stream of faces that blurred together. Because the average person just didn't seem to have a very good imagination (same damn thing over and over again) the night slid into monotony. It was even worse than usual, as now he had a very, very different day life than he used to, and the contrast was all the sharper because of it.
But on the few occasions when something other than the usual did happen at night, it always wound up being something unpleasant, like that goddamned vampire or the incident with Ghislain. Sure, he wasn’t expecting something utterly fantastic to happen (fat chance), but at the least could he not end up with something that either stressed him out or freaked him out?
That would be nice.
It looked like maybe things weren’t going to be so boring this time, unfortunately—the current contestant, a heavily-built and burly beast of a man, was being a complete jackass. As it turned out, he was one of those assholes that didn’t think of prostitutes as people and thus, treated them accordingly.
~*~
“Are you giving me back-talk, whore?”
“Stop shoving me around! I said I’d do what you want.”
“Yeah. And if I wanna play rough, then we’ll play rough.” He grabbed the rentboy around the neck, slamming him against the nearby alley wall. “Got that, whore?”
It took László a moment to respond, trying to regain the breath that had been knocked out of him. As he spoke, he could feel a sharp pain begin to steadily develop across his shoulder blades.
“Motherfucker! Let go of m—”
The hand around his neck squeezed, literally choking him off.
“Not ‘til I get my money’s worth.”
The man pinned László to the wall with his body, smirking as the rentboy struggled weakly against him. László could be strong, but up against someone like this man he was out of his league. This did not mean that he would give up.
Shuddering as a calloused hand slid beneath his shirt, he turned his head and bit the man’s ear as hard as he could. With a howl of both pain and anger, the man let loose with a flurry of blows, hitting the rentboy repeatedly. Dazed and bleeding, László wasn’t able to fight back very well and was unable to resist when the man threw him onto the ground and started ripping at his clothes.
“No…no…NO PLEASE NO.”
Not again.
All he could do was feebly struggle against his attacker, and scream.
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Post by Louis de Pointe du Lac on Jul 11, 2009 17:49:49 GMT -5
Louis was once again out prowling the night for unsuspecting rats and chickens, when he heard an all to familiar voice, scream very loudly. The days prior's frustration, had not ebbed, so for a moment, as Louis perched at the top of the building and stared down at the disgusting act, he found himself almost uncaring as to what happened to the boy.
It wasn't as if this László would care, if he saved him, he'd probably just end up resenting him. And he'd most likely think that Louis was stalking him, which it seemed for the times they had met, to be true. But in fact Louis was trying his best to keep from running in to László,
But he couldn't look away, and that small amount of mortality that didn't let him sleep, tore at his heart like a broken violin played by an amateur. So against all his minds urgings, he climbed down the building quickly and stood behind the man.
"Pray tell me sir, what in the lords name are you doing to that rent boy?" Louis decided he was ready for anything and proceeded to bare his teeth.
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Post by László on Jul 11, 2009 17:54:34 GMT -5
The man turned from the sobbing László to glare at the vampire, not really knowing what it was that he faced.
"Slag off. You're interrupting my fun."
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