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Post by freeziepop on Dec 21, 2010 10:40:48 GMT -5
Syl sat slumped at a table, left hand resting on his bored face. He glanced around for any signs of life-- as it seemed, he was the first one to arrive.
"Some party," he exhaled, trying to soothe his nerves. Instinctively he reached into his pocket and withdrew a pokeball. "Keep me company, you whore," Syl muttered to the Pokémon that materialized.
Sen's tails thumped against the table in a huff. <Is there at least going to be fooooood?> she whined, her shrill psychic voice like a nailgun in his mind. Syl rubbed his temples, eyes squeezed shut.
"I don't know you fatty, why don't you go and see?" he snapped. Some company she was.
Sen is foraging for food
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Post by Yvon on Dec 21, 2010 11:47:32 GMT -5
Different to Syl, Silva was enjoying himself very much. He felt right at home in the luxurious environment. He had even decided to wear slippers. A rare occasion for the gypsy, who usually danced barefoot. His costume was a dark red robe, flowing and elegant. No one was forcing him into a tight tuxedo! Topping it with a red feline mask, he was a devious appearance. A black wig finished the whole. It was impossible to tell his gender, let alone it was him. A smirk crept over his lips as his darling Chatot landed on his shoulder. That was one bird who didn't need a costume. She was colorful enough as it was.
Swaying his hips to the music, Silva twirled around on the dance floor. Chatot flew up and circled him, tweeting happily to the music. After a few minutes of dancing, Silva sat down at the table beside Syl. He gave the other a sideways glance, batting his eyelashes.
"Enjoying yourself?" He asked with a sweet smile.
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Post by freeziepop on Dec 21, 2010 11:55:47 GMT -5
SYL - MASKSyl glanced at the intruder through his single goggle, mask obscuring his face almost entirely. "Oh yes," he said lifelessly, "this party is so great I could just die." He sighed again. What was the point of all this? Sen flew over, alighting on the table with a mouthfull of cookies. < I found some food!> she smacked Syl's hand with one of her tails, and then turned to Silva. < Hi! That's such a pretty costume you're wearing~! Don't mind my grumpy trainer, he's... well, he's...> she made a face, wrinkling up her delicate features. Syl ignored her. He stood, extending a hand toward Silva. "Dance with me," it was less of a question and more of an order.
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Post by miki135 on Dec 21, 2010 12:02:51 GMT -5
Darla wasn't the best party animal, she knew that. She knew that this party was fancier than she was used to. Heck; she never really went to parties. At least, that she could remember. But no one could tell who she was, so she figured that she should enjoy the moment.
She went to look for a little snack, just something small, maybe a small pretzel or something. But what she hadn't expected was a pink Pokémon her father had told her of when she was little. "Uh... Hello?" Darla stuttered, dropping her unopened can of Mountain Dew on the floor.
Picking the can up again and putting it back on the table so she wouldn't have to open it, Darla noticed a man with bright red hair sitting looking bored. Was he... the Mesprit's trainer? No way. "Uh... Sir? Is this yours?" She gestured to the Pokémon near her.
That wasn't something that happened everyday.
Darla noticed the other man then, realizing the situation was getting a little weird for her now. For one, there was a Mespirit eating cookies, and now there would be some homosexual dancing. Oh boy.
Sighing, she looked to Mespirit again. "Am I the only normal one here?"
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Post by freeziepop on Dec 21, 2010 12:10:27 GMT -5
He was waiting for an answer. The story of his life. Syl turned his attention to the new girl. "Unfortunately," he muttered, tugging on one of Sen's tails with his free hand.
She shot him a nasty glare. <You probably are the normal one here> Sen sent her chiding thought only to Darla; the others were oblivious. <You know, besides me. So, are you a trainer?> she was used to Syl, so landing on the girl's shoulder produced a complete different set of emotions and feelings, it was almost overwhelming to Sen. She blinked twice, and shook her head. <I have to apologize for his behavior right now, whatever he may say he doesn't mean it. He probably won't remember anything tomorrow anyway.>
She grinned, and produced a cookie from midair. <Do you want one? They're chocolate chip~!> Sen shoveled the cookie into her mouth, and produced another to offer to Darla.
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Post by Yvon on Dec 21, 2010 12:48:54 GMT -5
"Ooh...it talks...fascinating" Silva said in a bubbly fashion. Chatot ruffled her feathers and screetched a "Hello. Hello!" back in human voice, proving she too, could do that. Not as subtle.
Silva curiously eyed Syl. What a handsome man. A rather tasteless mask over a beautifully tailored suit, but alas, can't have everything! He smiled and nodded. "Oh yes, lets dance." He mused, getting up instantly. He would have to be six feet under to refuse an offer to dance. And especially with such a dashing longhaired redhead. He pocketed the fan and held out a red gloved hand to Syl, playing the typical sweet lady role. Oh, such fun!
Chatot leaped from Silva's shoulder and pecked gently at the chocolate chip cookie. >Ah, screw the diet.< She tittered.
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Post by freeziepop on Dec 21, 2010 12:59:30 GMT -5
Syl allowed himself to smile, letting go for just a moment. "It's a beautiful ball," he said, leading with his hands entwined with Silva's. "I'd forgotten how lovely these things could be."
Was it real? Was he actually enjoying himself? He didn't know. He felt a pang in his chest, and assumed he was having a heart attack and ignored it. Syl continued to dance, putting on a serious face as the song changed to a waltz. "These are my favorite," he murmured, mask brushing against Silva's cheek as his pace slowed.
Sen grinned. <COOKIE~! she broke a piece off and handed it to the Chatot, glad to share her spoils. <There are lots more! The humans are totally hogging the food but there's a huge spread over there!> her tails went rigid, pointing in the direction of the buffet. Already, people were starting to gather, scooping up food as fast as it was being put out.
<Oh no! I was going to get some potatoes!> Sen shrieked, flying over to the buffet table and cutting in front of a random trainer.
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Post by miki135 on Dec 21, 2010 13:10:16 GMT -5
Darla felt a little awkward. She was talking to Mespririt, for heavens sake. She accepted the cookie, and nibbled at it, smiling. Was the Mespirit... Really on her shoulder? This is something else... The thought was almost spoken outloud, but she didn't.
The Chatot appeared, and Darla watched it take a cookie. But then Sen raced off, fearing for the life of potatoes. Letting out a laugh, Darla watched the trainer grasp a look of surprise.
She looked to the Chatot again. "Bored?" She had only assumed. Pokemon didn't tend to want to dance with two special trainers.
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Post by Yvon on Dec 21, 2010 14:13:54 GMT -5
Why, this darling lad was a fine dancer too. What fun! Silva twirled like a flarestorm in his red robes. A smile from ear to ear, his blue eyes twinkled at Syl. His chest pressed against the others a moment, before the music spurred them on.
"I'm more of a folk dancer, but these are fun. Especially if you have a nice dance partner~" He complimented the other.
::Chatot:: Chatot gave Darla a shrug before cleaning her feathers. She spread her wings at the lady. She was far more interesting than silly Mesprit. "Bored. Bored." Chatot chattered in a sing-song voice.
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Post by freeziepop on Dec 21, 2010 21:23:17 GMT -5
Syl grinned, instinctively snaking his arm around Silva's waist. "It's been so long since I've had a decent partner. You dance wonderfully. I usually end up doing the funky chicken with whatever drunk tramps are still awake at the end of the night," he hadn't meant it to be a joke, but laughed anyway.
He continued to dance as the band changed songs, and he was suddenly struck with a wave of nostalgia. It felt like prom, only this time there weren't ugly streamers everywhere, and nobody'd yet spiked the punch.
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Post by miki135 on Dec 22, 2010 23:26:25 GMT -5
Darla nodded to the seemingly uninterested bird. "Aren't we all?" Straightening herself, the female nodded once more in a farewell gesture. She only flashed a quick glance in the direction of the two men, who seemed to be enjoying themselves a bit too much. "Bye bye." Darla flattened her clothes before moving on. Maybe she would find a girl she would talk to or something. Darla has left.
-Forgive my muse.-
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Post by Yvon on Dec 23, 2010 10:52:21 GMT -5
::Chatot:: Chatot found herself a bit bummed to have the other leave. Now she was left with that scourging beast of a Mesprit. Chatot was sure that by the end of the evening, Sen wouldn't be able to fly anymore, weighted down by all the cookies and whatnot.
Silva hadn't realized Darla leaving, or his pokemon's complained. He was quite lost in the others eyes. In the flow of the music and the movement of their feet on the dance floor. Silva wrapped a lock of the others hair around his gloved finger and smirked. "Oh, but I'm not drunk." He played back at the other. He was, however, in most every sense of the word, a tramp. It was in his blood to travel. His family had done it for generations, and he too now carried on with it. The costume rented, mask and wig rented, he owned nothing but simple clothes, pokemon and music. And his dashingly good looks. He snickered as he considered that, tilting his head to Syl.
This other intrigued him to no end. Something told him this was a man of power and influence. The way he held himself, the way he had so casually ordered Silva to a dance. Silva wondered if he had seen this man before...but with the mask, it was quite impossible. If not for the other to spot him.
"So, what may I call this dashing lord of the dance?" He inquired.
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Post by freeziepop on Dec 23, 2010 16:50:13 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,485][atrb=background,http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u247/reesix/vaaa/vintage-scarlet.gif][atrb=cellpadding,15px,true] night by night Maybe it was the atmosphere of musty ship smell and lingering cigarette smoke, but Syl was starting to enjoy himself. He held Silva just a little tighter, allowing his fingers to roam his waist as they pleased. "Most people call me Our Personal Lord and Savior, but you can call me whatever you like gorgeous. Although if you really want to get formal, you can just call me God," he teased. How modest.
His face moved closer to Silva's, trying to determine just who was under the mask. It couldn't be Blaze, although the very thought that it could have been made Syl's ass clench. There was only one way to know for sure.
Face darted closer as Syl closed the gap between them, kissing him hard and fast. He was overwhelmed by the sparks and Silva's scent and he didn't want it to end.
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Post by Yvon on Dec 23, 2010 17:05:42 GMT -5
Silva giggled. Oh really now? What a joker. "Well, thats just who I wa-" The rest of his words were lost in the sudden kiss. Silva's eyes widened. Well, there went foreplay, teasing and flirting. He squeezed the others rear as he returned the kiss, his tongue ticking against the others in a playful manner.
Love, sex, games...it was all the same. Pushing his chest against the others, he ran a finger along the others jawline, outing a content little "Mmm.."
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Post by freeziepop on Dec 23, 2010 18:59:58 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,485][atrb=background,http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u247/reesix/vaaa/vintage-scarlet.gif][atrb=cellpadding,15px,true] night by night As he felt Silva's tongue, Blaze was no longer a concern. Eyes fluttered shut, it felt like a dream. How long had it been since he'd kissed anybody for real? Weeks, probably. It was hard to remember anything with Team Death always painted across the background of his life. Something had to give, and it had to be soon.
Syl broke the kiss, feeling a familiar tightness in his pants. "What a little siren you are," he murmured breathlessly, lips brushing against Silva's ear. Hands roamed lower, exploring his backside.
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Post by Yvon on Dec 23, 2010 19:10:56 GMT -5
Oh, what a tease he was. As his chest rubbed against the others, it must have made it quite clear there were no breasts. His hips were not wavy and round like a females. And his voice had become a bit lower. He didn't want to scare the other away if he was still having an expectation of him being female. He'd had that before. It had been...painful.
Silva took the time to lick his lips, then pouted them into thick, pink mellow sadness. "And you haven't even heard me sing yet, your highness." He whined. Then he fell into a broad, dashing smile. "So, the siren who could charm the gods. What a fascinating story. It would make a good song." Silva decided, considering whether or not he wanted to dance more, or go private. He cast the other a devious, sideways glance, as if bouncing the question off to him.
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Post by freeziepop on Dec 30, 2010 12:49:58 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,485][atrb=background,http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u247/reesix/vaaa/vintage-scarlet.gif][atrb=cellpadding,15px,true] night by night Mask had been hanging lopsided, the straps undone, allowing for easy access to the mouth. It came with one drawback, however. As Syl shuddered, feeling Silva's body on his, he could feel it slipping, barely hanging on.
He tensed. There had been wanted posters on the boardwalk, and specific orders to deal with Team Death by any means necessary. His cheesy, drunken wanted poster that he was so proud of, going to tell his kids about someday, used it to pick up floozies with now threatened to ruin his evening. Blaze would be so pleased.
"Why don't you write one, then," Syl's lips graced Silva's, lingering for a moment before he added, "and I hope that song comes with a dance, clothing optional of course."
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Post by Yvon on Jan 1, 2011 8:46:23 GMT -5
"Don't you worry there my honey We might not have any money But we've got our love to pay the bills" Silva smiled gently at the other, laying his head gently on the others shoulder while they swayed to the positive music. He knew the next lines and whispered them along. AH, how fitting. "Maybe I think you're cute and funny Maybe I wanna do want bunnies do with you if you know what I mean" Silva did not seem to realize the others true identity. Perhaps he knew, but did not care. Perhaps he was a fool. But truth being, he enjoyed this moment far too much to think about anything of the outside world. "Oh lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants From way up there, you and I, you and I" Silva smiled gently. "Clothing optional." He tittered lightly, stroking his cheek against the others, smelling the deep red hair and skin. If anything, he might be able to sniff that scent again, without a mask. "I'm sure a god like you has a beautiful suite. It's a little too crowded here." Silva whispered in the others ear, not being able to resist nibbling gently on the lobe. [/blockquote]
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Post by freeziepop on Jan 8, 2011 14:45:43 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,485][atrb=background,http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u247/reesix/vaaa/vintage-scarlet.gif][atrb=cellpadding,15px,true] night by night It was tempting. A little too tempting. Syl hesitated-- this was his libido, his reputation, his entire reason for existing on the line. He couldn't believe the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
"I have a meeting in five minutes," he muttered, a hint of anger mixing with the deep tones of his voice. "If I'm late again, I'm afraid I might be dealing with a corporate mutiny," Syl sighed softly, breath hot on Silva's face. "However, I'd like to see you again. Perhaps a little less... dressed next time."
Letting go of the other man for a second, he reached into his back pocket and produced a tiny piece of paper and a pen. He scribbled down a number, and an address. "Cell phone. Home. Both are equally vacant. I'm hard to reach, but worth it."
His hand reached up, brushing Silva's cheek with the lightest of touches. "See you later, hot stuff."
Syl has left the thread
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