Pretty Little Things [Sho and Acanthus]
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				Title: <strong>Pretty Little Things [Sho and Acanthus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 03:18:35</strong>
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				Not many people knew about it, but everyone had heard whispers about it. It was the hottest place to be spotted on a Friday or Saturday (or any weekday) night. It was at the end of a hallway, a hallway of private clubs, but this was the only one with conspicuous bouncers set up outside.<br><br>Stars came and went, their privacy protected, all of them liking to play with the pretty and the dangerous boys and girls that the two club owners had gathered.<br><br>Oh, but the club owners themselves were enough to draw a crowd.<br><br>They were celebrities in their own rights, some of the first in the world to try genetically modifying themselves, or 'splicing' themselves, as it was called. They'd opened their club - all private booths, loud music, and good liquor - to fund their habit of touching up their genes.<br><br>Avi bounced around the club, checking up on patrons, generally making himself known. He was bubbly and smart, with a mouth that he tended to shoot off sometimes. It had helped them rise through the ranks on television talk shows until they became celebrities themselves, already ripe with modeling contracts. Avi had soft gold waves falling around a cherubic face, and at twenty years old he looked just barely sixteen, with rosy cheeks and plush lips and pale, pale skin. His eyes were drowningly dark pools of blue, fringed by thick black lashes, and he looked like a little doll, which was only augmented by his creamy, long legs and the fluffy white tail flicking lazily through the air. He had two little white ears poking out the top of his head, fluffy as well, and when in a bad mood they would press back against his head. His canines had become a bit more elongated as well, but it wasn't entirely noticeable. To celebrate the evening he had on tiny black leather shorts, thigh-high leather boots, and a white button-down that was hanging open. He looked, for all intensive purposes, like a jailbait whore as he took a cold, clear shot of vodka a patron bought for him, laughing all the while.<br><br>Sable, meanwhile, was quiet. He lingered by the bar, dressed in sleek black jeans and a black shirt, a rosary hanging from his neck - though it seemed to be more of a fashion statement than anything - a few rings on his fingers. His dark hair was pushed back from his face, falling around his jaw in a modern, masculine cut, pushed out of his eyes. His eyes were long, almond-shaped, a few shimmering emerald scales glittering darkly along the bottom of his lashline, framing his incredible black eyes. He was half-Chinese, or so the rumors said, and plenty of girls and boys tried their hand at getting with him. He was the muscle (and often the brains) behind the operation, though Avi had Sable wrapped around his tiny little pinky. <br><br>Sable's scales, along his arms, were hidden, though the occasional flicker of a tongue tasting the air showed that he'd blended himself with a predatory reptile of some sort, the bone structure of his face seeming to hint at it as well, with high, narrow cheekbones that made him look all the more serpentine, and vertically rather than horizontally-slitted pupils. His fangs, though, were spectacular - long and curved and ivory, they held the promise of pain and pleasure. Too bad Avi tended not to like sharing his business partner.<br><br>The club was hopping that night - patrons lounged with various boys and girls on their laps, many of them spliced as well. Sable wondered if he'd get any new recruits in that night. Avi didn't seem to care - it was a Friday, and, in his mind, it was entirely his right to drink the liquor in the bar since he'd bought it. He grinned, turning to the people around him, "Come on, lighten up! No one will see you. Tonight's a night to let yourself go...let <em>us</em> provide the show!" Boys and girls seemed to saunter out of nowhere, then, all ears and tails and scales, draping themselves about the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pretty Little Things [Sho and Acanthus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acanthus</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 22:52:46</strong>
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				Enticed by popularity, proximity of flesh, and the usual sin that wakes so warmly in the weekends, Zacharias enthralled himself in the scene in his normal, dark-flavored flamboyant fashion. This of course after the scene already busted into action, which only moved him to strut his way into the picture with his slick, lean and somewhat taller frame, the mixture of silver and black slacked down either cheek. As the crowd moved about, the interactive play, chatter, and the usual appliances of what an actual club was to be, Zack spent very little time in one particular place. Those that enjoyed his company the post attempted to follow, keep track, talk, flirt, and whatever it was that they wanted. All of that ended as he reached the bar, however, careful to keep the small wings on his back from fluttering into a mess, keeping the almost metallic silver-hues of his skimming down those that also sat at the bar.<br><br>&nbsp;It was not until recently, six days at the most, after the modifications (which consisted of hawk similarities), that he became publicly active and interactive. Tonight was different however, in which he decided to change the simplicity of his routines into something much more refined than the bore of the world he had been subjected to on the bases of the concept of normal. More importantly, at least for tonight, he wanted to speak to one of the club host. It was a busy crowd, so searching through the swarm of animalistic groups brought some odd form of intimidation, more so since he felt he stuck out much more than some of the others with his odd feathered self. <br><br>“Have to say, the gray wings and the hair style suits you well,” an unfamiliar voice mused somewhere behind him. Swiping the empty shot-glass into his pale, smooth hands, he turned and smiled at a short, red-haired woman with what seemed to be that of canine origins. Without brushing the hair from his cheeks, he skimmed her from head-to-toe, moving back to her eyes directly after. “Thank you, I thought it was a nice touch, but the hair is natural.” <br><br>“Ah, well, those eyes make the look even better. Would you like to dance?”<br><br>“Nah, looking for someone, thanks though!”<br><br>Once she shrugged and walked away, he sighed with regret. In the end it may have been much easier to simply go back into the crowd. It was obvious that most liked his company, perhaps due to the wings, eyes, or the hair. “Oh well,” he mused to himself, a smile finally returning to those soft cheeks of his. “It is best to get back in there.”<br><br><br><br>(Very poor quality on my part, wasn't exactly sure how to enter the scene. I also know there was a particular lack of interaction, too, which may hinder responses. If you have anything you want me to change, tell me. As for my character, I know the detail did not come as I had wished it to, but he is a bit more sharp-featured than I described him to be. Eyes like a hawk, literally, and what-not.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pretty Little Things [Sho and Acanthus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 00:35:28</strong>
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				Apparently there was an avian-modified person here. They weren't terribly common, and the second the whispers hit Avi, he was out of his chair (and his patron's lap) like a bolt of fluffy lightning. He wanted to check them out for himself - he'd just lost his latest prostitute (the boy had been proposed to by his patron) and that was the last of the winged beauties he'd had. Maybe he could entice this one into working part-time? He rocked forwards on his heels, quick, silent.<br><br>His movements were soft and practiced, graceful, stealthy. The cat DNA had stuck with him in his mannerisms as well as his movements, as though he'd literally been rebuilt from the inside out. His pale eyes scanned over the crowd until he saw someone lingering by the bar with small wings.<br><br>Ooh, how lovely.<br><br>A hawk, it seemed - Sable was staring at the man too, as he wiped down a glass. Avi slid up behind Sable, wrapping around the taller, lean body, pressing up against his front and squeezing himself under Sable's arms as he wiped off the glass. <br><br>Sable laughed softly, ruffling the soft little ears Avi had, and then turned back to the glasses. "Go talk to him, then," he mumbled in the little cat's ear, scooting him away from his body. Avi frowned slightly, "You're no fun. You never touch me," he added with a high, playful laugh. Sable shook his head, smirking slightly as he wiped a few more shotglasses down and then tossed a few lemondrops down the bar to some patrons.<br><br>Avi stalked through the crowd, tail flicking back and forth, sliding up to Zacharias. "Hey there," he said, long legs barely encased in the tiny leather shorts, "Welcome to our club. I'm Avi. You here with someone?"<br><br><br>[Don't worry about it. I loved your post! Sorry mine is a bit shorter.]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pretty Little Things [Sho and Acanthus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acanthus</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 19:23:22</strong>
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				Shadows danced across the walls, twirling in the motion of the rhythmic bases thumping through the walls, floor, ceiling and the air, molding each frame upon one another in the exotic fashion of replacing morality with physical lust. Strangers familiarized themselves with the process, with the fun, accepting what is not seen as a mystery to drive their sexualities and to daunt their own insecurities. Zach knew the process well, he had thrown himself in them once before, but lost the battle of desire, which perhaps is the reason he is here tonight. It was a mystery that held his silence durable, but it thinned more and more each passing moment that smiles flashed his way, but the haunting silver eyes of his never skipped a beat as they skimmed across the tangling masses. A habit of his, no doubt, but a habit that he has accepted countless times over: it was the desire to play, deviously if so, to seduce and to manipulate in any possible way… but, as the game of seduction is played by all, by all are manipulated and seduced by themselves. <br><br>His attention was torn away as another popped up beside him, a feline-feathered person that took no more than a few seconds to recognize. His expression turned from stilled, mysterious, and silent to a smile he simply could not suppress beneath the strands of his long, silver and black hair that he quickly brushed behind his ear. <br><br>“Avi,” he straightened, voice a bit light, but overall very clear, “I’m Zacharias; and, um, no,” he chuckled, “I’m not here with anyone. I heard this was the place to be, so here I am.” At some point in time, he found himself skimming across Avi’s frame as well, noticing the small leather shorts and the overall attractive scent of liveliness that pulsed through the way he spoke, but he quickly returned his eyes to Avi.&nbsp; “By the looks of it, no doubt I’ll be around more often.” He finished with a smile, but smiles never seemed to fit him all that well, mainly due to the fact, until now, he had nothing to really smile for. A fact he hoped would turn a new favor sometime in the near future. <br><br>(Again, poor quality on my end, more so with the character output. I did add more implication on his attitude however, to show him a history with others as to add a bit more confliction to his overall development. I’ll smooth stuff out soon, promise!)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pretty Little Things [Sho and Acanthus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 21:37:54</strong>
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				Avi grinned and eyed the other man, looking him up and down, the crowds carefully making sure not to bump into Avi. They avoided him with the sort of respect reserved for the owners of the club, careful not to jostle them too much. He smirked as the other man smiled at him, watching as Zacharias' eyes slid over his body, over his pale thighs, over almost every inch of skin revealed by the minimal shorts. <br><br>"Ooh, but it is - it certainly is the place to be. All the celebrities are creeping out of their little caves and coming out tonight." <br><br>Avi's smile was playful, toying, looking him up and down. "And now...why aren't you here with anyone? Are you maybe looking for a job?" <br><br>He looked him up and down, "We don't have any avians working with us anymore...we could always use another."<br><br>A famous politician had slid in and was chatting with a cute, small, doggish girl. Her tail was waving, and she was making hte man quite happy, apparently. Tons of famous people were already muddling about, the music perfect for the mood, sultry and tempting. Avi tilted his head back momentarily, mostly so he could look up at the other man, wondering what he wanted. A job? Fun? Sex? Something more? People came here for so many reasons, but all of it usually came down to wanting to fit in somewhere. <br><br>He wondered what Zacharias' reason was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pretty Little Things [Sho and Acanthus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acanthus</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 00:08:51</strong>
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				A slight hesitation fumbled in his throat. All at once he had been confronted with the realization he had no actual business to consider here, nothing other than to break away? He smiled at this. A job would be nice, but perhaps it wasn’t his role. He wanted some fun, some measure of confliction, but now all he wanted to do was find some mental harmony in physical release. <br><br>His eyes sharpened once more, focused more on Avi, but still slipping down a bit as he spoke. “I normally don’t have company, so I venture off at times to find company for the night, if you know what I mean… as for the job position, it may work well with me and my new abundance of time laid on me.” His words swayed from the tenderness of his lips, the confident facial expression, almost as if he were caught somewhere between right and wrong; too quick to be seen as hesitant as he was at times, but with the numerous beauties around him—and in front of him—those personal impasses partially melted away. <br><br>His attention faltered a bit as another fellow entered the scene, but only for a moment before his eyes drew back to Avi’s. A slight chuckle broke from him then, all at once, “I think too much, Avi… sex would be damn good about now,” he laughed as the strands of hair fell back into his face, almost naturally in reaction. “What about you? What do you look for in an employee? Or, guest for that matter?”<br>
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