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Post by Chelsea Wolfe on May 17, 2018 18:09:57 GMT -5
精神病の愛 You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS 320 NOTES for clarification: she is bumping into either spade or zombie | A swirl of ecstasy and dread mixed within her body, filling her brain with an endless stream of thoughts and images; some were good, while others were horrifying to even think about. As much as it pained her to admit it, it had been a good few years since her last actual party, so this was a terribly daunting experience for her. Of course she couldn’t show this. That would reveal weakness, and well, that wasn’t something Chelsea was too fond of. Her mother would always warned her of the dangers of revealing one's weaknesses in front of others, recounting the legendary tale of how she lost everything because of it. How her best friend took everything because of it. Squeezing her eyes shut, the blonde stood there, humming silently in the elevator, preparing herself for the worse. I wonder if I’ll bump into Frederick, she thought to herself, a small smile creeping across her face accompanied by a deep blush. What would he think of her? Would he think of her as beautiful? Sexy? Wearing a long scarlet red dress with classy ruffles at the end, the girl had decided to match it with a pair of black stilettos and a simple red mask with a thick black outline, hoping deep down that it'll be enough to impress the god himself. Even her hair was different - it was no longer held up by two casual pigtails, rather, she had chosen to go through the pain of sporting a cute side braid.
Ding! The metallic doors slowly slid open, revealing the most terrifying yet memorizing sight possible. The entire room sparkled with elegance, encompassing an array of hues that ranged from cherry blossom pink to deep Sapphire blue. The blonde took a step forward, letting the swirl of dazzling colors sink deep within skin. The real kicker, however, were the guests themselves. Most of the men wore some kind of dashing suit, while the women all opted for the most appealing dresses possible. The sheer sight of them mingling among themselves was enough to completely shred whatever shrivel of confidence she felt moments ago. How could she, some nobody coordinator, even compare with these sophisticated women? These negative thoughts continued to pile on top of her, bearing their fangs at her withering self esteem. It wasn’t until she felt herself collide with pair of bodies that she finally snapped out of it. “Oh, I’m sorry about that,” She apologized with a sweet smile, “wasn’t really looking.”
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Post by Vash Parker on May 17, 2018 21:10:05 GMT -5
★ I've got that lightnin' inside me.  Parties, it had been a long time since Vash had even considered going to one. He was used to them thanks to his parents being a predominant family. Though even then he didn't care for them much. As far as he was concerned most the people in these events were posers. Still, he was representing the Parker family so he had to put on some airs himself.
His outfit was a nice black suit with a red undershirt. A golden tie to match his golden brown eyes and black dance shoes tied it all together. His hair was tied up into a bun and covering his face was a mask that looks like a Beautifly's wings.
It seemed the drama was already happening around here as another man got on stage to ask about getting the event started. A missing researcher and the presenter of tonight. Someone was getting anxious for something to happen and no doubt the rest of the crowd would soon follow. Especially since it would liven up the party.
"It may be polite for the host to be on time. However, it is also polite for their guests to remain civil. Perhaps since the main attraction is not here yet we can make our own event to pass the time," Vash spoke up from his position on the floor. He wasn't too keen to follow the other two floors example. Too mainstream as some might say.
"How about a dance contest or would you like to suggest something Sir," Vash motioned to the man asking about the event. He wasn't shy about dancing even with other men. Which now that he looked around there were several more than women. Not that he minded since he swung both ways.
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Post by Kyle Lee on May 17, 2018 22:32:07 GMT -5
[googlefont=Roboto Condensed] He waited for him to respond, a neutral expression on his face suggesting neither contempt nor approval. The assistant has not even answered his question when someone else got in and shared his own speculations to Kyle. He supposed he can't fault him when he himself had done the same just now. "Confess his... oh, is that it?" Kyle had totally gotten the wrong idea, getting easily influenced by the idea that Zeref had put into his head. He took a swig of his drink before facing the assistant. "I guess that's fine. You have my support, bro." He didn't like wasting a good portion of the event just for the sake of confessing one's love though, since he practically doesn't care about them outside of holding the event. Regardless, he wouldn't oppose it either since he doesn't even have a good reason to do so. A voice from behind got Kyle to turn his head violently. "Huh?!" Seeing as the man who spoke has this sort of dignified aura in him, it got Kyle to recall that he was in a formal event and eventually calmed down to an appropriate level. "That sounds... alright, I guess." He didn't have a definite plan on mind seeing as the suggestion basically hasn't crossed his mind at all. Kyle came here thinking it would be fun and that he'd get free food, though nothing was going as he expected it to be yet. "We can play something like Mario Kart with all these monitors here, I suppose." He turned back to the professor's assistant, despite how he busied himself with work. "Hey, do you have controllers?"Tag: @event // Wordcount: ##
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Post by ATTICUS on May 18, 2018 17:49:35 GMT -5
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Spade didn't know whether he lucked out with all these Virus members appearing one by one, or if he would have been better off on Floor Two. It's not that he had a problem with Virus members, he just hated the possibility of them spying on him and relaying what he did to the higher ups. He liked his privacy, and despite being a Grunt, he enjoyed his freedom and didn't want that to be impeded on. Regardless, every one he temporarily locked eyes with he met them with a swift nod of the head to acknowledge their presence. Otherwise, his attention shifted to Zombie and searching around the room for any type of potential fun. So far it seemed he was stuck on the floor with the worst host, and the most amount of men he'd seen gathered in one area. He needed a drink, and quickly. However, just as he was going to search for one, someone bumped into him.
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...I might have actually lucked out on second thought... He turned around to see the blonde girl retain her balance, and catch her sweet smile while she apologized. "You're fine, don't worry about it. Though, since you're here now, you might as well stay for a bit. My name's Spade, what's yours?" He asked her, his hazel eyes found her eyes behind the mask she sported instantly. She was wearing a red dress, and sported a cute hair-do. Red was the color of love, lust, passion, and it inspired those same feelings in those that bore witness to it's color. it was such a weird thing how the brain reacted to certain colors, and the red dress just went extremely well with her blonde hair and green eyes.
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"You look really good in red. It's a shame we have to wear masks throughout the night though." The mask added a mysterious element to everyone's appearance, and it certainly looked good on her, but he hoped to see her face by the end of the night. For now, he'd settle for her green eyes as they really stood out to him. Despite the luck he had in meeting her, he had a bad feeling about the rest of the night. Not in terms of how their interaction would go, but he felt as if there were something brewing in the background. When there were this many Team Virus members in one area, things never went well.
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Post by Chelsea Wolfe on May 19, 2018 0:45:32 GMT -5
精神病の愛 You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS 330 NOTES | She took a step back, politely waiting for the man to respond to her crude actions. If it weren't for the fact that she was there, at this fancy ass event, where the strongest trainers are given the ability to congregate and mingle with one another about this upcoming gadget they're presenting, she would've had been halfway out the door by the time the man turned around to lash out at her. That was...until she saw him. He was, as Chelsea likes to put it, h o t. From his beautifully crafted hazel orbs to his mysterious raven hair, the man was the exact manifestation of who she was hoping to bump into today. Spade? Odd, but fitting in some strange way. It was almost as if any other name wouldn't have done his character justice. "Chelsea Wolfe," She answered, her eyes dazzling with interest, "So what brings you here? Wait, no, let me guess." Chelsea paused for a moment, gazing up at the sky, searching for an answer that was never coming. "...trainer?" Her previous sweet smile had now transformed into a playful grin, washing away all the previous emotions that had been bringing her down moments ago.
A small blush erupted across her cheeks, coating them in a soft shade of pink. Thank god for masks. "I kinda like them. It makes me feel...mysterious." Though, she wouldn't object to a little face reveal at the end. It would make for a great blog entry - something that'll have her readers screeching by the end of it. She could see it now: the most handsome men hide behind a mask. It would instantly become one of the biggest hits to date, possibly topping her exchange with Frederick. "How about we agree to take them off by the end of the night? It could be our own main event," Chelsea suggested, her right eyebrow arching slightly.
Maybe tonight won't be as bad as she thought.
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Post by Gabrielle Ryder on May 19, 2018 22:12:24 GMT -5
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Post by Ares Caelan on May 20, 2018 9:18:11 GMT -5
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How the young man was invited to the event was unknown and truly at this point in time it was trivial to even want to find the reasoning behind it.
Being inside the elevator was a brief moment in retrospect of what the remainder of the night could most definitely be. Ding. The sound that indicated that he had reached his destination. The 3rd Floor. Upon walking out of the solid steel contraption, Ares' immediately noticed that their was a fair few people. Needless to say he was here, and was pretty sure he'd find out why as the night progressed.
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Post by Vix Reylock on May 20, 2018 21:52:06 GMT -5
Vix grabbed another glass of bubbly from one of the waiter's trays and downed it, letting the bubbles singe the back of his throat. This idle conversation was like background noise. Like elevator music in word form. But this is what he had to get used to. He noticed something. The number of people on this floor had increased substantially in minutes. Vix's eyes glazed around the room. "So you notice it. Good. Take a look at the people here." Kirk said to him through his earpiece. Vix looked at each individual person, his eyes hovering on someone for a few seconds before moving on. There were some people here who just didn't seem to fit just as much as he didn't. Whether it was from behaviour, body language or looks, they were out of place among this pomp.
What Vix noticed most of all were the eyes. There were a few cold. Vix had noticed that it was an important part of body language to show how engaged you were with the social setting and your partners by showing the appropriate body language. A big part of that were the eyes. Soft, smiley eyes showed you were responding to the room's atmosphere. There was a lack of these eyes in this room. Once Vix had noticed it, it was hard to ignore. Something was off here. Should he... Investigate? "So, what have you been up to recently?" Vix uttered with confidence, but then realised that his question didn't really have a target. There was an attempt, just not a very good one.
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Post by Vash Parker on May 20, 2018 22:32:45 GMT -5
★ I've got that lightnin' inside me. Vash just had to sigh at the young man. Though he himself probably wasn't much older if at all. Still, a person with some common sense should be able to tell that the assistant hadn't been planning on video games. So controllers let alone the game itself was a no go.
"Karaoke would be better. Something everyone can get in on,"Vash responded shooting down his idea. "Not to mention the microphone and music should be at the ready."
With that Vash was content to leave them alone. The poor assistant was being badgered enough already. Hopefully, his suggestion would buy the guy more time.
Now for the free bar. Vash motioned to the waiter asking for bourbon. His eyes glancing over at the other residents of the counter. A woman who downed her drink much too quickly caught his eye a moment. A rough night for her he was sure. He pondered approaching but wasn't sure if she'd want the company. So he let his eyes stray again this time noticing something deeply out of place.
A kimono in a place of suits and dresses. Let alone the startling purple eyes and hair that seemed to fade to red in certain places. Exotic would be the word for it.
A part of him thought he may have seen such hair on TV before. Though it was a faint feeling since he was sure he didn't know who it was either way. Noticing and knowing were two different things.
For Vash, the bright stand out garnered a better possibility of decent conversation than most of the other stone cold expressions he could see. He was sure they were a character with an outfit like that. So he downed his drink quickly bringing his lips to his teeth as he felt the burn of the alcohol then approached with the confidence befitting a man of his status.
"Pardon me, I couldn't help but see you. It is a lovely kimono you are wearing," Vash said smiling. "Vash Parker." He offered his head for a shake.
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Post by ATTICUS on May 20, 2018 23:29:33 GMT -5
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"Chelsea... Wolfe?" He repeated the name to himself in a soft tone. "I like it, hopefully you're as feisty as your last name." He teased, referencing her names similarity to wolf. Spade liked an aggressive girl, one who knew how to push the pace when the situation called for it. Time would tell if she'd fit the bill. [break][break]
"Something like that, yeah." He paused to gather his thoughts; at the same time his phone buzzed with a text message that though unbeknownst to him currently, was from Team Virus. It would have been rude for him to draw his phone out in the midst of a conversation with such a beautiful girl, so he ignored the message and continued his time with her. "I just wanted to check out what all the hype was about. At first I thought I missed out by not making it to the first floor, but if I had been there I wouldn't have ran into you. It looks like I made the right choice. What about you? A coordinator?" It might have been a lucky guess, but she dressed herself well, and seemed like she had a good sense of style, so it wasn't a guess that was too farfetched from his perspective. [break][break]
Mysterious, that's cute. He mused to himself while she spoke to him. She had a soft voice, very nice hair and pretty eyes. He could almost piece her face together with his imagination, though he'd have to wait till the end of the night to see if the missing puzzle fit. "I agree, though I hope that's only the beginning of our main event. It would be a shame for it to end just like that." A shame it would be. Seeing her face beneath the mask would only fuel him further. If she was willing, the night would only begin after their grand reveal. "Would you like to get a drink?" He asked. He wasn't sure what the protocol was, but everyone around him had a cup of something, and it damn sure wasn't juice. The night was going to drag, especially with the kind of host floor three had. It would be a good thing for the two to go and do their own thing.
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Post by COMET on May 21, 2018 13:12:03 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","Vgentempbox"] [attr="class","Vgentemptitle"]event 001. third floor [attr="class","Vgentempdiv"]  [break][break]  "A-Ah!?" With the sudden arrival of a newcomer, the Professor had grown even more flustered then before. Unable to answer Kyle Lee 's first question due to the sudden bombardment of Zeref Sanders 's. He quickly closed his laptop, standing with a look of annoyance. "I-I don't think that my relationship with the Professor is a-any of your concern, sir! Please stop this badgering." Fixing the glasses that were once crooked on his face. He'd release a jolting gasp at Kyle Lee 's question on whether he had controllers or not to play a video game. "N-No! This is an event for guest, dagnabit!"[break][break] This was beginning to overwhelm the poor individual. With all of these quirky personalities and what have you, how could anyone function properly while doing their work at the same time? So with a deep intake of air, he'd say, "I-If you'e all done here, pleas--" Suddenly the sound of a beeper began to go off. It was a text message, and as he read it he'd realize that he had no choice. "Oh no, just my luck! The Professor wants me to start the event in her stead." A palm to the face, the individual was now at his wits end. But he was used to it by now, Professor Madeline was never good with showing up on time. [break][break] And so, shifting his head toward Zeref Sanders , Kyle Lee , Vash Parker , and the many other patrons. The Professor's Assistant would say the next, "If you would all be so kind as to take yourselves off of the stage, I-I have to start..." A shifted look of worry dawned his face, narrowed auburn hues burned with sadness, "...I have to start the presentation as it would seem." Turning back to Zeref Sanders , he'd add, "Thomas." The Professor's Assistant called out to Zeref Sanders . "My name is Thomas Machiavelli." The male spoke. And with the raise of his right hand he'd have security escort the individuals surrounding him off of the stage.[break][break] With a mic being given to him and a podium brought forth. He'd place the earpiece onto his right, a clearance of his throat was loud enough to be heard for all within the room to hear. "If you would all be so kind as to quiet down, we will be starting soon. So please gather your drinks, make yourselves comfortable." Thomas softly spoke, "W-We will be starting very soon." It was almost time. [attr="class","Vgentempheader"]EVENT MODERATION NOTE(S) - CURRENT MUSIC BEING PLAYED: [ CLICK ME ]
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Post by Zeref Sanders on May 21, 2018 13:43:07 GMT -5
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THERE'S FEAR IN THE EYES
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OF ALL OF YOU THAT BELIEVE THAT YOU'RE RIGHT, AND YOU'RE RIGHT, BUT ARE YOU RIGHT?
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THE JUDGEMENT MAN HOLDS MY FATE. AS I GAZE AROUND THE ROOM, THEIR EYES ARE LIKE KNIVES: COULD DECAPITATE.
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[attr="class","frniknakmid"] Oooh so he’s one of those types how interesting however he would’ve loved to hear some advice from this guy when it comes to falling in love. Maybe he could’ve helped him out with his strange feelings for his childhood friend but it looks like that won’t be happening for quite some time. The way he reacted to Kyle made Zeref place a smirk on his face after realizing that he might’ve let out the devil out of the nerd like child. It was cute really the fact he called the Mohawk guy a dagnabit as if he was calling him bugs bunny. This guy is interesting and he needs to keep in contact with this male. Who the hell is he and what’s his love connection with the professor. [break] [break] “There we go that should do it! You don’t feel as nervous now don’t yeah? All I had to do was give you a little push and that did the trick. Just have confidence in yourself and try not to fuck up on stage. Break a leg no seriously don’t break a leg. I look forward to chatting with you again in the future and perhaps one of these days you’ll tell me the truth about those feelings of yours. It’s nice to meet you Thomas.” Zeref would wink at the feelings part but he did decide to drop it despite his curious mind wondering about the strange love connection these two have. Maybe one of these days he’ll tell him. [break] [break] Zeref made his way off stage with his Parsifal by his side. He sat down at a table with his glass ready for excitement. On the other hand though Parsifal seemed to have smelled someone familiar. The little pupper would lift up its head to see Chelsea chatting away with a male nearby. The dog wagged it’s tail but after getting a stern looks from Zeref the pupper decided to stay by its trainer’s side. Instead the pup gave a small bark towards Chelsea hoping she would catch his attention. ( Chelsea Wolfe ) [attr="class","frniknakbot"] [attr="class","frniknakbot1"] NOTES Oh Zeref you silly boy. Side note Chelsea Parsifal is asking you to join them at the table once the nerd got on the stage. [break][break]On Hand:  |  PHARAOH LEAP. [googlefont=Raleway:300,400,700,800] [googlefont=Roboto:400,700] [googlefont=Roboto Mono:300,400,700] [newclass=.frniknak]background-color:#202020;width:500px;color:#999999;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.frniknaktop]font:bold 35px Raleway;font-weight:300!important;letter-spacing:-3px;line-height:30px;color:#242424;padding:40px 0px;text-align:center;background-color:#d45d59;[/newclass] [newclass=.frniknaktop2]background-color:#191919;height:70px;[/newclass] [newclass=.frniknakimg]height:80px;width:80px;padding:10px;border:solid 5px #d45d59;border-radius:100%;background-color:#171717;position:absolute;margin:-20px 0px 0px -17px;[/newclass] [newclass=.frniknakimg img]height:80px;width:80px;border-radius:100%;[/newclass] [newclass=.frniknaktop3]margin-left:90px;width:370px;height:30px;border:solid 20px #191919;[/quote][/div] [newclass=.frniknaktop33]height:30px;overflow:hidden;font:bold 10px Roboto;letter-spacing:.5px;color:#dddddd;text-align:justify;line-height:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.frniknaktop33 b]line-height:10px;color:#d45d59;[/newclass] [newclass=.frniknaktop4]height:30px;opacity:1;-webkit-transition-duration:.4s;transition-duration:.4s;-moz-transition-duration:.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.frniknaktop4 div, .frniknaktop5 div]font:bold 10px Roboto;line-height:10px;color:#dddddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.frniknaktop5]height:30px;opacity:.35;-webkit-transition-duration:.4s;transition-duration:.4s;-moz-transition-duration:.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.frniknak:hover .frniknaktop4]margin-top:-30px;opacity:.35;[/newclass] [newclass=.frniknak:hover .frniknaktop5]opacity:1;[/newclass] [newclass=.frniknakmid]padding:35px;font:10px Verdana;text-align:justify;border-top:solid 5px #d45d59;border-bottom:solid 10px #d45d59;[/newclass] [newclass=.frniknakmid font]font:bold 10px Roboto;color:#d45d59;[/newclass] [newclass=.frniknakmid b]font:bold 10px Roboto;color:#dddddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.frniknakmid i]font:bold 10px Roboto;font-style:italic;[/newclass] [newclass=.frniknakbot]padding:20px;padding-top:12px;color:#242424;font:bold 10px Roboto;background-color:#d45d59;[/newclass] [newclass=.frniknakbot td]background-color:#242424;padding:15px!important;color:#dddddd;font:bold 10px Roboto;line-height:10px;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.frniknakbot td a]font:bold 10px Roboto;color:#dddddd!important;line-height:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.frniknakbot1]padding-top:10px;min-height:45px;[/newclass] [newclass=.frniknakbot1 div]float:left;background-color:#242424;color:#dddddd;font:bold 10px Raleway;line-height:10px;padding:15px;margin:0px 15px 5px 0px;[/newclass] |
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Post by botan shinume on May 21, 2018 20:09:23 GMT -5
Botan accepted a glass of wine from one of the passing waiters, sipping it as he slowly scanned the room. Plenty of people entered after him, but none that he recognized - although someone knew him, judging by the firm nod he was given. The dancer returned the gesture with a polite nod and smile of his own. A fan who recognized him, or a fellow Virus member? Only time would tell, he supposed, making note of the young man's spiky hair and what he could see of his face. His Pokenav vibrated then, catching his attention, and Botan shifted his wine glass to his other hand as he slipped the device from an inner pocket. A text from an unknown sender? How interesting. He quickly scanned the message, lips curving upward in a smile the more he read. Yes, he had been advised to attend the party, and he was starting to understand why - his team had something big planned, and hopefully he would be able to lend a hand. From the shadows of course; there was no need to expose his identity as a member of the group to outsiders just yet. And from the sound of the text, traitors would be dealt with swiftly and harshly if something...unfortunate...were to happen. Tucking the Pokenav away, he drank more of his wine and resolved to look forward to midnight. To his surprise, someone addressed him then, and Botan turned to find a man in a Beautifly mask next to him. "Why thank you," Botan replied, giving the man a warm smile. "I must say, that suit looks very good on you." A handsome suit for a handsome man, and they shared similar tastes in masks. "Pleasure to meet you, Vash," he said, shaking the offered hand. "I'm Botan Shinume."Movement on the stage momentarily caught his attention, and he looked over to see the group of people being escorted off of it by security. "Looks like the show is going to begin," he said, mildly disappointed that he couldn't talk with Vash longer. "Shall we continue this later?" he asked, hoping that the man would agree. Although if Team Virus was here, 'later' could be a long time coming. - - - Botan acknowledges ATTICUS's nod He reads the Team Virus text Introduces himself to Vash ParkerNotices event is about to start |
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Post by Chelsea Wolfe on May 21, 2018 21:11:35 GMT -5
精神病の愛 You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS 330 NOTES | Chelsea couldn't believe how drastically the tables had turned. Moments ago she was stumbling out the elevator, depressed as all hell, and now she was here - talking away with a suave mystery man. Arecus was truly on her side today. "I'm a lot more than feisty," She said with a wink, ignoring the burning sensation that engulfed her chest entirely. It had been a while since she had last flirted with someone, and well, controlling her emotions was still on her to-do list. Looking up at Spade, she noticed his reluctance towards her guess. What did he mean by that? Was he a researcher, or some type of wanderer? These idle thoughts dissolved within her brain the moment he opened his mouth again, not holding enough solidity to combat the emotions his words were stirring up inside her. "Good thing you were late then. I don't know what I would've done without you," The blonde teased, "Hey, now, listen. I'm not your average coordinator, alright? I'm the soon-to-be top coordinator!" A smile bloomed across her lips as she announced the last part.
Looking up at him, she had already begun to imagine what kind of face his mask was shielding from her, hoping to at least get a tiny idea of who she was talking to. The face her mind created gave him a devilish charm - hot, but dangerous. This made the prospect of ripping off his mask beyond enticing. If things went well, she would definitely be interested in prolonging their time together. "I would lov-" All intentions of continuing their conversation were hampered by the sudden voice being projected throughout the room. It had requested everyone to take a seat. Sighing, Chelsea glanced back up at Spade, then back at the scattered tables that surrounded them. "I guess we'll have to put those drinks on hold," She mused, making light of the situation, "Would you mind keeping me company during the announcement though?"
With all of this happening, Chelsea could barely make out the muffled barking in the background, nor the surrounding sound of chattering. None of that mattered to her right now. All she wanted to hear was his answer.
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Post by ATTICUS on May 21, 2018 23:27:49 GMT -5
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He enjoyed her company more than he initially thought he would. A lot more than feisty, she added. Now that was something, especially coupled with the cute wink she threw his way. It seemed she was getting over her nerves the more she talked to him, something Spade noticed and appreciated. He wanted her to be comfortable, as that way she would have an easier time being herself. [break][break]
He listened to her sweet voice as she explained her desire to become a top coordinator. That dream intrigued him, he liked that she was ambitious, as could be seen by the sudden smile that coated his masked face. "My, my. I'm glad I got to meet a unique lady such as yourself. You better become the top coordinator, I'll need someone like that when I become Champion." Well, that was unexpected. Rarely did he let himself open up like that. Becoming Champion was a goal that he held close to his chest, having yet to disclose it to anyone, her being the first one yet. It happened impulsively, her voice slowly dissolving the veil that he held around himself at all times. Though he noticed this, there was a part of him that liked it—but a part of him that worried, and was suspicious. Which part would win, he had yet to have an idea. For now, he would let the night roll on as it were.[break][break]
A brief pause was had between the two of them, which consisted of him looking at her, waiting for her answer. He truly couldn't wait to take that mask off of her. His eyes sometimes trailing from her eyes to her lips, and back and forth, so he didn't stay on one for too long. Subconsciously he would end up gently biting on his bottom lip as his thoughts wandered staring at her. Her voice brought him back to reality, until they were interrupted by the Host of the evening. It seemed he was taking the reigns now, given the absence of the professor. [break][break]
"Did you think I was going to let you run off without me?" He told her, gently grabbing her hand as he led the two of them towards an empty table. "Here, sit." He pulled a chair out for her, and waited for her to take her seat. "I'll be right back, I'll get us some drinks. Might as well have something to sip on while we listen to this big announcement. Don't go anywhere." He teased, before quickly breaking towards the bar. [break][break]
As he made his way, he checked his PokeNav. The text was from an unknown sender, and it was clearly from Team Virus. They had something planned tonight, and whatever it was, it was going to be big. Fuck... He thought to himself, realizing that juggling the Virus experience and Chelsea would be an extremely hard task. Though, confident as ever, he put his PokeNav away and went to retrieve the drinks. There's plenty of them here anyway... I should be good to enjoy my time with her. [break][break]
He was back at the table with drinks in hand relatively quickly. He managed to snag four drinks altogether, resting on a circular plate. Spade was surprised he managed to balance them all the way to the table. "Here, I wasn't really feeling wine... It's mixed drinks, I think some dark liquor with soda? Should be enough for us." He told her as he set the plate down, and took his seat right next to her. Once he sat down, he moved his chair a bit closer to hers, so they were closer than before. In case this announcement did get boring, they could be in each other's company. The two of them were seated so that the announcement was happening in front of them. "Let's get this over with..." He sighed.
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