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Post by Soren Renault (Scar) on Feb 25, 2011 2:32:53 GMT -5
At the edge of The Cave of Wonders lies a building three stories high. The architecture was plain, but the decor was up to the roof with glamor. Around the building came an aura of euphoria. The building is called "The Outlands." From inside, one can hear from the second and third floor mixtures of moans, laughs, and music. On the first floor, one hardly hears anything outside of the building, as if to make someone want to come inside for curiosity's sake. Once one would walk in they would find that it would be like a lounge; having a bar, rather calm music compared to the other floors, and a door roped off and guarded by three people. Truth be told, no one has really ever been able to say what is in that basement though...
Now this building of fantasies is run by a man who no one has really known of. He is about six feet, brown shoulder-height hair, attractive, and by all means glamorous. The gentleman can usually be seen either in the building itself or going back and forth between The Outlands, The Elephant Graveyard, and The Pridelands multiple times during the week.
This story begins with a certain duo (I am sure you know the two) catching sight of this building, this lounge, this bar, this man....
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Post by Gabrielle Dubois on Feb 25, 2011 3:05:58 GMT -5
Ugh. The Cave of Wonders. Not exactly the preferred locale for a particular enchantress, and yet, it was exactly where she had found herself, walking reluctantly through the city's infamous red light district towards a rather plain-looking building. Truth be told, her curiousity had been piqued by the owner of the building. Their run-in, however brief, had raised quite a few questions (as well as tempers. Gabrielle Rose Dubois did not take kindly to being called adorable. Especially by men she had only just met! She was a vastly powerful enchantress--not in any way 'adorable') with the enchantress, and her sometimes-companion.
Who she was currently cursing. Were it not for the Genie hovering beside her, she wouldn't be walking these dark, corrupted streets. She shot a quick glare his way, mentally jibing 'I certainly hope, for your sake, that this is worth venturing through the red light district, before breaking out into a small smile, her tongue poking out through white teeth. Try as she might, it was thoroughly impossible for her to remain angry with Jenson for any period of time. He was just so...hm. Really, there weren't words adequate enough to describe the man, despite her best efforts.
Approaching the building in earnest, now, they were greeted with an almost eerie silence. From a distance, the sounds of bright, loud music, and laughter, among other things, had wafted through the streets, making its way to their ears, but now, standing within arm's length of the building, the sounds had all but died out. 'How interesting,' she though, quirking a brow. It appeared it was now or never, so after making a face to express her displeasure once more, she gestured to the door. "Shall we?"
Words: Not nearly enough.
Tagged: Jenson <3
Notes: Ugh. Where has my inspiration gone? D: |
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Jenson Delampe
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A snake, am I? Perhaps you'd like to see how sss-snake-like I can be.[Mo0:0]
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Post by Jenson Delampe on Feb 25, 2011 3:33:48 GMT -5
Jenson was bored. Normally, at these times, he would either be on the streets, doing his fabulous "magic tricks" for passer-byers. Or he'd be in his precious home, nomming on those delicious rainbow colored rice cereals! Ah, whoever decided to make Fruity Pebbles is a god. Jenson wanted to smile and show that he was having a good time, but he couldn't. He had no idea why he was doing what he was. The little run-in with the dreadhead had left an imprint on him. The man was...interesting. He spoke as if he was commander of a vast army and owned the world, but did it with a suave demeanor. Jenson had no idea why this random stranger was drawing him in so, but he didn't fight the feeling. Because of this, now he was heading to a place he'd never been before. Luckily, he had Gabrielle by his side.
Jenson didn't know what it was that made him like her so much. He felt as if he could tell her anything, like they were meant to met each other. He was drawn to her power and her beauty, though he could never see himself with her. She was more like his little sister, a companion. He was by no means making her a replacement for Kat. Kat held a special place in Jenson's evil heart. She did thing to him that no other could. As he continued to think about Kat, Gabrielle had mentally spoken to him, knocking him out of the lustful state he was in.
What. Are you scared that someone will harm you?
He giggled as they continued on to the place. He didn't even realize that he was hovering and not walking. His hands crossed, he looked at Gabbi, letting a soft smile go across his face. He really did like being around her. As they neared the destination, he felt his ears start to tingle as the music blared into them. He snapped, making a pair of small rainbow earplugs go into his ear, then grinned. Ah, much better. The door was in front of them now. He looked at Gabbi, who had asked if they were ready. Grinning, he looked at the door, tilting his head at it. Suddenly, the door opened by itself, as if it was being controlled by hand. Latching his arm around hers, he smiled.
"Ready when you are..."
Words: 419, gross.
Tagged: Gabbi and Scar! GRR!
Notes: This is horrible. Ugh.
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Post by Soren Renault (Scar) on Feb 27, 2011 17:26:44 GMT -5
So through the door they went. Upon entering, they saw the familiar sight of men and women of wealth with their expensive partner(s) for the night. To the left of their view was the bar and to the right was the pre-mentioned lounge. Dead center there were two entrances. One to stairs to the other floors (2nd being the suites, and the third being the "special" rooms) and the other was a door roped off and guarded by three people with the nametags of Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed.
Upon closer inspection, one would see the word SCAR scratched upon the wood.
The two stood there arm and arm re-evaluating the place. There attention was drawn to the wooden door especially.
At that time, a man was thrown down the stairs followed by, "YOU LITTLE SON A BITCH! I'LL SLIT YOUR THROAT!" The yell was followed by the host of the building. From the looks of his face, especially the markings across his left cheek, he must be Scar. Scar pounced on the defenseless man on the floor. "I SWEAR TO GOD, TIMON, IF YOU EVER MENTION THAT NAME TO ME AGAIN, YOUR BLOOD WILL BE PAINT FOR THE ROOM YOU WERE JUST IN!" In a more relaxed manner, he got up from on top of the man and said calmly, "Now get out, and behave yourself." With that, the man on the ground winced, got up, and sprinted out of the building.
The rest of the building seemed to have frozen in time to the spectacle of Scar scaring the living hell out of one of his own customers. Scar looked around and said with a smile, "Don't worry, he'll be back when nature calls."
With that, a few chuckle came out of the awkwardness and the activities of the place resumed.
Scar looked around and saw the two magical beings he saw from the night before. He smiled and waved, then turned to the door. He gave a nod to Ed, the closest guard to the door, and he untied the rope. Scar walked in, but not before anyone looking at his general direction saw the words written in red "BE PREPARED" on the inside wall leading to the stairs to the basement.
(word count, 383)
tagged: Gabrielle, Jansen, anyone who just saw that or wants to enter
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Post by Gabrielle Dubois on Feb 28, 2011 0:56:04 GMT -5
A slightly glazed over look had fallen over her companion, and Gabbi wondered, briefly, what could have him so distracted. There was a certain gleam in his eyes that she couldn't quite place...but she didn't have long to ponder, since Jenson snapped back into reality the moment she had spoken to him. After all, it was rather difficult to ignore someone when the could broadcast themselves directly into your thoughts. She did, however, envy his apparent ability to block out his surroundings so completely. Were she able to do so, she would be exercising that power right now. Just setting foot in this part of the city made her feel...slimy, just by association.
His reply drew her out of her (rather unpleasant) thoughts, and brought a smile to her lips. 'They couldn't harm me if they tried,' she shot back, laughing aloud. It was true enough; unless she was taken completely off-guard, it would be, in essence, impossible for anyone to do any physical harm to her. At least not without grave repercussions for themselves.
Turning to face her friend, she caught sight of the soft smile he was giving her, and it damn near made her heart melt. He considered himself entirely evil, and wicked, but moments like this? Were proof that he wasn't pure evil. Even if no one else got to see that smile.
The moment didn't last long, of course. They were here for a reason, not just to sight-see. She grinned back at him as he looped his arm through hers, leaning against him in a brief show of affection, laughing aloud as he opened the door without touching it. Nothing unusual, especially for him, but it still brought a smile to her face. Nodding slightly, more to herself than him, she stepped forward, entering the unknown.
The interior of the building was nothing special, in her opinion. A lounge, a bar, and a few side rooms, and then stairs leading up...she quirked a brow. 'Well that's interesting,' she thought, inclining her head towards the one entrance that was roped off and heavily guarded. Once more, her curiosity had been piqued, but before she had an opportunity to voice her interest to her companion, she was drawn rather abruptly from her thoughts by a violent crash, followed by a roar of "YOU LITTLE SON A BITCH! I'LL SLIT YOUR THROAT!"
She took a small step back, instinctively, suddenly tense, unsure how to react to what she was seeing. The scene unfolding before them was bizarre, and a bit unnerving, especially considering that once it was over, and the injured man had fled, the rest of the patrons returned to business as usual. The building's owner--who she now noted had quite an impressive temper--smiled and waved to them, and she nodded in turn. She cocked her head to the side ever so slightly when the man motioned to one of his guards, who then undid the ropes blocking off the entrance she had been eyeing earlier. Feigning an air of casual indifference, she asked, "So, what is it you keep down there?"
Words: 548
Tagged: Jenson and Scar
Notes: *face/floor*
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