[Ready, Set, Go- It's Time to Run] [Al]

[Dustin Delampe]

Good god! He was going to be late. Thousands of years worth of magic, and he still couldn't get himself ready on time. Or out of bed on time, for that matter. Which had actually been the problem this morning. He was being put up in the Neptune Hotel, which was GORGEOUS by the way, by the company that wanted him for a shoot. Which was conveniently located across town. About five miles away, at the dead center of the city. Central Park, to be exact. Which, of course, meant that he couldn't just "poof" himself over there, considering how crowded it was sure to be. Well, that, and the agency he was working with was ignorant of the fact that he wasn't 100% human. It might actually be a violation of his contract...he wasn't quite sure on that one, considering he hadn't really bothered reading all of the fine print.

Running his hands through his uncharacteristically messy hair, Dustin sighed. Of course he couldn't have had someone to help him with his freaking makeup the one day he was running late. Hurriedly smearing on some foundation -- not something he was particularly fond of...or good at for that matter -- and his eyes widened as he caught sight of himself in the mirror. Clearly, this was NOT the right shade, considering he looked like a ghost. Running into the bathroom, he washed his face quickly and thoroughly, deciding to HELL with the makeup, and went about hastily styling his hair.

Of course he was still incredibly good looking naturally, but there were certain things the agency wanted from him, for this shoot in particular, evidently.

Another ten minutes later, he was dressed, somewhat primped and primed, as much as he could manage in such a short amount of time, and was sprinting out the door, down the twelve flights of stairs, and into the waiting limo. Since the hotel was so upscale, he had made the assumption that it would be fairly safe from crime, and the like, and hadn't really bothered to stow away any of his valuables. Well, that and he had been in a huge freaking hurry. It was a hectic life, but damn, if it wasn't fun.

Tagged: Al
Words: a few.
Notes: Sorry it's not the best. Next one'll be better, I promise. ;]

[Albert Aldein]

Al strolled the hallways aimlessly after just having dropped off the bags of an old lady to her room. He rubbed his biceps, feeling sore as he walked on, wondering what on earth it could have been that made her things so heavy. He had imagined that her trunk was filled with an assortment of dentures or stuffed animals or a collection of leather whips and chains, leaving him shuddering at the latter thought. Ah, the things he did to pass the time. Finally reaching the elevator, he pushed the down button waiting for the elevator to slide open when someone called out to him. Looking around, he saw one of the cleaners beckoning him to come closer.

He followed non-questioningly. Al was the type of guy that got along with most of the staff members. It wasn't because he was running for employee-of-the-month. Rather, he knew that he had to keep ties with them. If he kept a good rapport with his workmates, then he knew he could get more from them. Just like how the chef often gives him some of the left over steaks. It was more one the objective side, but his friendship was still somewhat genuine. He listened to what she was saying, basically asking him to help out with checking some of the rooms for dirty towels. Seemed easy enough, so he agreed to it.

He entered room after room, excusing himself as the patrons remained lounged on their respective beds. It was a quick run through. Knock, head to the bathroom, grab the towels, replace them, leave. Simple. Finally reaching his first door that didn't like to respond, he pulled out his set of keys, lent by the maid, and unlocked the door. Slipping in, he couldn't help admire the beauty of the room.

"Excuse me?" he asked, as though double checking to see whether there was someone inside. "Housekeeping?" Hearing no answer, he decided to maximize the opportunity of being in the finer rooms of the hotel. He slipped into the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror for a while, before glancing around. He saw a coat hanging by the door, and, as a joke, put it on. Al stared himself down in the mirror, clad in formal wear that was too big for him, pretending to be one of those celebrity figures. It didn't fit him. He didn't really think it would, though. Removing it and tossing it on top of the sink, he went back to the room, hoping to poke around some more.

He caught site of a shiny laptop placed on the table top. Sitting on the chair, he turned it on and waited for it to load. Great! No password. As it loaded, he took the chance to check out sites that he never really got to check nowadays. He logged on to his facebook account, a site that he only had because Adrielle was pushing him to get one. He didn't really know how to work it so he just logged off again, typing in some other site. He glanced a bit at the pictures of the scantily clad women displayed on his screen before immediately closing the window, feeling as though someone was watching over his shoulder. He glanced around the room once more, wondering what it was that he could mess around with. Somehow, the huge king-sized bed caught his attention.

He hopped on the rather unkept bed and spread himself on it, feeling the softness sink in him. Man, was this something. He had never slept in a bed as comfortable as that was. He was hoping that someday, maybe soon, he'd be able to afford something like this. Not living in the Neptune, but rather, live a life where he was comfortable, even only as he slept. He continued to get lost in this dream, as he, unknowingly, shut his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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[Dustin Delampe]

A few hours, and one stop at the Poison Apple later, and Dustin was on his way back to the Neptune. He and Jenson were on the rocks at the moment, if it could even be called that. He hadn't so much as heard from the other Djinn in nearly a month... And, well, he may have offered to buy the limo driver a drink. Which had turned into several. Which may have turned into a fairly awkward rendezvous in the back of said driver's limo, which had ended up being unsurprisingly unfulfilling. And very poorly thought through, considering the man had been a bit too tipsy to safely operate the vehicle after the fact. And so, that brought Dustin to where he was now, flirting with a particularly attractive cabbie, leaving her a generous tip, and winking as he went on his way.

Rolling his shoulders, he tried to relieve some of the tension that had been building up lately, as he waited for the elevator, watching the numbers gradually descend. All in all, his day had been pretty good, but he was exhausted. Definitely time for a nap, if he ever made it back up to his room. In hindsight, he probably could have just transported himself from the bar to the room, since very few of the patrons gave a damn about magic users like him, and well, his room was his room. And he was at least fairly sure he'd remembered to put up the 'Do no Disturb' sign before he'd left. Finally, the elevator arrived with a bright 'ding!' and he stepped inside, finding it blissfully empty. A little magic on his part ensured it would stay that way, as the little box shot up, a bit faster than normal, towards the twelfth floor.

After swiping his card key, he ducked into his room, quickly shrugging off his jacket, and tossing it onto the still-unmade bed, without so much as a glance. He ran his hands through his hair, cringing at the stiff feeling of all the gel and spray and god knows what else they'd put in to ensure it stayed perfectly in place, kicking off his shoes, and meandering over to the desk. Flipping open the laptop, he was surprised when it immediately flared to life. "Could've sworn I turned it off," the Djinn complained to no one in particular, before pulling up the internet and finding-- whoa. His eyes widened slightly, now absolutely sure he hadn't been the last one to use the computer. Pulling up the history, he frowned. A bit of porn, and facebook. Huh.

Shaking his head, he shut the laptop again with a soft 'click.' He wasn't particularly bothered that someone had used the laptop, not like they'd messed anything up, or stolen it or anything...but on that subject...well, maybe he'd check the rest of his stuff later. Right now, he just felt like crashing for a bit. Crossing back to the bed, he noticed something out of place for the first time. A distinctly person shaped lump was splayed out on the bed under the coat he'd thrown. Hovering at the edge of the bed, he pondered what to do. Not like whoever it was could hurt him, on the off chance they were dangerous, it was just a weird situation. Reaching out, he settled for poking the lump on what he was fairly sure was his? her? shoulder, crossing his arms, and quirking a brow, waiting for a response.


Tag: Al!
Status: Finally done.
Words: Not enough
Notes: Ugh. Real life gets in the way of rping. I'm sorry.

[Albert Aldein]

They were sitting over at the finest table of the Bella Notte, the room lit with candlelight, causing the perfect ambiance to settle in the room. Though it was a full restaurant, it might as well have been empty aside from the two of them. Their gazes only caught one another's, and everyone else was oblivious. Inexistent. Because at that moment, only they mattered. Al couldn't help but grin at the girl before him, seeing a rather unmistakable grin of joy plastered on her face. Somehow, it made his stomach do flips, but in a good way. She seemed to fixate her gaze unto his and taking it as a sign, Al leaned forward, grazing the girl's cheek, before moving his lips to press unto hers.

He felt his lips press against the softest lips he's ever felt. It was as though they were made of cotton. The exact same material that the pillows at the Neptune were made of. Wait. Al's eyes opened abruptly, realizing what had happened. Of course, he had fallen asleep. Feeling a poke on his stomach, he knew he was in trouble. He looked around, seeing nothing but the interior of what seemed like a coat. His thoughts raced, trying to grasp any idea that would come fluttering to him, but there was nothing. He knew that if he didn't make an attempt at something soon, things would only get worse. He waited another five seconds before he finally got up from the bed.

"What the hell? Who the hell are you?" he asked, his voice furious. See, Al had no idea how he'd explain how he got in the room, so he figured that his best bet was to pretend that he thought the room was actually his room. That way, his boss wouldn't have to know what it was that he did. He sat up in 'his' bed and faced the stranger, raising an eyebrow at him. "Yeah, can I help you?"

As Al stood up from his bed, he rubbed his eyes before taking another quick glance around the room. It was then when his eyes began to widen. He scratched his head, then doubled back to look at the interior of the room. As though being hit by a flash of light, he spoke. "This...isn't my room..."

And they said he couldn't act.

ooc: don't worry bout it! XD