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Post by Lux Abia on Nov 4, 2013 22:29:08 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/0B7Rh.png); padding:10px; border-radius:20px; moz-border-radius:20px; border:3px #282828 solid ,BTable] I'll Kiss You In A Way You'll Never Forget I'm nothing like the rest Lux was starting to become a boring kind of man. He had tried to branch out, attending a meeting he was sure would be filled with all kinds of kinky goodness. The best he got was a pretty good looking guy sitting next to him. The man also gave him a complementary hairstyling which he always enjoyed. He got a free riding crop for being a first time member, which was also a bit strange. He was pretty sure it was the first meeting ever. It could have proven to be a hassle if more than two people had shown up. Luckily for the strange leader of their club, it was a pretty dead day. Unluckily for Lux, he was left completely unsatisfied. He even tried hitting himself with his member gift, but he just wasn't into it, not as much as he could have been at least. It got the job done, but it was so forced. He hardly ever had to force it when he was with someone else. It was just a dreadful feeling.
He returned back home to Naruki, just completely hating everyone. He was a complete buzz kill as he walked down the street. He was slumped forward, breathing heavy. Every few steps he let out a dramatic sigh, his head dropping. He was sweating despite the cooling temperatures. He was miserable and on the edge. He really needed to get to work, and just pray that he somehow got fifty customers. He was pretty sure he could handle that kind of work. He would probably even get a reward in the end besides the obvious fulfillment of his needs. Surely his flamboyant employer had awards for his bitches, and yes he was more than okay with calling himself a bitch. Some other terms were just way too troublesome to use for no reason besides making the job seem nice. Those whores could just live on embarrassed for some reason. Lux loved this shit.
The problem was that it was only the middle of the afternoon. He wasn't going to get any work for a few hours at best. He was getting to a point where he was barely even able to go on walking. He really needed to do something, anything. That was when he spotted a bulky man up ahead, his eyes widening with enlightened joy. That was how he was going to get his fix, at least until later that night. He didn't need that much to tie him over. Just one little hit, that was it.
With enthusiasm in his step, Lux ran over to the man, drawing his fist back in the process. When he reached him, Lux leaped up into the air. He through his fist forward, obviously holding back some strength, and in a second his hand collided with the back of the man's large, bald head, sending him doubling over as Lux fully passed by. He spun around, looking over his shoulder to inspect his work, that excited look still on his face. He was surely going to get hit back now. That was the plan at least. It was all foiled though. Rather than getting angry, the man started sobbing. Lux's expression dropped immediately. He just... What? No! That wasn't how it was supposed to happen. The large man flung himself onto another large man and went on with his bawling. Then he realized he had just fucked with some pussy bear. Well, wasn't that just fitting to his luck lately?
He stood there for a moment, just staring with disgust, his eye almost twitching. He didn't even have words for the moment. He just knew he felt even worse than before. He had gotten all excited and just... that. Lux let out another sigh, a pout forming on his face. He slowly turned, continuing on his oh so merry way, wasting his time entirely. He spun some of his black hair around his finger, watching the beautiful, silky strands. This just wasn't fair. He wanted his hair to be pulled roughly until his scalp almost bled. He wanted a good gut blow when he attacked large men. "Why does the universe hate me so much?" he whined to himself, groaning afterward. Fuck the universe.
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Post by Luka Crosszeria on Nov 15, 2013 12:32:15 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top] BRAND ZESS ✖I WILL NEVER BETRAY YOU Blood was busy somewhere in Europe, doing things Luka wasn't really sure of. He had at least heard that he got his helicopter ready for something. He only half wondered what he was taking that thing for, or where he was going. It became abundantly clear by all of the ideas he got that he didn't really want to know in the end. While he was loyal to the man, and respected him greatly, Luka knew just how fucked up of a guy he devoted his life to. Usually it was better that Luka never found out about half of the things Blood did. So he just put those thoughts aside, instead favoring going out for rounds, making sure people were getting their jobs done. He was basically in charge of the area with Blood out of town.
Blood being out of town also meant he didn't have to use that god awful chariot. Instead, he got out one of his more favorite cars, instantly getting a twinge of excitement when he laid eyes on it. One of the only good things about modern times was the cars they came up with. This one he had gotten his hands on had nearly cost him a small fortune, but it was well worth it. He wasn't aware of what actual importance it had. People called it a batmobile. He just assumed it was because of the wing-like details that hung off of the back of it and the fact that it was black in color. That was one of the reasons he like it so much. That, and the fact that it was one of the fastest things Luka had ever been in. It was just glorious to drive. It was only made for one person, so he didn't even have to find a place to hide Sodom. He placed the very unmanly doll right at his shoulder when he got in, the tinted window cover blocking his image out completely. No one could say anything about the doll then.
He was flying through the streets, only glancing around at places the whores, dealers, and stealers were supposed to be working. They would recognize his unique car enough to know he was watching them, and with his reputation, nobody dared to slack or start things when he was around. At least that was what Luka thought was truth. Just as he turned a corner, he spotted a violent act from someone he vaguely found familiar. He slammed the breaks of his batmobile, causing more cars to swerve around him, making even more of a mess than he had flying around at ungodly speeds. He pulled over to the sidewalk, parallel parking beautifully even though it wasn't a street made for such parking, or any parking at all for that matter. He tucked Sodom down into the seat, the cover lifting off of the top of his sweet ride.
Luka got all kinds of looks as he stood up, getting out of the vehicle which already got everyone's attention. Not only did the car have a godly look, but Luka did as well. He tensed up a bit, though it wasn't as apparent as he thought. He didn't like all those people looking at him. so he did the only thing he could think of doing. He turned away from them, instead looking to the familiar black haired male that was trying to start trouble. Luka at least knew that he worked for blood. Names were beyond him just as much as profession and other details. He didn't need to know much else. The glare he had on his face would surely turn the boy's actions around to be more suitable. It was that, or Luka was going to have to prove his reputation too somehow right there in the middle of the street, or he could tie the boy to the top of his car. He glanced over to it, picturing it in his head. That could work.
Notes:threading with myself~ Tagged: Luka, Lux Words: 667 template by pianissimo of BTN
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Post by Sorin Vasile on Nov 24, 2013 20:00:51 GMT -5
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TAGS: Yeahhh....
STATS: han: 16 rei: 15 hak: 14 sei: 16 buk: 15 hoh: 14
Sorin knew he had some business to attend to with one of his employers, but what he didn't know was that this man, on a whim, had decided to leave to Europe. If that were the case, why in the hell didn't he just stop off near Sorin's house on the way there? The business would've been much easier to do from his own home, but apparently he had to waste his time going to Japan. He sighed as he took his rental car back to the airport. There was in no way that this was the acceptable way to handle business, but how would he know? e was just a man who watched people for a living. It wasn't as if he was reporting information on business men. No. Of course not. Sorin had half of the mind to complain.
He had to take his rental car all the way to the damn office, which was very far away from an airport, just to drive it right back. Sorin wasn't a fan of pointless trips, especially when he had to pay for them, so this little event only pissed him off. It was as if every time he had to do business with this immature immortal, he had to stumble into a world of idiocy. He punched the steering wheel out of frustration and continued on his journey back to the airport. How fucking fantastic.
Luckily while driving, he spotted Blood's famously silent right hand man. He watched him get out of his car, allowing Sorin a small moment of inner debate on whether to complain to this man or not. He pulled over as he sighed. He was still pretty angry about coming all the way out to Japan for nothing. Taking his anger out on someone who didn't matter to him seemed like it was better than just not doing a thing about it and letting his rage bottle up inside. If anything, it was the preferred option. Many therapists would prefer his calm anger oriented way of speaking rather than lashing out at those who have done nothing.
Sorin stepped out of the car and walked over to the man with as much anger on his face as his blank expression could muster. "You. I have a problem with your boss." Sorin didn't take in the rest of the scene at hand, and didn't care for it either. He only wanted to express how dissatisfied he was with Blood's way of working. "Why would he call me out here, then leave on a damn trip? I want answers." Sorin didn't raise his voice or even express a hint of anger in either his voice or facial expression, but his words seemed to be enough to show how pissed he was. Or at least he thought they were. His calm tone didn't seem to say as much.
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Post by Lux Abia on Nov 25, 2013 18:18:20 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/0B7Rh.png); padding:10px; border-radius:20px; moz-border-radius:20px; border:3px #282828 solid ,BTable] I'll Kiss You In A Way You'll Never Forget I'm nothing like the rest While Lux was going about hating how mean life was to him for practically no reason, the sound of car breaks got his attention. He turned his head to look at the.. car that had pulled up. He wasn't even sure what to make of the snazzy looking vehicle. He was just as dumbstruck as everyone when it pulled up. People really drove things like around on daily business? those were the kinds of people Lux wanted to hang out with.
It got even fucking better when the driver of that car got out. Lux nearly released right then and there without even having to be touched. He noticed that unnaturally pale, stoic as fuck mother fucker. He was Blood's muscles, and there was no doubt in Lux's mind that he was the very reason the man had pulled up. He had heard stories about some of the things that guy did, and he was always so scary when Lux ran into him on a few occasions. Luck had turned on him, and thrown the perfect chance at him. All he had to do was stand around and practically wait for punishment. All of the past cock blocking was instantly forgiven. He mentally bowed down to ever god ever and he swore to keep true to all of the promises he made for Karma. He wouldn't really keep to that, but for now he was intent on it.
Before anything could happen though, some other stoic as fuck hot guy walked up to the muscles of this operation. That just was not going to do, not at all. This was Lux's turn for painful attention. He wasn't about to regret praising inanimate people who couldn't fuck him. He was going to make things happen his way, all so he wouldn't have to look back on that one moment with shame. Just one hit would make it worth it. Lux strode right up to the two men, smirking all the while, showing off his superior talent of mastered facial expression. "Is there some kind of problem here?" he asked, more toward Luka than the other guy who he had basically zero concerns with. He just needed to get the fuck out of the way. At that point Lux would care about him an entire zero percent, no decimals or fractions, just good ol' zero. He smiled down to Luka knowingly, leaning forward so they could be at in intimate eye level. Not to mention the man was more intimidating that way. Being tall sucked balls, and surprisingly that wasn't an act Lux was into.
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Post by Luka Crosszeria on Nov 25, 2013 21:08:57 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top] BRAND ZESS ✖I WILL NEVER BETRAY YOU Luka just wanted to get his business taken care of then get out of there. After he got his rounds done, he could do whatever he wanted. What he wanted didn't include little whores or slave driver or drug dealers or the several other professions Luka had to deal with lately. He was about to take on a new profession though. He was no public relations or human resources, something like that. Frankly Luka had no idea who the hell the new man approaching him was, but Luka was apparently the man to come to with his problem.. or concern.. or.... whatever his word was. He didn't look that upset, or sound that upset, but his words made him seem like he should be upset. He said he had a problem. It was a reasonable conclusion. His problem turned out to be a similar one to what Luka was having for the past few days.
Well, that was great and all, but Luka wasn't the guy to come to when it came to personal problems, unless it was Blood. This guy wasn't Blood. So Luka didn't exactly care about giving him a long explanation. He didn't have one of those anyway. "He had things to do" he explained simply, shrugging his shoulders. That was about all he could say, because that was about all he knew. Blood's business was more important that this boring guy, so Luka went on treating him like that was the case. Luka was the higher up here anyway. If the guy had a problem, Luka would like to see him try and do something about it.
Suddenly he was brought back to his original purpose for pulling up and dealing with annoying people. The whore that had lashed out in violence was now all of a foot or so in front of him. That was a bit strange. Usually people who knew about him got out of their while they had a sliver of a nonexistent chance. This one just came tight up and looked... happy. Luka didn't even want to know what he had just signed himself up for. He decided to go about it the same way he had gone about dealing with that man who was pretty much being ignored and all of that cool stuff now. "Attacking people makes trouble for us" he explained, telling the whore exactly what the issue here was, though it was obvious. Luka's tone of sweet seriousness just made it sink in farther than it ever could had he not been there. This was why people listened to him as well as Blood.
That was a lie. There was one more, more dominant, reason. He was about to display it too. Out of nowhere he reached out, taking hold of the man's neck. His hand slipped around to the back of his head, and in one quick move he was shoving the human's face at the parking meter he hadn't noticed until that moment. He probably should have put some money into that. Well, it was too late now anyway. Luka wasn't going to be around much longer, he hoped. He noted that the other guy was still around. Luka chose to stop ignoring him for a moment, looking right at him, brow arching in question. Did he really need something worth Luka's time? Nothing was worth Luka's time, so the answer was no, but the man could go right ahead and try to object to that.
Notes:threading with myself~ Tagged: Luka, Lux, TOKIYA!! er Sorin Words: 586 template by pianissimo of BTN
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