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anuborn:
THE BLACK coat of fur that covered the body of the feline acted as an easy camouflage - A quick escape from the store, necklace fit between her teeth, security falling back as Anna Marie rounded an easy corner … right into another figure, a quick swipe of her body avoiding a catastrophic pain for the burglar.
He really should’ve stayed home today. It wasn’t the first time he’d entertained that thought today but it was the most forceful. One arm bracing himself against a wall, another gripping his cane with white knuckles, Kit glared down at the kitten he’d nearly collided with. And was it... Was it holding a necklace in it’s mouth? With a furrowed brow, he shook his head. “Stupid cat.”
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bellataylcr:
“It looks like it’s going to rain a bit,” Bella mused out loud, looking out the window at the quickly darkening clouds. She doubted the walk home would be very pleasant if it did begin raining, but perhaps she could beat it. The place was nearly empty save for her and the person nearby. At least everyone else was hopefully home and warm.
Antoine eyes focused on the dark clouds -- looming ominously in the sky, promising rain. Well, he supposed, if he wanted warm weather in winter he should have moved elsewhere. “At least it isn’t snow,” he droned in response. While not enthused about the weather prospects, he wasn’t too bothered by it either.
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augustxbarclay:
One thing that would set his match apart from the crowd would be the intense curls atop his head. August had rarely met another male with curls so he assumed that it would be easy to pick the other one out in the crowd. Except, August had grossly underestimated the size of the crowd at the gala. He definitely didn’t expect this many people to participate, especially when 50% of visitors were supers, himself included. He had yet to hear a single slur or show of power. Perhaps this could be a success but he was understandably unsure.
August was thinking about grabbing another drink when he noticed someone walking right for him. Without expectation, he found the eyes of the man approaching and was surprised to find the curls in the picture. His face was pleasing, as was his outfit, and it calmed his nerves ever so slightly. Try not to judge a book by its cover.
At Antoine’s first comment, August laughed down at his drink, a short one that may have been a little too toothy. “I had actually wanted a bourbon and coke but the bartender looked quite concerned about the number of people at the bar. I figured an old-fashioned would be easier on him.” He tilted the drink to peer inside as he spoke, something of a habit. Looking back over at Antoine, he noted his intense gaze, seemingly without effort.
“Airag? I’ve never heard of such a thing. It definitely doesn’t sound like something you should consume. What took you all the way across the world?”
Antoine smiled in response to August’s laugh. Confidence came easy to the blond; you didn’t do the things he did if you were shy. Still, there’d been a part of him that had been nervous. They were supposed to spend the rest of their lives together, set a shining example for the future of normal-super relations -- mucking it up with the first sentence would be more than embarrassing.
He hadn’t been sure about all of this, that this could work, but he’d been curious. Antoine still wasn’t sure this would work but he would try. With August.
“I think, even if this wasn’t an open bar, the poor bartender would be overworked,” he said with a small chuckle. “They really needed to hire more help, maybe even get a bigger venue. Though, maybe this one is fitting... The mostly do weddings here, from what I’ve heard.” And everyone in this room is meeting their supposed future spouse. That part didn’t need to be said out loud.
“It’s a traditional drink of the peoples of the Central Asian steppes -- it’s ferment horse milk. It’s interesting. Surprisingly sour, kind of like yogurt mixed with beer,” he explained. “I was over there for work, as a travel photographer.”
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noctrltt:
His eyes narrowed at the man in front of him. “You’ve seen me drink one glass of fake wine you lame ass snitch.” Gabriel’s flair for being dramatic seemed to be as equally dramatic as he was. To know that Antoine actually knew something about him kind of stung. To know he knew of that something made him angry. It meant that even though he had told his parents not to bother telling Antoine of his graduation, someone did. “You don’t know jack shit about how I feel or what I know. I don’t care if you’re in Chicago. I can pretend to be nice when Mom and Dad are around but the truth is I don’t give a shit you’re here, Antoine.” Well that was nice to get off of his chest for once. “Now can I have my wrist back? I’m not saying please.”
Lame ass snitch. Well, that was new one -- and one he was surprised anyone could say with a straight face. Wasn’t that something they only said in bad movies? Antoine shook his head at Gabriel’s insult -- pretty and immature were the best ways to describe it, if you asked him. “You think your some sort of bad boy, don’t you?” he asked pointedly. “Look, you’re right, I don’t know too much about you. I’ve been busy with my own life.” Antoine’s released his grip on Gabriel’s wrist, letting his hand fall to his side. “But I’m back in Chicago for the foreseeable future and wouldn’t it be nicer to not have to pretend we can stand each other? I’m not saying you should instantly forgive me but I’m saying you should give me a chance.”
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jocals:
Cal nodded, glancing down at his leg, which thankfully was still shaped like a leg. “I got kinda a bum leg,” he said, “you might need to help me over, it’s a tall bar.” He laughed a little, actually pushing himself onto the bar–might as well go all the way with his joke, right? It was then he noticed a cane. “That yours?” he pointed, feeling oddly connected to the man for it.
Kit raised an eyebrow when the other mentioned his leg -- not quite understanding why he was going for it with that in consideration -- but nodded when he motioned to Kit’s cane. “Yeah. Got a bad leg myself so don’t expect me to be quick in getting up if you fall on your ass.”
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gravcstoncs:
He glanced towards the bartender and then softly shrugged his shoulders. “I hate to be that guy, but the people who put this whole thing together should have anticipated a large crowd. Perhaps even hiring at least three bartenders or not have an open bar.” He said in an even tone. He glanced at his watch again. He wondered when he should attempt to find the person who matched the photo he had. “As for it being crowded…I suppose. I don’t really mind crowds. What does make me uncomfortable is so many people with powers in the same room.” He looked around. People pretended to be ok with them, but he honestly thought the normies were only ok because they were only afraid of another West situation.
Kit shrugged. He didn’t disagree with the stranger’s points but he couldn’t say he particularly cared. He was annoyed that there wasn’t a drink in front of him but it wasn’t like he hadn’t some before he’d left his apartment. “There’d be riots if there weren’t an open bar,” Kit said. “And, like you said, lot of people with a lot of powers. Gotta keep everyone docile but they should’ve splurged a bit more on the catering.”
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antonydunc:
Tony nodded his head it seemed as if both of them were in the same predicament at the moment. “They should have put someone with super speed behind the bar, or at least more then one lone man at an event such as this.” He mused for a moment as he watched the bartender struggle to keep up with the influx of people despite the well stocked bar he seemed to have.
“I think anyone with super speed would be on this side of the bar,” Kit said with a small snort. There were certainly more people than he’d anticipated; then again, with all the controversy, it had been hard to tell how many were genuinely interested. “But they still should’ve had more than one bartender. Or maybe they did; maybe the other bailed.”
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gravcstoncs:
“Makes me a bit nervous. I’m not the best image people want to put out there,” he laughed before taking a light sip of his water. “I like dressing up, Shit, I’ll dress up just to go to the grocery store to buy toilet paper…I just am not comfortable with all this, and what it means.” He said slightly shaking his head. Thoughts of having to uphold an image made him a bit angry. What if this “match made” program made him marry his pair despite their wishes. At that moment he wished he read more of the fine print. He was only interested in if they were going to put some sort of tracking device in him or something.
“I’m sure they’ve taken all that and more into consideration.” Antoine doubted that this Consanguinity organization hadn’t dug up every detail about the people that signed up for it. If they were really trying to change the world, surely they’d planned for every scenario. “If you’re not comfortable with this, why are you here?”
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( OOC: sorry for being quiet on the main, had a migraine most of the day. i’m around now and working on replies. )
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augustxbarclay:
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August fiddled with the cufflink around his wrist. Such a formal suit was not something he was used to. To call it borrowing or renting might be a little too… innocent? Let’s just say that it wouldn’t be missed. Amazingly, it fit really well. The black blazer and slacks were lined with silk and the dark maroon shirt was soft to the touch. His look was finished with a black tie. Not something he would war normally but he couldn’t help but go all out for the gala.
He was planning on meeting his husband. That worried carried a lot of weight for him but this union was anything but planned. Marriage was supposed to be special. It had been planned for another time and place. But, this one was necessary and it would help him further his business. He was just glad they took his preferences into consideration. He had an old-fashioned in his hand, the ice clinking around as he absently swirled it. He was nervous for this encounter. There was a lot riding on it that it would go well. He’d looked at the picture that they’d sent him but he didn’t think he’d be able to recognize him.
Until they happened on one another, he would busy himself people watching and absently continuing to finish off his second drink of the night.
Antoine was used to dressing to impress. Whether it was fundraising for the magazine or meeting distinguished locals, it came with the territory of being a photographer for one of the most distinguished travel journals in the English-speaking world. It meant he had his fair share of formal wear and that he was comfortable in every piece. He was comfortable in a crowd as well, chatting up strangers and slipping between guests with ease. There was one thing, however, that made him felt more jittery than usual. The envelope.
He knew, from talking to other guests, that not everyone had been matched yet -- Antoine, had. The picture he’d received of his match was seared into his brain, those dark curls and light freckles. There were certainly worse fates he could’ve met. At least it wasn’t a woman. In fact, the picture had been easy in the eyes. He just hoped, more and more so as the night went on, that that was still true in person. And, it seemed, now was the chance to figure it out -- the blond had spotted his to-be-husband from across the room.
“I prefer a gin and tonic myself,” Antoine said as he came to a stop beside the other, nodding to his drink, “but I’ll take anything over what they offered me in Mongolia. Pro-tip: never drink something called airag. Or Kumis, as that’s what they call it in Central Asia.”
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darknesscrushed:
“They are trying to prove something to the world. Of course it wouldn’t be cheap” Amelia commented, she would be surprised if anything here was under a hundred dollars other than some of the cheap suits and dresses people seemed to be wearing. She offered the boy a small smile and shook his hand “Amelia Barton”
“No, none of this will be cheap -- image, security, controversy. Makes me wonder if this will really be the shining beacon they’re claiming or a disaster waiting to happen.” Either way, he was still wondering if it was really worth dealing with everything waiting for him in Chicago. “Pleasure to meet you. Are you from this city or did you move here for this?”
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haeroism:
❝ first IMPRESSIONS, mate, ❞ he chimed in once prompted for a response, casually slinging an arm over the backrest of his own chair. ❝ common denominator between normals and SUPERS. first impressions always matter. ❞ shifting a bit in order to better face the man beside him, he gesticulated with a nod of his head towards their surroundings. ❝ so, what’d you think, then? feeling hopeful? ❞
“That’s true whenever, wherever, and with whoever,” Antoine responded, shifting slightly to view his conversational companion better. “I’ve traveled and experienced many different cultures for work and first impressions were valued everywhere.” Brown eyes briefly swept over the crowd again before shrugging. “I’m feeling curious, I think -- this could be a revolution like their claiming or the next great disaster. You never know. Too many variables.”
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lucamoreau:
Luca would rather throw himself out of a window than speak to his older brother. The hole in his heart that Antoine used to fit into was starting to crack open again just being in his presence. The harsh words that had flown between them the last time rung in his ears. They had crushed him and Luca knew he wasn’t ready for this. He wasn’t strong enough to face Antoine right now. “We don’t have to speak to each other. You walked out of my life years ago. There’s no reason for you to come back.” He wanted to beg Antoine to leave him alone. To plead with him to just stop talking. He couldn’t break down in front of him. Not again. It had done nothing for him last time.
“The past is... regrettable,” Antoine said, his lips pursed, his shoulders tense. What he’d said to his brother had been unfair even if, to this day, he still somewhat agreed with the sentiment behind it. Luca could be co-dependent but Antoine could be flighty as well. Was it as a big a problem as Luca had made it out to be? No. But they hadn’t had to come to insults over it. “Well, I am back, and I won’t be going anywhere for awhile so... So I think it’s time we talk about it. Like brothers.”
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noctrltt:
His eyes rolled out of habit as a response to his answer. Was his brother really so dull that he couldn’t figure out Gabriel was being an ass on purpose? Or did he just not give a fuck about him all together? Most humans defended themselves better than that. “They’d be too thrilled to talk to you that they wouldn’t notice what I’ve been doing. Want to bet me?” he challenged sharply before grumbling expletive at his brother for grabbing him and holding his wrist. For a moment he eyed the fingers and his wrist before looking back to Antoine. “You’re dumber than I thought you were. Can I have my wrist back? I don’t give a shit if you’re here. Free country.”
“Oh I think they might be able to take a brief moment to worry about their baby’s impending alcoholism,” he quipped. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand Gabriel’s anger or that he couldn’t -- in theory -- empathize with it. It was just... It was how things were and all of this, in Antoine’s opinion, was an overreaction. “Dumb for not rising to your bait? Why not? I’m sure you feel on top of the world now that you’ve graduated high school but there’s still a lot you need to learn.”
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jocals:
Cal limped over to the bar. He was a little too proud to bring his cane around with him, but he was instantly starting to regret it. The bar was going to help though, give him a place to sit and a drink to forget his problems. Expect there was another problem; the bar was busy, and he groan in response. “Been like this for long?” He asked the back back, “you think they’d be mad if we just hopped over there and grabbed our own drinks? I’m tempted. Big event like this means drinks to quell nerves.”
“Been mad since I sat down,” Kit responded with a shrug. Unsurprising, open bars were a hit at any event but especially when something was needed to take an edge of like, say, pending arranged marriages. “You want to hop over a bar, be my guest, but I think I’ll remain seated. I don’t want to be the first one they call the ambulance for.”
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cinderjewels:
“It doesn’t help that we’re all trying to drown our nerves in daiquiris, poor, stupid things that we are.” Lorilae had slid into the empty space near the first familiar face she’d seen. Thankfully, she liked this one well enough, smiling at him to prove it. Sober Her and Sober Him weren’t as close as their drunken counterparts, but he still helped ease her nerves. Sipping from her very pink drink she didn’t try to hide the mischievous glint in her eyes. “Maybe we should create a distraction? Give the guy a minute to catch up?”
“Who’s meeting the stranger their supposed to spend the rest of their life with sober?” Kit asked with a snort, nodding his head in greeting to Lorilae. The familiar face was more comforting than he’d expected; even if they weren’t close sober, he preferred her to the strangers. “What distraction do you propose? Because I’m not embarrassing myself without at least one whiskey.”
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feelingvera:
Sophie was already disheartened by her instinct to stand by the bar, quietly sipping at a glass of water as she watched the scene before her. She had her excuse, though – she wasn’t really a crowd person, especially due to how overwhelming it could be if she focused on the plethora of people there. Sophie did well to block out most emotions, but she felt a deafening blanket of JOY!!! and a pocket of tension beside her. Her brow furrowed as she glanced to her side, seeing a man sitting at the bar, expression unwaveringly tense. She swallowed, not having expected to be addressed whatsoever. “Um, definitely crowded, yeah,” Sophie muttered, reaching up to scratch behind her neck. Bringing attention to the amount of people in the room surely didn’t help with her attempt to shut them all out.
“I mean, you’d think they’d know to have gotten a bigger venue or higher more staff -- they’re the ones that sent out the invitations and all,” Kit continued, not paying too much attention to the awkwardness of the girl beside him. He wasn’t usually a chatty person but his thoughts weren’t good company at the moment. Being in such a larger crowd, surrounded by too many people that he didn’t know left his shoulders tight and his head buzzing. His drink taking as long as it was didn’t help either.
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