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High-functioning Marshmallow
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 Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 11:27 pm
..but, it seemed like he wouldn't have to. Yoakim had just spoken up in the midst of taking off his shirt and cleared up some previous conclusions, much to his disappoint. He had a really good idea going on there! He waved it away with a frown as he looked over the – aha~ Nice. Yes, very nice~! Kevin sure knew how to pick them, although, for all Benedikt knew, Yoakim could have been a fat slob back when Kevin was screwing him. ..He trusted Kevin would have been better than that, though. He did get with Benedikt, which shows class or at least some common sense. He stood up and went to get a closer look at the man, peering at his arms but altogether ignoring the tattoo because.. well, he didn't really care. Tattoos couldn't be sold, stolen, and they did nothing but make someone look good for the time it lasted – they were useless. Just a little symbol of rebellion or a drunken night or.. someone who didn't know how to spend their money. So, he simply gave a nod and a generic, “Looks brill, real brill..” before he pulled back a few steps and smiled as innocently as he could muster. He pointed at the man's arms, “How often do you five knuckle shuffle to get those, mate?” He paused for a moment before going on with just enough hope so he didn't look like a pushy, blubbering child, “..And would you okay me taping it for both our benefits?” ..Hey, Yoakim looked good! A solo would probably be enough to start the above quickly concocted plan! It would work until he realized there wasn't any teenage males on the island – or females, for that matter.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 4:11 pm
 
Five knuckle shuffle? Just what was that… Oh, damn Benedikt and his weird slang. Yoakim took a moment before answering, trying to figure out just what the man was talking about.. Well, one thing was sure, he was talking about his arms… Probably even about the muscles in them. He did get compliments about his biceps every so often… especially from Jacob, so he was probably asking how often he trained! Yeah, that made sense. ”Oh, well… I didn’t do it that often, but since the gym open I do it a lot there… Maybe three times a week? Of course, you know… Working up in the mines…. You can add another five there… So yeah, I guess pretty often?”, he answered the man with a slight shrug. Fun fact? He was doing it just about that often since he was with Ellie… eh, what could you say? Rape victims weren’t all that eager to have a wild night of naked activities.
As for the other question, Yoakim was about to ask Ben how filming him working out would be good or both their benefit, because, really, he just couldn’T see how that would be help any other them, but before he had time to ask that, the door behind him just opened up by itself! Well, no, not by itself, Keith and Conor were they one to have opened it, not giving a damn about knocking before it. Keith walked in the apartment, letting out a little whistle. ”Damn, man, place’s cool.” He said as he looked around, with Conor entering next to him and holding two pack of 24bears. Why was Conor bringing both? Well, Keith had told him that he should be bringing both because he was such a strong manly man. Yes, Keith was using him, but eh, what Conor didn’t realize couldn’t hurt him? ”The heck? No one told us it was strip poker. And we went out of our way to take cash from the register at the restaurant…”
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 12:45 am
 Following after Keith while holding the pair of twenty-four packs with as much 'nonchalant' he could muster. Why? Well, Conor knew for sure that he could probably handle, what, maybe four, five more of those suckers stacked in his arms easy – and he was showing it! Showing it by looking as bored as can be and stopping himself from cursing whenever his fingers felt like they would break whenever he tried to hold one of the packs by just one finger. 'Cause even his fingers were more muscled than most people – Lucas – and he had to show it, especially when Keith looked his way or anyone they passed by did the same. <********, yeah, he was being awesome right then and no one could take that away from him! Or so he thought just before he spotted a shirtless, buff, and goddamned Yoakim standing in the apartment they were heading into. He tried to hide how he glanced between his own arms and then Yoakim's, but he was pretty open with the glower he gave the blacksmith. Yep, there went his ego-high. He took a breath that certainly wasn't a huff and went to set the packs down on the kitchen counter while Keith whistled about the nice apartment. Conor took the chance to rub his hands and look at the actual people he was going to have to stand for the afternoon. Yoakim and.. some dude with green-hair and a funky hat. Not that Conor remembered the man's name from their last introduction, but the individual he was looking at was Benedikt (duh).
..Who was honestly wondering if Yoakim wasn't a chronic masturbater or if he just had it that rough with his horrible wife when the door had opened up and his attention was drawn to the brunette and blond who came in. It took a moment for it to click that these were the same men that had been talking it up with Kevin – or, well, one of them. The blond one was harder to tell if he really was that acquainted to Kevin or not, but, hey, even if he was just the brunette's friend, he was still obviously here for the game. Who else would come to the apartment like that with beer? It was just common sense to put those two together. He set a hand on Yoakim's shoulder and turned to the new pair, leaning casually like he owned the place – and everything in it~! Because, damn it, he just about did! In his mind, at least. It was one of the many wonderful tricks he had in preventing himself from remembering how he practically was poor. Ah, now that reality would utterly break him! Good thing his mind was aware of that so it could come up with such snazzy defenses~
“No, no, mates – Yoakim here was just watching the box, got a pan-handle, and wanted to bunk up with a ropey bloke.” He paused and glanced at Yoakim in thought for a moment before he gave a chuckle, patting his shoulder, “I'm pulling you, mate – sounded barmy there, didn't I?” That small chuckle turned into an outright laugh as he gripped the blacksmith for support – oh, such fun, this was~ He didn't know a relaxing evening like this would be so amusing! He cut it short and smiled in a sly way at the blacksmith, “'Course, give me a backhander and we may fix something up there – or help a bloke out. I got a video camera for whenever you're ready.” A thumbs up and wink later, he was moving over to the kitchen to check out the beer they had brought in, not expecting much of anything, really. Nothing that could match up to his tastes, at least.
Conor, instead of focusing on the confusing man eying the liquor, decided to go stand with Keith like usual. Where else was he going to go? When the only other people he could hang around was someone he couldn't understand and Keith's brother, there weren't many options. But, he could still stare at Yoakim in a secretly happy way – how was it a secret? Oh, well, he was still glaring at the other the whole time he was admiring him, so he was pretty sure it wasn't too easy to tell he was checking him out. Hey, Yoakim still looked hot! It's not Conor's fault that the guy didn't get fat and lazy like most married men did! ..And to think, Conor had actually wanted that at some point. God, those were weird and really baffling of days.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 12:27 am
Crimson walked into the door behind Kevin. It was rude to barge into a man's house after all, and Crimson was good on manners. "Thanks again for inviting me, mate. It's good to get out with other men, lad." He patted the man's shoulder gently an then moved his hands to his pockets to jingle his keys. It was somewhat comforting in the new and awkward environment. He could see a few other people ahead and smiled at them. "'Ello there, mates." He stood there a bit away from everyone in a slightly awkward fashion. He was trying to recall anytime he'd ever been around these guys and nothing was ringing a bell. So, it was a bit weirder.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 3:08 pm
If there was one word that could describe Yoakim’s state of mind perfectly, it would be ‘confused’. Oh, the man was so lost right now, it wasn’t even funny. In one hand there was the Brit who was talking nonsense, something about the beer, from how he had previously acted, and a video camera and God knew what. He was also quite touchy feely, but he doubted that meant anything. He wouldn’t try to pull a move on him, not that Yoakim believed for a second that he would, since he was married with children and everything, with the lawyer standing right next to them. No, he was just a very friendly man! Just like how Kade had been… But, he wasn’t Kade, so it probably didn’t mean anything. Then of course, there was the whole talk about a strip poker game… that wasn’t happening because of a box? That really didn’t make any sense. In other words, Yoakim choose to simply walk away and sit down at the table and simply smile and nod at the whole situation. This really was for the best…. He hoped.
”Hey, Keith. Conor.” He had slowly started to accept Conor. Not that he was happy that Keith had returned with him, he would have still preferred his brother with basicly anyone else, but… better Keith with Conor than with Blaire. The boy could handle his own, unlike his step-sister. Keith was used to that kind of live style that Conor liked, not Blaire. Better to just ******** one person than two! And well, from what he could see from the last year, the blonde boy was getting better at being a human being, so it wasn’t all that bad. At least he had a good job and wasn’t doing drugs… or that’s what he had heard from his brother, but who knew If he was telling the truth? Not that Keith would have any reason to lie to him, but eh, whatever. ”Didn’t have any trouble finding the place?” He had been the one giving them instructions after all… and, well, inviting them. Under Kevin’s suggestions, yes, but he still felt responsible for them tonight. If something went wrong, like them losing all their money, he would feel bad. Keith might have been an adult now, but he was still his younger brother.
If Yoakim was confused, Keith, on the other hand…. Was also confused. However, unlike his brother, he was finding the whole situation funny and just smirked at everything that was happening. He didn’t quite understand what was happening, but he knew that Benedikt had just made fun of Yoakim and that was enough for him to be smirking… especially when he looked at ’the box’ that Ben had referred too, trying to see what he was talking about and how the television (yes, he knew at least that much British slang) had anything to do with Yoakim being… well, whatever he was right now. ”Wait, you mean you and my brother were jerking at that?”, he asked Benedikt before pointing toward the television with a nod of his head. ”Daaaaaamn, Kim, didn’t knew you were so open. Having known earlier, I’d hate push more to add you in a threesome.” , Keith said in a half-serious voice and he leaned on Conor. Oh, he knew the boy had the hots for Yoakim ever since that cooking festival five years ago, and Yoakim was hot, so why not? Not like him and Keith had to actually touch each other during it… and even then. What was so wrong with incest? Not that he would make a move for it, but eh, nothing to be grossed out about.
”Ben, I thought I told you that if you are to make the moves on the ex-boyfriend, you had to wait for me to be here.”. Both LeBlanc brother turned around to see the pale layer walking in… with a very tanned redhaired something. Something that had a p***s. The pale/tan contrast of the two made Keith raised an eyebrow. It was… strangely hot. ********, everyone here was hot, himself included! Well, of course he was. He was third hottest thing in the room! Why, of course Keith was realist enough to know that he wasn’t the hottest thing right now. In order? Yoakim, Conor, himself, Crimson, Ben and finally Kevin, but not that he wouldn’t ******** Kevin either, in fact… ”Alright, I think we’ve been had. This isn’t a ******** pokergame, it’s an orgy, isn’t it?” Why else would so many hot people all gather under the same roof? Well, he had never been to an orgy before, this would be interesting! He had always wanted to be in one.
Kevin closed the door behind him as Crimson walked in, whipping out some of his hair. It had started to rain just before they had arrived, and by the look of it, this wouldn’t be any small rain either. Oh well, not like any of them were planning on leaving soon anyway. They had cards, money, alcohol and peanuts. Eveything for a whole night of fun and – ”Orgies?”. What? Was Yoakim actually offering that all of them got naked and – oh, no. He wasn’t. Not from the shocked expression on his face, at least. Both Kevin and Keith looked at the eldest LeBlanc man before laughing at him. Both of them thought the exact same thing at that moment. “man, he’s such a lost puppy.” Oh well, that was one of the reason why he was cute. Kevin walked closer to his ex and patted his back, still laughting.
”Don’t worry, you can hold the camcorder.”
”Wait-what?”
”He’s ******** joking, man.”
”Oh… Of course…”
”You’d obviously be the main actor of the video.” That was enough to make Yoakim stare at the two of them in utter horror. This had all been a trap orchestrated by his ex boyfriend and his own brother in order to rape him and tape him and sell it to the highest bidder? What was he? A piece of meat!? Was there a chance for him to escape? No, Conor and the tall redhaired man would probably be enough to restrain him. Oh god, he was doomed. He was… he was… ”You’re making fun of me ,aren’t you?” Oh yeah, he knew they were. Kevin had that smug expression he always had whenever he was mocking someone! He should have known. No way those guys were into gays orgies. That was just ridiculous. There was no chances for anything like that to happen. Still, that didn’t meant he hadn’t been stressed for a moment. He needed a beer now, goddamit, which was why he was now walking toward the kitchen to grab one of his own, open it and down half of it in one sip. Oh, it wasn’t as much the thought of the orgies, or it being gay that had been stressing him, but rather that by doing it, he would be forced to cheat on Ellie and that just wasn’t acceptable. She was his wife and he loved her, and he wouldn’t be cheating on her! He didn’t want the whole Kade mess to happen all over again.
”Of course I am, Captain. Now stop troubling yourself.” Kevin rolled his eyes and the whole Yoakim reaction and looked around to see if everyone was there. Yes, they all were. Benedikt, Crimson, Yoakim, Keith, Conor, and the most important of them all, Benedacon! Awh, just look at him and his little piggy tail! He bent down to grab the piglet in his arms and lift him up.”Everyone knows Crimson?”,he asked, pointing toward the Australian. ”We’ve met.” answer Keith, recalling the Treasure Hunt some years ago. It was hard to forget the man… with how tall and how…. Red, he was. ”Uh, hi. Crimson. I’m Yoakim.” Said the blacksmith as soon as he was done with his beer and was already opening another one. He didn’t remember him from the hotspring, but there were so many people back then and he hadn’t been very… showy. Unlike the Sonata brothers or the two wrestling men.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 4:28 am
Now, what all that was supposed to mean before he got distracted by his pig hate – damned prissy princess – was that Yoakim had to be intelligent – at least mildly intelligent. Him smiling and nodding couldn't be for no reason, so he had to believe that it meant he was.. fine with the idea.. of being taped while masturbating. Or the television had just said something to make him agree, though considering it was porn and the majority of it's dialogue had to do with horribly done pick up lines and moans, he would say it was entirely unlikely that had anything to do with it. Unless it was a moan he was agreeing with? Like he was agreeing that, indeed, whatever the man was doing must feel good and thus deserve a moan from the fellow receiving it? ..No, wait, that didn't make sense! He shook his head at just how confusing Yoakim was being. He could kid himself all he wanted, but, honestly, he knew that the man wouldn't do what he wanted without a few brews in him first. ..Still, he didn't feel like standing around wondering just why he was nodding and smiling at seemingly nothing when there were other things to do. Such as look at the blonde man and ask him if he had ever starred in a pornographic film and if he was at all interested. Yoakim was too straight-laced sober, but the blonde seemed rebellious enough to want to spite daddy or something with a – ah. He frowned as Conor had already left to stand near Keith, leaving Benedikt alone. Alone with a couple of twenty-four pack beers. This felt more like something his father would be doing rather than the perfectly happy and not lonely in the least Benedikt.
..But, a happy person didn't mind a brew once in awhile, did they? So, however eerily similar this felt, he still opened up one of the packs and took a can out for himself. It was, what, Fall around now? Benedikt hardly paid attention to the dates anymore; no need to now.. Well, either way, it shouldn't be that warm – and hadn't he heard beer tasted it's best warm anyway? So, it wasn't a very hard decision to make to take that first sip – even if it turned out revolting. How much had they paid for this?! It tasted like.. like a cheap.. cheap beer! ..Yeah, there wasn't much other ways he could describe it that sounded more severe, but simply because 'cheap' was the worst word in his dictionary. If someone was buying something for him to take, they may as well go the extra mile for it! Damned, selfish, greedy.. He shook his head and took another drink, pausing in his silence when Keith finally looked at the television and noticed the source of the moans that Conor had been slowly noticing since he first walked in. It should be obvious why the man had picked up on the fake groans right off the bat – a nice little skill he picked up on to up his ego whenever he was with Keith – but, to anyone else in the room, it was something he kept tightly to himself. A fact that would stay that way and one to explain why he made a half-assed attempt to look as surprised as Keith had. His grin wasn't as excited as the others, though, and he didn't even bother to try to make it seem as such. ..Mostly because he found a whole new reason to look surprised and excited – Yoakim and that.. uh, guy with the hat were jerking off together? ...Why did that excite him? Oh, who the ******** cared? He still perked up and looked at them, finding his eyes on Benedikt because, well, he doubted that Yoakim would answer that one.
“Yeah, 'course I did. ..But, I'm just a gobshite – grassin' me up is like gabbing the trainspotter likes trains.” He said with a shrug and chuckle at his own expense, although Conor wasn't aware of that in the least. All he heard was the confirmation, which was enough to have him grinning full on and looking back to Keith. Benedikt frowned at that, slowly losing interest in confusing the lot with his speech. All of his jokes were falling flat! Why? It wasn't because Benedikt wasn't funny, it was because they were too stupid to understand! Did they skip the course on contextual clues or did they just drop the courses altogether?! He didn't know and, really, he didn't care as he took another sip of the beverage in hand. Ah, he didn't like this whole 'sitting in the background with a brew' thing he was picking up on, but.. hey, Benedikt didn't know what to do in this situation. He had half a mind to try talking the blond away and into buying an apple of unequaled power among apples! It would truly be such a precious buy for any onlookers, but.. Conor was too focused on looking, finally, not pissed off to pay attention to Benedikt. Even if Benedikt had tried, Conor wouldn't have left Keith's side – it felt too weird to do so without any good reason, especially in a room full of people like this. Despite being rather different, Benedikt and Conor did share the awkward feeling of being social. What could they say for themselves? Both just didn't allow t he chance to get used to this situation, but, at least, their counterparts had. Unfortunately for Benedikt, his was off doing god knows what.
So, it just meant he had to make the best of the situation! He could socialize without any thought of gain at the end of it! He spoke to Yoakim rather well! Although, the man did own a jewelry shop and befriending him could allow him access into said shop, which could be full of all kinds of precious jewels~ Ah, he would be able to get so many things, sell them off at a 'bargain' price to one of the rich nitwits on the island or maybe even online to someone somewhere else, and maybe keep an emerald for himself as a sort of trophy.. ..Yes, this whole thought process informed him that he shouldn't be practicing his innocent communication practice on Yoakim. So, he looked off at Keith – what did he do? He didn't dress like he had anything worthwhile that Benedikt couldn't already get.. In fact, if Benedikt remembered right from his readings of the paper – the old papers included considering how bored he could get at times – Keith had been a stripper. Which, automatically, pegs him as too poor to be any interest – but he could be useful inside a film if he knew any tricks! A nice body too, so it would be fine even as an amateur – no, wait, there was benefit there.. Ah, then – Conor! He had absolutely nothing.. Oh, wait, he owned the inn. Benedikt really ought to stop reading the paper; it was making choosing a conversation partner more difficult than it should.. But, between them all, he supposed Keith was the best choice, so he grabbed a second beer and started to approach him – but a voice disrupted his friendly greeting, stopping Benedikt in his steps.
Kevin had just walked in and, as everyone else had, Conor and Benedikt had both paused to look, although Conor was far more indifferent compared to Benedikt's excitement. Conor shrugged after a second of looking and went back to staring at Keith in hopes the man was honest when he said he would push for a threesome. ******** marriage, Conor had been wanting that for years – not that he would say it aloud, but, eh, Keith probably already knew it. Though, the taller seemed more focused on the pair that had walked in – what? They looked – well, they looked good, actually. ******** Yoakim for distracting him into thinking otherwise! He shook his head and looked at them fully, while Benedikt was blessing his stars and approaching Kevin as quick as can be. “Cor blimey, mate, what took you? It's been tit's up – not one doughnut got a Scooby Do here! Just been tin bathing by –” He stopped, however, before he could fully reach the man as Keith had spoke up to say something interesting – oh, so interesting. An orgy? He glanced over the males in the room – yes.. yes, that would have done much better than a solo.. He opened his mouth to say something – probably to point out that an orgy would be much more profitable than the poker game they were planning in the long run, but Yoakim spoke and he shut his trap. Damn it, he wasn't used to having to wait or, really, he wasn't used to being ignored like this! Of course, Kevin, Yoakim, and Keith all obviously knew eachother, but.. still, Benedikt deserved some kind of respect, didn't he?! He frowned and stepped back to stand near Crimson, who seemed to be just as dropped in the background as he was feeling. He handed him the beer he had grabbed as a peace offering to whoever would get his attention, but it was done rather agitatedly instead of what he had originally intended.
“I don't think you're tool enough to try to jump into that, ma –” Oh, yet another cut off – but, this time, it had been done by himself! A realization just hit him and he grinned broadly, instantly cheered up, at the man he was standing next to. “You! Mate! You.. you said it! Ah, mate, bloke, guv – where have you been?” He spoke eagerly, finding an actual benefit here to socializing with this chum that wasn't monetary in the least! Ah, such a lovely feeling he had~! “All these smegheads suss nothing on us blokes – been driving me to the crazy house, believe me, mate. But, you? You're sweet as a nut on this, eh? Yeah, yeah?” He nodded with a chuckle and a pat to the man's shoulder, “Yeah. Which part you from, eh?”
So, while Benedikt was standing with Crimson and eagerly talking to him, Conor, who had ignored the hell out of the man, was utterly lost next to Keith as the men started on Yoakim. Sure, he found it all amusing, but it wasn't like he felt very.. well, uh.. comfortable? Yeah, that was it. This entire situation was making him uncomfortable. It had been the normal 'Deal with it.' situation before when they were just Yoakim and Benedikt – he could have leaned or grabbed or touched Keith in someway to better help him adjust to the new surroundings, but.. Now that Keith had started to become a part of the new surrounding, it was hard to use him as a source of real comfort. To be straight, he had lost his sole comfort zone the moment Keith started to laugh at Yoakim's expense and join in with Kevin in teasing the man. Yeah, Conor had snickered along with them, but he quickly found himself drawing back into silence as they began to talk like old friends – which.. they were. It was weird to watch and, as he did, he felt an odd feeling of envy at it. It wasn't anything new for Conor, considering that envy had existed since before he could remember, but.. It had certainly been awhile since he let it really bug him much. Keith looked to be enjoying himself, though, so he kept quiet and watched on in boredom. He only spoke up when Kevin had asked a question that even Keith answered, finding that his cue to chime in as well, “Eh.” He shrugged and gave a glance at Crimson. Had they met? ..Probably not, but he didn't care either way. It wasn't like he really knew anyone in the room outside of Yoakim and Keith to begin with, and one of those was little beyond a punch in the gut and a few less than enjoyable run ins.
Benedikt looked over at Kevin and gave a thumb's up, “Us? Oh, yeah, we're old fruits already! Benedikt, by the way.” He added with a glance at Crimson, doubtful that the man had actually heard his name yet. He would have lingered longer on the fact that Kevin had the damned pig in his arms and, thus, made it so the animal had somehow been included into a situation that Benedikt had felt shoved out of, but.. he had met a fellow chum out of it, so he could hardly do much aside from frown at the animal and look back at Crimson eagerly for some delightful slang that only he would understand~!
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 11:06 am
He did find some comfort in two things, though. One was that there was another guy that didn't seem too fond of the orgy idea and the second was that they appeared to be joking. He was partially relieved when the subject was changed, but he went right back to feeling awkward when the subject was changed to him. At least it wasn't about how weird his hair was or how old he was. It wasn't even about his accent; it was just if everyone knew him. He looked around to each one as they spoke next, Keith was first. "Yeah, yeah. I remember you, mate. We traded cigarettes for information, mate." He smiled at him, if anything at least he somewhat knew two of them. That was almost half, so it was good. He then smiled at Yoakim as he greeted himself. This was the guy that didn't seem to like the orgy idea. Maybe he would need to make some kind of alliance with him. "'Ello, Yoakim." He nodded to the man and noticed that he looked somewhat familiar. He couldn't for the life of him place exactly where though and decided it was probably just a random festival or something.
He then looked over at the man that was standing next to him and took the beer. "Ay, thank ya, ma--" He popped the can open and looked at the guy with a strange look on his face. He wanted to ask him what, but he seemed to really have something going on in his head and then he just kept talking. He took a swig of the beer and continued to watch the man. He looked over to the only other person to not greet him and smiled when he let out the little eh. It seemed that this guy wasn't too talkative, but he didn't mind at all. That was less prying about his age. He turned his attention back to the man next to him now, whose name he finally knew. "Ay, Benedikt. Good on ya, mate. I think you might have me confused though, mate. I'm not a brit, at least that's what I think you are, right mate? I'm from the great down under, mate. Adelaide to be precise, mate." He took another drink of the beer, a larger one this time. Hopefully the beer would make it easier for him to talk about himself. Goddess, why couldn't they want to know about the pig or some other animal question?
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 7:55 am
-Iris-
//TotalTimeParadoxBoysandGirls. Who was next on her list? Why Kevin! He was... an interesting one. Everything he did would be considered immoral and such, but Iris just loved watching him and what he could come up with. Not everyone could fake being blind, terminally ill, in a psychological turmoil, yet sleep like a baby with most under his thumb. Truly an art! Which also got him this apartment, which she loved. The view was amazing, even in the dark. In fact it distracted her for a few minutes, watching that clear view of the sea, before remembering what she was here for. Moving to the bedroom, she stopped at the bedside table leaving a letter addressed to Kevin McMahon with an ice sculpture of the male... naked... just with glasses. Now the letter was quite artistic itself, as the whole message was written to form an odd shape. This one was simply a pair of small sunglasses. Like the ones he used! Of course instead of clean lines, it was words! Would you look at that? Her list was getting smaller! What joy!
Dear Kevin~
What is your secret human? You are so intriguing! I don't give you props for that whole Hansel thing, but it was about time you two stopped seeing each other! But alas you two are wonderful now~ Still I want to hear more of you... or see... something else than plotting through that apartment. I know what that view is for! You're a super villain pretending to be blind to conquer the world! Admit it! And every week that is no poker, that's a disguised meeting to conquer the world! ...Which I approve! Sure I accepted the fact about no babies, which means no wedding, oh wedding blues... I so want one... But anyways back on track, I can support a conquering the world plan. JUST be sure to make in artsy~
From your icy illusion...
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 10:50 pm
Perhaps it was a good thing that Neither Yoakim nor Crimson were able to remember exactly how they had met, for them saying outloud that they knew each other from bathing naked with a bunch of men might actually have turned the orgy joke into a real thing, not that all the other men’s currently there would have minded it… In fact, it was probably because of Yoakim and Crimson that the whole evening hadn’t already turned into an orgy… and a little bit because Benedikt liked money more than sex, but no one had said they couldn’t do both at the same… Either way, perhaps due to luck, perhaps due to their mind blocking the incident away to save their sanity, neither of the men was remembering that day almost 3 years ago on the dot, and it was well better like that. The Blacksmith, being the oblious man that he usually was failed to noticed Crimson’s awkward and simple decided to open himself another beer instead of helping the man out of being the subject of the moment. Wasn’t that Yoakim’s third beer already? Oh well, he had a high tolerance to alcohol and he needed to relax If he wanted to survive the evening, something that he wasn’t quite sure he’d be able to do anymore.
”So, uh, are we here to talk or to play poker!?”, he ended up asking. That was why they were all there, after all! They had come to do the manliest late night activity that men would do! A Gay Orgy! Playing Poker! Oh, he should teach Wilhelm how to play it! Was the boy a little too young for that? Perhaps… Yeah, he should wait a year or two. He raised his eyes toward the other people currently there, having to do so since he was the only one currently sitting, and waited for a positive answer. Unfortunately, Keith spoke first. ”You just don’t want to be the bottom b***h of a gangbang.”, He told his brother with a slight smile on his face. He had a hand around Conor’s back, with the tip of his finger slightly in his pants, just enough to be passed the rubber band. For two boys who used to act all cool and everything, they sure didn’t care about showing off they were together anymore, especially since that one talk they had, not quite long ago.
”Oh, just shut up Keith. Sometime, I wish wish you’d go back to be mute”, the older LeBlanc threw to his younger brother. He loved Keith, he really did, but sometimes… oh, he had daydreams about bringing him with him to the minds and offer him as a blood sacrifice to that weird shrine in the bottom of it. ”You’re just jealous my boyfriend is better looking than your b***h.” Keith simply replied, same smirk as usual on his face. As for Kevin, he simply rolled his eyes at the brother’s batter. Boys would be boys or something like that. He went in the kitchen to poor himself some wine (because he was too sophisticated for something like beer), came back to the table and sat himself next to Yoakim. ”Sorry, Captain, no can do. We’re missing another member for the night.” The lawyer’s word were enough to have both LeBlanc’s brother stop arguying to instead stare at him. Both of them thought that everyone who would be there was there already. Who else was invited? Knowing the kind o person Kevin seemed to like having around, that is, fairly attractive males who slept with other males, both male had the same idea at the same time, and both coupled with fear. The next member was Kade. Oh, of course there were more gays and bisexual males on the island, but none that both of them knew as well. While Yoakim was semi-scared of the awkwardness that would happen, Keith was getting in a state of panic! Having the blue haired mess there would only ruin everything! Oh, and the night seemed so promising too! Without wasting a moment, he decided to do some damage control. If he couldn’t evade Kade, he could at least keep him semi away! He walked fast toward the table, dragging Conor with him by the waist of his pants and sat the blond boy right next to Yoakim and himself next to him. ”Crimson! You sit here, dude.”, he said to the Australian while tapping the free chair next to him. That way both him and Conor would be safe from any blue germs.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 4:32 pm
 Ah, finally someone worth more than a handful of pennies. That made her so happy that, probably for the first time that night, she didn't even thought of breaking the window to enter and actually made a small effort by using fairy magic and popping inside the apartment, still ridding her armoured hummingbird. It was a really beautiul place! Almost as goo as the Sonate Mansion, but could something on the island really compare to it? She wondered for half a second, all the time she would allow herself to care about someone else than herself, why the Kevin guy wasn't under her. He would have made a good follower. Still she wasn't there for the owner of the place, but for the guy who used him. She flight around the apparment trying to find a good place to rest the plate of Gourmet Pork with Balsamic Caramelized Pear on a bed of Greens, with a napkin made our of five dollar bill on the kitchen table with a letter next to it.
Benedikt, while you might not be worth more than a second glace, you are at least worth something unlike most people on this island. There might be only 2 or 3 on the whole island better than you. You see the problem here? Yes, the problem is that there's people better than you. Tell me why is that? Why aren't you striving to be the best? Do you like being in someone's shadow all that much? Still, you aren't a total disappointment. You were bright enough to get yourself a man who was willing to pay everything for you and give you a nice place to live in! However, while that might stop all your waste of money in trivial things such as bills and rent and food, it still doesn't make you rich! Now that there isn't anything lowering your bank account, why aren't you filling it up? Stop being lazy and get to it! I don't care how as long as you do it! In fact... why not keep doing what you do best and get other man to just give it to you? Go sleep around more! The General Store owner is a slut! Sleep with him and blackmail to tell his girlriend if he doesn't give you money! Go sleep with Winemaker too! You could get gifts of wines to sell away! Even better! The Doctor! Oh, think of all the drugs you could get from him! You could make a fortune! I'm sure your boyfriend wouldn't mind at all! It's for the common good of your wallet after all! And if he does care, well then, he doesn't need to know it, now, does it? Also, I think it's about time you come and bring me gifts. I'd like a bottle of high quality Merlot or a diamond. Aren't I nice? Giving you a choice like that.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 9:55 pm
If anything could make Benedikt's face fall quicker, he had yet to meet it. Had it been such a long time since he'd met a true Brit that he would mistake an Australian for one?! How could he be so stupid! ..It was the pig's fault. Damned princess was distracting him from reality! Another reason why they needed to kill and eat it as soon as possible. ..He could take it to see Emery; the kid had a knack for creatively killing every pet they brought home back when he was trying to live with the lot. He looked back to where he last saw the little pig as he brooded, glowering at the now vacant location for a split second before bucking up with a grin at the Aussie. Hey, sure, it wasn't a Brit, but he was better than nothing! Plus, if that glossy hair meant anything, the man was decently off. He had some form of cash and Benedikt would be foolish to not try to ascertain how much. Yoakim, he was a family man, probably learned to be careful with his money. He'd already bagged Kevin, while Conor and Keith obviously weren't very high class either, if the cheap beer meant anything. It left Crimson to be his best mate at this little party and he wouldn't be dropping him anytime soon! He only gave a brief glance off to the others as they went on about the gangbang idea, not caring much – hold up. Orgy was nice and all, but it wouldn't make them any money! Benedictus taught him that much at least! He turned toward them in a mild panic that didn't carry beyond his eyes when the conversation had gone on elsewhere to seating arrangements. Orgies didn't need seating arrangements last he remembered, so he had to assume his poker game was saved. Perfect.
“Let's head off then, mate.” He said back at Crimson, not responding very much to his comment on his, well, Australian-ness. Keith wanted to sit next to Crimson, which was fine, so he situated himself on what he guessed would be the opposite side of the Australian. Conor, on the other hand, was already seated beside Keith, as the man had practically dragged him off to the chairs before he could really say anything. Not that he was going to anyway – he had pretty much been ignoring Yoakim and Keith's banter in favor of staring at the wall. Because walls didn't support incest and act as though they were about to pounce on some d**k of a guy. He would have probably been giving warning stares at Yoakim instead, but Keith's hand was enough to keep him at bay from doing that. It wasn't as much of a risk now, right? Keith did tell him he was that too and he doubted he was that with Yoakim, right? Yeah. ********, yeah. Conor grinned – oh, yeah, he was surprised he forgot about that talk~ It officially made it so Yoakim had no ******** chance with Keith and.. ********, if he wasn't going to shove that in the other's face. Cue Conor slipping his arms around Keith and tugging him towards him, just enough to force the other to lean on him. He glanced at the blacksmith and, to further emphasize it because he was sure Yoakim wasn't the brightest of the bunch, he mouthed out, 'Mine.'
Neither Benedikt or Conor even paid attention enough to know a third individual was coming to join them, both being focused in their own respective business. But, it became clear when a doorbell rang throughout the apartment, drawing both of their attentions to the door automatically. On the other side, to where neither could possibly see, none other than Kip stood, eying a cigarette in contemplation of whether he should put it out or not. It probably wasn't a very notable individual to arrive at the apartment's door as Kip was little more than a nameless face to the majority of Nirvani, which was exactly why he had participated in that white day auction. He didn't like leaving very much, not without some kind of purpose, but a comment from Ed had him changing up his schedule. Though, it wasn't by much – being 'bought' was hardly anything new, he just didn't get the money in his pocket this time. Stupid, but it was normal by the island's standards. He glanced back at 'Kevin's' apartment. He would have arrived 'without clothes' as the note had requested, but it was cold. Be damned if he stripped in this weather.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 4:01 pm
But, there was a distraction from his great plan. His eyebrow quickly rose when Keith called his name and he then looked back to Benedikt. Happy that the man wasn't going to drag on and on about his use of mate, he walked over to the table and sat down, laying his beer in front of him. He looked at all of the men at the table in a self-conscious check to see if any of them were ogling him. For all he knew, these men were all savage cannibalistic homosexuals and he didn't want them to be watching his every move. He then spotted Conor and noticed that his eyes were on the wall. "Great, aren't they, mate?" He was happy that he finally found something to say, but was pretty embarrassed about what he had come out with. That wasn't normal for a person to just say. But, it seemed the heavens opened up and like a great ray of sunshine telling him that he didn't need to go out and make babies and that this was the place for him to be... the door bell rang. He was overjoyed, but kept it cool. He took a quick drink and watched the door, leaning back in his chair like he belonged here.
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