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 Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 11:01 pm
A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing-- private role-play
Players: We`rika and Azrael
Setting: We`rika's apartment, evening
--- God, he reeked. This wasn't a usual after work sweating, this was something unusually heinous he couldn't quite put his finger on. We`rika was actually pretty proud of himself. Now if only he had brad to wipe it on. Ah well, Fathle would have to do. If he was even home, the shaman hadn't seen his for few days. Not since they, ehm, tongue wrestled. Probably for the best since he wasn't sure what to say to the vampire right now. The shaman just wanted to take a shower and crash on the couch. Opening his apartment door, We`rika found the lights already turned on and an unfamiliar man sitting on his couch. "Who ******** are you?!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 11:19 pm
“s**t!,” the man said as he quickly stood up, nearly knocking his glass of water over with the abrupt change of his stance. “Look, before you go off and call the cops or something. I’m a friend of Fathle’s. Uh, I work with him. Name’s Jacob…”
He looked like he was about to offer his hand to shake but Werika’s rather hostile stare stopped him in his tracks. “Er, I’m sorry about all of this. Moved here because the modeling agency wants all of their boys living close by and my apartment application got delayed so…” Jacob smiled uncertainly as he quickly scratched his short, rough black hair while he quickly looked around Werika’s apartment. His suitcase was sitting incriminatingly next to the couch. “I swear, I’ll only be here for like a day and then I’m out of here.”
Jacob turned to the side abruptly while he mumbled another curse before facing Werika again. “Sorry. Fathle said he would tell you and give you a heads up but… er, seems like he never got around to it.” The slender man seemed to take comfort in running his fingers through his hair while his green eyes watched Werika’s face for any positive changes.
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Milk and Golden Honey Crew
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 1:55 pm
Unfortunately for Jacob, the only change was a darker glower as he sized up the young man. His brown eyes took a quick survey of his living room, making sure the kid wasn't just stealing s**t left and right. Not that he had much to really steal. Though commonly, thieves didn't really lounge about leisurely waiting for the owner to come home before dashing off. Plus the door had still been locked and in no way damaged. So it seemed so far his story was checking out.
But even still..... Fathle didn't seem the type to invite a stranger over, alone, without asking him. Maybe Jacob made the vampire an offer he couldn't refuse. Well either way, this string bean couldn't get away with anything now that We`rika was home so he might as well be civil. For now. "Where does Fathle even work...?" When you have all of eternity, he guessed a job kind of made the time go by a bit faster.
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 3:43 pm
Something like surprise and relief crossed the man’s face at Werika’s question. “Er… he works with me at the modeling agency, The Wilhem Modeling Agency… “ Jacob twisted his body back and forth during the slight awkward pause before quickly reaching for his suitcase, suddenly overcome with the desire to move it. “Here, sorry… I’ll move this.” Either the wiry body had some hidden muscles or the model hadn’t packed very many clothes at all because he lifted it up with one hand with swift ease. Jacob then walked over toward a less conspicuous part of the room and dumped his luggage down.
“So…,” the young man started as he hooked his thumbs into his belt loops and pulled his jeans upward slightly to fit more securely on his thin waist. Though Jacob still seemed slightly awkward at the moment, he had at least lost the initial jumpiness when Werika had verbally jumped down the poor kid’s throat. With this new found revelation that the angry man wasn’t going to throttle him, Jacob found his usual confident personality. “Werika, right?” he asked with a graceful shrug of his shoulders and a smile that reached his green eyes.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 11:25 am
We`rika did his best to keep his sputtering laughter to himself. A modeling agency? Really? Ohhh Fathle. He was going to bust that vampy's balls over this. Or at least get some pictures out of it.
As Jacob backed away, the shaman moved forward like a disgruntled animal. As much as he'd like to be nice, from what he's seen of generosity it never seemed to pan out for him. As long as this kid wasn't another apple-sucking douche like Zeke, there shouldn't be a problem, hopefully.
"Yeah..." He replied curtly, passing by the young man and toward his room to undress and take a shower.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 5:12 pm
“Nice to meet you,” Jacob said politely as he watched Werika brush past him and walk out of the room.
“Hey, I going to step out for a little bit so—“
The apathetic click of the door told the young man that Fathle’s roommate couldn’t really give two flying ******** about what he was going to do or where he was going to go. Jacob smirked slightly before quickly looking around for his jacket and making sure that his wallet was in his back pocket before walking toward the apartment door. The model hesitated for a moment, his hand perched on the rusty doorknob while his head turned slightly to stare back at the shaman’s closed door. For a moment, it seemed like Jacob was going to walk over to the man’s door and knock, but he decided against it and stepped out into the dingy hallway before closing the door behind him.
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