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Firefly_Wanderer Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Apr 19, 2013 3:58 pm
The final gambling floor this is an exclusive high roller area. Here is where the rich and famous come to play and you cannot get in without a specific invitation. There is no limit here and it is here that your luck is truly tested.
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 3:51 pm
  To say that the third gambling floor was extravagant would be an understatement. The ceilings, easily two or three times the height of a normal high rise floor, provided ample room for hanging decorations and on the spot entertainment. Easily once a day, a crew of entertainers would take the spot light and show off their skills in juggling, sword swallowing, dancing and much more. Today it was Omari's turn. He and almost thirty others would be spread out along the floor in teams of three and they would preform their acrobatic ability.
Omari and his partners were dressed in black tear away pants and shirts. They mingled with the crowd, commenting on the customer's good luck, or looks and wished them the best as they moved to others.When a voice came over their ear pieces, the teams moved into position. Omari was in the center of the floor, there isles crossed and the decorative flooring was the most beautiful. The three of them, Omari and the other two acrobats, named Horus and James stood facing each other with their heads angled down.. They were two of the best in their profession and had been hand picked by Omari for this presentation. Omari's breath was loud in his ears, muffling the sound of the machines and talking around him. He closed his eyes, going over the performance in his head though he didn't need to. His muscles knew ever move, every push, pull and bend.
Omari's eyes snapped open when a loud beat came over the speakers in the ceiling and walls. He raised his head up and from a pocket took a mask and raised it up to his face. It was a simple half mask, covering no further down than his cheekbones. Omari and the others started throwing themselves into a back flip. He ducked into a roll before launching himself between his partners. They reached out and grabbed his shirt and tore it from him as he passed, revealing a tight fitting, silver, sleeveless shirt. The process was repeated with the others only they wore purple shirts. The three of them built human towers, flipped and twisted in the middle of the gathering crowd. Eventually, their tear away pants were removed. Omari wore looser silken pants that matched his shirt. His shoes had been removed on the way to their position and his hair was in it's standard multi-sectioned pony tail.
By the time the performance was over, Omari had worked up a sweat and it dripped from his bangs. A final pose and the crowd erupted into applause. Omario bowed and stayed only long enough for a few people to get pictures and shake his hand. He didn't mind the attention, despite them not knowing his royal blood. It would be the closes to worship that he would get in America and he was content to have it, even if only for awhile. Omari and the others departed the crowd and made their way to a staff room on the far side of the floor. There was refreshments and towels waiting for them and the twenty-four others. Omari took a towel and wiped his face threw it around his neck before grabbing a cold beer. He wrapped his arm around Jame's neck and grinned at the whole crew. "Good work James, you out did yourself today." He pat the man on his shoulder before searching the rest of the room. He often saw his sister and brother in the various staff rooms after a performance. Though hard as he looked, the sea of purple and silver blocked his view and he decided to sit on one of the expensive looking couches on the west side of the room. A few of the other performers, male and female both sat with him, striking up conversation about their act and how it went.
The Ones That Bind: Unaffiliated
The Beasts Within: Content
Wings That Travel: Staff Room, Gambling Level 3
The Present Forms: Preformers
The Gods That Guide: OOC
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 8:15 pm
  The sway of the desert sands called to him their lullaby which was one that was as difficult to ignore as the song of the Greek siren though as impossible as it seemed the young pharaoh held his ground. The howls of Jackals called in his ears as his mind drifted to those desert sands of his homeland that was miles away at the current moment though the beast within never let him forget a second of what he was. Never would the beasts allow their master to forget that they were there waiting beneath his skin ready to defend the one they and the gods have chosen to be the next leader. The soon-to-be pharaoh was living much like his ancestors even if he did not see it with the blond and brunette dozing on either side of him with each snuggling into his physically fit body. Over his deeply tanned skin there were marks from the night's adventures beneath the sheets from hickeys to nail marks and beyond no one in that bed would leave it without some mark to show. Suddenly his peaceful dream was interrupted by the chirp of his cellphone not that he ordered a wake up call or anything but it seemed that this place could not function without something being miscalculated somewhere.
The blond on his left grabbed for the phone sleepily and handed it to him knowing full well that he was not asleep in the least as he had groaned at the sound of his phone. Unlocking the phone he grunted at the sharp blast of light that came from the slim smartphone it took a second for his eyes to adjust before he was able to read what the message had said. Muttering in Egyptian the limber man untangled himself from the two women ,who complained at the movement and very evident departure of their cuddle buddy, as well as the blankets that covered them all quite easily. Pausing in his upright sitting position he turned giving each of the girls a quick, but none-the-less passionate kiss, before slipping out of bed and pulling on his normal attire which was that of a three piece suit often in either a shade of grey or black with a red tie. Even with the suit his large tribal tattoo could still be seen crawling up his neck just to his hair line which with both being of black in color it was obvious why no one took much notice to it plus that smile of his. As he worked at his silk red tie he felt the warm pressure of one of the women leaning against his back while her hands seemed very focused on trying to find a way up his buttoned and tucked in shirt.
After trying and failing to get up his shirt her hands went down and played with the waistline of his pants making it very hard to concentrate which was the entire point as often happened after a night spent with the raven haired man. Finally finishing in tying his tie he pulled her hands from the edges of his pants as she was very tempted to go farther but as he stopped her he glanced over he shoulder and chuckled lightly before saying his goodbyes then heading out the door for work. There was nothing like being an accountant for a casino in Vegas as the city never slept so why should the people who worked at the many establishments that littered the strip in every which way including up. Slipping his phone into his pocket he walked effortlessly through the halls and onto the floor that he was needed on which he worked until he reached the third floor in which he noted that a performance was about to start. Little to his surprise he spotted his younger brother within the mix of performers which he paused on his way to the staff room to watch him work it was when he watched that he felt pride towards his brother no matter how much they tussled verbally they were still family.
He watched till the end leaning against the wall next to the door as he normally did while clapping lightly for his brother having tucked the paperwork under his arm and held his glasses in his teeth. Smiling coyly he slipped into the staff room pulling on his glasses and opening his file to look over the floor's expenses as he easily navigated through the busy room to find a seat that he was comfortable with until his brother entered the room. He quite easily watched the flow of traffic in and out of the door noting when his brother entered and even when the man went to sit on the other side of the room. Rising gracefully he closed the file, snagged a beer, and went to sit besides his brother in just as a gracefully manner as he rose much like he had been raised to do no matter how much he did not want that life he could not shake the training and tutoring he went through. Laying the file open across his lap he took a long swig from his beer before he spoke absently to his brother "Quite the performance you gave, Omari. Did you enjoy the spotlight and unbridled attention?" His voice was smooth and lacking the brotherly love that he often gave towards his sister and even his brother at times but in the staff room he rarely treated his siblings like they were blood related it was just how he worked.
He didn't want to create a burden upon himself if something happened in the public eye as he knew it was best to hold his siblings at arm's length in public to avoid them being used against him. He did not speak again instead he took another swig of his beer and regarded the file in front of him with as much interest as he did the rest of the people in the room which for someone who kept track of several floors at once he wasn't that bad at focusing on more than one thing at once. Not that his brother would agree but ah sibling love if it wasn't for that then the world would be such a dull place now wouldn't it? Conversing with the faithful: Omari, more people then he cares to note
Within the Tombs: Staff room, third floor, couch
Well That Doesn't add up: Well this is not supposed to be there.. oh right umm act brotherly...oops
One step from the edge: detached, proud, exhausted
Anubis within: Hopefully he doesn't come off as too of a meanie Ebonhold.. he's trying TwT
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 3:09 pm
  There was something to be said about the Great Basin Desert. Though there was no shifting sand dunes readily at hand there was the familiar beauty that she had known since birth. From her perch in her family's suite the dark skinned flower watched the sun rise pleased that she didn't have to leave the place to watch it rise or set. Wrapped up in a silken robe and not even dressed for the day, Omorose had spent the dawn contemplating the difference between here and home. If she closed her eyes and ignored the cars outside, she could almost pretend she was home again. This sensation must be what many call homesickness. As much as her mother drove her up the wall she did miss hearing her singing the morning praises to the gods. Her voice was rich and elegant holding a note of experience and wonder that Omorose knew she would never be able to mimic. That fact drove her a bit insane but it wasn't a competition merely the young comparing themselves to the old. Often she would join her mother though she never felt like she was quite worthy of being in a duet but it was something only the Din girls did. Early in the morning Omorose did as her mother would have been doing in the morning back home. The only time her voice could be heard though was in the quiet before her brothers awoke.
After the sun made it's full appearance from beyond the horizon, the teen retreated to her room to prepare for the day. She heard Omari leave probably to get ready for this today's performance and that spurred her into action. In moments the robe and silken pajamas were pooled on the floor leaving a trail to her bathroom. Call it silly but Omorose always took a bath, not a shower. She liked getting to relax and the oils her mother had taught her to put in since she was small kept her skin smooth and sweet scented. Lounging in the tiled room she couldn't but wonder if all this finery is what people did to make them feel like royalty. A soft chuckle left her at the thought as she lightly batted at a floating lotus. Here Omorose felt like she was on vacation from being royalty. Really people in the real world had no idea what it was really like. After a proper soak, Omorose slipped up out of the flower and oil infused water. Time to stop messing around. Her brother would be preforming soon and she had yet to eat let alone get decent for the day. Once she was dry the young woman slipped back into her robe and started about her business. Nothing to do really in the morning before the downstairs got busy.
In less then an hour she was properly dressed and ready to take on the day. Leaving her room, Omorose paused by her eldest brother's room only to smile. Apparently he hadn't left yet nor his roomies for the evening. A light chuckle left her as she moved away from the door and out of their suite. Her heels clicked lightly on the tiled floors as she entered the elevator and in moments the young woman was on the third gambling floor mingling with some of america's so called nobility. It wasn't her most favorite thing to do in the world but Omari performed up here and she enjoyed watching him work. Sweeping the room with her gaze a frown settled on her soft face. Where was Onuris? "Really what am I going to do with that boy?" Omorose muttered lightly as she plucked her phone out. A quick text to the eldest Din and hopefully he'd be on his way. In moments the performers started to get into position and they had her attention. Omorose always wondered where Omari got the skills to do what he did and watching him fly through the air as easily as an eagle made her smile with pride. Let one of these people deny her brother's skill, they wouldn't be doing it for long. Clapping with the others the blue clad figured moved easily through the crowd ignoring the looks of some of the younger patrons up here.
Slipping over by the bar Omorose plucked two small drinks sitting there waiting for her. Back home she would have gotten a small glass of wine herself but here in the lovely United States she was pushing her luck just holding the liquor. Moving easily through the staff door the Egyptian girl made light conversation with the tail end of the staff as they made their way into the after show room. It wasn't hard for her to spot the pair in the room full of people. Not many people created tension like Onuris and Omari. Someday those two would just get along....at least she hoped so. Maybe it was a brother thing? "Omari has to get attention somewhere. At least his doesn't involve getting naked with a new woman every night." She said a playful smirk on her face as she met the pair in time to her Onuris' comment. Holding out the glasses, some kind of expensive whiskey on the rocks (really she didn't get alcohol at all) she waited for them to take them before perching herself on the arm of the chair. "You're performance was wonderful though. Was that the new one I had gotten a peek of last practice?" She continued turning her attention to Omari. Onuris was just moody like always in public though she understood it to a degree. At least she didn't have a sister to contend with as well. Children of the Gods: Her brothers
In the endless sands: Staff room, 3rd Floor, arm of couch
Words of the prophetess: Boys....
As violent as a sandstorm Calm if not feeling a bit playful
Under the petals: Hidden Bloom
My goddess: Gah....she fought me. I hope it's ok :c
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Firefly_Wanderer Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 8:34 pm
Omari had noticed wisps of his siblings. Flashes of blue, black and red. He thought that perhaps he had even caught a glimpse of rainbow like eyes watching him. He was glad to preform for his family, to show off his skills. Though he felt like he was cheating. He had learned the limits of his body by using the bodies of other creatures. He felt the muscles moving, the efficiency in which they flowed. Mimicking the movements was relatively easy once he learned to control his muscles. That control came in handy now as Onuris approached. He felt himself forcibly relax and sit further back in his seat. His brother's appearance was as it always was. Neat, curt and telling everyone that he was better than they were, which by all means he was. He was the future ruler of Egypt, the one destined to take the throne as Pharaoh. Omari smiled and nodded in greeting to his brother as he sat. He took a sip of his drink as Onuris spoke. His tone and mood were expected, as was the snide comment. All the shape shifting man could do was open his mouth before Omorose slid into the starting conversation. The smirk that found it's way to Omari's face was playful but full of victory. "Yes, not all of us get the number of devoted subjects as you do, brother." he said, taking another swig of beer, finishing the bottle and setting it on the floor. "Not all of us get to be Pharaoh. He ensured he spoke quietly for the last few words, as to not gain attention from the surrounding staff members.
Omari smiled up at his sister in time to catch her appraisal as she sat. He reached out and gave her forearm a light squeeze as a show of his brotherly affection toward her. He nodded shortly, "Yes, indeed it was. Though you know you are not supposed to attend our practices. The men get distracted and the women jealous with your beauty in the room." He gave Omorose a mischievous wink. He signaled a friend to bring another round of drinks for the rest of them and he happily obliged. It was easy to build friendships and those mystified by that bond often did 'favors' for the other. Not that Omari planned to pay the favor back. With a second beer in hand he thanked the man and watched him scurry away to continue mingling. The staff was beginning to thin out now, most having only stopped in for a quick drink before turning in. Many had late night shows and their sleep schedule often had them sleeping the afternoon and evening away. It was fortunate that Omari didn't have a performance that night, perhaps he would spend the time with his dear brother. At that thought, Omari reached around Onuris, resting his arm on the shoulder of his expensive suit. "I propose we spend some time in the pool this evening, whether it be in the context of water or the table top game."
The Ones That Bind: Unaffiliated
The Beasts Within: Mischievous
Wings That Travel: Staff Room, Gambling Level 3
The Present Forms: Onuris, Omorose
The Gods That Guide: You haven't a clue how much he fought me T.T
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 10:48 pm
The desert was apart of him as much as he was apart of it if it wasn't for it being illogical some would say that the dark haired man bled sand as his exterior was that of the desert rough, distant, and unforgiving. The twenty-five year old man dealt with life like it was a business or that was how he was explained by those who only knew him on a public scale anyone who knew him personally would laugh at such a notion. He always seemed to be cold and calculating in the public eye but this was all a façade to protect himself and those he held close because in this desert , as any other, the moment weakness was shown it was exploited. As much as Oni could try he would always make enemies whether it was because he smiled at them in the wrong way or they see he wronged them in some way financially there was always a chance that his career would come home to bite him in the a**. This was why he regarded his brother and sister with a cool demeanor that held no love nor affection only cold, calculating steel that seemed unbendable to anything that went on. As much as he loved his siblings sometimes they took things too far one comment blew things out of proportion as always it wasn't like he was trying to be a total a** or anything.
Okay maybe he was trying to be a little bit of one but hey it was his brother it was how Oni showed his love when he could find no other way to do so which just seemed to make him a d**k oh well. Hazel variant eyes flickered in a rolling fashion as his brother opened his mouth it was one of those moments he knew that things were about to get even more tense and in a few short but painful words Omari caused hackles to raise. If he was in animal form they would be but in his human form the tension was shown in his jawline and his shoulders with a soft flicker that merely looked like his hair moving but his siblings would know better. Just to add insult to injury his sister hit him with verbal abuse right after the first hit it seemed she was really going in for the kill as he took a large swig of beer which he nearly spat out all over himself. Swallowing hard he set down the empty bottle to take the glass from his adorable sister before he spoke rather in an annoyed fashion "Omari, you know better than to bring up that word around me. Omorose, you know that isn't truly the case please refrain from saying such things I do not have to get attention in such manners all of the time and you know it." He said curtly as he took a smooth swig of the honey hued liquid that washed over his taste buds ridding the nasty after taste of the beer from them with ease.
Every fiber of Oni knew that his sister was at least being playful though his brother he was unsure if the man even understood the meaning of the word playful. Every time his brother spoke to him in public it made him feel like he was treading on his tail over and over with a golf cart but that was what it was like between the two of them it never was the same after the whole Pharaoh thing was let out of the bag. Oni leaned deeply into the couch half wishing he could sink into it just to get away from Omari but that was improbable so he looked down at his paperwork from behind his glasses which were sliding lightly down the bridge of his nose. Not that he minded as he grabbed them and pulled them off before rubbing the bridge of his nose to relieve the tension that coursed through him after his siblings verbal assault sometimes it sucked to be the oldest. Slipping his glasses back on he noted the thinning crowd seemed people needed to turn in for the afternoon which was a normal thing for the twenty-five year old male normally he would have thought that weird but now it was nothing more than a phase in his life.
Oni turned back to his paperwork just to feel his brother rest his arm over his shoulder which caused them to tense just a fraction every fiber of him wanted to throw his brother as if he was an attacker but that came from the years of physical training his father put him through. Taking a deep breath he grabbed his brother's arm and removed it from his shoulders in as gentle and non-aggressive manner as he could as it was not that he didn't like the physical contact with Omari it was just not wanted at the moment. Eyes flashed lazily as he looked up towards his brother over the black rimmed glasses with a slight curious expression as it was not odd for Omari to want to hang but it was kind of out of the blue for the oldest Din. Taking another sip of his honey hued liquid he looked at his brother before speaking in a calm and almost civil manner for once "Either one will do, Omari, as I have no plans for this evening I do not see why not. Though I must say a good swim does not sound that bad after a week like this previous one yet that is all up to you really I would go for either." His voice was level and very calm as he looked from his brother to his sister then back to his paperwork as he took a longer drink of his drink enjoying the light buzz it gave him like usual. Sometimes it took a little buzz to calm his nerves around his younger brother though that was not the only reason why he liked it this last week was hell for the accountant it was kind of nice to sit back with his family and enjoy a drink. Conversing with the faithful: Omari, Omorose, less people than before
Within the Tombs: Staff room
Well That Doesn't add up: Must learn to curb my tongue otherwise I might get hit
One step from the edge: Grumpy, Prickly, Amused
Anubis within: Sorry it took so long but here he is! I hope you like it <3
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