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Post by xmindfreak on Apr 3, 2007 21:31:06 GMT -6
For the remainder of the bus ride into Las Vegas, Blake has glued his cheek to the window yet again and let his loud, angry music fill his ears until the large vehicle stopped completely outside of the hotel. He had simply dropped his suitcase by the door of his hotel room before most anyone else, and disappeared into the land of the sins. Sin City. What couldn’t you find here?
But, of course, this was Blake, after all. Pretty much the king of being boring. He hated to party. Didn’t like dancing. Has some sort of grudge against alcohol and scantily glad females. Again, why the hell was he even here? Oh. Right. For the magical experience. Every single one of his favourite magicians had started something in Vegas, so he had to as well. Life was always so hard, hm? After mindlessly wandering around the large city for hours, he found himself downtown once again. His awkwardly long hands shoved into the pocket of the denim cladding his bottom half, Blake let his bi-colored eyes stare silently at the dirty cement sidewalk as he weaved his way through the large crowds of people. His shoulders pushing past too many others to count, he sighed softly, eyes finally looking up to one of the many neon signs on the road. A club. He’d never been into one in all seventeen years of his life. Sure, he’d been to posh parties held in bars, but that was about it.
Sliding sheepishly past one of the large bouncers standing outside of the building, he immediately entered a new world. A word where lights flashed in bright, neon colors. Where music blasted through speakers until it made your ears bleed. A world of sweat, alcohol and flesh on flesh contact. Had no one ever heard of clothing anymore? Raising his pierced eyebrow at the crowded dance floor, Blake immediately pushed himself onto a stool at the long, granite counter of the bar. Dressed in a modest black dress shirt and grey blazer, the English male uncomfortably shrunk in on himself to avoid touching anyone.
A simple diet Coke sitting boredly in front of him, Blake simply withdrew the ever present deck of cards from his jean’s pocket and lay them onto a free, dry spot on the counter. Setting up a simply game of Solitare, he boredly handled the cards gracefully. Well, the atmosphere was different. But, see? Blake Lucas was a wet blanket. He hated partying. So, why was he in a club?
|ooc| Apologies that it's so damn junky xD.
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Post by kitahoshi on Apr 3, 2007 22:25:54 GMT -6
Yes, the night was still young and the ride was long. It was nice for the young girl to finally get out of that stuffy bus. During the entire trip to the neon lit city, Kita listened to her music or observed the other students on the bus. She was an outcast. No one really bothered to speak to her. The girl was not from Cali or even this side of the world. Of course, it would be hard for her to fit in.
For a small portion of the night, Kita wandered the streets of Vegas. There were others like her. Others from the little island of Japan. They walked in their group, giggling while showing of their cute bags and legs under tight mini's. Kita only watched while they walked by. They spoke her language, but a different dialect. They would have nothing to do with her.
Swiftly, the girl made her way through the streets, weaving between drunks and tourists while bright neon lights flashed at every corner. The night was young and alive. She wanted to be a part of it.
Quickly, the small girl nimbly crept by the rather large bouncer and entered a place that felt a bit more lively. The music pulsed through her ears as the smell of cheap perfume and perspirant filled her nostrils. It all felt so familiar but looked so strange.
Kita pushed her way through couples and groups rubbing against each other until she reached the bar. She pulled herself onto an empty stool as she motioned for the bartender.
"Pepsi." Her voice was a bit harsh. She missed home. The girl felt so alone in a vast sea away from everything she knew. Kita rested her head in her hands as the music pumped louder and louder.
"Here ya go." The barkeeper pulled out a tall glass and shot the beverage through a soda gun. Running a hand through her hair, she grabbed her glass with the other hand. The ice cold drink ran down her throat as she chugged, emptying almost half of it before setting it back down.
The girl sat there for a while, staring emptily to the glass in front of her. What was this? Something had caught her attention. Playing cards were set out on the counter next to her and someone was playing a game. Quietly she watched the hands place the cards down.
"What are you doing?" Curiously she asked. She didn't even bother to look up, she was intrigued by the moving hands and cards.
{OOC: I'm sorry it's put together so poorly.}
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Post by xmindfreak on Apr 3, 2007 23:34:56 GMT -6
His bi-colored irises concentrating harshly on the dark cards in front of him, Blake continued to silently move the cards neatly over each other in the simple game. His signature deck, this one actually, with its black font and back, its numbers and suites either in red or white, remained in perfect condition despite his hard handling during the game of Solitaire. He had first accustomed this particular deck during a talent show; while searching for props in an old junky second-hand shop, his eyes flickered onto the battered deck, covered with dust and a longing to be loved again.
Hearing a harsh, accented voice caused Blake to jump about a foot in the air off his seat. Sighing softly, he turned his eyes to look at Kita. Okay…so maybe this trip wouldn’t be so bad. Even for his modest, asexual behaviour, he had to see she was a nice piece of eye candy. And didn’t seem to sell it either, even better.
Raising his left, pierced eyebrow at the Asian girl, he shrugged boredly. “Playing a game,” turning his gaze back onto the cards, he effortlessly fanned the cards in his left hand out into a neat fan, pulling three face up at a time. “Solitaire.”
|ooc| I liked it =]. Your character is just too cute.
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Post by kitahoshi on Apr 4, 2007 0:12:40 GMT -6
"Sol - i - tear." She first tried to pronounce it then once again she said it, "Solitear?" Yes, it was a bit off, but she wasn't born into the language.
Kita lifted her head to see the boy fan the cards out perfectly. She watched in amazement as though a child discovering new things. Slowly, her eyes began to scan him, moving from his hand along his arm. Down and up his designer label sleeve, Kita's eyes finally traced the boy up to his face. What fascinated her the most were his eyes. They were so different from hers or any other set of eyes she was used to. Yes, the shape and form they were in unique, but their colors were unusual from any other she had known. They were different.
Enchanted by his eyes, the girl began to conjure theories as to why his eyes were as they are. Of course, she should've learned this at school but perhaps she was asleep in that class or the information just didn't stick. Anyways, like any Japanese animated heroine, words slip out when in deep thinking process, though this wouldn't really be that deep.
"Why are your eyes different?" Realizing she spoke what should've stayed in her head, Kita gasped then quickly covered her mouth with both hands. Coincidently, her elbow knocked her half-full glass over. The carbonated drink spilled all over the counter, included the cards that laid in its way. Oh, dear.
"I am sorry!" She screamed out as she quickly placed the glass in an upright position. Once again, but in an ashamed tone, she apologized.
{OOC: Thank you.  }
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Post by xmindfreak on Apr 4, 2007 1:06:16 GMT -6
Hearing her attempting to pronounce the game’s official name, Blake smiled softly to himself before turning to her. “Close. Sol-i-tAre. You want to put more emphasis on the ‘A’” His voice gentle and patient, he could feel her eyes examining his body and face. Continuing to let his awkwardly long fingers handle the cards delicately, as though he thought of them as a priceless piece of artwork, his gaze become intent once again on the simple game before him.
Why were his eyes different? Sighing softly, ignoring the ruby-red coloring ascending from his shoulders up to the back of his neck and around to his throat, the English magician turned to her again. Looking over his shoulder with his bi-colored eyes, he shrugged. “I guess because I was born with them,” his thick accent mellowing out his tone.
A loud swear slipping from his vocal cords, he quickly pushed his stool away from the counter to avoid getting the liquid spilt right onto his lap. Rubbing his forehead with his damp hand, Blake stood up, holding a few napkins in his hands. “It’s fine,” picking up his ruined cards, he cursed softly to himself. Well now, it was a wonder when they would get ruined.
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Post by kitahoshi on Apr 4, 2007 15:28:20 GMT -6
The spill continued to slowly spread. Kita managed to scrounge up a few napkins and began to pile them on top of the bubbling soda.
Now you've made a fool of yourself. And look! You ruined his cards! Just clean it up and buy him a new set of cards. Perhaps he won't hate you as much.
Sighing, the girl began to swipe up the mess with the soaked napkins. Her face was hot from embarrassment. Ashamed, she could only look at the wet counter.
"I… I am very sorry." She stuttered. Her voice was no longer harsh, but soft and quiet. He could have never heard it over the loud music in the club, but she continued, "I will buy you new cards."
The barkeeper came by with a damp rag and finished cleaning up the mess. Kita smiled at him, as to say 'thank you' before looking back down. Her posture was not so great. She slumped down a bit, with her fingers intertwined. She began to play with her thumbs; a child waiting to receive her punishment.
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Post by xmindfreak on Apr 4, 2007 16:41:22 GMT -6
Feeling the bubbling liquid soaking through the paper napkins and onto his burned and scarred hands, the English male shrugged again. Hearing her voice again, this time it being soft and quiet, he looked over to Kita and shrugged, a light smile on his face. He had trouble hearing her, but had a faint idea of what she said. “I said it was fine. I have enough decks to open up a poker shop,” having brought an extra three decks with him, Blake piled the soaked cards on top of each other gracefully. Even when wet, he handled the paper with grace and care.
“Besides, their just cards. No harm done.” His tone soft, patient even, he looked over at the shameful Japanese girl. He hated making people feel like that. A small amount of color reaching his jawline, Blake flushed, placing a hand on her delicate shoulder. “Hey…it’s okay…” trailing off, his tone unsure, he offered her a small smile. Really, they /were/ just cards. His signature deck, but whatever. He was a magician, an illusionist. Not a collector. He had the ability to perform magic and illusion with any cards, not just those ones.
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Post by kitahoshi on Apr 4, 2007 19:23:23 GMT -6
Her head was still facing down at an angle, but she focused her eyes up towards the boy. Smiles were a thing that always lifted the spirits of another. It seemed as though these were slowly dying out, but when they appeared, everything was okay. In return, a gentle smile appeared on her face. Kita managed to regain a proper posture as she came eye-to-eye with the boy.
"My name is Kita," she was about to hold her hand out, but remembered what Matt had told her days earlier. Intead, she decided to put her hand to use by seductively running it through her glossy hair. It was alway fun having long soft hair. You could flip it, play with it or anything else you could think of.
"Um," The girl wasn't entirely sure if he was from Valkyrie as well. But he looked young enough, so she went ahead, "Are you from Valkyrie Academy?" If he was, then they would have common grounds. If not, well, then she would figure out what to do later.
{OOC: I'm sorry I'm coming and going. I just have things I need to do.}
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Post by xmindfreak on Apr 4, 2007 21:20:21 GMT -6
Nodding at her, Blake slowly squared the pile of soaking cards and pushed them to the side lightly. Nodding at her, the smile sliding off his face slowly, Blake collapsed back down onto the stool and pulled it closer to the granite countertop covering the bar’s counter. Meeting her gaze hesitantly, the English magician allowed his awkward hands to cross over his stomach lightly.
“Blake, and yeah, I am.” Tilting his head to the side, watching her running her hand through her hair, he shrugged again, unsure of what to say. Having barely done anything to his hair that morning, just shoving unnatural amounts of gel in it to make it stand straight up more about three inches off his head. “I’ve seen you around the campus a few times,” adding this statement as more of an after thought, he shrugged again. What else could he say? Not much.
|ooc| It’s fine =]. I’m doing the same.
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Post by kitahoshi on Apr 4, 2007 21:52:26 GMT -6
"Oh," She smiled as she giggled in her girlish way. Of course, on campus she was noticed because of her oriental appearance. As a matter of fact, she loved the attention. She was an spot light whore. If she could get center stage, she would gladly take the entire floor as well.
"Here ya go," The barkeeper had generously placed another glass of Pepsi in front of Kita. Again, she nodded and smiled, "Thank you." This time, the girl only took a quick sip. Gently she placed the glass back down before addressing Blake again.
As though she were drunk, a cheesy smile came across Kita's face. With another giggle, she asked, "Do you like to dance?"
{OOC: I'm sorry it's getting shorter!}
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Post by xmindfreak on Apr 4, 2007 22:38:46 GMT -6
Raising his pierced eyebrow at her again, Blake merely shrugged. Okay…this was getting more and more bizarre. And he didn’t like bizarre. Smirking slightly at her expression, the English male shrugged again. He had noticed her because of her oriental appearance, yes. And that he, strangely enough, found her completely attractive. But, of course, no one was to know that. He didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve, Blake didn’t. And never would either. His feeling and emotions were his own business, and no one else’s.
Letting his right hand curl around the frosty glass holding his diet coke, Blake simply moved it around the countertop silently, eyes watching the dark liquid. Holding it briefly to his lips, he allowed the non-alcoholic drink to slide easily down his throat and into his digestive tract. His eyes looking over to Kita, he raised the same eyebrow again, lightly placing the glass onto the damp counter. “Do I dance? Can Penguins fly?” It wasn’t to say he was a bad dancer, seeing as he’d never gotten any complaints before. But…still. This is Blake we’re talking about here. Mister Person Who Spoils A Party.
|ooc| Quality over quantity (;.
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Post by kitahoshi on Apr 4, 2007 23:05:28 GMT -6
Leaving the drunken persona behind, confusion took over the girl. Honestly, she wasn't sure what a penguin was. If someone had translated, of course she would know. Unless it was an American thing. Regardless, she was lost. A habit, she bit her thumb. Not her nail, but the tip of her thumb.
"Penguin? A penguin can fly?" Her eyes fixated on Blake, waiting for an answer. Of course she didn't want him to think she was stupid.
"I just don't know what a penguin is!" Kita's hands shot in front of her, frantically moving. "No! I mean, I do not understand!" For a moment, she froze then let her hands drop. Once again, she bit the tip of her thumb.
"I do not know everything in English yet."
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Post by xmindfreak on Apr 6, 2007 23:39:22 GMT -6
Looking over to her at her words, again, Blake smiled slightly again. It was a half-hearted, wry smile. But a smile nonetheless. Trust me, he had some sort of idea about what she was going through. Even after a few months of living in the United States, he was still picking up on the American slang and expressions. “Uhm…black and white bird that lives way up North…can’t fly,” flushing slightly at his weak explanation, the English magician absentmindedly dragged his glass around the countertop again.
Nodding at this, he tilted his head to the side. “American English is the most confusing of them all,” speaking more to himself than to Kita, Blake curled one of his legs around the other. Language barriers had always been something that he had struggled with, after meeting some many internationally famous actors, singers…you name it. Yet, he still hadn’t quite grasped on how to break them completely. Oh, well. Whatever.
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Post by kitahoshi on Apr 7, 2007 0:01:55 GMT -6
There was more than one English? The girl looked at Blake with the utmost confusion, "American English? There is more than one?" As if one language was hard enough to learn, now she had to deal with more than one dialect. Kita let out a long sigh before coming to the decision to take another long drink of Pepsi. The cool beverage slithered down her throat and she felt satisfied.
Now if only they served the drinks she liked back home. Ah, home. The girl began to reminisce on the memories she had grown so fond of. The late night parties, the outings with friends, she even began missing the vending machines than gave you everything from cigarettes to panties. Of course, the one thing she missed most was her brother. Would he approve of her coming out to Vegas? It didn't matter now. She was here and he was there.
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Post by xmindfreak on Apr 7, 2007 23:03:14 GMT -6
Really, even Blake Lucas couldn’t lose his temper at Kita. And, trust me, he could lose his temper at just about anyone. A wry smile curling across his thin lips, Blake looked over to her, hand still gripping his glass of coke unnaturally hard. “No, just one English. American’s have their own form of slang and phrases.” His voice soft, almost curious, the English magician let his pale face tilt slightly to the left, watching the Japanese student closely. Even he, a fluent English speaker, was having trouble adapting to the different ways of speaking here in America. He couldn’t even imagine the time that Kita was having. Learning both the slang and actual dialect? Ew.
His eyes still watching her distantly, Blake began to let his own mind wander back to the busy streets of London, England. Even though he had grown up with the late night, yet posh parties and various award shows, he still knew how to have a good time. Knew how, didn’t mean that he liked to. No, from an early age, Blake had always tried to avoid public anything. The loud noises, grinding bodies and sweaty atmosphere didn’t agree well with him. No, it didn’t.
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