Jun 5, 2017 19:44:43 GMT -5
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Jun 1, 2017 0:29:20 GMT -5
Post by kingrex on Jun 1, 2017 0:29:20 GMT -5
 [attr="class","scare"]I'm Listening... [attr="class","scare1"] [attr="class","scare2"] [attr="class","scare3"] [attr="class","scarewords"]The festival had been a total drainer, and when Papi offered him a drink, how the hell was he going to refuse? Even after their awkward encounter at the hot springs, the reality of death had taken Rex down a few notches, and she wasn't going to get the usual flair of hate from him unless she really dug for it. So he'd chosen the dark and rainy city of Izanagi, and it's modern bustling night life to entertain them.
She was a city slicker much like himself, so they would both be right at home in the crowded and blinding lights of such a large metropolitan. Rex was leaned against the wall just outside The Vibe's entrance, the thumping bass from music on the inside of the night club was strong enough you could feel it and hear it clearly even out here.
For once he didn't have a cigarette in his mouth, he wasn't sure if it had a lingering scent that stuck to him in the game much like in the real world, but he figured it wasn't something you'd want when you with a girl. Not like this was a date or anything though, right? The tough guy had his tatted arms folded to his chest, merely a tank top and his cargo pants on for the moment, no need for all that battle gear unless things got serious.
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Jun 1, 2017 0:58:31 GMT -5
Post by papilion on Jun 1, 2017 0:58:31 GMT -5
'cause tonight's the night
the world begins again There was plenty to enjoy and look forward to with the opening of the new town. When Kingrex suggested they head to some bar in Izanagi, she was more than willing to go. The city was a strange sight to see in an online game, especially since she hadn't seen an actual place that looked like a modern metropolis before this. It was like a reminder of what they lost. And what they needed to get back to. Dressed casually, but keeping the cloak around her, she caught sight of blond hair and approached Kingrex. She stopped to glance at the entrance, feeling the vibrations from the music. Naomi didn't know how to greet him at this point. A lot has happened, but it wasn't like she could pretend it never did. Remembering all that just brought another slight flush to her cheeks. While she offered to buy drinks, she hadn't exactly said that they were going on a date. Was he expecting a date? Did she have anything against that if it was? She couldn't smile at him, and settled for a small one and a nod. "So this is the place huh? Looks lively."kingrex
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Jun 5, 2017 20:03:16 GMT -5
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Jun 1, 2017 1:33:04 GMT -5
Post by kingrex on Jun 1, 2017 1:33:04 GMT -5
[attr="class","scare"]I'm Listening... [attr="class","scare1"] [attr="class","scare2"] [attr="class","scare3"] [attr="class","scarewords"]Rex tilted a corner of his sky blues on the woman, unfolding his arms and reaching one to rub at the back of his neck, “Yeah...You sure you're OK with it?” He muttered back, having to talk a little louder because of the music. His gaze would flick away, why was it so hard to look her in the face? “...I kinda like loud clubs like this, you just can't focus on anything else besides the music.” Carlo admitted before taking a step away from the wall and leading them towards the large black doors of the club.
Luckily there wasn't a line they'd have to wait in, maybe they'd shown up late? Just like grandpa had taught him, he held the door open for Naomi, making sure she got inside before he did. For an asshole he did have some small shred of old school chivalry from his youth. As soon as they got inside, it was already a crowded mess of bodies.
Dark, flashing lights, and several floors all lined with mindless party goers drowning away their sorrows of a bitter game world. There was a DJ sitting high on his stage, massive speakers at either side with a mob of dancers on the space below. It was hard to tell just how many of them were actual players versus just gun fodder bots. Rex stayed close to Papi, having to touch shoulders as to not lose the woman in the mess.
“Hey!...over here!...I saw a lounge through the crowd!” Rex yelled in a whisper, if that was even possible, placing his lips close to the woman's ear so she could hear him over the thumping sounds. This was standard dance club etiquette, right? Without much of a warning he'd move to pass the woman, reaching behind him to grab at her hand and pull her along.
He really didn't want to spend the rest of the night trying to find her in the washing wave of people jumping and dancing. Though she could of obviously snatched her hand right away, and risked following him on her own however. If he was holding it, he'd let go of her hand when they reached the far corner of the club.
There was a bar built within one of the walls and floors above, and several long couches with small rounded tables at their front. There was even extended sections of walling that made parts of the sofa....more personal, like booths rather. It was an interesting set up to say the least, and Rex would find one that wasn't occupied, and sit himself on it. Eyes glancing on Papi to make sure she'd made it before she spotted a nearby tender, and lazily waved a hand to get her attention and bring her over...
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Jun 1, 2017 8:19:17 GMT -5
Post by papilion on Jun 1, 2017 8:19:17 GMT -5
'cause tonight's the night
the world begins again The music was loud, and being right beside the door - even though it was closed - only made it worse. But she was able to hear Kingrex's question and nodded in reply. "As long as they serve good drinks, I'm fine with it." She didn't mind the noise or the atmosphere. More importantly, the bar better have some good quality wine since she was going to have to pay for all of it anyway. She followed him to the entrance, and blinked in surprise when he opened the door for her. For the first time since she met him, a bright, charmed smile appeared on her face. This was clearly his attempt to play nice, and whether it was done with sincerity or not, she wasn't about to prod the wasp's nest and tease him about it. Though if Kingrex looked hard enough, he might see a mix of flattered and amused in her expression. Stepping in first, she was faced with the full blast of music and the musk of a sweaty, dancing crowd and lots of alcohol. Naomi was quite familiar with these settings, being one a part of it as she joined her friends and co-workers for some social drinking and partying. A small stab of nostalgia hit her as she looked at it all. She wondered how everyone was doing back in the real world. As Kingrex whispered loudly into her ear, she nodded and followed him through the throng of people. There was a brief moment of surprise when he grabbed a hold of her hand, but she clung to it tightly as they made their way to the less crowded area of the club. If it wasn't for him, she would've been lost several times already. She was grateful to finally escape that mess, and lowered herself next to Kingrex on the couch. While he started calling for a waitress, she looked back at the dancers as memories of the past continued to run through her mind. "God, being here makes me want to believe I'm not trapped in a game," she muttered. It was both a comforting and dangerous thought. kingrex
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Jun 1, 2017 18:50:07 GMT -5
Post by kingrex on Jun 1, 2017 18:50:07 GMT -5
[attr="class","scare"]I'm Listening... [attr="class","scare1"] [attr="class","scare2"] [attr="class","scare3"] [attr="class","scarewords"]Rex laughed under a breath, leaning back into the sofa as the waiter started to head their way, “...I think it's some kind of fucked up test to see if we'll forget, you know? I sure as hell wont...I want out.” He'd mutter back with a small tilt of his hues on her before they slithered for the waiter when she finally made it to their little getaway.
“Hey there guys! What can I get you two?” The young girl with skimpy clothing asked with a bright smile. Carlo would wait for Bubblegum to order before doing so himself, “..Yeah just a scotch on the rocks.” The woman would give them a small nod of her head and pivot to head back to the bar, “Alright! Be right back!” She'd chime as she left.
The soldier looked a little nervous then, fidgeting some in his seat and reaching a hand to rub at his shoulder, eyes retreating to a side and away from Papi, “...Hey don't worry about paying alright? It's...on me..” Rex offered hesitantly, “Y'know...for pulling your towel...even though I didn't do it on purpose!” He rambled some, taking a breath and then relaxing a bit, “My real name is Carlo, by the way.” He felt like that was important to tell those he trusted...
[attr="class","s arenotes"]- NSFW!!!!- NOTES:They never traded names yet, right? LOL. papilion [googlefont=Oswald][googlefont=Abel][newclass=.scare]font-size:20px;text-align:center;color:#6091de;font-family:oswald;letter-spacing:1px;padding:4px[/newclass][newclass=.scare1]font-size:15px;text-align:center;color:#B03131;font-family:abel;margin-top:-2px;[/newclass][newclass=.scare3]font-size:20px;text-align:center;font-family:oswald;color:#000000;border-bottom:2px solid #eaeaea;padding:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.scarewords]font-size:11px;text-align:justify;padding:20px;color:#000000;[/newclass][newclass=.scarenotes]font-size:10px;text-align:center;color:#a3a3a3;border-bottom:solid 2px #eaeaea;padding:10px;[/newclass]
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Jun 1, 2017 22:18:37 GMT -5
Post by papilion on Jun 1, 2017 22:18:37 GMT -5
'cause tonight's the night
the world begins again Naomi nodded. She missed the real world. And being here does make her feel like she's back home. But she was never going to forget the fact that they were stuck. Practically imprisoned in this big world. Their conversation took a pause as the waitress came by. She settled for some good red wine that they had, not even bothering to worry about the price. But as soon as Kingrex have his own order and the woman left them alone in the booth, Kingrex offered to pay for everything. Her eyes grew wide. "I...uh...if you're sure. I didn't...you should've told me that before I decided to make my order!" she cried in a fluster. Looking down at her own hands, she mumbled, "I don't really blame you for the towel. I already know it's an accident. You don't have to pay because of that. I..." At this she blushed a bit. "I'm not exactly the most thriftiest of dates."Even more of a surprise was when he introduced himself with his real name. In her experience in the game so far, most people stuck with their online names. Partly to keep their real selves hidden, partly because there was still the sort of mistrust one would have when interacting digitally with strangers. So to have him reveal his name like that felt...special. Taking a deep breath, she spoke. "Naomi. My real name's Naomi." A growing smile slowly appeared on her face as she held out a hand towards him. "It's nice to meet you Carlo." Like a fresh new start, in a way. kingrex
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Jun 2, 2017 21:32:46 GMT -5
Post by kingrex on Jun 2, 2017 21:32:46 GMT -5
[attr="class","scare"]I'm Listening... [attr="class","scare1"] [attr="class","scare2"] [attr="class","scare3"] [attr="class","scarewords"]Naomi, that was a cute name. Maybe if he'd heard it the first time they met he wouldn't of been so upset about her prissy personality. Rex smiled...Like really smiled. It wasn't a grin, or a smirk—It was something honest, but very brief before he looked away and sighed, trading it for something more playful, “You act like I should be surprised...You didn't think I'd guess a pretty girl like you was cheap? I can handle it.” He reassured in a tease.
With another stretch and fidget he'd have his arm running along the length of the couch behind Naomi, nothing invasive...Not yet at least. Maybe he was just trying to show off all those tattoos? “...You kept talking about a 'goal', what was it by the way?” Rex asked, shockingly enough he'd remembered quite a bit of their conversation from before.
It didn't take long before their tender came back with their drinks, and the soldier would retreat his arm away from the back of the sofa so he could pay, “That'll be ₡ 16 guys, and would you like to start a tab?” Rex grinned before whistling slightly, “...Maybe I do regret saying I'd pay, shit...” He joked before tapping away at his menus to finish the order, “Yeah...tabs fine. Thanks.” And with that the waitress dipped her head to leave, “I'll check on you sweethearts later, alright?”
Rex tried not to let that last little comment get to him before reaching for his glass of scotch, ice jingling as he took a long sip and held it in the hand away from Naomi, figuring she still had more to say on her story of living in the big apple. Girls liked to talk, right?
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Jun 2, 2017 22:54:11 GMT -5
Post by papilion on Jun 2, 2017 22:54:11 GMT -5
'cause tonight's the night
the world begins again She scoffed at his tease. "Well you asked for it. I'm not gonna hold back otherwise!" She warned him playfully. When he asked about her goal, she blinked in surprise and had to think back on previous discussions. It came as an even greater surprise to her that he remembered that conversation from back then. But first, the waitress approached with their drinks. She thanked the woman as she picked up her glass, then laughed when she heard how much it costed, and that they were going keep a tab. "Don't worry. I'm not going to take advantage of you too much." She reassured him with a playful wink. Then the waitress mentioned 'sweethearts' and she regretted her previous words. Her face flushed as she looked down intently at her wine and took a sip. When the waitress was gone, she took a few moments to recover before speaking. "My goal..." She let out a loud sigh. "I wanted to be a model, ever since I started looking at magazines. But my parents didn't want that for me. So I left home as soon as I was of legal age. Spent the first few years in New York crawling my way through any kind of modeling business, took whatever was out there, even if I didn't like it. Things are better now; I'm not living off the streets at least. I just...I just want my parents to see that it wasn't a waste." She shrugged as she took another big sip from her glass. "That's the goal."kingrex
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Jun 2, 2017 23:58:10 GMT -5
Post by kingrex on Jun 2, 2017 23:58:10 GMT -5
[attr="class","scare"]I'm Listening... [attr="class","scare1"] [attr="class","scare2"] [attr="class","scare3"] [attr="class","scarewords"]Rex always had a bad habit of watching people a little to closely when they spoke, as if he was really trying hard to focus on what they had to say. You couldn't blame the guy when you pissed off as many people as he had in his life without even trying. It was always one thing or the other that just set someone off, and they always wondered why he was such an asshole...
A playful grin slithered to the man's face as he leaned forward on his knees, cradling his scotch for a moment, “...Well hey if the modeling stuff doesn't work out you could always do porn, right?” He joked, obviously. Hopefully Naomi was familiar enough with Rex to not kill him over his crude humor.
Finally he'd look away from the woman, a distant and almost resentful smile on his face, “Honestly I kind of envy you.” He admitted lowly, though loud enough you could hear him over the distant thumping music, “...I always had my damn grandpa bitching and moaning about how my dad was a fuck'n deadbeat because he never enlisted like he did.” He paused for a moment to take another drink of his scotch, “So he made sure there was no other option for me...I was gunna be a Marine whether I wanted to or not, and I went with it.”
It was probably amusing to think what a child Rex dreamed of being when he grew up, if it hadn't been a soldier, what else could he of possibly grown up into? Sadly Carlo couldn't even remember if he even had those kind of thoughts as a kid or not, there was always one set path, “...You're...Gunna make it big, if you're anywhere near as pretty as you are here, out there.” Rex complimented hesitantly with another quick gulp of scotch.
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Jun 3, 2017 0:19:06 GMT -5
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Jun 3, 2017 0:15:31 GMT -5
Post by papilion on Jun 3, 2017 0:15:31 GMT -5
'cause tonight's the night
the world begins again She frowned and wrapped her arms around herself, shivering at his joke. It wasn't spoken seriously, but it was frighteningly close to how often she'd contemplated doing exactly whatever it took to make it through her career and live one more day without starving to death. Her pride was the only thing that kept her from using her body like some kind of slut. But there had been very close calls. "Never...I can't. I won't."Glad to have that part of the discussion pass, she listened to Kingrex's - or Carlo's - own story of how he came to be where he was now. She knew exactly how it felt to be hounded down by the pressures of family, expecting one to do exactly as they wanted. Controlling a life every step of the way. It was the reason she left, even though she knew how hard it was going to be. More of her face heated up at his compliment, and she couldn't help the small smile that broke out of her face. "Thank you...that really means a lot." Then she reached out to touch his arm. "I'm sorry that you had to be forced into doing what others wanted. But I think you make a good soldier. And I should thank you for helping protect us from invading forces and all that." Her fingers absentmindedly trailed down to the tattoos on his arm as she took more notice of it. She began looking at them again in closer scrutiny. "Do these tattoos mean anything or are they just random designs?"kingrex
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Jun 3, 2017 13:14:10 GMT -5
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Jun 3, 2017 0:48:24 GMT -5
Post by kingrex on Jun 3, 2017 0:48:24 GMT -5
[attr="class","scare"]I'm Listening... [attr="class","scare1"] [attr="class","scare2"] [attr="class","scare3"] [attr="class","scarewords"]Oh buddy, Rex hadn't felt his heart skip a beat like this in a long time. When the woman's smooth hands came to feel his arm and she spilled out all those little compliments about being a good soldier and his service to the country, he melted. A small hint of red touched his face, though he did well to hide it and keep up his tough guy act.
As many butterflies as she was giving him, he'd still been through this enough to keep pulling his own cards. The arm she was touching was giving an idle glance before he laughed under a breath, “Nah...not these ones. I just picked something that looked cool.” He admitted before moving his hand to sit on the soft side of her inner thigh, just below her knee.
“...I do have sleeves out there, but they're all sorts of random shit...Got stuff for my nieces and nephews , and for some guys I got close with on my tours...And other stuff...” Rex explained before taking a drink of his scotch from his other hand, sky blues flicking again for the woman's face, “I guess bein' a model you wouldn't have tattoos and stuff, huh? You...think they're weird?”
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Jun 3, 2017 2:11:34 GMT -5
Post by papilion on Jun 3, 2017 2:11:34 GMT -5
'cause tonight's the night
the world begins again "Are those actual tattoos that you also have in the real world?" Just as she asked this, she felt the hand that settled on her leg. One eyebrow went up as she looked down at it first, then watched his facial expressions carefully. He was acting nonchalantly, his motives at the moment unreadable to her. In response, she took a drink from her own glass, leaving his hand alone but not saying anything about it immediately. "No, no tattoos," she agreed, twirling the wine in her glass around idly. "Not if you want to get out there for as many photoshoots as possible. Tattoos gives you limited options. The occasional small one is okay, but they don't like those all over your skin." She glanced at him, smiling when he asked what she thought about his. "I don't like tattoos, but on you...they suit you." Looking away, but with a slight glance at him from the corner of her eye, she couldn't help but add. "Those on your torso too. They're pretty hot," she teased. While she didn't really get a good look at it back at the hotsprings, it was her own comeback at his growing advances. "Getting pretty bold are we? Don't tell me you're already drunk," she said with a smirk. kingrex
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Jun 3, 2017 16:22:26 GMT -5
Post by kingrex on Jun 3, 2017 16:22:26 GMT -5
[attr="class","scare"]I'm Listening... [attr="class","scare1"] [attr="class","scare2"] [attr="class","scare3"] [attr="class","scarewords"]Rex felt a little awkward when Naomi admitted she didn't really like tattoos. They were a huge part of who he was, and sadly if anyone asked why he'd even bothered to get them in the first place wouldn't really have an answer...It was...just a thing.
He felt another pang right in the chest when she talked about his chest and the markings there, she was more of a player than he was! “Well I'd never be caught dead with a pink haired girl...” He joked back with a small tilt of his sharp blues on the woman, smirk slithering to his lips as he leaned a little closer, “But with a body and face like that, hell...You can pull anything off.”
The soldier's look filtered towards his hand when she called him on his move, sliding it forward until it was on her knee and he'd breath another laugh, “Bold? Seriously?” He'd laughed shaking his head lightly, “...If you think this is bold, you haven't been on many dates, have you?” A grin showed off a few pearly white canines.
The couch had started to get a little crowded, it seemed everyone was looking for a quiet place to either rest up or collapse in a drunken stupor. A young couple clinging to each other stumbled their way towards the place the soldier and fairy had already claimed. The girl pushed her boyfriend roughly to sit on the sofa so she could straddle him with....questionable stuff.
Luckily Carlo had seen this shit coming, and maybe even Naomi had too. But he'd already dove into action, dropping his scotch on the table and pulling Naomi towards him and out of the way so she wouldn't be smashed or bumped by the incoming rowdy youths. He'd made sure she didn't spill any of that precious costly wine either...
Unfortunately the only place left to sit for poor Papi would be between Rex's legs, good thing the couch was far enough back to still give her that option. But she always had the choice of just leaving or pulling the commando elsewhere, if that was going to be to heated for her!
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Jun 4, 2017 4:21:12 GMT -5
Post by papilion on Jun 4, 2017 4:21:12 GMT -5
'cause tonight's the night
the world begins again His warm touch, and the slide up to her knee, sent shivers down her spine. But it went away quickly as she immediately grew defensive and tense at Carlo's laughter. "I - I've had several!" she insisted with another rising flush. And yet with him, she was starting to feel like a young girl doing this dance for the very first time. "You're just too forward! Don't tell me you do this on every first date you have." Judging from Carlo's unflustered reactions, she began to realize that her initial impressions of him were wrong. Everything about him was new and unfamiliar to her. His bluntness and aggressiveness was nothing she'd encountered before, and she began to wonder if she had bitten off more than she could chew. In her flustered, agitated state, she didn't notice the approaching couple. By the time she did, they were already crashing into the couch they were on. "Hey!" She was glaring at them as she moved away to safety, unconsciously allowing Kingrex to pull her onto him. "Are you serious?! Get a room! Hello?? ...they don't even hear me." The nerve of some people. She turned to Carlo to complain further, but then realized how close the two of them had become. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to - I should - we should go." Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest as she began to get up and off of him. kingrex
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Jun 4, 2017 4:56:27 GMT -5
Post by kingrex on Jun 4, 2017 4:56:27 GMT -5
[attr="class","scare"]I'm Listening... [attr="class","scare1"] [attr="class","scare2"] [attr="class","scare3"] [attr="class","scarewords"]
Unfortunately the couple next to them was indeed far to involved in leeching their faces together to ever consider they were invading someone else's space. Before he could even mouth a response to her dismay, Naomi went to leave and Rex didn't like that. Even for a hard ass like him this was a dime a million, and even though he felt guilty for enjoying it..He couldn't let it fade that fast.
So he'd reach to pull the woman back, though if she really wanted to escape she could. One of his toned arms reaching around her waist to keep her against his chest and locked between his legs. Luckily she was smaller than he was, which made this position work all the better. His chin rested somewhere on her back, putting his voice near her ear, “...Hey...Can...we just stay like this? Just for a little while?” He'd mutter lowly.
Rex felt like an idiot, having just dismissed everything Ray had told him at the festival only to indulge himself in that very thing. Maybe that nonsense talking Crusader knew more about people than what Carlo was willing to admit. The soldier sunk his head further on her back, closing his eyes for a second as he squeezed her closer.
If she was even still there, mind you.
He was exhaust, all those fucking raids and near death experiences had finally taken their toll on the rugged gun slinging warrior. Naomi had turned into the only possible outlet to this hell Rex had found so far, besides having a few dear trusted allies. A break...That's all he needed, a real fucking break.
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