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Apr 26, 2017 19:36:53 GMT -5
Post by elise on Apr 26, 2017 19:36:53 GMT -5
 the harbor becomes the sea | | strings of slime clung onto his nice shoes, and no amount of stomping around seemed to help remedy the situation. eli didn't say anything, but just grumbled behind his mask - why did he even bother dressing up? he justified it to himself as a move to ensure his rewards for the event would be guaranteed - if a stupid mistake or a clumsy slip up ended up costing him the prize he'd be pissed as hell. at least, that's what he told himself. his mouth was covered, as per, but under the unnervingly bright and round moon hanging eerily in the night sky, he was dressed in a rather suave black suit with a grey tie, and a small chain detail linking his collar together. he fixed his cuff-links even though there was really no point - the costume itself was obviously premade, with no detail truly his. but it did distract him. as he was almost forced to ignore more and more guests gathering at the event, eli's irritation levels only heightened. he'd agreed with rook that he'd meet the other outside the graveyard mansion, but his patience was wearing thin. it only took another foot almost stuck for eli to grumble with his fists clenched. he marched on in alone, with the inconvenient trail of slime quickly shattered into nothing behind him. |
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Apr 28, 2017 0:02:23 GMT -5
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Apr 28, 2017 0:02:04 GMT -5
Post by rook on Apr 28, 2017 0:02:04 GMT -5
[nospaces] [googlefont=Karla] [googlefont=Inconsolata] [attr="class","surffcursor"] [attr="class","surfftxt"] He was late — in part because he didn’t really want to attend a ball — that implied dancing, crowds, and social humiliation in spades — no matter the monetary rewards, and in part because he’d been waylaid on the way by a Frankensteinian creature. Twice his height and many times over his girth, the monster had lumbered into his path, reached one patchwork hand out, and… [break][break] Rook shrieked and ran, NPC in pursuit. After being cornered in a graveyard, it turned out the monster had no intentions of maiming or dismembering him. The NPC had only wanted to help brush a cobweb off his suit lapel. [break][break] Now he felt horrible for assuming the worst. [break][break] Red-faced and slightly disheveled after the misunderstanding, Rook arrived outside the mansion front. With Elise nowhere in sight, he figured the other had already gone in. Or had decided not to come after all, though he knew Elise would’ve told him so. Probably. [break][break] He headed in, following the stream of players and NPCs alike. The ballroom was packed — searching through the throng would be futile. Not to mention the anxiety that spiked at the sight of the number of unfamiliar people jammed into one place. Making a beeline for the nearest quiet corner, Rook cuddled up to the wall and sent Elise a pm: [break][break] “im here. southwest corner by the drinks table. pls come”  [attr="class","surfffooter"] elise get him drunk asap [newclass=.surfftxt]text-align:justify; font: 11px Inconsolata; color:#707070; line-height: 14px;padding:5px;background-color:#fcfcfc;margin-top:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.surfftxt b]text-decoration: none; font: 11px Karla;font-weight: 700;color:#656565;[/newclass] [newclass=.surfffooter]width:auto;font: 10px Inconsolata;color: #707070;border-top: 1px #e0e0e0 solid;background-color:#fcfcfc;margin-top:10px;padding-top:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.surfffooter-row]display: table-row;width:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.surfffooter-col]float:left;display: table-column;width:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.surffcursor]cursor:url("http://i.imgur.com/gZJIyOu.png"), auto;[/newclass]
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Apr 28, 2017 6:52:05 GMT -5
Post by elise on Apr 28, 2017 6:52:05 GMT -5
the harbor becomes the sea | | he was half full on cocktail sausages and finger foods with two drinks down him by the time he noticed the pm notification. he swiped at the menu and stalked over to the drinks table - exactly where he planned on going anyway - rudely pushing past players and npcs alike. the ballroom was grand, eerie as the graveyard outside with dusty chandeliers swinging above lazily, draped curtains heavy and weighted, tables and tables of foods and drinks and a hall that never seemed to end. he stumbled a little, almost tripping over a player's feet, only to emerge into another crowd of people. despite the amount of activity, he could still hear himself well enough, and somehow managed to find rook well enough - curled up in a ball like a little white mouse. uncaring, eli reached for his hand and grabbed it, pulling the other player to his feet. "you're like... twenty minutes late? so... ten shots for you!" he ordered, with a hint of glee in his voice. he was already pouring out the nearest bottle of spirit, whatever it was, into ten shot glasses. he was a little shaky, especially after he poured the first one for his own consumption, before gesturing to the other boy. "come on, bottoms up!" he poured his own drink from the odd looking punch bowl and raised his glass, eyeing rook expectantly. // rook eli is on it dw |
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May 1, 2017 20:48:05 GMT -5
Post by rook on May 1, 2017 20:48:05 GMT -5
[nospaces] [googlefont=Karla] [googlefont=Inconsolata] [attr="class","surffcursor"] [attr="class","surfftxt"] He glanced up at the familiar grasp, obediently rising to his feet. Had it not been for Elise’s customary face mask he might not have recognized the other in his sharply cut suit. Color drained from his face at Elise’s breezy command. “T-ten?” He pulled away slightly, withdrawing imperceptibly. It wasn’t vehement enough to signal a refusal to comply but plainly spelled his reluctance. [break][break] He eyed the line of shot glasses as if it were a malevolent viper, caution clear in the trembling of his fingers as he reached for the head. His mouth parted, pressed shut again. How could he say no under the other’s expectant gaze? He was late, excessively so — this was a just sanction. [break][break] His fingers closed around the first shot glass. Scrunching his nose in advance, he gulped the pungent liquid down. It went down like vitriol, a line of fire trailing down his throat. [break][break] Coughing, Rook turned to Elise with watery eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said, pleading. [attr="class","surfffooter"] elise 2/7 [newclass=.surfftxt]text-align:justify; font: 11px Inconsolata; color:#707070; line-height: 14px;padding:5px;background-color:#fcfcfc;margin-top:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.surfftxt b]text-decoration: none; font: 11px Karla;font-weight: 700;color:#656565;[/newclass] [newclass=.surfffooter]width:auto;font: 10px Inconsolata;color: #707070;border-top: 1px #e0e0e0 solid;background-color:#fcfcfc;margin-top:10px;padding-top:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.surfffooter-row]display: table-row;width:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.surfffooter-col]float:left;display: table-column;width:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.surffcursor]cursor:url("http://i.imgur.com/gZJIyOu.png"), auto;[/newclass]
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