10-26-2019, 06:53 AM
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[color=transparent]thes code
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[abbr=cis-male, 26 y.o, pansexual]★[/abbr]
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[abbr=tigger, vessie, sylvie]★[/abbr]
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[i]If I see only what I believe, reality's bound by what I conceive. Pickin' the scab and watching it bleed
sylvester yoon-minho
When the introductions were done and the chattering continued, Vessie had unintentionally strayed a few feet from Marcus. Forgetting about his guest or their little catch-up date meant for them to just talk. Instead of focusing on the brunet, he focused on the words being exchanged, and serving a reminder when someone got too close too fast to the girls he was meant to look after. Gently pushing himself between the bodies and serving a stern look that warned the men to back off.
Why did he let himself be used as a shadowing guard again? He found it boring as nothing usually happened. But when something did, he'd have to either flee with his group or would push the threat down. Each group of girls would have someone to look after them, as in the past, unfortunate things had happened before. It was a matter of safety, as some of them were the daughters of the members involved in the gang, and their heads each had a price by rivals.
The party had started to pick up more as a few more people in their groups arrived. A few couples moving to different floors of the building, either to get away from the noise or to have more privacy, seeing as the building had plenty of floors. Of course, there were designated 'guards' on each floor, each making sure nothing suspicious or illegal were being done. For what reason, it had slipped the man's mind. Possibly because they were trying to keep a low profile. But that was a sure lie, as most their activities were done unapologetic ally and unashamed. Meant to be a sign of warning for some. Or maybe because sometime in the last two parties, someone had a little too much of whatever substance it may have been and had been hospitalized.
At the thought of a hospital, Vessie shivered, his head shaking as his arms folded into his chest. Blinking around, his attention began to get distracted again with the sight of the snacks in the back table. Had this been a birthday party or a neighborhood barbecue? Had there been grills outside? Chances were there were. But he had just missed them.
Looking around again, Vessie's train of thought began to drive all over the place. His attention jumping from one thing to the other. His eyes lit up momentarily as he focused on Marcus. And by how he was holding into himself and not being much of a talker, he didn't look too excited to be down here.
Nodding his head in silence, he turned to leave for a minute, in search of someone to cover his group. Returning a little after with a different man, a tad shorter than he was, but still had the appearance of someone not to be messed with. As they approached, Vessie ruffled the shorter man's hair, who whipped his head away with a huff and glare, before Vessie threw him a goofy grin as he excused himself from the group. Moving to Marcus, he gently bumped shoulders with him "[b]Want to head somewhere more quiet to hang? Don't worry, you won't see any ghosts or anything." he teased.
The building had been recently abandoned when the business had moved or had to be shut down. Vessie forgot which, and definetly didn't know what had been done in these walls. But seeing that Martin had enough trust to have gathered people here for a cheerful event for the evening, Vessie didn't have much care to recall any details of the past.
Waiting for a response, the man ran a loose hand through his hair, looking about as he made plans to stop by the table to get some food and drinks before leading Marcus to a different floor. Maybe the third as it may be much quieter than the second.
Why did he let himself be used as a shadowing guard again? He found it boring as nothing usually happened. But when something did, he'd have to either flee with his group or would push the threat down. Each group of girls would have someone to look after them, as in the past, unfortunate things had happened before. It was a matter of safety, as some of them were the daughters of the members involved in the gang, and their heads each had a price by rivals.
The party had started to pick up more as a few more people in their groups arrived. A few couples moving to different floors of the building, either to get away from the noise or to have more privacy, seeing as the building had plenty of floors. Of course, there were designated 'guards' on each floor, each making sure nothing suspicious or illegal were being done. For what reason, it had slipped the man's mind. Possibly because they were trying to keep a low profile. But that was a sure lie, as most their activities were done unapologetic ally and unashamed. Meant to be a sign of warning for some. Or maybe because sometime in the last two parties, someone had a little too much of whatever substance it may have been and had been hospitalized.
At the thought of a hospital, Vessie shivered, his head shaking as his arms folded into his chest. Blinking around, his attention began to get distracted again with the sight of the snacks in the back table. Had this been a birthday party or a neighborhood barbecue? Had there been grills outside? Chances were there were. But he had just missed them.
Looking around again, Vessie's train of thought began to drive all over the place. His attention jumping from one thing to the other. His eyes lit up momentarily as he focused on Marcus. And by how he was holding into himself and not being much of a talker, he didn't look too excited to be down here.
Nodding his head in silence, he turned to leave for a minute, in search of someone to cover his group. Returning a little after with a different man, a tad shorter than he was, but still had the appearance of someone not to be messed with. As they approached, Vessie ruffled the shorter man's hair, who whipped his head away with a huff and glare, before Vessie threw him a goofy grin as he excused himself from the group. Moving to Marcus, he gently bumped shoulders with him "[b]Want to head somewhere more quiet to hang? Don't worry, you won't see any ghosts or anything." he teased.
The building had been recently abandoned when the business had moved or had to be shut down. Vessie forgot which, and definetly didn't know what had been done in these walls. But seeing that Martin had enough trust to have gathered people here for a cheerful event for the evening, Vessie didn't have much care to recall any details of the past.
Waiting for a response, the man ran a loose hand through his hair, looking about as he made plans to stop by the table to get some food and drinks before leading Marcus to a different floor. Maybe the third as it may be much quieter than the second.